"bullcrap" poems
Some say it's only love if it never goes away,
Some say love changes by the hour, by the day.
Some say love's only real if it's shared,
Some say unrequited love is everywhere.
You all don't know what's fake and what's real.
You all don't know how Romeo and Juliet feel.
It is time for the self righteous bullcrap to be over.
Let's put love back in the hands of the lover.
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 10:55 PM UTC
mother.-
"why can you spend so much time
writing all this sappy bullcrap
but cannot study hard
to get good
grades?"
math teacher, senior high school.-
"why do you write such good poetry
but **** so bad
at math?"
acquantainces/maybe friends, anygradeinanyschool.-
"hey
your poetry sounds pretty good
i just
don't understand
what you are trying
to say."
writing instructor, free elective course, college.-
"your poetry is really good
for someone whose first language is
not english."
lover.-
"you are good at writing poetry,
but besides that,
you just seem clueless
almost
dumb
most of the time
you cannot hear
what i say
nor can you understand
much of it.
it seems like
you are lost
in your own world,
have conversation with me
in your head."
i want to blame all these people
for making me think
i must be really good
at poetry
for i hardly am
in anything else
that actually
matters.
Feb 18, 2011
Feb 18, 2011 at 2:59 PM UTC
Emptied out the suitcase of my thoughts
I'm kinda tired of lugging them around
Searching for a place to just feel sore
Without some ******* telling me
To flip my smile around
If I could? Don't you think I would?
If I could just blank out the bullcrap of today
If I could? You bet I would.
Funnily ******* enough, things don't quite work that way.
Wiping away the scratchmarks of the day
With the antiseptic wipe of yet another pill
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 11:54 AM UTC
Dancing, glittering, sparkling,
Sun beams bounce and sear,
Penetrate me, blind me,
The jingle jangle of your mind melts mine
Encapsulated in amber
A forever frozen still, polaroid
Preserving our adventure
Love life
Every days a gift
Unrap, let go wander and ponder
We break the mould and slime and grime
Fight through norm to perfume ourselves in essence of unique splendor
No-one's like us try, try and you'll never find a pair
So exhausted my mind bends, malleable as china
I crack
We fall break shatter
My broken splintered merry frozen mind.
Nov 25, 2010
Nov 25, 2010 at 9:01 AM UTC
you're sitting so far away
telling me this and that
and I don't know what's true
and what's not
new or old ?
is there really someone new
did you really do this to go and do that
because darling if what I hear
is really true
then home has its doors closed for you
you tell me not to fck with you
and believe what I already know
that in the end its always me & you
but I really don't know anything anymore
and you aren't helping with your
mixed vibes
I've always known for a fact
that its you & me when all this is over
because I know what it feels like
to have found your soulmate
but is all this "new" talk really true
or is it more of your poetic bullcrap
and trust me I'm into neither
but I'd rather have a bitter pill
of truth and death
than one of life and fantasy
all I'm saying is
I'm no 3rd and 5th choice
no half-assed promise
no sugar coated lie
and you know me
and you know what I'm saying
even when I'm not saying it
because I don't got a this or a that
for me
its either this or its that
so stop with your mixed vibes
and tell me what is it
new or old?
and is it really true
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 1:45 PM UTC
I just found out from a good friend that miss jc Stole and reposted mine own poem dwindling on her page making people think its her poem.. . to you Mrs Jc... And other people who come on this site to make us miserable, I don't hate you.. Actually I feel sorry for you and believe more than ever you need God in your life and for someone to care for you.. sad thing is.. Good people left like me don't hate you nor am I mad at you... I know you have some good down in that soul... So please on mine behalf and others stop copying poems from me and from others and stop acting like a nitwit on a page for people to express their souls and hearts.. People already have bad enough days.. Like alot on here just as you have bad enough day.. How about everyone on here copies your work and posts it as theirs???? Huh jc? What than?
Or what if we constantly cut you down daily when noone did before and now from your childish bullcrap you've brought this on you... Like the others who have done that here.... Soo I'm not mad at you again nor do I hate you.... I forgive all and love all beings.. I pray you find your inner peace and God and true love and stop messing with others true love and poems and their own selves..... . your broken.. Angry at yourself God and the world... And you decide to take your anger and pain out in others. Well guess what? Not me JC!!!!! Not me.. I'm forgiving.. But unlike alot I will draw you out...not from rage or anger but to show you people are trying to helpppppppppp youuuuuuuuu!!!! Why? You ask because they have good souls??? Now where is that good soul I know you have in you Mrs Jc? Huh where is it.... Stop covering yourself with a mask and for once except others help... Though you don't feel love... From a being to another being who cares for your well-being.. Because you are soo unhappy it will lead you down to more major damage to your self. Others and more God...... Can't you see people in HP love you.??? And you wanna lose the privilege of people trying to help you? What then when people stop trying to help? You'll lose yourself... Which I can see you are losing self now.... Again not mad don't hate you. But except our love and trying to help you instead of you harming us . thank you
Brandon cory NAGLEY!!!!
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 7:04 PM UTC
Snapped out this morning from this languorous phase of time,
The grande-sized aftershock of loving too much.
