"boners" poems
my shrink told me:
"Feelings:
Pathetic.
Baked clouds:
Attention!
A broken butterfly:
Holy fear"
abortion, gay marriage, suicide, depression, faith diversity, disunion, pacifism, the internet, green peace, the national institutes of guns, alcohol and cigarettes, math teachers, poorly written books and well-written books, science, documentaries, the 90′s Cartoon Network, solutions for first, second and third world problems, the Venus project, conspiracy theories, poker, chess and backgammon, ****** music, female ******* boys playing with dolls and offensive language are nothing
we are all attention ******
we are born and buried
for attention.
we endure awkwardness
for attention.
we have *******
for attention.
god will be afraid of us
for attention.
so I told him:
"Let's face it
nothing will be everything!"
Jul 13, 2012
Jul 13, 2012 at 6:03 PM UTC
when i want inspiration to write poetry
i watch a heaving tempest of kisses
they have a better flavor
than cooking shows
what's prettier than pretty pretty
in pigtails
shaking her delicious
derriere whipped Soufflé?
i'm kissing butter princess
witchy ****
spread lickity splits
eating her
with a big wide **** eating grin
like an open face dagwood
whats more poetic than that hopeful glaring
of
Adonis's plumper in paradise
filling Cleopatra's slathered meringue?
ga-ga-ga-gag me, daddy
merciless, pa-leazze
fluttered big wet talking eyes
like pools of blue honey
getting it zigged zagged
hard against a redraw mouth
throttling fluted gullet
while eager throat gasps
a symphonic music of the spheres
in relentless staccato chokes
lovin her big devil **** splashing
all gym built wonder-boy
a litter of ****** and tongues
licking pig greedy
rapturous milkshake waterfalls
whimpering
mmmmmm
oooh big daddy
oh my ****** god
pillar of colossus
you Tunisian donut you
pierce me like a spoon
through summer guava
who screams like that eating lunch
but a half ate apricot?
better than a football game
I'd rather take her greek
more fun than math or small talk
preferable to a pat on the back at work
or a ridged procession at a funeral
oh beautiful dark fig
squatting crotch candy
bubbling tapioca ***
queen of
spun sugar ****
all pyrotechnics
and fluttering sinews
if you asked most
do they watch ****
they'd grow smug like a senator
or punch you in the mouth
outwardly high-minded
refusing the blessing of a
video **** parade
of pirouetting vaginas
and glistening areolas
for the glory
of the secret ************ ceremony
the *** moralists
only good for a secret ******
living their lives
with passions submerged
and nothing to confess
except for guilty offerings
as they wander through dreamland shopping malls
wanting to know
Victorias ***** little secret
seduced
but not caressed
by
a mouthpiece for castrated dreams
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 4:05 PM UTC
For forty days and forty nights
We had no reasons to fight
So the planet was flooded
By the warm blooded
******* soaked
Visible ******
No more cloaks
No more loners
For everyone there was a match
But here's the insidious catch
It didn't take long for people to get bored
And start cutting and crossing cords
Until we resembled a chaotic horde
For forty days and forty nights
The Earth was flooding
Until things got muddy
And clouded transcendence
In the form of independence
Our lives keep knotting together
Our lives are rotting endeavors
We were completely happy
But felt that was too sappy
We sought edgy darkness
In a world that was shark-less
We made the world we live in
By putting on shark fins
And eating those that fall overboard
Out of their relationship
We try to be their overlord
Or add them to our list
Love grants a clenched fist
When there is value to a kiss
For forty days and forty nights
We turned on Earth's floodlights
And the world was flooded by love
Until we decided to try to look above
To see nothing there
Just the empty air
There was a time when there was love
Now there is none
Only a gun
And the number one
Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 2:12 PM UTC
A full moon like an evil eye
pointing behind the streetlights
the pack long gone
the herd festered into a rat horde
rickety bones and unused ******
"It's never enough, its too much,
what's the point,"
the only way to shut it up is blunt force
to bully it away
beat it with a vengeance
before the evil feels the void
fills it with cancer
the Devil knows my weaknesses
tease me with the blood
but there's nowhere to hunt
grind the edges off my fangs
cavities and smoke shaded
murmurs, tremors, ticks and triggers
free me from the pain of care
doubt, anxiety, helplessness
I never wanted the love, but respect
the freedom to be...
advice I never asked for
questions I don't have answers to!
run until I hit the water
nightmares of drowning in darkness
never ending laughter
and you - just staring at me
like I planned the failure
I built this burned out temple
my birth was my plan
The best part of me
is the animal you say I'm not
and when it dies - I'm going with it.
