"feministic" poems
'So It Begins...'
once upon a time
there was a girl
who always ran around in circles
figuratively, of course
not literally, because if she was literally always running in circles, she'd pretty soon be dead
but that's neither here nor there. back to the girl
she had no idea that she did this
but everyone around and about
was painfully aware of her issues
she was convinced that she was always coming up with new and exciting ideas
when really she just spent all her time recycling her own idiocy
and she became increasingly irate as all the things that she kept around
even though she would never admit that she intentionally kept them around
started to seem wrong
or used
or just completely foreign
until a magic prince
with a magic want
who totally dug the fact that this chick was entirely self obsessed and weird
and pretty much certifiable
snuck in the middle of the night
and robbed the ***** blind
however
because the guy took all her worthless
pointless
and in the end
meaningless baggage away with him
she replaced her former obsessions with stalking him
and he became her magic want
which he severely regretted soon enough
because with her circular habits
her stalking efforts were not unlike being relentlessly pursued
by a small
angry
but not entirely unaffectionate
chihuahua
he fully intended for her to stalk him from the beginning
but unfortunately
as he had been raised in a pseudo-feministic
yet highly romanticized society
he was under the false impression that once this chick started pursuing him
she would give in to her basest wants
and deep seated but repressed desires
that every girl has but doesn't admit
to ending up with a magic prince
he was wrong
there
was
no
fairytale
and once she caught up with him
the relationship that ensued
became a vicious cycle of marriage, divorce, and remarriage
because he had been ****** in
to her circularity.
the end
Feb 13, 2010
Feb 13, 2010 at 6:28 PM UTC
Tu me ves como una mujer muy fuerte (you see me as a strong woman
Estoy feliz y fuerte y feminista (i am happy, strong and feministic
Mi ****** es mi major amiga (*my ****** is my best friend*
Juntos somos activistas (together we are activists
Mi pelo esta corto y tengo confianza (my hair is short and i have confidence
Te aparecio como una esposa, hija, hermana, amiga. (i appear to you as a wife, a daughter, sister, friend
No me pinto. (i don't wear makeup
Mi cuerpo es bonito y no me interesa que otras piensan. (my body is beautiful and i don't care what others think
No necesito hombres en mi vida. (i don't need men in my life
No se amo mi novio (i don't love my boyfriend
Ni mi padre(nor my father
Me abandono.(he abandoned me
quiero a mi mama (i want my mother
Mi hermana(my sister
Mis amigas (my friends
Y mi vida. (and my life
Pero, en la noche (but, at night
Cuando estoy solo (when i am alone
Mi espejo transforma en un monstruo. (my mirror turns into a monster
Mi pelo es largo asi que puedo esconderme detras. (my hair is long so that i can hide behind it
Pienso que no puedo estar solo (i don't think i can be alone
Estoy triste sobre mi padre, (i am sad about my father.
Me abandono. (he abandoned me
Me odio. (i hate myself
Mi cuerpo es mi enemigo. (my body is my enemy
Solo quiero dormir y comer (i just want to eat and sleep
Mi vida significa nada (my life means nothing
Mi cara es diferente (my face is different
Cada dia (every day
Jun 1, 2011
Jun 1, 2011 at 6:52 PM UTC
I want a letter written to me,
Starting with Dear and ending with my utmost affection,
I wanna be brought up during those days where guys tried,
Like not afraid to get denied,
Lets pretend the internet isn't alive,
I wanna dance ballroom style, and let a man take the lead,
I want him to pretty much just protect me,
I'm trashing all this feministic ****
Lets go back to those days when girls were respected and taken care of,
Rewind and replay the parts of Pride and Prejudice,
Or I wanna be Scarlett O'hara battling it out with Rhett,
I want a man who won't be so afraid,
Sure my face is pretty and whatnot, but why don't you say it to me?
Like grow a pair,
Grab me,
Make a move,
Don't be so **** afraid to hug me,
Please,
All I'm asking,
And I want to be dressed to the nines with ball gowns that go down to my ankles, and my hair all curled like Maria Antoinette,
Ok so maybe I've lost my mine,
But I sure wanna ride a carriage at twilight,
And have candles light the night,
Silly of me I suppose,
But still I cannot help but want those ancient times,
When men had to act right
Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 11:22 AM UTC
Beauty isn't everything folks.
Stop letting Estee Lauder, CoverGirl and Sephora define you.
Companies such as these try telling us what beauty is, but it's merely just another exterior pleasure.
Although, we're told differently, and we foolishly believe it wholeheartedly.
Okay, let's take it back for a moment, rewind.
When Adam & Eve were created,
not only were they shamed, they were naked.
"Who told you, you were naked,?" said the Creator.
Now, I ask you same question.
Who told you that you weren't beautiful?
Not to be caked up, overly concerning yourself with vanity.
Oh, look at me, aren't I pretty!
Everyday I see women trying to be everything they're not.
Hate to burst your bubble, but
feminism isn't the solution to the problem.
Face it ladies, you will never receive the attention you deserve, unless you give it yourself first.
I speak from experience.
This feministic agenda tells us we can be "the man."
This isn't true, there is nothing you need to compensate for.
We can be strong and feminine just like our mothers
I believe our Creator came in the flesh, to tell us our beauty is full. BEautiFULL.
