"baddie" poems
I wish you'd never give up on me,
just as much as i wish we could let each other go.
I'm so weak and unsure,
Only certain in the fact that i have always messed things up,
and the assumption that i will always continue to do so.
I only cry for myself or for you,
As if there were no greater tragedy in the world
than your absence and my own saddened heart.
You deserve so much more than me,
so much more,
but although i try,
It seems too hard to let you go and find it.
I hate being the bad guy
but it's gone too far for me to be the goodie again.
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 7:19 AM UTC
I'm the happiest today that I've been in years
with a smile that stretches between both ears
don't quite know what's taking place
why am I so full of grace?
Got this ****** stupid grin
like a granny full of gin
want to hug my enemies
got none, sod it, hug the trees
got good news about my friends
tribulations at an end?
had so sweet a day of love
angels must be close above
waiting for things to go wrong
like a *** note in a song
perhaps a car will run me down
Christ I bet I'd wear a frown!
maybe hug a ****** killer
like a baddie in a thriller
pick axe through my happy skull
wouldn't notice I'm so dull
my face is like a happy elf
as if I've been touching myself
don't worry that is not my style
'cos God says masturbation's vile
I'll settle for this pleasant feeling
it's so amazing leaves me reeling
friday might not match my mood
what if I am grumpy, start to brood?
So try to keep this jolly face
keep spouting poetry apace
soon enough I'll be back down
I'm just a sad depressive clown...:O)
Jan 20, 2011
Jan 20, 2011 at 3:55 PM UTC
Let me tell you something
About life as seen on TV
It may appear ideal
But that ain’t the way it should be
The goodie has no end of ammo
The baddie is never in with a shout
But in our world today
It’s always the good guy who loses out
He loses out to the ********
The puff with the SUV.
The girls drop a nice one instantly
For a flutter of profanity.
The ***** always get laid
While the dude’s left out to dry
And for all that goodness he’s got
He’s alone a lot and why?
It’s a question I asked myself
For years and years to come
To the conclusion that all winners
Are deadbeats, jerks and ****
Nov 12, 2011
Nov 12, 2011 at 11:20 AM UTC
I look at the screen and see this perfect bride,
she is his ride or die, she is his wife. He loves her yet gives me the side eye,
I don’t know why I think she’s the other guy? I want love and security,
I want independence and non-codependency.
I want trinkets and tchotchkes but not a ring on the finger,
yes a finger but not that kind of finger,
I am not ready and he isn’t the one,
will I ever be the other woman looking in at the other one?
She struts away up and down,
gives me this glare while she drops a timid hand on her hubby,
possessing him and making him be her property,
smirks at satisfaction with the way my face is painted,
she doesn’t see it,
but love’s not a competition.
I don’t love him, nor do I lust,
he is just eye candy that I like to **** with my eyes,
he isn’t my type of guy.
Jealousy is funny cause I was where she stood.
Told him to block her and remove her as he should.
But I didn’t get it then and she doesn’t get it now,
if he’s looking at me,
she’s the other woman now.
Cause she is ‘othered’ by him,
she is replaced as the apple of his eye by me in his vision,
it is a revision.
Competing with me will do you no good,
cause I’m a class apart, a classy bossy b
and you just live in the neighbourhood.
I have visions and goal and options, you just him to be understood.
You chose to settle it’s not my fault,
you’re average at best,
it’s what I can recall.
We don’t even live in the same dimension,
you’re looking at me, but I’m looking at you and laughing
how you’re so green with envy,
I didn’t even speak to him even then you still think,
that I will steal him from you,
whoever you think are you two?
I got a better life to live than live in jealousy,
bless your heart but you’re not my enemy.
I am the only woman in this world, none of you ******* are in my caliber,
go cry to your daddy,
cause you are not me, you’re not an Insta baddie x.
Jan 1, 2023
Jan 1, 2023 at 3:23 PM UTC
Forgotten art of demonic friendships
With baddie caddies and the absent masculine control of the black liquiline emotions
Pooled around a hair mask, it stripped away all the gaudy binds
The devil is really a concept that one should never be denied
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 9:50 PM UTC
im a sexed up
cumwhore
after a drag on
your **** pistol.
im as quiet as a
mouse in my
shiny, black school shoes.
im a baddie
and im thinking
of your head
grazing against my teeth instead
of this (decadent)
cherry –
now you know why im drooling.
im a gracious
guest and the
hostess with the
most-est, covering
my mouth when
I laugh too hard,
mixing a cocktail
that’ll put hair
on any man’s chest
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 4:04 AM UTC
Do you see that girl?
Her mind hiding years of tormenting secrets, face stained with tears,
Her lips sealed closed promising never to tell what she has been suffering with.
Don’t you see her?
That girl is right there and you don’t you even know
Because you would much rather choose “ignorance is bliss”
Then reach your hand out and help her.
