"bimbos" poems
Some are Platinum,
Some pale yellow,
Some are Gold and fair of face.
Sometimes their choice is questionable
and the tint seems out of place.
Some are babes and some are ******
It must be in the DNA.
Some use preference by L’Oreal.
Some are straight, others are gay.
Some are called Strawberry Blondes
Some have hair like golden sands.
What each one has in common
Is they dyed at their own hands.
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 7:52 PM UTC
Started with selling lollipops out my locker, to pushing stocks, to selling beef with coco buns like Betty croocker. my gang green, a seal team, running schemes, wit; wicked regimes then moved up to the major leagues- with upper decks, up my sleeve. capture your spirit, just to set it free. dark knight, captures white king; wouldn't stop riding me. pawn moves, worth the trouble; it's two easy. Throwing stones, and Sandz castles, these haters tryin to castle me in; it don't appease me. these drag queens, keep turning there back; showing thier *** and tattle tails; like lil sis-sees. these miss-fits couldn't **** wit- me if they came in ultra HD, my Cats 5, and they treating me like I'm Mr. IP, darker the Wesley, I'm stone cold rocking an Iced-T, your Bud got wiser but it still ain't ******* with D. then grab Kim car dash and-be back by three, send Kanye west, to get Ad vice from me. my marketing skills so nice, I just capitalized. on the lies of our lives, of all three. These dudes the Wizard of Odds, fake pretend; Wizards of Oz, chasing the Wizard of Gods, reading scripts written by me. I wrap with a cause, like I''m passing the bar, in limbo with these dudes at odds with me. I'll dot their eyes, like Kimbo was training me. Their label-mates ****** in Big T's, liking on their selfies, on sell phones. I'm on roam, in Rome, using Google Chrome to Google Earth, on my eye phone- writing this from the O-zone, so that the people reading this will be like O'No - this dude is cold. I'm opt to much prime, all the timethen phone home- transfer the message, like Otimos prime
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 12:23 PM UTC
He has etch-a-sketch lines around his eyes
Sitting, leaning, portraying some sort of brash confidence. That he would perhaps get lucky on this
Tuesday
Where the wind blew silently and dew drops slid down the car windows like
silk gliding in the air or petals
splashing, expanding as they thud to the
ground was worn down, perhaps it was the time, or perhaps it was the lack thereof.
She is twirling her hair. I want to
scream WOMAN grow some ***** Sit up straight you
are letting him
Win with your Gucci-knockoff handbag and
blonde blonde hair you are
just like all of the other ****** looking for their
first and last love. Could you please explain
Why you chose to wear THAT on your
first date?
What a Typical
Tu
es
da
y
Dec 13, 2011
Dec 13, 2011 at 8:52 PM UTC
When I look into the mirror
I see a girl-
A girl who hides behind her skin
I see a girl-
A girl with a look in her eyes
A look of regret
A look of sorrow
A look of a painful experience
I see what you've made me to be
I am a victim of yours
I am the girl they talk about
I am your victim
I am the girl you damaged
I am your victim
You're ******* victim
-
When I look into the mirror
I see nobody
I feel nobody
I hear nobody
When I look into the mirror
I see the fear blazing into my eyes
I feel the masculine of your hands beaming down on me
I hear your muffled groans and audible grunts
I am what you've made me to be
-----
I had a life
I planned a future
I wanted love
I wanted a husband
I wanted children
-
I wanted so **** much but-
I want you,
I want you dead
Buried six feet plus in the **** soiled ground
I want you gone
Banished to hell!
----
When I look into the mirror
I see the outcome of my most horrid nightmare
I feel the bile rising in my throat because you never fail to make me sick-
I fear you
I hate you
I ******* HATE YOU
But you're the only one I can think about.
---
I was raised
I was loved
I loved too
But you took that from me
You took so much from me
Confidence, you took from me
Bluntness, you took from me
Pride, you took from me
I believed in myself
I had faith in myself
But you took that from me
-----
I see you, Often enough
On the streets, selling dope
Riding around, lookin for ******
In my dreams, ****** me again!
You destroyed me, you took my womanhood away
You did this to me!
-
LOOK AT ME!
