"douchebag" poems
eat breakfast with your gold spoon
sit in the front seat of your Porsche
arrive at school with your Louis Vuitton bag
make fun of the kid in a wheelchair during break
eat cold lunch and call the lunch lady fat
laugh at the girl with acne on her face
threaten the teacher when she sends you out of class
get picked up in your Porsche
flick off the kid walking home
have friends over and destroy the house
tell your maid to clean it up
eat dinner with your gold fork
admire your sports awards while you brush your teeth
lay in bed and hate yourself
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 1:58 PM UTC
You're thirteen, sorry fourteen this week
You think you know the world, have it figured out
You think you know yourself, without a doubt
Let me tell you some things I learned when I was about your age
I learned how to go from popular ***** to no good freak show
Nothing but an ipod every day at lunch, no friends, no food
I learned that I had addictions that I didn't know even existed
I learned how badly I wanted attention from his hands, his mouth
I learned what it like to be violated in the worse most degrading way
I learned how to get high
I learned that the intentional pain I'd always caused could be
A harnessed tool to cope by
I learned that if I stopped eating altogether no one cared
I learned what it was like to think you loved someone
I learned that I liked girls
I learned what girls could taste like, feel like -- what I could feel like
I learned that I didn't like girls
I learned what it's like to have people spread rumors about you
I learned what it's like to try to drown yourself then feel guilt
Guilt about your little brother who would have no idea why
You little ******* it wasn't long after that the violence between us started
You're big enough, strong enough to do damage on the family pet
I'm the family pet, you think you know but you don't
You've been calling me names for years
But you don't know how true they are
You think you love her -- you don't know love until you're nothing
When you're nothing and this skinny little kid everyone hates saves you
This annoying as hell kid who shows you that
The world isn't as dark as you thought it was
This kid who loves you not for *** not for bragging rights, but because
He sees this skinny little bird who lost her feathers and her wings
And is waiting to die and he thinks she could be beautiful
She thought she knew who she was before but he helped her find it
Soon you'll be fifteen
When I was fifteen I couldn't find my skinny little kid, he'd changed
Not for the worse but away from me
I fell into old habits
And new ones
Deadly ones
I changed back into the addict, not eating, not sleeping, sniffing, watching, cutting, stabbing, nothing
I covered myself in laughter, hysterical and crazy
I became quiet
I fell apart more because of guys, complete ********* guys
Like you're turning out to be
Don't think you know everything, that you're an angel
Because I was ****** up at six because of what they did
You were ****** up at four because of him
Both were accidents, but as you can see in me from six to seven
To nine to eleven
To when I was your age, all that happened was
I got ruined because of the secrets
The ones no one can know
The ones that when crossing paths with the world **** you inside
You can't see that yet
You aren't aware that you're broken
Now you're **** well old enough to
Wake Up
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 12:27 PM UTC
U gave me that leaf, & said u were never gonna leave, Cause we were meant to live, now I have to Outlive & conceive the pain of grieve,
Who are u to tell me when to meditate? Please go your way and don't dictate, I have been born to innovate, Learn from me and don't aggravate,
Why dig into my past just to excavate things and deliberate , Yet you imitate and commentate and say it irritates, Never hesitate to prostate, Cause it elevate and motivates my innovative.
Even if your silences grieve so loud in my ears, I will never freeze, I will always leave, Because I never lived, I am never relief, I can't be pleased, Even when u sneeze. It only aggravates my pain when I eat, Dats the reason I refused to breath.
How can you call me fake When that's what you are, What you are is what I say , What I have seen is what am saying..
Fake, fake, fake, Fake u are like fanta Colorful yet distrustful Great pleasure Hidden smile, Full of Fantasy, deceitful u are.
You said u were my friend, then why stab me twice and expect me to talk once, U have twined &twisted; me, Enough of the Glossy bossy, mischievous in motivation, Malicious in thought,
Why judge when you can settle to be a judge in a jungle Stop been unjustly, & learn to be justifiable,
Now it's time for u to leave , superstitiously I have lived suspicious u have been, Dangerous you have become, Unpredictable you are , You're definitely a ********* You're never my friend
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 7:24 AM UTC
so you tell the entire world
what a great night
we had together
last night
and then you delete it
in the morning
after everyone's already seen it
what the **** is wrong with you
how could you think
i would miss that
or see it
and feel
fine
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 9:46 AM UTC
A toast! let's celebrate!
It's time to commemorate
As I demonstrate
And iterate
********* friends that I'd love to hate
Those ******* ******
With their bags full of tricks
They throw stones and sticks
Like ******* lunatics
They're bullies on steroids
What to expect?
Break my bones, calls me names
With no signs or ounce of respect
**** them
and their memes
**** them
by all means
**** them
those merciless machines
And **** them
in between
So let's toast! let's celebrate!
