"dipshit" poems
I am in such a **** mood,
the mountains have no meaning.
Big ******* rocks.
**** you, dad.
**** you, Fox News.
**** you, Indiana.
None of you *******
know what irony is.
Google that ****
Jesus Christ.
There are yellow streams--
that's poetic ****
There are ruby stained sheets--
that's blood, obviously,
and, I dunno,
maybe somebody died on a bed?
Everyone can **** my ****
To be or not to be,
that is the
shut the **** up.
Rapists are disgusting people.
They aren't people.
******* idiots.
Romanticizing everything
you wish you had
because
suicide, mental illness,
and eating disorders
make you cool,
riiiigghhhttt?
**** you.
If you do this,
you aren't interesting.
You're just you.
Get used to it.
There are people
that go through
these issues
and they don't think
it's ******* rad,
*******
I hate 75% of the south.
The south will rise again?
Get the **** out of here.
Stalin was a ****
Most writers are *****
Most of them ****
I don't care.
For the love of "God",
if I read one more poem
about what poetry is
or how to define a poet,
I'll slam my head against
a ************* knife.
Some people are so dumb.
Most ******* people.
******* pseudo-knowledge.
Armchair philosophers.
If you guys wanted
to **** yourself,
you could jump
from your ego
to your IQ.
Something, something, imagery.
Metaphor.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 1:18 AM UTC
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*You make yourself easy to be seen..
by someone like me.
The only thing I would think you would find
as surprising
Is why it has taken this long
for a beautiful Thoroughbred in Spirit
such as you
to finally be seen
for exactly who it is that you are
Free from assessment or judgement,
I would venture so far to say
that the greater central part
of who it is that you are,
is (sadly so) tremendously lonely.
Again, not a judgement at all,
but an assessment of life in general.
A lover like me would be perfect,
but I am (as you could guess)
spiritually volatile in how deeply I push--
..Even within the normal give and take
of everyday things. Sometimes even
one well placed word can bring one
off-center and into (and towards)
an even deeper part of their own journey.
Most gorgeously-luscious
Thoroughbreds such as yourself
usually pick less 'challenging' partners
in order to have a somewhat more
'stable' home life..
..But sadly with that also, develops
a relationship where the deeper,
more exctasy-based and driven
parts of you
are left with no choice
but to become, dormant..
in order to protect the 'beautiful-luscious'
within you from slipping into despair
--Until one day,
what you have been avoiding
(longing for) most,
shows his ******* unorthodoxically-untethered,
brazen attitude (and perfectly clear eyesight)
and suddenly you become seen.
There is absolutely no way
with some one like me that you..
(within all of your Wondreous,
Deep-feeling Glory)
would not eventually be seen.
I urge you to take every single
part of it all, in..
(the very thing you were "built" to do)..
Even if in doing so, you were almost
continually brought right up to
(and so very often, "over") the edge
Gifted fingers, helping the body find
its own form of release,
when the pressings of Spirit, mixed
with the deeply-Penetrating View that
Love carries within every single part
of itself..
..Those gracious fingers are not 'up to no good'..
but instead..
(by the very Deeply-Understanding
nature of Love itself)..
both they.. and the whole
beautiful process of Release..
is deemed, Holy.
The physical human body becomes
pushed way too far within its limited
ability to contain, the Wholly
uncontainable Ectsatic Pulsings
of Love's true Agenda.
Perfection knows that and says
(so do I)..
"How could she not?"
Be gracious to yourself, girl.
You have wanted to live
within the Beautiful Realms,
worthy of your calling.*
Welcome Home ❤
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Aug 17, 2023
Aug 17, 2023 at 12:59 PM UTC
Another haunt is arriving, feverishly fast tonight.
Somehow I managed to delay the feeling, briefly,
as it usually takes the manageable Subway and begins to fester around high noon, but today I skipped lunch,
and the feeling didn't go underground for her mode of transport.
"Maybe I hit the lotto?", I secretly questioned,
and the haunt would forget her requiem, passing over me
like those lucky "Kennedy Husbands" during the sixties' draft.
But I was getting divorced while all the other couples
were on a faster track heading in the opposite direction.
Tonight the haunt is traveling 248 mph,
on the Fùxīng ** bullet train from Beijing to Shanghai, en route to Vietnam.
The conductor yelled, "All Aboard."
and as if that period denoted a punctual mark,
everyone manically crammed into the narrow vehicle.
The first influx of lovely passengers to board were,
Missus Anxiety, Sir Prior Transgressions and Dr. Heartache.
Unlike Dr. Feelgood,
They had been waiting in line from the previous night,
like those idiots for last week’s black Friday sale.
Mr. and Mrs. Payments Past Due cut in front of
Bills Esquire and Judge Job Insecurity,
for the Belmont Superfecta win, I guessed the right horses, just didn’t box my bet.
