"ack" poems
I went to bake some cupcakes
I was in such a merry mood
I miss the sweet creamy taste
I miss the smell of food
Human food, Monster food
Oh, its just the same
What matters is how to make it good
I call this a cooking game
A cup of flesh, and mix it well
Those smelly rotten eggs
Light the fire, the flames of hell
Let's chop these human legs
Ahh, fresh flour - I stole from the store
A little bit of sugar, a little bit of salt
Let's knead the dough, let's fetch the coal
Surely, this is not my fault
For a sudden twist, I suddenly thought
Why not stir-in some blood
The jar of of red, I quickly sought
Where's that stirring rod?
So I baked it in the ancient oven
And waited for some time
Ping! It sprung open!
Now let's give it a try!
Nothing like a meal
For a hungry half-breed
Wasn't such a deal
It was just what I need
Nothing like a Sunday
When you're not feeling mad
Nothing like cupcakes
Nothing like fresh blood
Oh, human bones!
Ack! Ugghh!!
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 1:41 PM UTC
Take me as I am, please
No. Please is too understanding
Take me as I am!
Wait. Maybe that's too demanding?
I don't think we understand each other
Maybe we're over analyzing
It's just that when I look into your eyes I stop
They're hypnotizing
Stop. No. Rewind please!
But I can't, the words are out
Could you give me a backspace button for conversation
That would relieve some doubt
I want you
Argh! Too lustful!
I need you!
ACK! Too needy!
Let's just say the world's a candy jar
And for your jolly rancher I'm greedy?
No? Not subtle? Too subtle? Argh!
Why is it so complicated to speak to you!?!
I'm like a 3 year old whose trying to make a picture out of glitter and glue
And the supplies just keep sticking!
Do you understand what I mean?
I see the perplexed look on your face and...
**** it, woman, you're pretty
Ack! Rewind rewind rewind!
Stupid stupid stupid!
The only way to catch an arrow is to say you DON'T want Cupid
So I don't want you....yes I do.
No I don't!
But I do!
No I don't!
Yes I do!
NO! I! DON'T!
Look at her!!!
....okay, I do.
But you wouldn't give me a second thought if I told that to you
I mean let's face it, you're so out of my league that we're not even in the same sport
I'm playing with the tiny tikes and you're in the pro team's court
But I would be a fool if this wall was all I feel on my fingers
And as perverted as that sounds I let the joke just linger
Because you're beautiful and I'm me
And who am I to attain a girl like you
The boy whose glasses fall down his nose and is missing one or two screws
I just want a dance... and a kiss.... okay, just a dance
No, what I want from you is the guarantee of a second, maybe third glance
To see you in the hallways tomorrow and know I make you smile
To know that you affirm we danced and liked it all the while
I want to be more than wallflower material and I want the prime
So with shaky legs, a corny disco ball, and a bad song, I stand and I greet you
And ask could this dance be mine....?
Your move. Gulp.
Oct 24, 2012
Oct 24, 2012 at 9:58 PM UTC
Ducks wrestle doubly
Wet from rain and river flow;
As above…qua-a-ack…so below.
May 22, 2022
May 22, 2022 at 4:15 AM UTC
Use all the combinations of consonants,
Blends, short and long i's;
Try intonation or diphthongs;
Resort to linguists;
Spell in Welsh.
You can't approximate
The muted sound
Of a breaking heart.
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 2:17 PM UTC
Ahh-he-che'em ack-ahem. Sorry, let me clear my throat.
One day I set out galavanting, looking for a high.
I meandered to the ocean shore and set a lively stride.
My eyes were wet, my heart was light as I looked out at the splendor,
About that time I heard a rumble, a sudden yearning for a chicken tender.
I galloped to an eatery in hopes of a hearty meal,
But had a measly handful of coins, so I opted for a deal.
The only place I found tat would accept my sum of coins
For anything sufficient enough to satisfy my *****
Was a gritty place called Taco Bell, but it was my only choice.
The cashier was a voluptuous dame and my trousers became quite moist.
She said to me, "what will you have?", in a shockingly low-pitched voice.
I was taken aback for a moment, but stuttered, "a number six, I think".
"Comin' right up honey", he or she said with a wink.
I just smiled shyly and went to go fill up my drink.
My food was finally ready, but I was a bit wary,
I could't tell what was in my taco - squirrel, beef or canary.
My hunger pushed me through my fear and I finally took a bite,
Although skeptical at first, my taste buds did delight!
