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"cocksucker" poems
deadwood haiku is exactly what the **** it sounds like, **********
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May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 6:35 PM UTC
what is "deadwood haiku"?
you ain't right, Jimmy lyin' causes cat **** smell thievin' **********
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Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 5:54 PM UTC
cat **** smell
Do I have any talent in poetry? Can I write a good series of monometers? Let’s See They’re **** Are those even monometers? How the hell should I know? Maybe I can write a decent enjambment Let it flow with no punctuation Let it soar with no interruption whatsoever Let it flow let it flow let it flow Ah **** it! Flowing is for sissies! Let’s punctuate this bastard! Let’s add lots of **** to this! Maybe, perhaps, supposedly! All these worthless pathetic lines! These are the things That people may love These are the things That people may define as talent This **** I made They may say I made from my talent But to me It is a massive piece of crap Let’s add more **** to this! Let’s add themes! Love, darkness, hatred, abuse! I’m sorry I left you baby, please come back! It feels so black in this cruel horrid world! **** you! Cocksucker! Bitch! **** I hate you! Hit me again! Hit me again you ****** These are the things That people may love These are the things That people may define as talent This **** I made They may say I made from my talent But to me It is a massive piece of crap If that isn’t talent then what is You may ask I answer this with a laugh Poetry takes no talent You silly fool It is a simple sharing of heart and soul Why lower it to a talent It’s demeaning It’s sickening It makes me want to ***** Close your eyes Let it take you in Love it Hate it Praise it **** it Cleanse it Vulgarize it Whatever you like If you ever want to be A talented poet Then don’t take my advice Use structure Use themes Make your voice easily heard But at the same time silent These words That people may love These are the things That people may define as talent This **** I made They may say I made from my talent But to me It is a massive piece of crap And really doesn't need talent.
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Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 12:33 AM UTC
Talent
Do I have any talent in poetry? Can I write a good series of monometers? Let’s See They’re **** Are those even monometers? How the hell should I know? Maybe I can write a decent enjambment Let it flow with no punctuation Let it soar with no interruption whatsoever Let it flow let it flow let it flow Ah **** it! Flowing is for sissies! Let’s punctuate this bastard! Let’s add lots of **** to this! Maybe, perhaps, supposedly! All these worthless pathetic lines! These are the things That people may love These are the things That people may define as talent This **** I made They may say I made from my talent But to me It is a massive piece of crap Let’s add more **** to this! Let’s add themes! Love, darkness, hatred, abuse! I’m sorry I left you baby, please come back! It feels so black in this cruel horrid world! **** you! Cocksucker! Bitch! **** I hate you! Hit me again! Hit me again you ****** These are the things That people may love These are the things That people may define as talent This **** I made They may say I made from my talent But to me It is a massive piece of crap If that isn’t talent then what is You may ask I answer this with a laugh Poetry takes no talent You silly fool It is a simple sharing of heart and soul Why lower it to a talent It’s demeaning It’s sickening It makes me want to ***** Close your eyes Let it take you in Love it Hate it Praise it **** it Cleanse it Vulgarize it Whatever you like If you ever want to be A talented poet Then don’t take my advice Use structure Use themes Make your voice easily heard But at the same time silent These words That people may love These are the things That people may define as talent This **** I made They may say I made from my talent But to me It is a massive piece of crap And really doesn't need talent.
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florence nightingale, she is a nurse; joanie stubbs is a **********
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May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 2:17 AM UTC
florence nightingale, joanie stubbs
who the **** are you to become the judge and jury on a lesbian relationship on you i unleash my fury who the **** are you to tell me my place did i ever ******* ask you to sit upon my face who the **** are you to sit and criticise on what gender i let enter my silken open thighs who the **** are you a twisted lonely ****** who gives a **** or a toss because im no ********** are you just jealous cos im loved and youre not you sit upon your golden throne a stale **** full of rot who the **** would **** you with an attitude sick as that in my humble opinion youre a nosy ******* **** so now do one you low life piece of **** your dad is ****** in the sack id rather **** ya mum
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Nov 20, 2010
Nov 20, 2010 at 5:34 AM UTC
who the **** are you
I tried telling her Of my life's wisdom and notions of fetters. She relayed to me Visions of nothing less than ecstasy. I bemoaned where I went wrong She said I'd been ******* a loser **** She seemed so happy I shrugged and agreed If they weren't ******* me I must be ******* them. I lost track of that ***** But words register a score And the more I seem to **** The more I seem to score. It's a cocksucker's life Even if you just do it with your wife She gets her way Day after day Until you may decide Just to chop it. Emasculation redirects Power to new ducts And the hammer rises And the hammer falls.
