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Chiara Wood Feb 2015
the ******* cops are ******* keen

to ******* keep it ******* clean

the ******* chief's a ******* swine

who ******* draws a ******* line

at ******* fun and ******* games

the ******* kids he ******* blames

are nowehere to be ******* found

anywhere in chicken town

the ******* scene is ******* sad

the ******* news is ******* bad

the ******* **** is ******* turf

the ******* speed is ******* surf

the ******* folks are ******* daft

don't make me ******* laugh

it ******* hurts to look around

everywhere in chicken town

the ******* train is ******* late

you ******* wait you ******* wait

you're ******* lost and ******* found

stuck in ******* chicken town

the ******* view is ******* vile

for ******* miles and ******* miles

the ******* babies ******* cry

the ******* flowers ******* die

the ******* food is ******* muck

the ******* drains are ******* ******

the colour scheme is ******* brown

everywhere in chicken town

the ******* pubs are ******* dull

the ******* clubs are ******* full

of ******* girls and ******* guys

with ******* ****** in their eyes

a ******* bloke is ******* stabbed

waiting for a ******* cab

you ******* stay at ******* home

the ******* neighbors ******* moan

keep the ******* racket down

this is ******* chicken town

the ******* train is ******* late

you ******* wait you ******* wait

you're ******* lost and ******* found

stuck in ******* chicken town

the ******* pies are ******* old

the ******* chips are ******* cold

the ******* beer is ******* flat

the ******* flats have ******* rats

the ******* clocks are ******* wrong

the ******* days are ******* long

it ******* gets you ******* down

evidently chicken town
The Mind-Slaves
Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking.
Why do we treat Obedience with more reverence than we do Critical Thinking?
(CONTROL)
Obedience is not a ******* acceptable substitute for Critical Thinking.
Obedience is not inherently bad, but unquestioning Obedience is tantamount to Fascism.
To Terrorism. To Americanism. To Consumerism. To Militarism. To Racism. To Sexism.
Obedience can never, ever stand in place of Critical Thinking.

If you want to get immersed
in a true story:
live your own life.

That is, of course,
unless you've allowed it to be set up
in such a way
that it is no longer
a true story.
Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
Obedience is not an acceptable ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
Obedience is not so much your friend as is Critical Thinking!
Obedience is a ******* marionette string for those in power!
Obedience ***** up Critical Thinking!
Obedience is not a ******* virtue unless you're a Slave!
Obedience is not a ******* virtue unless you're a Servant!
Obedience is not a ******* virtue unless you're a Tyrant!
Obedience is not a ******* virtue unless you're a Fascist!
Obedience is not a ******* virtue unless you're a egocentric power-hungry ****!
Your Obedience is not equivalent to your ******* worth, nor is your ******* wealth.
The number of people who idolize you is not a quantification of how good you are!

Obedience is a way to circumvent Critical Thinking!
Obedience is a way to usurp Critical Thinking!
Obedience stifles Critical Thinking!

Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
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Obedience is not a ******* substitute for Critical Thinking!
Valerie Csorba Apr 2015
Listen, I know. I'm not stupid. I know you're still in love with Sydney. I know you sent her a poem and she told you to stop. And you do, because trying to go back to that constantly is just not going to work. That ship has left dock a while ago and it needs to ******* stay there. She ****** you up. You can't go back to that. Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but ahe doesn't ******* want you.
But I also know that what we have right now isn't fake. It isn't just something that we wasted our time on for nothing and I won't let it be treated as such. Let someone treat you the way you deserve to be treated for once. And maybe treat someone else how they deserve to be treated for once. I mean I know you're use to using people and you don't know how to fall out of that ******* routine apparently. But this is *******.
I know the way I'm feeling for you isn't just going to be a waste of my time.. because I can't let it be like that.
You need to tell me what you're so afraid of /yourself/, I shouldn't have to grab this information from Emily. You need to start opening up to me more. Stop being so **** afraid of everything. Bruise my ego a little bit. Make the ***** come out of me. I've been more patient with you than I have with anyone in any other sort of relationship. You haven't seen the bitchiest side of me yet but if you keep going you will.
At this point the only thing I can handle is the truth. I'm not going to make you fight my 7 ******* exes to get to me, even though it may seem you're battling Kyle every **** day, but if this ******* continues I will end up shutting down on you and most likely end up in another situation I'll need help out of and last time I saw you and was shutting down on you because I was upset with you, you begged me not to. I'm no Knives Chau. A Knives Chau wouldn't do the **** that I do. I'm not innocent and ignorant. I'm not going to sit there and let this ******* happen behind my back and then go off and date your best friend to get back at you, because I just want /you./
I know what's going on and I will end up flipping worse than I am now if it continues. Right now you're being a Class A Jackson Teller *******. If you want a Tara Knowles that will get territorial when you entertain some ****... If you want me to flip out on you, and end up having passionate *** with you in the bathroom then so be it. Lol. But I'm not going to sit back and be treated like this because when we're together everything is fine and if you didn't truly love me then you wouldn't treat me like you do. You wouldn't rub my back when I ***** or wake up crying from another ******* nightmare. You wouldn't wake me up from my nightmares, even. You wouldn't kiss me like you do or hold me like you do. You wouldn't put your Netflix and hulu on my ps3, although small, even that action is enough. I mean, I wouldn't share that with anyone if I didn't love them. You definitely wouldn't try and keep me around as much as you do if you didn't ******* love me or want me.
Emily even knows that you feel something towards me. She's your best friend. She knows you better than you know your ******* self. She's not stupid, neither am I. You can try to act apathetic towards the situation all you want but it's not going to get you anywhere. Do you want to lose me? You're telling me to give hope a chance but I think it's your ******* turn. I think it's about time you have some hope for something new. I will ******* fight for you if I have to. I'll be the female Scott Pilgrim if I ******* have to be. I'm not letting these two months be for ******* nothing. Stop being such a ******* wuss and talk to me about this. I know everything, so it's time for it to come out of your mouth.
I know you didn't go to that ******* dinner and that you spent the whole day AND night with that dumb ****. It was pretty obvious when someone commented on your **** asking if you were going to the dinner and you told them to come get you after telling me you went. I know you went off and did drugs with her which you also ******* lied to me about.
Any relationship you get into where you start gaining actual feelings for someone you try to go and **** it up. And for what? Do you realize how selfish that is? Do you realize that not everyone out there has their ******* knife pointed at your back? I'm fighting outside forces, I'm not fighting against you I'm fighting FOR YOU for ***** sake. So give me a ******* chance to treat you how you deserve to be treated and help you gain back a good reputation because at this point you really don't have one. Total disclosure, let's go. Tell me everything I may or may not know.
You ******* owe me after bailing you out of jail. You ******* owe me the commitment because I should have just let your *** sit in ******* jail after all the **** I've been finding out about. So if you want to **** this up then tell me now. You ******* owe me for coming out here when I was supposed to ******* work today and staying the night at Emily's when I should have just gone home and not given a ****. You ******* owe me because I constantly find rides to see you and get you and take you home and you aren't even ******* grateful. You owe me because I take ******* care of you because Lord ******* knows no one else will at this point except for me and if you want to **** that up? Fine. But don't come whining to me when you have no one and nothing because you don't know when to ******* quit. You ******* owe me because I still follow your every beck and call like you own me when I know all of this **** that's been going on and you DO NOT own a single ******* part of me.
I'm not a ******* rat. I'm not a ******* crow eater. I take care of my family, remember? I leave you alone for a week and this is what I get in return? More and more lies? Talking to other people behind my ******* back? Being used for how nice and hospitable I am? Is it really too much to ask for honesty?
I'm not Amber. I will never BE Amber. And you need to ******* stop. No one is Amber but Amber.
I am Valerie ******* Csorba. Is it hard for you to ******* understand the dedication someone can actually have for you?
And how badly do you want to get Alice? Yeah, remember your ******* daughter? Because you most definitely are not taking any steps in the right ******* direction if you want to gain any custody of her. Drugs. Lies. Going off with randoms. Do you want her to have a decent life? Do you want her to have a better mother than Amber bad enough to make this **** work? You don't have a job. In fact you're ******* using me and my money at this point and it's *******. You want to ******* move somewhere where there's jobs? Clarion. There's plenty.
