kelia Jun 2014

looks like another night alone
a heavy eyed boy moving heavy boxes into your home
“i’ll see you tomorrow, love, when the light is new”
never felt as good as waking up next to you
but the way you crawl into my bed each time you come
well both those heavy eyes and i become undone
and you can blame it on things like running away
online, lost and found, reward, posted today
and wanted posters hanging around town
yeah, you’ve been around town
and i’ve been waiting up for you
but lover, i’ve gotta put you down
drink until that mark on your neck starts to fade
purple never looked good on you anyway

Derek Yohn Nov 2013

What you think about other
peoples' hair is a trick by
the establishment to keep you
down.  Not all with long
hair are hippies, not every
skinhead is a Neo-Nazi.
An afro doesn't make you
funky, having soul does.

It isn't what is on the
skull that matters, fucker,
it is what happens

SPT Nov 2015

Great the never ending saga
That takes 500 men
For 1 lady
When not cursing

May she alone as usual
Protect herself??

What a single mother trying to survive will do?

Be the baddest bitch and run :-)
Who played who
Behind the screen

Mother fucker
Mother fucker
Fucking fuck you
Mother fucker
You fucked my mother
You Mother Fucker
I ought to fuck you
You fucking fucker
Dearest fucker
Of my mother
I’m fucking fucked
If you don’t smother
Me with fucks
You fuckity fucker
Fuck your face
You lucky fucker

Lainrz Dec 2015

I'm an alcoholic
drug addict
and this shit
doesn't have a thing on


I wrote this back in July;
I was going to leave it private due to "personal discretion,"
but I feel that allowing it to be openly read will be good.
I've posted and taken down this poem a couple times,
but this time I'mma leave it up for they who are interested.
If physical fucking closeness
equates to you Peace of Mind,
then go fuck them all, Fucker,
and I hope it fucking works.

Though, Fucker, I think you'll find,
there won't be Peace of fucking Mind
unless the person you tend to fuck
is the person you tenderly fucking love;

I know it can be fucking nice
to just be close and fuck,
but even then, a simple Fuck
is never fucking simple.

I respect your fucking right to chose
to fuck without a thought of your fucking "love"
but it is that it was so fucking easy
that makes it hurt so fucking much.

While I'm sorry to be writing this,
I know fucking well I shouldn't be.
It's as if you embarked on the Path of Revenge
without the foresight to first dig two Graves.
I'm not going to fucking dwell and brood;
I'm going to express my fucked-for mood:

While I appreciate your fucked-up honesty,
and don't mean to make you regret it;
you fucking had an opportunity to chose,
and you sure made your fucking choice!

You fucked it up.
You fucked him.
You fucked her.
You said you didn't know why,
but you sure fucking did it anyway.

I forgave you twice, Fucker.
You wanted me mad at you.
Then, you fucked him and
got what you wanted.
Fuck you;
Fuck you two.

Don't you regret it?
If you somehow didn't,
I bet you fucking do now.
You've made your choice,
now live with the consequences.

You've fucking sickened me.
Third time's a charm.
Maybe it's a fucked-up Karma
for how we got together;
"I don't do this kind of thing"-
Bullshit! It's become a trend!

Maybe I should have gone and fucked my ex, too,
the day before our friends' wedding
without even a fucking thought of you, Love.
What a Lover you proved to be!
Congratulations, you fucking sickened me.

You don't have to say you're sorry,
I know you are; if you have a heart.

I respected you.
I trusted you.
You fucking disappoint me;
maybe you're better off this way:

So, I wish you the best of fucking luck
with whomsoever it is you decide to fuck,
but, being hit yet again by that emotional truck,
this time it's yourself who you can go and fuck.

[Stop and Breathe]

I do still fucking love you,
though I don't fucking know why.
That's what makes it hurt so much;
it makes me sort-of want to die.

Fuck this feeling,
and fuck you for leading me to it.