Congressman Careless and Deputy ******* nearly trampled Senator Surrender on the way through the turnstiles,
while Mayor Moan was flagged by security for groaning
and pulled aside for a pat down and wheelchair inspection.
The Mayor was found to have ******* residue on his sleeve, but legitimate prescriptions for his aches and pains,
so TSA
wheeled him through the crack rocks
Analog veins pump analog blood to my analog heart;
traveling for the journey and not its hasty destination.
My analog heart will eventually be shelved,
as it still salutes the Subway on its journey to my soul,
but like dusting off an old Coen Brothers flick,
my analog heart is still entertaining its vintage tick.
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 9:23 PM UTC
maybe you should find a hobby
before you keep pushing away every
******* good thing in your life.
*******
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 8:15 AM UTC
Ditty dum, ditty doo,
Dozens of dollars disappeared,
Foolishly spent on that dame,
I would have done a dime for,
Had her dumbness died down.
Not a lick of lint in my pocket,
I reflect on our dances in the dark,
Daringly caressing her body to mine,
All of those dimes been daunted,
By my need to woo and wow her.
She had darted the way of the dime,
Out of sight, out of mind, out of spirit,
In the poverty of love and coinage,
I wallow in my woes,
As if I didn’t do this deed to myself,
Doomed from the depths of doting,
Like a ******* dodo.
They say chivalry is dead,
Yet is there nobility in poverty,
When the honest man’s motivation,
Vanishes in the night,
Into some other scrub’s arms?
A dime, a dame,
They’re all the same,
Coming and going,
The flow of cash,
The passing of lovers,
Only to learn,
That life’s one true currency,
Is the endurance of obstacles,
And we all end up bankrupt in the finale.
Dec 10, 2023
Dec 10, 2023 at 12:32 AM UTC
From where did this dark cloud come?
This black fog that has descended upon you
That you breathe in, tainting the air
That clings to you like soot
Seeping inside through the pores of your skin
Where did it come from
And how do you hide it so well?
An actress, for sure
Hating her work
From profane tirades mixing lies with the truth
Delivered loudly, directed at you
Hateful words devoid of the love once expected
Given up, lost to shame, tossed away, another burden
For your bent back
Heavy weights carried with the remnants of dignity that remain
You say you can handle it, you can handle it all
An actress for sure
Hating her work
From where did this black cloud come?
Descending, tainting, clinging, seeping
Breathing
From the force of clenched fists
The changes wrought by violence
A thousand times the ringing sound
A thousand times you kiss the ground
Convinced, almost, that the blows are deserved
The bruises spread, the blackened eyes
Explained away with blatant lies
An actress for sure
Hating her work
From where did this gray cloud come?
How do you hide it so well?
From the hardness of men possessed by lust
Their ******* brains half-full of fantasy
Their money as good as anyone's
Eyes drinking in your mirror's reflection, unfeeling by necessity
Imprisoned forever, trapped in a computer file
Twenty minutes you will never get back, how many more
Given away for an excuse, forfeited for an excuse:
An actress for sure
Hating her work
From where did this gray cloud come?
From where did this dark cloud come?
From where did this black cloud come?
Can it get any darker?
How will Light find you?
A white-robed Deity
Or the barrel of a gun?
Oct 1, 2010
Oct 1, 2010 at 8:13 AM UTC
Sit down for a minute and think.
If there are no more chairs, take a knee.
You're about to get taught a lesson.
Here is a bit of information, for you, from me.
I'm not your wife, your girlfriend, your 'friend'.
If you read what I wrote, and thought of yourself..
Perhaps who you were with might agree...
That you're a *******
A fool.
An illiterate 38 year old 'tool'.
I'm sorry if I remind you of your ex-wife.
Keep your problems to yourself.
I have things to handle in my own life.
The world doesn't revolve around you.
Which, I understand for your gender is a difficult thing to grasp.
So I'll put it this way.
Get off my ******* ***
Let's take a breath and let things get personal.
This is for each of you that messaged me, feeling angry, hurt, or purposeful.
Michael, cut you deep did it?
I'd almost care, but...
I'm guessing you're a ***** since you couldn't even handle a poem.
About someone else's wife, leaving the home.
Don't send me a message again.
I don't care about your emotional ****
Seriously take a long walk off a short bridge and into a vast pit.
Now Lawrence? You're next.
Dumb **** run spell check.
And for Christ sake, learn a little respect.
All I have to say to you is you're not important.
In fact, I found your poetry to be without emotion, robotic and abhorrent.
A tri-fecta of bad which assaults the senses!
Get off the computer, pick up a crayon and learn how to write in full sentences.
Amanda... now you know there is a reason I was saving you for last!