The new circle of friends you're pulling in is definitely not going to ******* protect you like we will. They are not "Samcro" material and they never will be. They are not trustworthy and if they ******* need to I guarantee they'll narc on you if it benefits them. So if you want your ******* life set on Samcro ideals, maybe you should take a step back and reevaluate your ******* life because you're so far from straight headed it's not funny.
robin Nov 2014
and now i dont even ******* know how to care for myself because i was never told this could happen to me,
i wasnt supposed to get sick. i wasnt supposed to get sick.
all my clipped nails, my chipped teeth piling up like letters at an empty house,
spilling from the mailbox, a papercut waterfall.
the car sputters & stops. the pen scratches without ink and i try to read what a different version of me wrote,
what a younger self thought was poetry.
my mouth is empty but my pockets are full -
pepper spray/my tía's ring/a lighter i never use.
a lighter kept for strangers, for burning dry leaves, old letters,
my own tongue because blisters make it feel fuller, less hollow.
skinny lips, strong teeth, black tongue sharp and sleeping.
never had a cavity.never broke a bone.bandaging my feet before the blisters form, what do i do now?
you took my hand.
you took my hand.
you took my ******* hands. in a california summer,
dry golden grass like a wildfire dare, you said please don't leave me,
it's drought season and i'm choking on my spit,
you're taking all the rings off my fingers. you're swallowing my tía's ring.
does it taste like her cigarettes?does it taste like my sweat?
ive been thinking about you, you've been on my mind:
how do you burn a sunken bridge?
its broken but the the pieces lie heavy below the water,
twisting the current.
how do you open a letter five years unread?
avoided/ignored/forgotten as it slides onto the floor.i'm so afraid that ill never respond,
lay here till i petrify, a living thing turned stone.macerated in my own ******* self-pity,
dripping blame from gaping pores. you did this to me, you broke me,
you poured lead in my ears you left me deaf and afraid,
i just want to feel absolved,
it's not my fault im sick. its not my fault i cant fix myself, its not my fault i dont try -
to try and fail is worse than to surrender before it starts.
excise the shame, cauterize the wound.call it a battle scar,
a mark of bravery and survival,
not a coward's brand, not the mark of cain.
killed your brother. slaughtered your counterpart, your mirror image,
an alternate you where you made different choices,
the ones that made you a good person and not a tumor,
bloated scourge in what could have been a healthy life.
empty fortress decayed behind the walls, i didnt build these to keep you out, i swear,
i just wanted to flesh myself out.
boundaries building up an empty breath,
making me appear more than i am, feel greater than i could ever be, but when you get inside there's nothing.
that's not my fault.thats not my fault. some people are born forests,
vast expanse of redwoods, moss softening the air;
some people are born exhales.
breathed out and dissipated.  
less than a lack.taking nothing; making only a still room,
stuffy air encased like innards; its funny how just a sigh can make me feel like im faking it
even though im the only one there,
even though i can still feel the ache in my skull,
eyelashes stuck to the palms of my hands.how does it feel not doubting life?
how does it feel to know in five seconds, air will swell your chest again?im on unsure footing,
a crumbling ***** (i know its just me.i know im being paranoid,
chill out you said i held my breath while you climbed dont fall dont fall oh god)
when did this happen?who poured fear into me like
swampwater in a wineskin,
never feared falling when i was young.
i just want to not hate myself but i guess thats a pipe dream,
******* stupid, ******* useless ******* incorporeal ******* fake laugh when theres no one to hear,
fighting spiders for the right to sleep. (do your friends know youre a liar?
******* traitor, dropping love from burning hands: your silver tongue is tarnished,
youve been vomiting again,
stomach acid eating your throat from within. can you stop?)
i just want to stop.
theres a ******* burning sun in my chest and god i know i should feel lucky but i dont wanna ******* live i just want to SURVIVE,
what ******* good is living if i just burn myself out by the time i reach 25?
im scared to die but im ******* killing myself and i cant ******* stop,
i just want to sleep but theres still a bite mark on  my wrist from my own ******* teeth there are so many people i feel sick,
they talk so loud,
i feel like i could ******* disintegrate
******* degrade into dust please i just want to leave but i dont want to be alone, let me stay dont let me burst,
i want to be so skinny my bones bruise my skin,
i want to be so strong i could ******* rip myself apart, dont lie to me.
dont love me just sit next to me touch me tell me im alive.
im alive, right?im real im here im not a dusty phantom,
gasping ghost ripping oxygen into incorporeal lungs,
god i want to SCREAM just so i know im not ******* DEAD past the skin is there any sensation past the surface
i want to wear my ******* throat raw tear my muscles to shreds to know i can feel something that isnt shallow surface nerves, PLEASE!GOD!
make my lungs burn make my bones crack i want to feel something that i know is REAL prove im real prove im not an empty shell please im still alive but bites dont go past the skin,
i want to see my ******* heart pulse like the realest part of me,
proof i need proof i want faith i want to believe in unproven things, how can i ******* believe im real?
im ******* faking it just like everything else,
bluff till its true but i never ******* learned how to be TRUE I NEVER LEARNED TO LIVE PAST THE SKIN and if you peel it back all you'll ******* find is
rot,
gangrene, necrotic flesh and electric fear, dont ******* touch me i feel like i could ******* explode,
i feel crushed compressed into a space too small for my body and itll crack any second.
please ******* punch me in the gut. please ******* crack me open i dont ******* trust myself to keep my heart beating,
please rip it out im ******* faking it!!
faking laughs for an empty space faking fear for phantom spiders and thoughts of death, im ******* faking it but how do i ******* STOP
I DONT WANNA LIVE LIKE THIS BUT IM SCARED TO ******* DIE
Shaded Lamp Aug 2014
WARNING