I had finally finished with my meal and was satisfied and full,
But down below my abdomen I felt a mighty pull.
I had no time I knew at once and dashed to find relief.
The single men's room was in sight, but who should be a thief?!
The cashier with the arousing bosoms had stolen my salvation...
As I stood there in that Taco Bell I felt a curious sensation.
When normally I could have held it, a complete bowel prostration.
While the **** was pouring out like a broken sink,
My mind started to wander and I couldn't help but think,
*If the women's room is out of order, I wonder which she/he has,
A set of both, a meat-locker or a **** and nads?*
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 4:35 PM UTC
Back to the beginning;
A time when we didn't know anything and
Cared for each other no matter what. Not
Knowing who
They are, but not caring about that.
Only knowing we're all in this
Beautiful world, living
Each day
As it is. Can we go back to that?
Understanding that the past has past, but
Time is forever and we should learn from it.
In this world, we got this one life and we should never take it
For granted!
Understand we're all living this
Life together! Let's make it a peaceful one!
Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 10:48 AM UTC
•Copyright 1993-2014 snipet by EPH
E. Patrick Heeney from pg. 1 of 2
CRA-A-ACK MONSTER
WHEN WILL YOU EVER LEARN? CRA-A-ACK MONSTER
DON'T WAIT UNTIL YOU BURN.
You just **** on a can to get your high
and do odd things until you die
first it was snorting, then you tried base;
you knew it was risky when you burnt up your face.
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 11:20 PM UTC
idk it's wen. day my dudes...
"Oof."
"Ack!"
"XD"
"Sometimes you just wanna be an eboy, you feels?"
"Gang, gang uwu."
"Well, stupid as in evil."
"Your. Eyeliner. You look like a raccoon on crack!"
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 8:58 AM UTC
Just in the nick of time, I
Escape from the world and
The crazy people that live in it.
People in a hurry, going nowhere fast
And not stoping to enjoy the beauty. *"Our
Culture are vultures"* not
Knowing when enough is enough. Let's go
Back to the past when
Life was simply and people actually cared.
Understanding that we can change the future.
Each day we have a chance to make a
Stance and change the outcome of our future for the children!
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 7:46 PM UTC
Back to the beginning
And back to the start. Let's
Change our future and raise our
Kids right!
Time to stop robbing banks and
Others; stop being racist, sexist, or whatever
Everyone--STOP! We are the same,
All on the inside. Doesn't
Really matter the color, *** who we love- we are all
The same-human beings-mammals-
Hope that helps-if not, we are like M&Ms; fighting over your favorite color only to realize they're all chocolate on the inside.
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 10:41 AM UTC
Krack-ack-rack fleeing,
tree limb limb
swinging
Bank bank dip slipping, tail flipping, pout snout
Soft mud ooze soothing,
hippo sun funning
Soft eyes scanning, flatboat
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 12:28 PM UTC
(A) gloomy night with the rain falling on my
(B)ack, yet you're not here, you're never here. Please, just get in your
(C)ar. Come to my place, meet me at the
(D)iner where we first met. Turns out, it's
(E)xactly how we left it. And that's not even
(F)air, because we aren't how we used to be when we first
(G)ot here. We're different now, we drifted and you no longer love me and it feels like
(H)ell. Because I still love you. I always loved you. You were always my one and
(I) loved you. But that's the past, and now I'm
(J)ust a figment of your imagination- who the hell have I been
(K)idding? I was just a passing thought, the
(L)ittle rain droplet on the window that you follow, but,
(M)arvelously,
(N)ever remember.
(O)h lover, come to my place. I can make you your favorite kind of
(P)ancakes. I still remember how you
(Q)uestioned if I was ever really alive. I suppose you have your answer now.
(R)un, run far away because you're over me, but I still remember your middle name.
(T)ucker, your middle name was tucker and your first name was as
(U)nique and beautiful as you are. Do you remember how I would kiss your freckles? You'd get embarrassed, but that was my favorite kind of
(V)ernacular. Your cute, embarrassed language was so enticing, and I longed to hear you speak. The rain is falling on my back, and you're not here. That's probably a good thing. The rain is falling and its
(W)ashing away what remains of you from my
(X)enophobic skin. You're washing away and I'm so glad it finally happened.
(Y)ou're gone, you're ******* gone. You've been gone for a while now, you left a while ago, but it was me, who refused to let go of something so disgusting and yet somehow still amazing. You're gone now. You're gone, and I finally feel completely,
(Z)aftig.