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Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 3:33 PM UTC
She Laughs
Call me queer, call me ********** But is my ****** life really that important to you? I don't call you cunt-cuffin, ***** eater, nor hetero freak So why must I be insulted for my *** life while you remain unscathed? Call me ****** all you want, But let's be honest, my life isn't easy But I'm still here My heart still beats I'm still strong Call me fairy to your little heart's content But answer me this, could your heart bare the abuse of every kind  for almost a decade? Could your "holy" self withstand standing alone in the dark without so much as a friend? I'm a "sinner" and I've withstood all those horrors and still came out strong Call me a disgrace, an abomination, a freak But answer this you pretentious ******* Who's the one cursing people, condemning, hating, discriminating them for being nothing more than who they are? That's right, you, not me So think again, who's your god going to punish? People who have done nothing wrong but be themselves? Or the ignorant fools who think they are God and condemn others? Call me ****** call me queer I know who I am, and it's someone strong Call me ********** call me fairy I'm the one who will survive Call me all you want, It won't change who I am
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Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 3:58 PM UTC
Call Me
Empty glasses sit like soldiers at attention. 8 wide, 10 thick; ranks for drunks. The business of boredom beats the barmaids and patrons into service, or subservience. We are watched over by flickering eyes which could stop staring at any moment. Loneliness is a half-pint. I'm glad my glass is full. I'm glad the barmaid wears checks on her stockings. I'm glad the barmaid reads. I'm glad the economy is ****** so economists have something to make them feel interesting. I'm glad the lesbians found feminism; instead of Jesus. I'm glad for the sad eyed, gray haired drunks that live off Marlboro Red's and dream-fumes. I'm glad the roof is stained with memories: postcards sketches photographs an old box of pills. And I love you because you're a **********
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Jul 22, 2012
Jul 22, 2012 at 9:50 AM UTC
Spleen
i'd punch that fuckin' cocksucker's ***** before I'd cup 'em for comfort
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May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 5:56 PM UTC
cup 'em for comfort
As I was calling things you that weren't that hurtful such as ******* and dick, I had realized I had used those far too often and had resorted to a plain **** you". I needed a new angle on the aspect of insults within boundaries. While my need to make you feel inferior raged on I look in the thesaurus to find alternatives to the words I have already used. Of course they didn't have ******* or **** with a list of synonyms. So I decided to look at plain "mean", as I was looking at the synynoms nothing really described what I wanted to put in your brain that you already knew. I glanced over at the antynoms and they were "compassionate, kind, nice, noble, sympathetic" An antynom to mean was sympathic An antynom to mean is sympathetic Sym pathetic Sym. Pathetic. You are pathetic with your words to show compassion, kindness, niceness, and nobleness to me. ME. You are not a piece of **** or a ********** a deadbeat or a waste of space, immature or childish, selfish or conceded. You in fact lack the ability to be sympathetic towards me, not totally apathetic. But just unsympathetic to **** me the **** off. And you do it so well.
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Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 10:05 PM UTC
Thesaurus
Its rare that I hear the words truly express things that seem so truly indescribable. How am I to describe? How am I to relay such thoughts to men? It's impossible to imagine the dark from the suns point of view It would take true pride and blistering ignorance to see oneself in such collosal and lonely shoes. the first wind chill spells geese in the sky and the squacking made me think of you so i took out my old 30 aught 6 and fired away they said the stuffing was bad but that the rest was perfect and i think about the sky blue but for an instant splattered red during some southern migration good god himself was once a paradox I'm sure something that has existed forever must be bored by now worthless ********** that he is Does heaven really sound that good? i want debauchery and drunken laughter and want my heaven to run red with immortal blood testing the limits of new found power i want to be able to keep things strait what am i talking about again? wait with who? do i know you? can i kiss you? are you as drunk as i am? Am i drunk? no no I'm not **** a dog a family insult by any standard handed down through generations of the worthless *********** in my family *********** too but then again they weren't do *********** get to go to Cornell? yes yes they do I am lost or confused do you have a map? i need a choreographer Google maps hasn't made it here yet that sky is still blue the geese blood fell to earth good gravity cute gravity why does gravity get its own laws? spoiled ******* How does this end? wouldn't everyone like to know wouldn't we all like to get our one on one with some benevolent ****** in the skies **** him i would in my one on one its a power trip thing for me I'm not gay where was i going? not here. not ******* god. I hope gods a woman. Impossible a woman couldn't **** things up this bad unless her period was in proportion to eternity. Men have drunken periods induced by testosterone flushed brains We are ruthless, and indolent. I miss the sun and beaches covered in drunkenness and freedom I'm missing something right reason who? ****** Well at least I got that over with.