Extreme use of profanities


and Gods engaged in an **** of lust


Apology in advance for any offence caused


SL

At Freyja's Table**

******* Gods everywhere
******* here
And ******* there
They ******* **** and ******* ****
Some ******* clean
Some ******* muck
They **** in heaven
And in **** in hell
Cupids got them
under his ******* spell
With ******* arrows
in their ******* hearts
******* priests
******* tarts
******* freaky super powers
******* torrential golden showers
The ******* sparks
******* fly
******* ****** in their eyes
******* Eris causing troubles
******* Bacchus blowing bubbles
******* Sif is ******* Thor
More and more  
On the ******* floor
******* Gods everywhere
******* with their golden hair
Freyja clears her ******* table
Grabs any God that she's able
And ***** and *****
And licks and *****
******* breathless
Who ******* cares
******* Gods are everywhere
Discarded robes
that lay beneath
******* horns
and clenching teeth
They ******* ***
They ******* squirt
They *** again
Until they hurt
Steaming bodies
Sweaty hair
******* Gods are everywhere
No "modern God" was harmed during the production of this filthy work
Inspired by Cooper Clarke's "Chicken Town"
Gary Perreault Jul 2014
You know sometimes when I get up in the morning,
I don't know if I can face another day
because ****'s been so ******* hard for so ******* long
and it don't seem like ***** ever going to change.
Sometimes it seems like **** ain't doing nothing but getting worse.
Sometimes when I look in the mirror,
I look despised at what I see cause pride
strength, all of love and life they don't seem to have alot to do with me.
Feels like something went wrong with me a long time ago,
something inside me way deep down died
and I can't remember when,
I just don't know where the **** I went wrong...
What's life but a river of tears anyway, huh?