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 10:00 PM UTC
My father was mowing the lawn.
He called me over and asked,
"Where's your brother?",
I replied, "I don know",
He said back, sharply,
"Use your mind!",
so I thought in my head
about it, and he went,
"Ack, go find him!".
As I was walking away,
I thought, "Use your mind?
I wonder what that means?"
Nov 4, 2010
Nov 4, 2010 at 12:21 AM UTC
Speedy data transfer vine
indexed in junk DNA
Instantanious communication
no possibility of delay?
Holo-fractal hookups.
Is everyone on the line?
or
are we listen--ing too slow
are our ears to big to tell
ack from nak, yes from no
The solution? maybe
Quantum time!
Just one eternal grandfather clock
with only a TIC,
never a TOC
delays maybe caused by reneade gyres
like intestellar,
"slowdown feller"
invisible, swirls, with gushing spires.
E-fracting for minutes, hours, years
decades, eons, epics and more.
As pools of whirls slow,
there appear open doors.
but
The locks are no where to be found
The keys?
All scattered on the floor.
What is that, hissing sound?
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 5:55 PM UTC
dark ravens
in the sky
feeling sad
and i just dont know why
tear apart
everything i had
anything i would
ever say
dont look back
mcdonalds
silver sky
dragon
firefile
inside cabinet
businessmen in suits
in suits
my internet explorer floppy disc
i feel
dominaiyyyy
ayy lmaoo
ALIENWARE
soft '09 fest
inside piercings
form of experimentation also expression
dark ravens
geometric polynomi09 uo i/o sunm CEREAL code this krkkkr k ack!
si loooo euop! skkkkgggg io gooodd ohhh oh, goodbye days venus to ALIENS darkravens b-tuple exterior layers of nomonoalistic solumidism through the n(x+1)
Upon further experimentation, n(x+1) proved to be a b-tuple DARK RAVEN. While SADBOYS2001 demonstrated that flakisimatory polydeciheliotuples could expand our understanding of LIFE, THE UNIVERSE AND THE GHETTO-VERSE, there is still a larger area to explore regarding this matter.
It's like something's missing
from my life
that can't be captured in conversation.
I want this box I hold to be translucent, with flashing L.E.D.s, and excluding all pain and ugliness,
but instead I live my life like I'm on deviant art,
at 13 years of age,
attempting to sketch portraits of an idealized Sasuke,
blissfully unaware of the gross distortions and geometric proportions
I don't want my box to have a normal beetle inside of it
I want pokemon inside my box, and them to be real
I want Sonic and Tails to be real so I can go on adventures with them
but the dark ravens
dissipate
all evil
darkness
crawling
in my skin
these wounds
they will not
-heil (2020, Philosophy of Mind, published by Routledge)
believe it me 2009
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 2:49 PM UTC
u texted.
u called.
sorry i haven't
called b(l)ack
or written b(l)ack.
truth is...
i've
f
a
l
l
e
n
into
a
deep
deep
deep
[••••••••••]
sleep
sleep
sleep.
sometimes i feel like i could sleep forever.
i could tell you my dreams...
(but my dreams are my dreams.
(and i am the dreamer))
i could tell u my thoughts...
(but my thoughts are my thoughts.
(and no one's really interested))
sooooooooooo
what now you ask?
good question.
i was wondering
the
same
exact
thing.
Aug 7, 2011
Aug 7, 2011 at 8:04 PM UTC
I'm obsessed with the ideA
I'm enraged by the lack
I want it for m[y]self
S[o] I can j[u]st feel.
Feel it in my body
Live it in my mind
Caress me with the REality
That maybe one day it can find
Me.
____________________________________________________________________
It'll never be.
What you want it to be.
Everything seems perfect.
From the other side.
And when you get there,
It's nothing like you thought.
Nothing.
Never is, never was
Never will be.
Get used to it
-
'11
Mar 3, 2011
Mar 3, 2011 at 5:53 PM UTC
Born to be a bumble bee,
Bumbly more than acceptable,
Bumbling opportunities,
Dim at best, shh ghmm ack ole
Friends we are
You, we, bumblers
Bumping things too far
Until off with our bums
In prison will write book
"Bumbler Chronicles"
I'll put that I bumbled first
And that you bumbled
Ever
After
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 10:36 AM UTC
She was so beautiful
And like a rose
She had thorns
And like a dagger
She pierced my heart
My soul
My sand of time
Vial dropping sand grain by grain
And oh the pain
Plain in the rain
I saw her
And like a stain
On my life
I now live in strife
For the loss of my wife
And sweet melodies sung by the greatest church choirs
the greatest castratos
could not compare
to the love we had there
it was but a bright flare
burnt right
in the shadows of night
and you you you
you were so you
and the slew of oooohoooh
was it true?