That girl she is screaming trying to get the attention of anyone with a listening ear
She is trying to tell you she can’t take it anymore .She wants you to see
The scares left behind by that unwanted visitor.
The pain that has sieged her heart.
Do you see her?
That girl she binged on the fantasias of what her favorites rapper says make a baddie
So she lap band her addictions and Botox away her depression
Thinking all that cosmic surgery can take away her pain.
What she really needs is for someone to take her by the hand
And tell her that everything be okay and she can make it.
That girl is right there and still can’t see her
Because you are too quick to judge.
If you would take some time and listen you would
Know she is screaming out for help
She has wants you to know she has had it with
The physical and mental abuse.
That girl she is looking for a way out but she keeps sinking
Back into her own inward conflicts that pull her back in faster than quick sand
She like Eva took a big bite out of depiction and enter into the hand of sin.
If you would just stop and pay attention you would have know
That girl she is sitting right next to you .
Now do you see her?
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC
The cops
Never view me
Like I view me
The cops
Treat me like a criminal
Not knowing that I am a good family person
The cops
I know they deal with all sorts of people
But why do they treat me like a criminal
The cops
I try and view life through their eyes
But they view me as a baddie
The cops
Try and figure out why I turned my feet
To try and avoid them
Why can’t they arrest real crooks
The cops
I know I have to be careful
If I want a job in live streaming
Because they could arrest me
The cops
I view life like them
But they view me like a poor mentally ill
Layabout
The cops
I know I made mistakes
But I still want to be good
The cops
I try to watch highway patrol
To do the right thing
So I don’t get fines
The cops
They might not know it
But I respect the cops
Because they are just doing their job
But I ain’t a criminal
I try and not swear at the cops
Cause really the only people who do that
Are alcoholics druggies and the guilty
The cops
Just help the cops arrest the bad people
PLEASE
Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 6:27 AM UTC
I don’t flash ****
for
social security benefits.
But I call my baddie daddy,
because his heart is like paddy;
Big, wide &
worthy of a Grammy.
I like my wine fine,
Man resigned,
A bit over twenty-nine,
So it all feels like borderline cloud-nine.
Lucky for me,
Love & grey hair came intertwined.
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 3:59 AM UTC
dear god, you humble me into quietude
she says it’s sunny and 75
nearing 3’o’clock, cooling,
let’s go for our usual constitutional,
for a lovely afternoon walk to Shell Beach
*can’t can’t can’t walking now in
a bottomless pit, every handhold,
poems, newly commissioned, newborn,
broken off the wall, revealing a gleaming,
light of iron pyrite, really good fool’s gold,
cause only fools write good poetry, or even try*
but tonight I’m gonna feed you bucatini bolognese
babe, you gotta walk, make some room for all the words
that will come tumbling free falling while I’m sleeping next,
you’re up prowling looking for rhymes, lines, unheard of before,
you’ll need energy to bite, write, and make loving poetry and then,
then, sleep late, my laddie-baddie, new ones on my nightstand,
for my perusal, my usual unusual man who gifts me them to
in quantities of ‘more galore,’ that I accept, adore...adore
so afterwards, I must say my morning prayer, as an atheist forgiven,
the one I commissioned, and you composed, for me:
Dear God: you humble me into quietude, with gratitude...
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 3:37 PM UTC
Sometimes I wonder
Why me?
Is it because I'm not pretty
enough?
Is it because at the toughest times
I don't know how to be tough?
Or what about my personality?
Am I too tense?
A little too closed?
Or is it that you want me to let loose
and be open a little more?
But how?
When the closest people to me shot me right in the core...
Why me?
Is it because I'm not the girl I
used to be?
The little baddie with a drunky
as a daddy?
Pause ...
The person who I became,
because of all the shame and the mind games
But who's to blame?
Myself ..
I blame myself for being such a fool,
but I never thought I was too cool for school
Book smart and street smart with the slightest passion for a pretty piece of art...
Why me?
Boys always dub me,
now they writing letters that they love me... NOT
Seems like I'm all I got..
Since the guys in my past had another on the side
Said I was their only,
but you know everybody lies
Why?
They always leave me in the dirt
and really think they cool and don't care that I'm hurt ..
Why me?
Everybody fake
Running round the world being sneaky
like the snakes
Can't trust too many,
Being friends with lanes you wouldn't wanna trust any ...
Why me?
Seems like I'm never happy like I used to be
No one understands the pain that's deep inside of me
Misunderstood...
Got a smile in my face but there's no reason why I should..
Why me?
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 8:07 PM UTC
He’s already in the room
when I walk in.
He can see me wringing my hands
and a grin half-bananas on his face,
as if he knows precisely
how our conversation will go,
because everyone who’s ever met him
ends up the same way,
with a tempest in their skulls
and an avalanche in their guts.
He’s ordered me a black coffee -
knows it’ll keep me up tonight.