Every Day
Each ******* day I pray
I pray to a god that I know does not exist
For a way
Some ******* way
Some day
For away to make my way through this world full of ****
Every Day
Each ******* day I pray
I pray to a god that I know does not exist
For a way
Some ******* way
Some day
For a way to make my way through this world full of ****
I've got nothing left
I await for the angel of death
I've lost too many times too many times to count the pain is so great

Let me tell you something, rock bottom is a sweet ******* dream,
a myth made up by a liar who's dispear is a void you can slip into forever.
I've been as low as you can go
and I guess here at the bottom the only place you can go is up,
but everytime I start to get ahead everytime I start to get somewhere
it's seems like someone or something knocks me the **** back down.
One step forward, two steps back.
I read somewhere that "without hope, man is but an animal"
...I think I've lost hope

I've got nothing left
I await for the angel of death
I've lost to many times to many times to count the pain is so great

I'm so ******* tired of being ****** up all the time
but I can't seem to do it any other way,
maybe I'm not as strong as you
but sometimes my ****** up life it brings me down
when I look around.
My life it didn't make me hard
it just hardened something deep down inside of me.
I think it was my humanity.
I want it back, I want to feel normal again, I wanna feel like a human.
I don't wanna be like this no more,
I'm just looking for some shelter of salvation
or something to believe in or just maybe someone who cared.

I've got nothing left
I await for the angel of death
I've lost to many times to many times to count the pain is so great
I never asked for life
I wish that at birth I had died
I tried to drown this hate
Death will be the cure for all this pain
Every Day
Each ******* day I pray
I pray to a god that I know does not exist
For a way
Some ******* way
Some day
For a way to make my way through this world full of ****
Every Day
Each ******* day I pray
I pray to a god that I know does not exist
For a way
Some ******* way
Some day
For a way to make my way through this world full of ****
I've got nothing left
I await for the angel of death
I've lost to many times to many times to count the pain is so great
I never asked for life
I wish that at birth I had died
I tried to drown this hate
Death will be the cure for all this pain
Every Day
Each ******* day I pray
I pray to a god that I know does not exist
For a way
Some ******* way
Some day
For a way to make my way through this world full of ****
Every Day
Each ******* day I pray
I pray to a god that I know does not exist
For a way
Some ******* way
Some day
For a way to make my way through this world full of ****
I've got nothing left
I await for the angel of death
I've lost to many times to many times to count the pain is so great
I never asked for life
I wish that at birth I had died
I tried to drown this hate
Death will be the cure for all this pain
Every Day
Each ******* day I pray
I pray to a god that I know does not exist
For a way
Some ******* way
Some day
For a way to make my way through this world full of ****
Every Day
Each ******* day I pray
I pray to a god that I know does not exist
For a way
Some ******* way
Some day
For a way to make my way through this world full of ****

There's no where to turn, everyone betrays you.
I can't trust anyone and I'm so ******* paranoid.
I'm always waiting for the fall, for the let down.
Trust nobody for sure.
I can't remember when a day's gone by
that I haven't thought about taking myself out.
I know I ain't **** but I know I'll never be ****.
I've got no future but I think I can deal with it, I think I can live,
if I can just look at one person
and see them smile at me and know that they meant it.

Every Day
Each ******* day I pray
I pray to a god that I know does not exist
For a way
Some ******* way
Some day
For a way to make my way through this world full of ****
Every Day
Each ******* day I pray
I pray to a god that I know does not exist
For a way
Some ******* way
Some day
For a way to make my way through this world full of ****
Every Day
Each ******* day I pray
I pray to a god that I know does not exist
For a way
Some ******* way
Some day
For a way to make my way through this world full of ****
Every Day
Each ******* day I pray
I pray to a god that I know does not exist
For a way
Some ******* way
Some day
For a way to make my way through this world full of ****



Read more: Blood For Blood - Redemption Denied Lyrics | MetroLyrics
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.
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If physical ******* closeness
equates to you Peace of Mind,
then go **** them all, ******,
and I hope it ******* works.

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

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

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

While I'm sorry to be writing this,
I know ******* 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 ******* dwell and brood;
I'm going to express my ******-for mood:

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe I should have gone and ****** my ex, too,
the day before our friends' wedding
without even a ******* thought of you, Love.
What a Lover you proved to be!
Congratulations, you ******* 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 ******* disappoint me;
maybe you're better off this way:

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

[Stop and Breathe]
[Calmer]