Ack cough
I can’t go on
Make me poem of the day
Please…
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 1:11 PM UTC
As the rain falls on my head
Below the bridge, I think
Back to the days when
You and I were so young and
So in love and happy.
So now, older, wiser, and the days long gone, I just have
Our memories and our song.
Now I'm out on my own once again--
Gone looking for that someone to complete Abby's Song.
Jan 3, 2011
Jan 3, 2011 at 7:13 AM UTC
a who
so what
that nays
or nary
a not
a knot of narys
guggled to
from shrill th
roat
she called the kettle B
l
ack
Feb 22, 2011
Feb 22, 2011 at 1:04 AM UTC
so... what's wong
in that's ****
with the ol'
squint eye?
******* a lemon?
f'ack'ah f'ack'ah...
dream of south korea?
must be it.
aww....
you so porcelain?
give me a moment...
let me call the Iberian
bull to give you
a tax analysis.
i'm not even joking!
*you ******* chinks!*
last time i checked...
the Vietnamese
were not the Korean
southern ********
playing the pride card
of a premature hard-on.
Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 1:02 AM UTC
For once I thought that I won't make the same mistake again
It seems that the world revolves just like the past I've burned
The friendship I've carefully handled and preserved
I even invested time and concern
I thought we were true friends
Separated when we were trying to surpass our own dreams
It seems that you're like the others
Leaving when you've find someone you've once dreamed
How could you turn your back from me?
Friendship should have no boundaries
Aren't we even allowed to laugh?
Or just talk all night about nonsense things
I asked you
*When should I only be allowed to message you?*
And then you just told me
The most ******** response I've ever heard of
Dec 17, 2016
Dec 17, 2016 at 12:08 PM UTC
habit is at
my elbow, tho
crouching
scenes not small too
flank the left
ulna. hell,
w a flick
of the wrist
i could commission
a fistless head squawk bloom. but this
hag
viscous, if
lag of lead and
cadmium sapped, ack-
nowledges
a vision,
also. all
have a voice,
no matter how
crude or
elemental.
the hydra, for
instance, has a mouth-
ful of
membranous
know
how.
jet-void smaller daff-
odils milling and
mauling tall, i am beautiful
because i
am here
amid it all
for such
a little bit
Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 11:40 AM UTC
Night raids on Salt End
were legendary… It were a
giant chemical works with ship docks,
silos, storage tanks, fuel dumps,
an ideal 'drop off point' for Gerry…
But Salt End plant’s night raids
on Hedon Road
weren’t gonna daunt our lot,
they lived a mile or so down the lane to Preston
and seemed unafraid of gerri’n shot.
But they built a shelter across’t main road
in a field… On the outside It were a haystack
within the walls, six foot thick… proper beds
on hay bails to the front and back... cosy.
Down the middle was a ‘lounge’ with chairs,
lights, a radio - electric run from’t big ‘ouse
It’s better than being at’ome our Charlie used to say
For the eldest (and the architect) he’d not much nowse.
Me mam (then 19) told me she bussed it into Hull
****** the Doodlebugs” She needed Jitterbugs…
and they still danced at City Hall.
******** to Gerry and his mates.
Margie & her pal René,
dauntless, they had a right ball!
Last Bus to ‘Withernsea’ from town
dropped her off at the junction
by the Speedway on Hedon Road.
Just as her way was lit by fire bombs - all about
when Gerry dropped his final unaimed load
Maybe ack-ack’d sort him out.
She was 2 miles from home… every few seconds another blast.
Scuttling …dodging whistling incendiaries,
running fast, whippet like…
any second could’ve been her last
anything too close she’d have to jump in't ****
She couldn’t mek it t’t shelter or house so picked
the coal shed - instead… threw herself down
on coals…noise lifted - silence dawned… all clear
heavy breathing - not hers - she wan’t alone
What if it’s one of them - a downed ***** airman.
Nervous, terrified more like she let out a little shudder
a gentle cough… to test her nerve
“Is that you Margie?… You daft ******
It were brother Tom… He’d been t’t Nags Head
and he’d run the opposite way from the village instead.
Sep 7, 2021
Sep 7, 2021 at 12:25 PM UTC