I crumple my fists under the table,
ready for the comic-strip moment
where I overthrow the baddie,
B O S H ! right in the chops,
but it’d be like punching concrete.
I’d come off worse, of course.
I tell him to stop playing,
that it’s gone on too long.
He sees me wringing my hands again
and a guffaw ejects
from his chest,
an ugly-bird sound.
How many times I’ve turned
down an opportunity,
how many times I’ve said
I’ll think about it
only to pass and watch the night
eke away as treacle down the sink.
He’s the blister in my life.
I dismiss the drink, get up to leave,
my only remark, ‘are you leaving too?’
That disgusting smirk.
‘Don’t be silly. We’re friends.’
Outside I breathe fast though
not out of breath,
my palms raspberry-pink.
He’s already waiting
when I get home.
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 7:00 AM UTC
Helen and I
were sitting on
the grass in front
of Banks House
it was a Sunday morning
bright and warm
she had her hair
in 2 plaits
and her thick lens glasses
enlarged her eyes
which were
peering at me
so he shot you?
she said
looking concerned
yes the creep shot me
in the back while
I wasn't looking
I said
so who
was it again?
she said
Pat Garrett
he's sheriff
or something
like that
I said
and you
were Billy the Kid?
she said
flicking one
of her plaits of hair
behind her shoulder
yes but I had
a good life while I did
I said
she nodded
I saw him in a film
at the flicks
I said
Robert Taylor
was him in it
my old man took me
she looked at the 6
shooter gun
in my holster
on the grass
how many guns
have you got?
she asked
I have 3
I said
and a rifle
sometimes I have
2 guns on me
in holster
sometime I have 1
why 2?
she said
so I can shoot 2
bad guys at once
or if I'm the baddie
then 2 marshals
she frowned
which do you
like best to be?
she said
I like playing Wyatt Earp
if I'm a good guy
or Billy the Kid
if I'm a bad guy
she passed me
a sherbet lemon sweet
from a white paper bag
and I ****** it
she talked of her doll
Battered Betty
who lost an arm
when her little brother
smashed her against
a wall but her dad
fixed it
and it has 2 arms
now again
I picked up
my 6 shooter
and took it out
of the holster
and began to polish it
she talked on
about her dolls' shoes
white ones but one
had gone missing
and she thought
her brother may
have stolen it
I ****** another
sherbet lemon
cleaning my gun
part of my Sunday
morning fun.
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 3:37 AM UTC
Baddie brains blown out hick-up pick up picky pick up lines hirried stubbling drained from the gum. Yes tis gum from the stuomuch that you swallowed for month because I just loved the way you ***** *** I'm sick.
I puked.
I puked?
I started runnning the walts of Conan the quenched dominator beefing with minny mouse for spanking mickey. He sipps mickeys just so you know I'm holy dust, sike. I wish I washed my mouth month before I ate the groomed flappy fingered fizzathered lips of Haley Jade. I wish I had a ****** **** Nut after nut and after this nut another nut and a nut a then the knux cause she got the **** crumbling runs rinse me in Faygo cause these Jugglalos have hair I love to get the stow in jars from a far, because I farted. Beanie I ******* farting who started this ******** fricken flame flare Jack Keoroac couldn't spit enough spirts to-at-alley trickling pink pavement funds that freed Zepplin.
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 4:49 PM UTC
like a sonorous bird on a wire, his lyrics delivered with/in, a gravelly impish grinning wink, with a high voltage current currency that makes you cry, why did I not write that, godfamn it, which rhymes doncha ya know
so pickup your electronics, grumpy and
cursing, compelled to start versing, bested by
the best, reminder to self you are an also ran, you be back of the pack, and the love out there, freely given to the artists we aspire to be makes me,
an ass-piring foolish man, who kicks up
beach sand into his owned eyes, them two
regular betrayers… and that’s a rap and a
wrap of another baddie po~em
Sep 14, 2024
Sep 14, 2024 at 8:46 AM UTC
Sleepless
O, sleep, why did you forsake me
I close my eyes will me to sleep
Nothing!
Better get up watch an old movie
A western one and you know who
Are the baddie and the sheriff
John Wayne is holding in his stomach.
The fake fight scene with furniture
That breaks easily.
O, sleep, why did you forsake me.
Sep 12, 2019
Sep 12, 2019 at 4:48 AM UTC
i saw a funny thing just the other day
a crane fly with a turban came flying by my way
he had little bombs fastenend to his wings
with a belt of bullets and grenade and things
like something from a movie
he looked a proper baddie
a british daddy long legs
that had joined jihaddy
Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 11:56 AM UTC
i saw a funny thing just the other day
a crane fly with a turban came flying by my way
he had little bombs fastenend to his wings
with a belt of bullets and grenade and things
like something from a movie
he looked a proper baddie
a british daddy long legs
that had joined jihaddy
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 7:06 AM UTC