-
I can't walk outside alone because of you
I avoid alleys because of you
I hide behind tinted sunglasses hoping and praying I don't run into you
--
You changed my life in more ways than you can imagine
I am not the same person I used to be
I am not the same person I was last year
I am not the same person who completed high school
I'm not same person who politely introduced myself to you
I am not the same person my parents knew me as
I- I-... I am nobody
--
All because you took myself from me.
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 7:28 PM UTC
sitting in heavy traffic one day, 4-way stop
radio on, listening to the DJ describe
the excitement of broadcasting live
from a south side strip club
between songs
giggly ****** screech in high pitched
dog whistle voices
trying to entice me
into meeting wild red heads
georgous brunettes, ***** blondes
yellow, then red, then slowly traffic
moves on
continuing the maze
blockades block, jackhammers
tear up half the street, change lanes
the heat of asphalt, a constant barrage
of noise
straining, amplifying
I turn a ***** off in mid-squeal
looking around I realize
I had arrived
this was the world of grown-ups
I so desperately longed for in my youth?
no bat mizvah, no tribal rite of passage
but if I'm lucky
I'll make that green light
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 7:57 PM UTC
This city, man...
This city one BIG icepick, ya here?
Been walkin' round these streets,
trippin' these glass sheets of ice
the past SIX blocks,
********* man?
not a single cab picks a fool up round here...
Where those bustlin' business men go, huh?
Where that friction now?
What bout those tan-legged,
princess barbies?
their DOGS in their purses,
their cellular phones chatterin' n' ****
Where those ****** run off at?
They hot at the ***** bars now or somethin'?
HUH?
You know wha man?
**** that.
I walk this way every SINLGE morning,
twenty blocks UP,
twenty blocks the other way...
I'm walkin',
******
and those buses and cars WAILIN' they horns,
WAILIN',
SHOUTIN' each other
the SECOND the sun starts shinin',
SHOOTIN' heat each other till' darkest of **** night...
That's what I wanna know...
Where those ***********
RIGHT NOW.
Aug 2, 2010
Aug 2, 2010 at 9:18 AM UTC
He went around
and came around, and went around again~
Then he came around, went back around
and came around again.
"What's with all the run-around?"
I asked my breathless friend
"Guess what goes around, will come around
and right up to the end."
"But what's all this you're chasin, then?"
I asked the weary clown~
"Been chasin' all these wimin,
and they've yet to slow me down."
"Who runs this ride, you run beside,
and can't they cut the speed?"
"I have no clue, but maybe you
can jump this thing, and plead."
"One last run around, dear girl
take a ride and wait for me,
it won't be long, enjoy the song,
I'm a sick sorry son of a b."
I hopped aboard his dream machine
where ladies rode the poles
and pushed passed blown out ******
to the room which housed controls.
I peeked inside the window there
and much to my surprise
no one was manning anything
on this carousel of lies.
A sea of lovely lonelies
ride 'The Future' from the past
around again a few more times
our lives are fading fast.
Suddenly he's on the ground
and draggin' on his knees
with sweat upon his forehead,
I said, ******* LET GO, please."
"One last run around, dear girl,
don't you worry none 'bout me
appreciate your deep concern
I'm a sick sorry son of a b".
Well, it took some major doing
to release his grip of fear
and then I jumped, and bruised and bumped
was finally in the clear.
"we've cashed in all our chips today,
but we'll be back, you see-
you push to run the Future
and I'm a freakin' fool for thee.
We hobbled from the Carn-evil,
my weary friend and me
what goes around will come around
dear God please set us free.