Jun 6, 2023
Jun 6, 2023 at 2:10 PM UTC
Keep your feelings far from me.
I hear that shit's contagious.
I'm not trying to catch your affection.
And I've got some serious objections
to this whole love sick diagnosis.
Doctor, Doctor. What's the deal?
How's my heart of steel?
Is it melting? Warping? Disintegrating?
Write me a script for a void of emotion,
give me a brew or a potion to cure this notion
that love exists and people aren't evil.
Pills for headaches, **** ups and ******
Why not wannabe loners?
For the people who just wanna be dead inside again.
The ones who hate the feeling of feeling.
Emotions send them reeling.
I don't want to deal with healing.
I wanna die inside again and skip resurrection.
If emptiness is an infection I wanna sick forever.
I don't need a doctor, I need an emotional dissection.
Pick it apart and sew it up without fixing ****
I wanna be dead again.
Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 2:00 AM UTC
Your ***** give me
******
My ****** gave you
babies
Your babies are giving me
a ******* headache
Seriously
will you hurry up
and
get home
before I start slapping
the ****
out of these kids?
You said you had to
help your sister
move.
That was about ten hours
ago.
Where the hell is she
moving to?
The moon?
Dec 31, 2011
Dec 31, 2011 at 2:30 PM UTC
Today I saw an ad on the TV for the good life
$129.99 and all you ever wanted delivered to your door in a box
Shipping and handling included
The man in the commercial had a big smile on
And a golden retriever by his side
Were sitting under palm trees
Smoking cigars...
Who doesn't want a cigar smoking golden retriever?
So I called up the toll free number and demanded a good life...
One week later the box came in the mail
"There's no way a golden retriever could fit in there"
I thought to myself
"Not even a puppy retriever
These must be the cigars"
No cigars
Just pills
"Of course" thought I
"Eating these will take me away
To an alternate reality
With palm trees, smiles
And cigar smoking dogs
Duh"
So I ate the pill and closed my eyes
Awaiting lift off
Like I've done so
Many times before
One Mississippi
Two Mississippi
Three, four, five Mississippi...
And you know what happened next?
My **** got hard for hours
That's it
Who's the sick SOB
Who's idea of a good life
Is an unexplainably long
Lasting *****
I alerted the authorities
Called the FDA
They must have the answers...
They just told me to visit the nearest hospital
Everything will be fine...
From that point on
I have been lost inside
And refuse to go outside
I shut my windows
And I lock the door
I can't make sense of it...
Why would I need to visit the docs?
I'm not the one thinking
Long lasting ******
Equals the good life
****** don't make retrievers smoke cigars
I'm not the one with the problem
Am I?
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 11:52 AM UTC
This is for a friend whose Facebook status on the day after the sickest **** case in Delhi 2012 was,
"thank god I'm ugly,
No boy wants to be seen with me,
Men look through me,
I'm invisible,
There's nothing appealing about my body but I'm happy,
I'm not beautiful so thank you god for the freedom you have bestowed upon me,
I WALK FREE"
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Her father: my daughter is the prettiest
Her brother: there's no-one prettier than my princess
Me: its not about the face my friend, animals don't know the difference, we live in the world where even goats and pigs serve as *** slaves + sperms don't seek paradise
She: read between the lines
This is for the high school hotties and plastic beauties who are miles away from the reality,
This is for the teenage wankers and middle aged ****** whose definition of beauty is ****
This is for the poets who use pulchritudinous for a woman's body and immaculate for her skin
This is for the ad agencies who try to convince us that being not fair is being ugly
This is for the authors of bed time stories where ugly characters don't get a kiss from the prince charming
This is for the walking x-ray machines who don't know my friend but know what the size of her ******* is
This is for Facebook cuties and instagram ducklings tormenting my friend with their selfies
This is for the movie industries that keep telling my friend that she'll remain a sidekick
This is for the daily soaps selling stories of moms who do not exist
This is for the celebrities,
Lost in the labyrinth of self obsession
Who cannot face themselves without their masks on
They will never find their way out of it
This is for the bullies who never spared her a peaceful stroll
This is for the organizers of the beauty pageant never held for the soul
My friend was lost in the immense chasm of despair
Scars on her wrists screamed how much she hated herself
Bloodshot eyes sang tales of her sleepless nights
But, she gave birth to her new self everytime she failed to die
Like, three failed suicide attempts made her fall in love with herself
These days, she holds her breath for seconds just to make herself believe that her life is not worthless
This is for the world holding onto fleeting beauty and letting go of everything worth grasping
MY Friend Is Beautiful
Her beauty does not give pleasure to your senses
Nothing pulchritudinous and not immaculate
Its something intangible, something only visible to a good soul- something that will never fade- something real
My friend is beautiful
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 8:50 AM UTC
she gave her baby sister
a bag of condoms
then took her by the river
to make rent before Lent
rats, tramps and pimps traded leads
on the ****** exchange
to fat cats with cheese
on the BIG BOATS
they came to the island once a year
in February
with blond bushy beards, ******
and beer bellies,
and a perverse preference for
pubescent pleasure
armed with Lust, Sweat and Disease
they threw the bag
over her pleas
into the raging sea
and between the rip of thongs
and licking tongues
and knees stretched from east to west,
her screams and dreams fizzled
south,
stifled on the ****** exchange
and the shame and stains remain
like a sordid refrain...