For this poem that I create
A tribute has been made
To my ********* friends I love to hate
Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 12:06 PM UTC
listening to French pop
"I'll have liked it when it was cool before it get's cool"
sriracha sauce on pesto pizza
"The waiter was right the flavors are very complimentary to the palate."
watching a ****** "me" movie
"wow their color usage in the lighting really shows the Giallo Italian horror influence"
Listening to the Friendly Indians
"My favorite band? They are only popular in Orange County so you've probably not heard of them.... oh you have?"
watching Un Chien Andalou
"tres interessant"
reading Sartre and Nietzsche
"my favorite philosophers man."
my pretention leaking out slowly to reveal I'm just a ********* underneath this finely unkempt exterior.
Is that changing? Well no but i thought you should know anyway.
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 4:06 AM UTC
********* Rabbi crows
I am 'poet laureate'
Internet yawning*
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 12:47 AM UTC
Dear *********
Stop playing with me. I don't know if you do it for amusement or just to be an ******* but I am done playing your game. Makeup you god **** mind because lord knows that I have.
You need to stop it. Stop sending me smile and kissy emojis one day, then ignore me the next.
Or tell me that I’m pretty today… then state I look like trash tomorrow.
I don’t know what your deal is. Maybe it’s that as people we are miles apart.
You are attractive, i’m not.
The video games we play are far from similar.
Maybe it’s because the music we like is so drastically different. And yes, sometimes I get mad at you suicide jokes, but I know that you are a good person.
What really gets me mad though is this back and forth. One day you want to have a full fledged conversation and some days, you can’t even look me in the eye.
I know that I’m weird compared to you. I think puns are a gift from god and you think that my double chin selfies are disgusting, but I thought you could overlook my awkwardness… but I don’t want you to overlook it anymore… i want you to embrace it.
Maybe I’m just overreacting? Maybe to you I’m just a friend, and that’s okay with me, but you have to tell me. Believe it or not, I am not a psychic.
If I am just a friend, then tell me that i am just a friend
If you like me, but you’re also talking to other people then tell me so that I don’t have to shut others out because I’m confused if something is going on between us.
And finally, in the rare case that you actually like me, then for the love of god TELL ME
And if you want nothing to do with me… then tell me. And if you think I can’t handle that… then ***** you.
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 2:05 PM UTC
The fairytale of America
is dead to me
Killed by a ********* in horns
Maybe my veil has simply been lifted
Long has it been so for others
while still others never knew
its comforting shade
A reverence as meaningful now
as that for Santa Claus
Was my faith so brittle so ignorant
Is it still
Seems so
**** I don't know
I need to visit those stones again
let them speak through the cold
They were never silent but
maybe now I won't be deaf to their story
maybe now I'll listen
maybe now
Jan 20, 2021
Jan 20, 2021 at 10:36 AM UTC
it's kind of weird that I fell in love with you actually. you didn't sweep me off my feet or anything like that. you were a rude, self-centered, inconsiderate ********* you made jokes you'll probably spend an eternity burning in hell for. you woke up late and drove recklessly.
but I scares me because we had so much in common. you only cared about me and what people said about you. I would laugh at your hell-worthy jokes. we had the same taste in music, and we both wanted to escape everything around us.
I want to write about our good memories. I sit here and think about them, and when I snap back into reality, my heart aches for you. so I don't think I can write about them right now. maybe one day I'll be strong enough to, but I don't think today is that day.
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 9:57 AM UTC
for a really long time I was just nice to people but they walked all over me
about the time I started loving you I figured that if I could stand up for myself you'd like me
but now I'm an ******* and I
"used to be nice."
but being an ******* is all I can do for people to not walk all over me,
and I only changed because I thought you would like me.
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 11:51 PM UTC
the smell of
burnt toast
and
cigarette smoke
greets me
with an acrid embrace
i
drag my
brain dead carcass
up the long flight
of stairs
fifteen minutes late
for class
open the door
to psych
get kicked in the face
rather inharmoniously
by a large, hairy
eyeball
some blue-toothed
*********
is in my seat
i plop down next to
shareef
instead
turn my desk
into a bed
sleep.
Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 11:05 AM UTC
Heinie Manush Rag
playing the Heinie Manush rag
your piano's out of tune you *********
the rhythm is all wrong
the chorus too long
it's like listening to my grumpy wife nag
dancing is not your thing either
watching you is like inhaling ether
you have two left feet
you can't stay on beat
I'd rather watch leave it to ******
please don't make me hear you sing
you make my ears burn and sting
I don't wanna sound ******
but you're constantly pitchy
maybe you should give monkhood a fling
Gomer LePoet ....
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 7:29 PM UTC
lemme see your heart.
i will make it better.
i cant be the ********* that you subconsciously want
but i will be there for you when you need me.
i would love to love you
because that is what will give me meaning in this ****** up life.
Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 3:02 PM UTC
I have made more mistakes
than I could possibly carry.
My words are pretty
because they're the truth,
and the truth is pain.
And there is pain in
everything with beauty.
I'll remember him
for the way he
was the first to break my faith.
I'll remember him
for the way he shaped my
belief of the little
I am worth to boys.