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 10:32 AM UTC
Venus Ramey Murphy,
(September 26, 1924 – June 17, 2017)
American beauty pageant contestant &
activist; Venus won the Miss America
competition in Atlantic City,
New Jersey | | | |
on September 9, 1944;
Born in Ashland, Kentucky,
Venus left Kentucky to work
for the war effort in
Washington, DC, & there won
the Miss District of Columbia pageant,
& then onto Miss America in 1944;
Venus Ramey
was the first Miss America
to be photographed in color
& the first red-haired to win the title
I started listening to AM Christian
radio b/c it's funny; but on one side
of the dial is Rush Limbaugh & on
the other is Pravda in Russian; a
little further up the dial, I can hear
the latest on the record number of
undocumented transgenders running
for public office; I never thought I'd
miss dumb blondes & ****** but
happily married gay couples are the
reason a bloviating ignoramus like
Limbaugh is on the radio in the first
place;
|
[I'm not
the sort to gawk at penises, but even
that would be a marked improvement
over watching Rush Limbaugh] | [I
don't watch Christian TV b/c it's too
calculatedly stupid, as if anyone still
believed in backwoods hucksterism]
or the visible, risible conundrum of
an over-the-hill beauty queen; what
does one do after being crowned one
of the most beautiful women on earth;
Jesus, **** or homosexuality [ ]
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 3:38 PM UTC
Dear popularity
You think you are so clever
Like the monsters under our bed
Hiding when parents come
Denied by most adults
But the kids know the truth
We feel the pain
Because with you around
The smaller people
Are wallpapers
And the it kids
Are neon logos
Vandalized on our walls
Slowly seeping their
Poison into us
Leaving no room for
Our thoughts
Making us zombies
In our own world
What will become of them
When our walls break down
When they can't feed off us
When we give up
And the bricks crumble
What if one of us
Took off the mask
Tore off our label
Which was planted on our forehead
Without our consent
What if we defied them
And let our light shine
What would we lose
If they took everything
And we realized
Naked
there is nothing
To cover our light
But if we outshine them
Will the world become
Topsy turvy
Will the ****** follow us
Will the world revolve about
The shiniest star
Making them another
Generic mean girl
And ****
There is
No justice in power
No divine being to lead all
And not give in to the darkness
Because the one person
Who could figure out
Who would be smart enough
To take a step back
And see the wall
See our generation
Break out from
Tradition
Would be stupid
To not remember
The pain caused
By the ignorant
Populars
At least
Most are brain dead
And their thoughts only
Stretch as far as their
Appearance
Of what people
Think
But the smart ones
Befriend all
And cleverly
Use them as stepping
Stones to the top
No mercy
If we tore
Off the rotting wallpaper
We would see
All
The dark insides
Of the it kids
The hunger for
revenge in the
Outsiders
And those
Who copy
Who don't feel
Don't think
Would jump off the
Bridge happily
If everyone did
Not interested
In saving their own ***
But then there's the quiet ones
The ones who take
All the **** you throw at
Them
At me
And shape it
Into something beautiful
And when you glimpse
Our power
You befriend us
To take it
But I give it to you
Because in your hands it's ****
But in mine
I can make it gold
I can be the sun
But will I use
My power
For good?
For evil?
Whose side are you on.
Mine
Because I have enough
Self respect
To want to live
Without further
Damage
And if that means
Not being part of your group
Well so
Be it
I will live
Without you
Pulling me down
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC
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Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 2:39 PM UTC
shame sits on
my couch
eating a
doughnut
complaining about how
the girls in horror
movies are
always
dumb ******
I can’t remember the
last time
I saw him
but
he looks
good
must have made some
strong woman cry her
heart out
that would make
anybody feel
good
it always amazes
how quickly he moves
in
setting up his cot
near the fire-place,
his toothbrush in
the bathroom, and
taking anything he
wants from the
fridge
not that I do much
to stop him once
he gets in
if he gets in
that’s what I’m good
at
keeping him out
most of the time
I just ignore him
sometimes he doesn’t even
show up
but sometimes he gets in
and I’m in no shape to
play his games
and
so I just lock myself
in my room
while he yells at
the television
oh well,
I think
he’ll leave soon
enough
off to ****
with a weaker soul
or perhaps just
kick a drunk
while he’s
down
Dec 29, 2011
Dec 29, 2011 at 11:16 PM UTC
Loyalty and power,
I gotta take a shower,
My salary’s forgiveness
In history I cower.
Ahem.
The sharpest devils were created in wealth – in wealth
That money power getting bad fa ya health – fo yo health
I climb the lady of liberty
Holding the fire of infamy
**** girl, how tall ya. gotta. be?
How much a man gotta pay for a woman to be free?
If it costs him his life, the debt is paid
For just an hour a day, living death is the wage
I can’t even start about the water we wade
Constituting ignorance, no more to a slave.
I predict the government will feed on your hate
And product your anger to the tricks of the trade.
There’s more to the story,
I’m ****** and poorly,
Ganked and gory,
Just ignore me,
Cents and sore knees, forgetting my name is Jason? Lord, please!
They’re brainwashing with
trumping ******
jumping ******
crazy info?
Know what you’re in fo
When you
Turn on the telly, the venue, is
Just another place for kids, welcome,
We’ve got another ****** for your cerebellum,
Gosh!