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Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 1:04 AM UTC
Incoherent Thoughts of a Half Awake Mind
Its rare that I hear the words truly express things that seem so truly indescribable. How am I to describe? How am I to relay such thoughts to men? It's impossible to imagine the dark from the suns point of view It would take true pride and blistering ignorance to see oneself in such collosal and lonely shoes. the first wind chill spells geese in the sky and the squacking made me think of you so i took out my old 30 aught 6 and fired away they said the stuffing was bad but that the rest was perfect and i think about the sky blue but for an instant splattered red during some southern migration good god himself was once a paradox I'm sure something that has existed forever must be bored by now worthless ********** that he is Does heaven really sound that good? i want debauchery and drunken laughter and want my heaven to run red with immortal blood testing the limits of new found power i want to be able to keep things strait what am i talking about again? wait with who? do i know you? can i kiss you? are you as drunk as i am? Am i drunk? no no I'm not **** a dog a family insult by any standard handed down through generations of the worthless *********** in my family *********** too but then again they weren't do *********** get to go to Cornell? yes yes they do I am lost or confused do you have a map? i need a choreographer Google maps hasn't made it here yet that sky is still blue the geese blood fell to earth good gravity cute gravity why does gravity get its own laws? spoiled ******* How does this end? wouldn't everyone like to know wouldn't we all like to get our one on one with some benevolent ****** in the skies **** him i would in my one on one its a power trip thing for me I'm not gay where was i going? not here. not ******* god. I hope gods a woman. Impossible a woman couldn't **** things up this bad unless her period was in proportion to eternity. Men have drunken periods induced by testosterone flushed brains We are ruthless, and indolent. I miss the sun and beaches covered in drunkenness and freedom I'm missing something right reason who? ****** Well at least I got that over with.
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********** whitman, was that not his name? his poetry was only good because the language was more beautiful back then.
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Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 8:09 AM UTC
leaves of ***
I'm a wave length And you pluck me like a guitar string And the sounds I make you'll never hear anywhere else But expect every up to have a frown Expect every noun I say, to be turned down Put me in a bath, give me my crown My mother never told me to look both ways before I crossed the street She can't stop me now while I cross the road and let myself bleed I told you I couldn't tell you everything And my loyalty to you has surpassed the loyalty I owe to me But at least I left you my seed I'm sorry, but I'm taking my greed with me
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Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 12:51 AM UTC
**********
**** you. You dumb idiot A double negative on my life Does that make you a positive? Someone who was so close to death How far you’ve come Staring across the table from me In your glasses attempting at sophistication You’ll never be as deep as me Although I know you’ll try But I guess that’s why I’m here helping you open up your mind You really are a ********** A ************ of your own demise Making choices down crooked roads and dark paths Someday you’ll free yourself of all your complexities Someday you’ll see the light But for now go **** yourself I enjoy our little fights
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Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 1:06 AM UTC
The simple things
I feel no kinship with gay culture Yet I am a ********** I feel no kinship with the heterosexuals either Yet I lust after unhinged limbs in the dead of night And I look for a concrete self In unobtainable categories That allure and allude me And 300 people have been sentenced to death in Egypt But I'm thinking about where my **** goes And writing poetry about it
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Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 6:48 PM UTC
Untitled
i cannot wait for the older generations to die off and as awful as that sounds im so sick of being consistently judged for who i love or what i believe in and what i do in my free time, being told im going nowhere in life because i failed a math test is not how to go about a future in an art field and i swear if someone who is not an artist tells me or any other artist we will not make it in an art field one more time i will take it upon myself to produce the most beautiful art possible and shove it down every unartistic egotistical cocksucker's throat until every inch of their insides is as colorful as a cubic centimeter of my mind is
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Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 2:03 PM UTC
my parents gave me another college lecture // 2:03 pm