I do still love you,
though I don't fucking know why.
I will try not to hold it against you,
I will try to rise above such a Grudge.
[Stop and Breathe]

Fuck this feeling
and fuck you for making it so real.

I do still love you.
[Stop and Breathe]
You don't have to say sorry.
Just be sorry
for a minute.

You are young.
You have things to experience
and lessons to learn.
You need to be free.
You need time.
Live for now.

I, too, am young,
I have things to experience
and lessons to learn.
I need to be free.
I need time.
Live for now.

We are all young.
We all have things to experience
and lessons to learn.
We all need time.
Live for now.

I'm happy I get to help you, I'm sorry it can hurt.
I truly mean no harm; I seek Catharsis.

Catharsis is a form of Self-Discipline;
to be able to be there for your self;
to not fuck it up for someone else just because you're peeved.
To outlet things constructively,
if sometimes offensively,
in order to further your self
and your self-understanding.

I do still love you,
for what it's still worth.

Maybe after the tides have changed
after the fucking firestorm of pain has subsided,
we can try again to hang out
but, I must say, I wouldn't hold my breath;

Anna Jul 2014

Take it out on me
So I can give it back
Let me blame you for my bullshit
While you use what I don't lack.

Marigold Dec 2012

Do it. Why not?
Let her down, let her fall into endless voids,
Where the sadness is deeper than all the oceans we ever knew.
You, who she picked up so bruised and broken,
Full of sad thoughts and kind smiles,
She needn't be your burden anymore
Leave her to find her own way out
Regardless of who dragged who into whose mess.
And she has been trying;
trying to remember what it was to be happy,
trying to release the heaviness,
offering exits through pierced skin,
swallowing the provided medication.
Sometimes she forgets,
forgets which pill when,
forgets to eat,
forgets to get out of her bed-fortress.
But I can tell you most solemnly,
She never forgets what it was to have you.

Note: Ode to a fucker part 1 has not yet been published.
The Good Pussy Apr 2015


                                Fucker Fuck
                              er Fucker Fuck
                             er Fucker Fucker
                               Fucker Fucker
                               Fucker Fucker  
                               Fucker Fucker
                               Fucker Fucker
                               Fucker Fucker
                               Fucker Fucker
                               Fucker Fucker
                               Fucker Fucker
                               Fucker Fucker
                               Fucker Fucker
                               Fucker Fucker
                    Fucker                      Fucker
               Fucker Fucker       Fucker Fucker
             Fucker Fucker Fu   cker Fucker Fu
              Fucker Fucker         Fucker Fucker
                   Fucker                      Fucker

Sylkie Smoothie Apr 2014

you might break off and run away,

but the sick stalker fuck has the luck,

to find every bad thing that will cause life to suck,

you can run but never hide,

that drama fuck has nothing but luck on their side!

Lenore Lux Nov 2014

You know what sounds nicest?
In your bed lying covers half drawn.
Afternoon bath just as I'm waking up.
Your notes upon nightstands and mirrors.

I hope you understand that I'd do
unspeakable deeds and make deals to
realize this vision --

but I'm only human,
you lecher

I'm not the one distributing kisses
I'm not the one love has found you
in paper and ribbon
I'm a companion for us
lonely ones, called suckers
I'm a fucker.

ok Jun 2013

as if the bruises of my self conscious's grip weren't enough of a reminder of my
harsh imperfections,
their icy stares and startling bluntness ring a brutality in my eyes that can only be absorbed
by those foolish enough to cross over into the unmapped, untouched.
it is there where I finally feel my lungs expand and my lips moisten from knowing that I am
defined by a flaw or a handful of them, placed intricately along the paper thin lining that means
nothing in the end.
but in an instant you wrangle me back into a place where the spots matter and I don't.

SPT Feb 2015

I wanna lick
Your sockets raw
When your eyes
Fall out


Oh shit, I'm full if it. Crap it's been ruff not knowing what to do, and knowing at the same time. Starting over #??? Yeah like that
All over again, keeping your head up!!
Got to keep your head up
Next page