When I cannot seem to make words perfectly rhymed,
My knuckles crackled as reminiscion went back to your touch.
Regret and remorse are on the same page today
As I lament the loss of the would and should be
Dear, would the script at the end be always sorry?
Or I just made cowardice and insecurity a part of me?
I talk bullcrap again and again with no gain.
Using words that makes you boggle in vain again.
I’d make haste and tell you my story
Just listen a while for I wont and I don’t want to tarry.
Well, I met this gal on a drab gloomy room on a tuesday.
I was taken aback for she came in vamoose-like doomsday.
You ever experienced this, when your sight crops to 4 by 3?
Background blurs and she’s completely all you see.
I could’ve went to her straight and say hey lady, I could’ve.
But I was held in my seat for bravery did I not inherit.
Numbers flew by and still I’m far from ready,
That until this day, I still don’t know what to say.
The days I’m with her, I’m only half alive.
Every word I say to her are either true or guarded.
How can I compliment as a friend and appreciate as a lover behind a wall that's 12-inched?
How can I hold her hand as a friend while my insides are turning-twisted?
I’ve wronged her seven shades of Sunday,
And I’ve been pained 32 shades of **** day.
Is the universe unfair to me for being ****** to not love her throughout?
Or not fair to her for this love of mine she has missed out?
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 3:54 AM UTC
fans of apathy-monsters-winter heart-bound-trail of broken tears-i remember
There's no "go team" for fans of apathy
that stadium lacks capacity
casual acts of random vanity
man has relaxed, average atrophy
sadness lasts longer than catastrophe
forced to face the facts of tragedy
who cares what is and what has to be
our lacking will lead to our agony
monsters
The monster is never fed
something is missing in our heads
i sit upon the dust
and i walk through the cobwebs
there's an error in my dreams
nothing is ever how it seems
I realize that I'm awake
and no one hears my screams
there's a world that doesn't care
as long as it's happening over there
I sit upon the glass
and walk up broken stairs
the monster is never bled
feasting on the blood it sheds
I sit upon the rust
and walk on river beds
trail of broken tears
Whispering water of tumbling creek
braving blue ridge mountain steeps
wet feet walking on a Cherokee trail
Tom Tom, drum beat, tribal wail
forlorn flashbacks under foot
hopeless harrow, horse and hoof
savage sorrow of suffering souls
war swept wasteland, walking coals
I remember
I remember when we smoked together
rolling in a haze of pleasure
endless dreams, without measure
I wish it were like that forever
it was such a care-free feeling
knowing that you were always willing
so high, we were on the ceiling
the magic of a plant so healing
we weren't young, but we played the part
taking adventures in the dark
girl, you really left your mark
you'll live forever in my heart
bound
I found the key that opens the door
to what is to be and what is being for
bound to see a hopeless open sore
I'll never be free from seeing more
I saw the light that shines so dim
onto the monster that lives within
bound by visions of who, what, and when
I'll never be free to be happy again
I found the path that leads the way
to where tomorrow meets with yesterday
bound to see the black through the grey
I'll never be free from thoughts gone astray
winter heart
Goodbye to the summer sun
light has played the biggest part
its ok, what's done is done
I am ready for an autumn start
hello to an autumn chill
discolored leaves fall apart
its ok, what was is still
as cold as my winter heart
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 7:28 PM UTC
statues standing attracting, what of pose? what of character? what of beauty?
why of symmetry? that is the most perplexing, to fathom symmetry, to be able to understand it, draw it, how come? Why doe things seem to work out so perfect? I wish I understood it better
Darwin says this this this this this
so did jesus that that that that
bullcrap
signed
muskrat
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 5:16 PM UTC
I've been thinking about this situation and I really want to properly type this. sorta. I am beyond grateful for your existence and you being here on earth. it means so much and it made a whole lot of difference in my life which makes my heart jump. I've been thinking about my recovery and how you've stayed and supported my health. It's not serious, I know. It may not be the best time, and it mustn't have been easy for you to handle silly situations and to tolerate this bullcrap. It absolutely wasn't the smoothest relationships we had and it was wrecking everything at that time. im so thankful for you and how much you've made me feel me and see the God that loves me again. surrounding myself with people like you guys make me feel lighter despite the downs in between. your existence encourages me to express myself in many forms and it gets better every time; just not on my own. I don't remember if I was expressive or not as a person but I feel like you need to know how you've helped. thank you.
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 5:00 AM UTC
Fiddlesticks,
I want her lips!!!
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 11:09 PM UTC
Sometimes when I wake,
why does life feel so fake...
Why is the girl I love,
as mean as a snake....
Where are those words of kindness...
Which have been replaced with hate..
Why has making love,
been replaced with a kick to the head...
Why has laying in bed together laughing,
to her she procrastinate
Go ask Jake the snake
For Pete sake
For a keepsake
Steal from Peter and Paul and Jake
Jake the snake fish rate
Tate on tape and faith
Now men ******* over me **********
Even club tax and DJ
I am a single princess at stake
Seeing through ******** slate
Now we in a bullcrap state
The toll bridge is golden gate
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 9:06 AM UTC