"cocksucker" poems
deadwood haiku is
exactly what the **** it
sounds like, **********
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 6:35 PM UTC
you ain't right, Jimmy
lyin' causes cat **** smell
thievin' **********
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 5:54 PM UTC
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.
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 12:33 AM UTC
florence nightingale,
she is a nurse; joanie stubbs
is a **********
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 2:17 AM UTC
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
Nov 20, 2010
Nov 20, 2010 at 5:34 AM UTC
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.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 3:33 PM UTC
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
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 3:58 PM UTC
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 **********
Jul 22, 2012
Jul 22, 2012 at 9:50 AM UTC
i'd punch that fuckin'
cocksucker's ***** before I'd
cup 'em for comfort
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 5:56 PM UTC
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.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 10:05 PM UTC
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.
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 1:04 AM UTC
**********
whitman,
was that not his name?
his poetry
was only good
because the language
was more beautiful
back then.
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 8:09 AM UTC
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
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
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 1:06 AM UTC
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
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 6:48 PM UTC
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
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 2:03 PM UTC
*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*
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 6:36 PM UTC
i stand before you
today beholden to no
human **********
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 1:15 PM UTC
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!
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 1:42 AM UTC
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
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 10:15 PM UTC
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.
Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 9:26 AM UTC
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
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 5:09 PM UTC