#sass
Saint someday
Have you heard of me?
A past rapture, in the quiet question we may
Taken to elaborate seem, we conceive the dream...
Of a passing baby...
Like, lips and totaled enthusiasm
With a hiccup, a service to an ideal
That has the promise of hands on, the dilemma
Patiently, the voice of somewhere
Had for an eclectic charm, a tenth
Of demand's city, a wish to come early
For a lover's tear, the clever and the bitter pill, of strength?
White or black...
The taste of suicide, is a relation to dwell
Tight and candid, with my soul to lack?
Ready to say the odd, the obvious live and sake little...?
Sick children, dream in open rhymes
Wake up sense, the home of a days' worth has found us
In the excusing rain, a hallowed face for harrowed crimes
With but a word, we have simplicity to discuss...
How did suicide become such a jaded judge?
Of worlds that was, that were, a clash with privilege...
Ancient as a martyr of dominion has, existence is a crush
Of a sated wink in the scope, of another view of these...
Baby's wink at a smile to come...
Nobody knows why, even the tongue of justice
Here to say, if not a reach of what is to stay, home
When the craving of since is a mercy I invented, to show shames sighs a silence...
Dec 14, 2025
Dec 14, 2025 at 8:45 AM UTC
if my brilliant mind
is not enough for you,
than you are simply
not worth impressing.
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 8:54 PM UTC
Kiss My…©
Morning people,
Those people up at the crack of dawn
With more energy than a ball of fire
All done up like they haven’t even slept
It is in those moments I want to say
Kiss my sass
Looking at them through my bleary eyes
Me feeling like something off a scrapheap
Their exuberance like a cup runneth over
Excitement exuding everywhere
It is in those moments I want to say
Kiss my sass
My rear glued to the bed
Unable to muster the motivation to get up
I listen to them espouse great plans for the day
Bubbling with sheer excitement
It is in those moments I want to say
Kiss my sass
We all have our place and so do they
I have to admit with some dismay
Andreas Simic©
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 3:01 PM UTC
In swimsuits which means
essentially naked
the girls gather at the bridge
gasping giggling
budding bodies bouncing
as they climb over the steel rail
stand at the outside edge
hold hands
scream
and jump
the scary plunge
to cool water, Donner Creek where
toe-touching the sandy bottom
they burst upward through bubbles
to sunlight, to air
whipping hair
with laughter, relief,
stronger now,
sweet courage
with a touch of spice.
Frog-kicking to shore
they smile
at the baggy-legged boys
who dared them
standing hands in pockets
smaller now
feigning indifference
unworthy of their loveliness.
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 7:39 PM UTC
It's a quiet kind of storm
Rolling with your eyes
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 3:51 AM UTC
It is kinder
to pierce my flesh with needles
Than it is to call me a freak
But either way
your words won't upset me
For it is you that is
weak
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 5:52 PM UTC
A photo may say a thousand words but they lack as much meaning.
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 12:42 AM UTC
Everyone changes attitudes around different people.
Just make sure that, they are only changing your attitude and not your •personality•
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 12:32 AM UTC
I'm the Krispy kreme De la creme,
a diabeaTease,
you can't handle this!
Cause you dieting?!
***** please!**
Piece by piece of cake
you found your obese!
And yes the truth does hurt
but no worries
if you want something
sugar Coated I'll order you dessert...
Go ahead and cheat
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 2:23 PM UTC
Who are you to tell me how to dress when you look a mess?
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 5:31 PM UTC
Hands on the bed,
claws ready,
drooping shoulder,
wonderful silhouette.
Biting lips,
folded in,
blinds down,
time for tease.
Staring at me,
heart beat,
(in slow motion)
come and please..
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 8:33 PM UTC
Pity party, pity poison,
pity is pretty ****** off
at your Pompadour proposition, your Pompeii proposal.
The judge and jury blame your execution;
you thought the tri in matrimony meant three
in love when it really meant that you're the third wheel.
You hoped I'd kiss and tell in your world of wedding bells.
Go to hell.
You smiled as you beguiled with false feminine wiles the
boy of miles and miles away, hoping that he might stay
with you instead of her.
Well, this is his answer, and, dear failed romancer,
you won't get that last dance.
Her love was pretense in past tense,
events not recorded in your history book hips.
Ah, a novel idea: you, John Green with envy,
tried to bend me to your whim.
Tried, but your pride died when I sighed
and said that I loved her, so you booked it
from the floor and seemed gone forevermore,
a footnote in the lore until you...turned into a *****
came to me and said that you loved me more.
That is wrong.
Strike the gong.
This is a correction.
Your insurrection of our connection turned
affection into an infection,
and don't interrupt with your **** interjection--
were you expecting an ********
Because you're getting a rejection,
so keep your confection objection to yourself.
You hoped to trace my face, take first place or third base,
leave no space for even lace, and half of lace is empty space.
I should have brought mace.
You are jelly in a jam, so your ham-fisted attitude
led the lamb of love to slaughter;
the s leads laughter on, standing for ***
(check male or female),
stimulation, squabble, **** **** sext--
a wrecked relationship sinking, sinking,
and being nearer, my ******* God, to thee
makes me sick between my bulkhead bones.
The iceberg of your persistence
puts up its last resistance,
but it melts, melts, melts, in water hot as hell.
Is it not plain as you the pain you put me through?
You, with two left feet, hope I'll cheat the day we meet
on the girl who was your friend, and you've done this
once before.
Your dainty hopes that you could go two for two
with hearts and minds disgusts, and your lust broke my trust,
and I must, must, must ring the bells.
Class dismissed. I hope you've learned.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 5:29 PM UTC
He says, "How many trucks will wreck
On that one stinkin' highway?"
"Many more," I said, "and then the world will end
And no more trucks will wreck on that highway."
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 4:40 PM UTC