and the shame and stains remain
like a sordid refrain....
and she will forever be named:
the ***** by the river...
~ P
(6/17/2013)
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 3:18 PM UTC
My
Tough
Smart
Funny
*****
Fertility Flesh
My favorite
I have her
&
She has my devotion
******
Hard laughs
A bit of degradation
And a heap of elevation
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 9:25 AM UTC
I swear, I'm allergic to
emotion.
Thumper from Bambi challenged me to a contest,
to see whose thump was the greatest, loudest, most passionate.
My heart won.
The hills that form on my legs whenever your fingers grace upon it's surface.
Let's call them...
...lady skin ******
I wanted to plunge in the river just to **** you off,
just for you to look at me and scold me for being stupid.
...you're cute when you're mad.
You hop along side bunnies on the grassy pieces of our home,
I hope to hop along side you shaking my bunny tail.
I hope that one day,
you get to meet a tiger and play with it's tail.
Have it curdle your face and watch your lips curls at their edges
Let's go on an adventure to the edge of the world..
....you did say we'd go on a trip together.
I've only written of tales of heartbreak
Never tales of what happens before
You need to stop making my lips curl at their edges.
Don't you know I'm severely, highly allergic
to emotion?
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 3:01 AM UTC
while being a man eater
she preferred
to be eaten
like a ***** bride for a vampyre
cleanse us from all unrighteousness
she liked her ****
bruised as beaten apples
with scorched *******
perforated with the needles
still glimmering in her areolas
oozing small rivulets of blood
as if alters to a weird mythic Jesus
do unto others
she spread her haunches wide
and knelt in supplication
her **** and glistening **** presented
for the scythe and whipping slick ******
let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace
she imagined
her body like a dirigible
exploding in mid air
her hands caressed her lush *****
with rabid fingers
like a woodpecker on amphetamines
girding an unlocked cage
of wet smeared lips
for this is my blood of the covenant
her **** drooled
as if a thousand baby tongues
dripped for a teasing tickling blade
knotty hung ***** and sagging *****
on the way to a glorious ascension
hard is the path to God
her life more dissolute
than *** **** videos
a rich lady languishing
with a growling animal inside her
and gold enough for life
but not too rich to bleed
extravagant tears of flaming petals
while licking devils *****
and being eaten and ******
from **** hole to gut
in a bottomless rusty bathtub
by a pantheon of fiends
*come now, let us reason together, shes a horney *****
in her own rem noir dark city
of obsidian dreams
she woke up happy as a jitterbug
and full of grace
her cunty fingers tasted extra ******
and slippery as melted butter
beware
watch out for the boiling red eye
and the hillbilly keep out sign
Jul 25, 2021
Jul 25, 2021 at 12:45 PM UTC
There's aplenty o ****** in Bangkok
at least, that's the scuttlebutt, and talks
perusing, the lady's ****
on the corner they flash
a ***** with no cash, can getup, but walks
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 10:50 AM UTC
Words. Typical poems. All the same. But this one?
This one's different.
Why you might ask?
You tell me.
Does it make your hair stand on end? No
Does it make you wonder about right or wrong? nope
Will you wake up in the middle of the night wondering about it?
Maybe....
Because I am you.
We seek eloquent truths bottled in used ****** prescriptions
but we're all only limp ****** laying on the side of the road covered in mud.
ART
Apr 26, 2022
Apr 26, 2022 at 2:13 PM UTC