*Celebrity car crash, Diana's obliterated, so sad so sad, and the world goes round Twenty-one years later, and it's no accident The Ryder had killed them poor ******* But we'll get the ********** we'll get the ********** The sidewalk ain't safe, the playground ain't safe, the schools ain't safe, but hey, my home is safe for now I'll eat spaghetti out of a can if I have to, I'll **** in the bucket if I have to, Just to keep my poor *** safe from the loonies Marked safe, I'm listening to static all of the time Living under the rock is cool and calm Until the jackhammer penetrates my skull You're safe, you're not safe, and the world goes round*
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Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 6:36 PM UTC
Ryder
i stand before you today beholden to no human **********
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Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 1:15 PM UTC
beholden
I'll write to you John Wieners you old twisted fruit long dead & drained of brilliance brain inherited from Burroughs you analytical ****** John long gone are the hours you spent in bars in bed in someone's *** like Ginsberg you are the emotional man who ran his fingers through the flesh of frozen moments tenderness exhibited in elegies of departed lovers no dope sunrise sheltered by your words the refuge of poetic gnosis brought from Beats to Black Mountain ********** Moloch men mounting one another thighs apex near sun to receive the final fatal flash of pleasure then descend again to madness like Kerouac you sought the silver honey-milk of bohisattva jazz jive held eternity in a frozen moment and a moment on a page made offerings to the hideous grey gods of machinery and read the neon streetlight hieroglyphics you who busted mind-forg'd manacles of Blake with consonance and assonance and *** of boys born bravely to the ecstasy of final drunkenness & one last cigarette O prisoner of earth and of the body you are risen!
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Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 1:42 AM UTC
Ode to John Wieners
I shut my eyes, I no longer see red I am still unrested, I need you dead **You're the bad apple of my life Just in time to see you choke on your misery The waterfall sends you downwards We are happy now, to see you dead We sleep soundly with the gun under our bed I dream so heavily to shoot you six times You're a worthless ********** you're nickels and dimes My heart is relieved, she says it's all fine** But then I wake up, we both see just red She cries in pain, while I wish you dead
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Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 10:15 PM UTC
Waterfall
spin the table knock the room off its axis children gurgling *** through juice box straws milk teeth burst the confines of adult gums knuckles fly like ****** dice cards are chewed crackers shuffled in the corner hear the ********** pray furious at hosts of gay angels singing his mother enchanted by female flesh wobbling like jelly in the grape bowls she'll be stalking some skirt tonight he's yanking his hair to stop yanking chains the political right rests a hand on her shoulder the girl is happysad at the rain indoors they slosh around and dance to silence she is sadhappy and knows how her father thinks siblings that weren't hers rule family frames free market capitalism shines like a baby it is a balmy november spring nobody is ever hungover aroused or defeated love takes three spins of a screwdriver to trap there is something sweet in the council mail they dangle by the ears from the base of the sofa the ladies are eating cigars to keep warm though they don't need to; it's always sunny in england.
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Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 9:26 AM UTC
different
A woman standing Blissfully selling deceit Sun kissed fully From slender shoulders To well handled feet What she is peddling Is a quick death for you Which Of course Is a crime scene of hope For me A woman laying Down a road of cobbled debt Jobless & unfettered Pain Gracefully understood as necessary Helps to part the clouds & lips Of course the Jameson doesn't hurt In that moment to forget What is said Is set & time That ********** Will tell you I'm the best friend You wish you never met A woman bracing Silhouetted in darkly rash But honest words Naked underneath that kimono Making me speak my promo Branding a man like me Unkempt But well deserved Ad hoc You can take from the candy jar Desire is a form of greed Only make what you can serve A woman thinking Too hard about a man Who in all regard Is selfish A man so allergic to control & escape Particularly shellfish Thinking is the first mistake Dealing with a copy of an original A print out of print Try before you buy You don't want to sell for less A woman beautiful Like the trees in the fall Littering your mind with challenges Blowing down a house made of straw Standing before a man Outlining perfection No need of masculine protection Leaving the scoundrel ***** soaked in awe This is where you belong My dear In the fantasy of it all Because you mean woman Which means too much to me This game we play Is still too close to call
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Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 5:09 PM UTC
what is meant