I'm surprised your feet touch the ground with that stick so far up your ***
Why would I have spent four years of my life? Wasted on a ********
None of your business, ***** hole.
Maybe you should stop asking questions and go find a soul.
I'm sure you'll learn your lessons soon enough.
But ******* contact me again, and **** will get rough.
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 12:52 PM UTC
Dude, stop looking at her like that
Stop looking at her like what?
Like you wanna get in there
Fine, how's that?
A rather interesting ceiling you got there
How the **** did someone get gum on the roof?
You know it's Grove right?
Oh yeah, I forgot. ******* high-schools
She's talking to you, *******
*Oh **** sorry*
"You are weird, you know?"
"Why's that?"
"Talking to yourself like that"
"Eh, tell me something I don't know"
Hey, just joined the party late. What's up?
Just telling Conor he shouldn't stare at girls
*Hey, shut the **** up, she's alright*
She's also taken, fucko
I'm aware, doesn't mean I'm not allowed to admire
I agree
Course you do, you're a ******* **** too
Am not
*Shut the **** up guys, trying to study here*
"So, what did I miss?"
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 7:45 AM UTC
7 cups of coffee, never been so tired.
7 hours 'til the weekend
I'm a garbage human.
Crawling on my belly through the ******* bars.
Kick a couple empty cups and join the trashcan stars.
Monday morning, can't believe still at a job like this,
I'm a ******* nematode behind a ******* desk.
Got a mouth full of fangs and a vinegar gut
Got my hands tied up
got an empty wallet.
Empty out my guts on the concrete night,
pour the contents of my chest on the headache morning.
Chisel clear sight out of my crusted eyes
just in time to read a bright orange low fuel warning.
**** these stupid weekends and this ******* space.
**** my empty-heart excuses and my dishpit face.
Clean the plate and wipe the slate clean.
Leave this place.
Maybe try and settle down.
One more cup of coffee.
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 11:34 AM UTC
Which has lead me to crush on a LOT of adults. Because they do the following:
Having a good conversation that doesn’t end up in some fight. So it can be having this really hard conversation about death and he won't jump to conclusions. He won't assume I'm suicidal. And he sure as **** won't assume I need to go to the hospital. I love him for that.
Telling me when I’m acting like a ******* Like last night. "Just because something happened between us doesn't mean you get to isolate in your room." Thank you for helping me get my head out of my *** I love you for that.
Sharing a cigarette. I love you for sharing addiction with me. You know addiction, you get addiction, you are an addiction. Man. I love you for it.
Buying me coffee. Meaning, you bring me in a good bag of coffee that actually doesn't need creamer to taste good. I love you for actually having taste.
Giving me compliments or calling me beautiful, even when I don’t have a bra on and look like I well, just woke up. I love you for speaking Spanish to me, because no one is that **** but you are.
Telling me the truth. Like, “hey Dylan, you’re being stupid. Don’t kiss him.”
Sharing interests. Whether it be poetry, or movies. Cats, or jeeps. Even kinds of cigarettes, or coffee drinks.
Telling stories about our past. It can be “hey I used to drink a lot...” or it can be “I was abused as a child”
OR it can be “I was put in the foster care system.”
All of it makes me fall irrevocably in love with you.
Because you somehow become relatable with that experience.
And, at the end of this day, friendship confuses me.
I don’t know where the line is between friends and soulmates.
I just don’t know.
Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 7:26 PM UTC
Today I understand incoherent rage
Learned the loss of my best disposition
With the youtube clip
Of a felt tipped double dipped *******
Spitting ******** about how the government
Is coming to **** him
Pleading please help me by killing them
Empty brained slack jawed hee haw
Huffing the exhaust fumes from some
Sixteen mile a gallon extended cab
Four-wheel drive ford truck
Chubby face running of with
Nineteen twenties style militia hate
Red neck panting and paranoid
Rallying others to his cause
With sloppy sentiments and stupid slurs
No information or reason
From this white entitled flat earth creationist
Spewing patriotism and treason
In the same stank skoal scented breath
Afraid of the Muslims, Communists,
Socialist, and Intellectual atheist
Won’t wait to debate with facts
Cause facts are what he lacks
Just rash reactions with explosive violence
Beating up protesters to the point of silence
Reality ******* in favor of
Slow pre-used slogans with no clarity
I am getting so tired of this
Same old ****
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 7:42 PM UTC
Now is the time for a long term relationship.
I declare my intentions online
Tazmin comes through. She’s just come out of a ten year relationship.
She could be the one.
Okay, she’s just come out of prison after ten years. Caught the boyfriend cheating on her.
Okay Tazmin, get back to you.
Right, Chantelle has split from her long time lover Rosie. She wants to try something new. But i need to get a *** change.
Don’t know if that’s lesbian humour or not.