I'll remember him
for being the first to
break my heart.
I'll remember him
for the way he
broke my soul
in believing
there was still
good guys in the world.
I'll remember him
because he was
the only one that
ended on good terms.
I'll remember him
for being just
another *********
that walked all over me.
The truth is,
I had a part
in ruining everything
that ever starts.
The pain is,
fat
as
ses
are never enough,
right?
And the beauty is,
I'll take everyone of them
wherever I go.
Life lessons to
Trust no one.
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 1:26 AM UTC
I never lost my virginity
At the age of 19
To a boy who promised
That it will not hurt
I never bled
I never bit my lips
I never cried
I never slept with a writer,
Musician, chemist,
An engineer or even a *********
I never tried a pregnancy test kit
I am not scared
Of those two red lines
I never loved my best friend
Or those strangers
Who painfully ripped my body
I love those stains
Of a long forgotten past
Embedded on crumpled sheets
I was never molested
When I was 5 or so
It was just a game
I never cursed that night
I never hated my brother
I want men to crave for me
I never wanted their affection
I don’t want to ******* **** them
On streets in the middle of the night
With cat calls
I am not depressed
I love my scars
I never took ******
Just to sleep at night
Or wept in the middle of nowhere
I am a strong woman
I am not damaged
I ******* hate this life
It’s too beautiful for someone like me
This is not a poem
Of a broken girl
I am okay.
I wanna live.
I am not a liar.
A happy girl
Wrote this
Waiting for her prince charming
To free this damsel in distress
From the tower of anguish
And to live happily ever after
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 3:29 AM UTC
Scribbling, writing, back of the class.
Only thing I pay attention to is your girlfriend’s ***
You say you hate me? I don’t give a ****
8 Women, who stay true, and that isn’t luck.
Either I’m a nice guy, or I’m a *********
Tap you out, throw in your white flag.
Lately, every day is the ********* one ever.
Yet I still play mind games with hoes. Clever.
I’ve got these loyal ladies on lock, forever.
No one likes me? **** that. Whatever.
Inspiration from Hopsin.
Your ***** out there ******* other men.
Call you Daniel. Throw you in the lion’s den.
You stay losing, can’t find a way to win.
Am I a ******
I tend to think so.
I try not to show it though.
Float down the river. Go with the flow.
Caught in the rain.
Strike you dumb. Shot through the brain.
Do you live your life like you want to?
Or do you live it the way society has told you to?
Man this isn’t you.
You are the one for people to go to.
Stop and think. Your true friends are a select few.
She got a wicked smile. Straight beaming.
I’m on my own level. Steady scheming.
Get lost in her eyes, daydreaming.
Her eyes gorgeous, always gleaming.
I'm not afraid of death.
Just afraid for whoever will witness my last breath.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 11:34 AM UTC
It's so trite.
Premeditated and concise.
Too much like something that you would like.
Angular and rigid,
tired and frigid.
How is it
that you can make something as beautiful as Mozart boring?
When the strings should be raving, thrashing, roaring?
Maybe it's just that particular recording.
Either way,
you've made it dull.
You've made it a pain.
I'd even go so far as to say you've made it annoying.
So, congratulations, sir,
for tainting yet another piece I once enjoyed.
And I'll throw in a ********* here at the end
for good measure.
Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 12:40 AM UTC
Covered in plaster dust, I stumble out
coughing, and laughing
you wipe the white and dirt from around my eyes and
fail to be stern
i’m supposed to leave these things to the professionals
not a google search and my bare hands
once, i plastered and painted a bedroom wall
for a ********* i was living with
and now i think i am a handyman genius
then i whine for hours at the cuts on my fingers
the soreness between my shoulders
you roll your eyes and run a bath
and tease me when i still pick up the cat
eventually we have to hire someone
to repair what years and lack of life
(and my mistakes)
have done to this old house
we sit on the porch with beer
no longer afraid of it caving underneath us
we wake, curled around each other and
the blanket we dragged outside
the hungry cat pawing at our hair
you are bathed in the glow of the early sun
i clutch your sleeves and i am grateful
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 10:49 PM UTC
Dear hummer driver:
you don’t need a car to prove
you are a *********
Left the museum
to find prettier colors
in autumn leaves
If eyes are windows
let me pray to the stained glass
mosaic of yours
I write in green ink
to spread the hope you wrote of
Pablo Neruda
What better feeling
than waking to a heartbeat
knowing it’s not yours
Where did the stars go,
I ask as the sun comes up.
Oh! They’re in your eyes
Play me the guitar
and imagine that it’s me,
in your arms again.
May 30, 2011
May 30, 2011 at 4:32 PM UTC
The only way
you could be seen
as a good person
is if
it was your perception alone
that changed the entire world.
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 3:52 PM UTC
I have neither:
The Time- to talk trash-
or
The Tolerance- to tell tales-
I don't mean to be spiteful,
but if you really want to bother me. Just read the title.
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 4:33 PM UTC