You’re welcome!
Mosh! Jump up, jump up, and don’t frown, when
They murdered more babies in jars.
Again?
That is if your mother’s in a jam...
When?
I don’t know, half past midnight in the twilight zone,
Which means absolutely nothing when a dog is a bone
Under your house
When you mistake your cat for a mouse.
How many things do I have to get backwards
For you to realize I’m doing math with slick words
Calculating fascination, a concoction, a plantation
Of seeds so small they appear not to exist
Turn the page and out comes a fist
Rattling down the road is canned laughter
Wait up a minute I’m down in the rafters.
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 7:09 PM UTC
The wind cries midnight
church bells chime descent
and in the graveyard
the dead turn over in their beds
In the street of the lonely
street lights flicker
and the fog of despondency
gets momentum and thickens
All here are doomed to stay
lost souls, in limbo
from puppetries with marionettes
to blonde squeaky voiced big *** ******
The wind cries midnight
and to my delight
I leave here soon
so farewell as I say Good Night
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 6:15 PM UTC
One thing I know, one thing I wish for, one thing I would die for
One thing I pray for is that you die a horrible death
I wish … yeah that’s right...It’s just a wish!
If I had the choice to free you or the devil himself
If I had a choice between life and death
A route between heaven and hell… I would sure choose the latter for you
Trust me; I have acknowledged the fact that I am a biological error.
A constant remind of your foolish mistakes. Your own hell I suppose.
You made me make pain a hero, a friend and a **** father you never were.
Death was my mother that I desperately prayed to for her to take me home.
I was desperate for my own peace at my lonely grave
Desperation could not keep up with me; I guess I was beyond the poor thing.
I hope that someday life will serve you as a devil’s dish.
In my own world, in my own fantasy, my own deception of coping with reality, you do exist.
In my own world I am daddy’s little girl, with the pony tails and ****
I am that girl that waits for you to come back from work.
You exist as a figment of my own imagination when people talk about their families.
I long for your embrace like the Sahara’s desert crave for water.
I long for freedom like a slave. My own emotions crucified me.
I stare down death everyday as though I was staring at you.
I guess the simple truth is that I want to see a friendly face in this empty crowd.
Dear father, I hope they have a special place for you in hell, were you will burn for eternity.
When I needed you, you needed a needle. I cried for you but you cried for some sick *****
I cried for weeks and months until it hit me; you aren’t worth it.
You missed the first time I walked. The first time I talked. The first time I shined bright.
I bet you are going to run away from your own funeral! That’s what you are good at.
So dear father, wherever you are don’t die yet. You still have to see my success story.
Witness with your own eyes how life ****** you up on a good opportunity.
I hope your bottles, fake *** ****** and more babies keep you warm at night.
I hope a car doesn’t run over you anytime soon.
Abandonment looked at you and ran away; responsibility looked at you and committed suicide.
But do not worry, I am here to stay. Call me your worst nightmare if you must.
When I told the devil my story he quit running hell and went back to heaven.
He felt you deserved it more. You are hell. Can you hear the bell? Your ride is here.
I will give you a ride to your own little grave. Your little own cave.
I think if you do get this letter know that this is what the universe calls impartiality.
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 3:07 PM UTC
250 gals and one old guy
Lusting after me and I know why.
I am a Congressman,
I am a Republican,
And they know what that means.
It means big money in my jeans.
Big money for partying hardy
And if the ****** are smarties
They will kiss a lot of fat ***
And never rebuff a single pass
Made at them, no matter how rudely.
They will see it as their womanly duty
To make me feel that I am great
And lick on my head of state
If so ordered, and quickly,
Even if it makes them sickly
Because I am a Congressman,
And also, I am a Republican.
As such, I am special and divine
So there is no societal line
That I should not ever cross
Because I am now the boss
And you people that voted for me
Are the biggest fools in history.
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 7:10 PM UTC
I said you weren't my type.
I just dissed.
You looked like my brother.
So I didn't want another.
A mistake
my heart you would just break.
Real love you can't fake.
I didn't make myself available or saleable.
99.9% of Americans are stupid.
I know Ariel and a part of the 1% that isn't.
America is filled with drug addicts, homeless bums, perverts, ****** nuts, thieves, tramps, cons, ****** pimps, stalkers, greed, sin. ignorant, immoral, bad, cheating and low life people.