Message from Candy. Get a life *******
I just know she’s the one. But i’m not lowering myself to that level just yet.
Tina. ******* hate men.
You don’t know me Tina.
You’re a man, that’s enough.
Any sensible women out there.
Madge, I’m 84 looking for a relationship. My last lover died on the job.
Madge. For fucksakes take up knitting.
Listen up you lot, it’s not my problem you can’t keep your men, or women.
Okay maybe shouldn’t have said that.
You ******** Followed by, I’ll stick they knitting needles where the sun don’t shine. I’ll do another ten years for you. Oh, and. ****** tossing *******
What the hell happened to the gentle ***
This was not how I expected things to turn out.
Let's get back to basics
Any of you lot want to go out tonight and get ****** have unprotected *** I’m paying.
Computer’s going nuts now.
I’m in. You’re the man. Why didn’t you just say that the first time.
******* can I bring a friend.
Happy birthday Paul.
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 12:30 PM UTC
What a ******* *******
Thinking he's so high and mighty
Taking the day off just to sit on his ***
Stupid priveledged whitey
Refuses to see the favorable position he's in
Just likes to believe he is lower
To get pity from others and kin
Maybe he's just a **** blower
**** what a *******
Stupid as **** get outta my sight
You're about to get hit
And you know I'm right
Go to hell man
You don't deserve the **** you have
You're so pale, not tan
Not even smooth, no, not suave
I shouldn't have to stare at this dope
He better not get any nearer
I'm thinking of this while putting on soap
and staring into a mirror...
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 12:57 PM UTC
check
check
check again
slide
unlock
refresh
clear the history
pretend I never said that.
Wow I’m stupid I
Maybe I’m not the stupid one, maybe it’s you
*******
With your ridiculous face and squiggly hair
how you make me feel things and draw me in
with interlocking fingers and subtle touches.
I can’t I can’t I can’t
my anger is coming out sweet as honey
too gentle for my vicious state I’m stuck in.
God **** you.
I check every form of social networking
waiting for you to give me a sign
a little wave.
Instead I get a read receipt.
God **** you.
God **** the four months we were glued to each other
by force at first, then by choice.
And now a different scenario and a different she
who is much prettier than me
who I’d really like to see
and tell her how lucky someone is
to look into your eyes, even for one dance.
I know it’s unreasonable of me to have such feelings for someone so opposite.
But really we’re quite the same
looking for something else to blame
for every ounce of pain you make me feel
and you think that I’m lame.
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 9:17 AM UTC
Let's write a piece together
I'll use my dreams for the drama
I'll use my nightmares for the fear(excited tone)
Yeah and I'll use my tears for the plot (fearful voice)
Yes great idea. Your a genius(dreamy tone)
Really? (Hesitant)
(They love each other)
*no ******* I just say random things*(playful sarcastic tone)
Well maybe. .. I thought we could use your heart for the beauty(hesitant yet excited)
my heart is ugly
Your eyes are ugly if they cannot see your heart's beauty (playful tone)
(Tear in eye)maybe I could use yourheart to fix mine
Only if you'll fix mine
(They love each other)
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 4:20 PM UTC
Begrudging little the ******* quandary
Half sarcastically summarize life the universe and everything
Sitting agape verily mystified observe ample analysis
Bomb shell brain and as a note poise and grace
Single? no, abusive BF at home
No not at home here, prepares fist to throw
Not for me but for her? slap NO!!!! COME TALK WITH ME BRO!!!!
This is none of your business.
"Then you may be confused by this" I say wile placing his face into my fist
"Why would you do that!!! " she screamed
Because he slapped you in broad daylight for having drinks with me.
"Hes unconscious!!!" she cry's as she runs to his side
Women confuse me I'm not gonna lie.......
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 9:36 AM UTC
'tween dipthong and *******
from ******* to *******
it seems coherent
which do you use to wipe
left or right
hand
I wash between so it don't matter
but, some people
eat right and wipe left,
it's more the sounds of a word
that tick, than meanings
sometimes
I've a cololrful example somewhere
buried between the coyest sounds
out in a field.
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 4:32 PM UTC
I need a Bleh Book
Somewhere to dump the random cacaphony of **** ricocheting against
the thinning vault of my skull like a prison yard handball
Nowhere to go but in perpetual motion nonetheless
Drolly counting a cadence without the revelry of enlightenment or the hope of release
What should be pearls of wisdom precipitously condensed by the weight of time within an elegant carapace formed under the irradescent glow of a witches moon are just chili seeds gathering dust
in an old septic tank rusting under a dimming streetlight in an Albuquerque back alley
Hard kernel remnants of rellenos long since evacuated
Maybe this is it
My book
So
Bleh *************
You
are
welcome
Jul 2, 2021
Jul 2, 2021 at 8:36 AM UTC