Marvelous are HIS works, And that my soul knows very well
- Psalm 139:14
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 2:53 AM UTC
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Pseudo-Oriental visions
Haiku, Tanka, exotic terms
Vapid New Age vibe-transmissions
proliferating eastern germs…
Anarchistic thought collages
Existential lacerations
Nihilistic heart-massages
Incoherent lamentations,
Communism on a mission,
grievance-mongering, stewed in hate;
pounding Fascist fusion/fission
chanting harshly “ours the state”,
Hymns to Gods who choked on *****
undertaken in overdose;
rocks that never rose to comet
rolling – but ending comatose,
Hipster ironies, tongue in chic
Metro-wimps who feign the normal,
Redneck rantings up the creek
semaphoric, semi-formal,
matron’s maudlin observations,
motivational hypnosis,
(sentimental medications
offered prior to diagnosis),
coldly abstract neo-nonsense
read (by dullards) as cutting edge,
letters void of correspondence;
well-trimmed words’ linguistic hedge.
Climate whining (tried untrue)
with eco-prophecies warning doom,
Wiccans and tree-sprites trying to
undo the curse and lift the gloom,
Feministic tribal ranting,
Race-complaining, agitation,
GLBT gallivanting –
all are blights upon our nation.
Boring modernist excess,
(no longer daring – formulaic)
confounds – yet never can address
what’s wrong, and so becomes prosaic.
Lists like this are perhaps the worst;
another symptom of our times:
we who are woefully unversed
in rhythmic complaining that rhymes.
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 11:58 AM UTC
Gonna carry out the feministic agenda
Gonna live, laugh and love lasagna
Gonna save the earth from the ocean
Gonna let the boys show some kinda emotion
Ravioli, yo, that pasta is tenda
Now what should I call ya, Genda benda?
Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 7:06 AM UTC
As the leaves fell down from the trees
it took over me
someone's going overseas
but it took over me
though the lines are being written on the sheats
it took over me
in a state of wait for winter where the autumn leads
it took over me
and i'm down then i'm up then again down
and my mood in vicious circle's going round and round
and some feministic guy would say i've got my period
but as a girl i know exactly what it's like and this is truly not
beauty outside of my window
but inside it feels like mess
and i'm gloomy and i'm crying like a widow
for those summer days at rest
and every leaf that falls down on the ground
makes a sound that i can hear like razor makes a wound
and im down then im up then im again down
and my boyfriend's such a nice guy and wants to stop me frown
but i guess whoever was it he'd get tired of playing a clown
and i want him understand tryna make it tender
that this is not gonna go till it's december
cause the leaves fall down and make me cry make me grown
make me cough make me sigh
guy just wait a little while....
there's no one to blame
but it's so hard to tame
my temper
untill it is December
i said this season
it took over me
i said the reason
why sometimes i weep
not so deep
it's on the surface
of the leaves
that keep on covering the ground
all around...
and around...
and around...
Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 4:52 AM UTC
I've always had a friend
Who is easily
More
Intelligent
Elegant
Beautiful
Plentiful
Optimistic
Feministic
Than me.
But that's cool
Because we're all
Snowflakes in the end.
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 12:11 AM UTC
i'm drunk, and brimming with emotions... it's not supposed to make sense... i've been listening to feministic poetry for the past hour... i can't make a coherent sentence even if i wanted to... a kettle is boiling in my head... oh and the love of women in relation to lies... ah... the child aspect, of the innocence of satan saying the first lie... that's who he is... those monsters that came later? he's scared of them more than he wished to have liked, to not have instigated, by telling his take on: the original sin. simply? a lie. oh such regerets in deforming his original guise.
well, how very ******* amusing...
now i have to clean up all this filth in my life...
lying was the thesis for the theology behind the genesis story
of the, now, seemingly-less "original" transgression...
*choke a monkey till it says the word donkey
rather than have it say ooh ooh?!*
- now the hard part -
fair enough, *you subjectify me not objectifying you
in order to not get an ********
but when you objectify me not subjectifying you
in order to get a partner...
you objectify me to subjecrtify you toward
my own objectification of a phallus...
blood flow.
so what would you rather me be?
a feministic... limp ****
come on... even moby is winking and telling a joke...
i'll just go to a bulgarian **********
that might allow me,
to take out concept-cock and just make the **** thing
***** from what you otherwise demand
in "conversation":
of it being floating, in a pickle jar, and apparently floating
with something... that resembled my brain... hmm... sherlock!
so... we have: do not objectify women... as ****** partners...
and we do not subjetify women... as partners in matrimony
and equal in law...
so what the **** do we do?
ah... **** it... let's allow another billion chinese to breed
themselves into the world;
and if you're panicking... oh hush... don't worry...
the darwinistic theory will survive, **** sapiens will survive...
he just won't be white, or have blonde hair.
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 7:30 PM UTC
i'm not always happy & there's not always a reason
i talk a lot & repeat myself because of my anxiety, i'm sorry if I annoy you
i don't love myself
i think i'm too tall
i have trouble looking people in the eyes
i pop my knuckles
music makes me happy
art brings me peace
i love kids & want to have many of my own, i'm sorry if that's a deal-breaker
i need my alone time due to being an introvert
if i know you well, i will open up to you
i can be wild & crazy
alcohol is my best friend
cigarettes are apart of me
i enjoy the night sky
adventure calls my name
i live young, wild, & free
i'm insecure
i love to laugh
i embrace my freckles & stretch marks
i believe women are downgraded, i'm not sorry if that's too feministic
i can't dance but i do it anyways
i'm overprotective & get jealous
i have a painful past that doesn't define me
i believe i can succeed if I put my mind to it
i never give up
mistakes mostly end up being choices
love is hard to come by so grab it up when ya find it
life is simple, we just tend to complicate that process
May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 8:35 PM UTC