Who are liars, sick, mentally deranged, angry, crazy, ******** poor people.
European, English, British, Irish people
seem different, better, hard-working, proper, classy, distinguished, polite, considerate, thoughtful, moral, high class, honest, rich, intelligent, generous, caring, loving, good, modest, straight, wise, home owning, business managing, educated, family valued, sane people who are not corrupt or worldly.
Homebodies, farmers working class, civil, helpful, fearless, strong, nice, friendly and secure.
I hope to know some of them.
Get their luck of love and wealth.
A peaceful, quiet, happy home.
Of family & love & security.
Friends, money, fame, respect, loyalty, trust.
Land, bank, work, food, shelter, & clothes.
Shade from the Sun,
Warmth from the cold
A hand to hold.
Love to share with somebody who will care. Somebody to adore.
Who doesn't make me their *****
Someone who gives me gifts.
One who doesn't just drift.
A guy who acts with swift.
One who puts me first.
Who never makes me feel the worst.
I want them to be number one.
Someone who's not dumb.
Not just together for the fun.
Not after a few years will be done.
One who will last forever.
One who is clever.
One who doesn't say never.
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 3:55 PM UTC
Ugh I cannot sleep
I'm not even in wakeful limbo
Why even bother counting sheep
When I have to wake up and deal with mean ******
Ugh my frame tosses and turns
But all I want is to be deadly still
Because I feel the yearning burns
And all I want is a night nurse pill
Ugh my mind still keeps ticking
Dabbling from thought to thought
And my bed sheet won't stop clinging
Until I'm suffocated by the pain it's brought
Ugh it's too dark
But if it was lighter that's even worse
Still the shadows dance clean and stark
And sleep is now a curse
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 5:05 PM UTC
Britney Spears
The queen of conformity
Heterosexuality
The ****** of ******
Excuse my French I beg
But she is the angel
O death
For many girl starve
Or murderthem selves because of her
She is my most hate celebrity
And people argon poor marylin manson
Tics.
Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 11:34 AM UTC
Velvet box with nothing in.
A saffron hat without a pin.
Pair of shoes that want to win.
An umbrella that turns inside out.
Caught by a gale.
Scream and shouts at broken brolly.
Woman in high heels looks like a dolly.
Way she's walking, looks like a wally.
Irritating like a spot.
A spot that's becoming an irate boil.
Wants your fella.
The poet can tell you.
And she's going to tell her.
Not a chance unless hell freezes over.
No way in hell is she losing her lover.
(c)Livvi
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 10:08 AM UTC
We ran out of places to colonize, so
Now the capitalist are after our time
Though your mind might not realize yet, our
Attention has been commodified
All these fans around me but only you, see
That eyes are as good as gold nowadays, please
Check out the newest subscription released
So I can feed my kids and escape the freeze
****** and incels fighting over bucks and *****
But free videos take advantage of ***** and
Strippers prefer cold polls to ***** cause we
All gotta clock in sucker, ***** to **** so
We scam each other hoping to get ahead
Scheming over the same table we broke bread
Together in public we feed on street cred, but the
He said she said won't put a roof over your head
So better get famous ***** let everyone know
Your business is going swell, gonna buy some blow
Gonna sell some **** make a scene, then go
Do anything you can to keep them eyes on you.
Dec 15, 2022
Dec 15, 2022 at 12:09 PM UTC
X
no more of what
Matters not
We shall find each other
Soft !
In the ancient shadows
Where wisdom dwells
)(
And demons make magical things
That help us get things done
•
•
We are ready
We want revolution
•
Maybe I can find a real girl someday
And not just Barbie doll ******
On display
••
Here we are
Beautiful
People
Pretending to be some
Unworthy thing
X
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 2:22 PM UTC
squeak my little mice, squeal my feline friends: the rats are coming.
you really picked the wrong kind of enemy,
one that finds your sense of humour
endearing,
and a sense of humour
that's both endearing,
and easily overturned;
the rat populace said so:
you have no veto,
that sort of privilege is left to the people
with enough political integrity
to not take to jogging
in the morning, as those blonde
chewbacca ****** take to,
outthinking the stability of the dover
cliffs, with some sort of masterplan
of the mexican wall...
how about you blow up the channel
tunnel first?!
Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 10:24 PM UTC