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

**** this feeling,
and ******* for leading me to it.

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

**** this feeling
and ******* 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.
-
[Calm:]

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 **** 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 ******* firestorm of pain has subsided,
we can try again to hang out
but, I must say, I wouldn't hold my breath;
******.
cassandra garate Sep 2014
I'm ******* done!
You hear me you pathetic siblings and hypocritical parents!
I'm ******* done!
All of you in my family are ******* pathetic!
You little ***** always take advantage of me,
You always take and take without giving in return!
You're not worthy of being my family!
You make my head turn!
You always touch everything I have,
You used it and then either misplace it or ******* break it!
You steal my money and take everything I have,
You always treated me like ****!
******* sisters!
You two never appreciated me!
One of you slimy ******* use me for your kids and make me a baby sitter!
He's not my ******* kid now is he?!
So why the **** does it feel like I'm being punished because you had a ******* kid?!
The other ***** never ******* helps!
All she does is be ******* lazy and sleeps in!
She even watches me when I'm in desperate need of help!!!
******* brothers!
You two stuck up ******* don't do **** for the ******* house!
What the **** did you guys do?!
One of you complains about doing everything for us,
How the **** did you do everything when sitting on your *** playing video games is all you ******* do?!
The other pushes me around and demands things,
What did you ever do other than ruin my life?!
I went through years of your constant bullying!
You're one of the reasons why I can't have a ******* normal life!!!!!
******* mother!
You're nothing but a ******* ***** who can't do ****!
You complain about father!
Why don't you get a ******* divorce and be done with it?!
You know why?!
Because she's ******* useless on her own!
Everything that comes out of her mouth is a lie!
Whenever I ask a question, she's always on her ******* phone!
I have to repeat myself to get her attention!
Then she gets mad when I don't answer back or give her ******* attitude!
*****, you're the ******* reason why I ******* have it!
What is wrong with you?!
Then you say I have to be an adult but you don't even let me get out of the house without your permission!
Why the **** am I getting punished?!
I didn't have a ******* kid or do drugs or crashed I don't know how many cars like my brothers and sisters!!
Don't compare me to those useless low lives! I'm finished!
I'm not you and your kid's babysitter!
I don't have to take care of your lazy *****!
That ******* includes you father!!!!
You're a worse out of all these *******!!!
You say that you keep the family together when you're tearing us apart!
We don't ******* want you here,
We hate you!!
We wish you disappear!
You're worthless and we're all done with you!
Even your brothers and sisters ******* hate you,
That's why they avoid us,
Because they're afraid we're just like you!
That's why the family ignores us!
I have ******* had it!
I'm not their ******* slave!
I don't owe them ****!
They need to do **** their own way!
**** all of you in my family,
One ******* day I will leave and be successful.
You all will be ******* unhappy,
While I will be the one who escaped you all.
I'm sorry, I needed to vent. I always clean at my home and do everything here. My family doesn't respect my stuff, they push me around, they demand stuff from me, they steal my stuff, and whenever the house is a mess, I have to clean it and I get no help whatsoever. I can't even go out on my own because I have to get permission to go, I'm 18 years old and I still have to ask if I can go out! I'm always getting punished for what my brothers and sisters do. I always did what my parents say, but they still feel the need to get after me for what they have done. They say appreciate your family but honestly, I think that they push it way too far. Anyways tell me what you think, if you have advice, please tell me, I need a lot of help.
Kelly McGuire May 2013
****

4 letters
1 syllable

It's a funny little word
Because it's so ********
offensive
And it's so ******* little
But everyone flips their ****
Over ****

But those people
Can go **** themselves
Or get ****** by someone else
Because they need a ******* reality check
That **** is not the ******* problem

The problem is their ******* beliefs
That a single ******* word
Can offend them more than the actual ******* issue at hand
Arguing about a ******* paycheck
And suddenly someone uses ****
And that's ******* it
It doesn't matter that the paycheck is ******* small
That you don't have enough ******* money to pay your ******* bills
No that doesn't ******* matter anymore
Because she had the nerve to use ****

And maybe that offends you
But what offends her and us and everyone
Is that fact that you can't get off your ******* high horse
And admit that you ****** up
Admit that you didn't ******* succeed
So you have to turn the ******* blame on him
For 4 letters
And 1 syllable

But maybe if you'd quit pointing the ******* blame
You wouldn't have a small ******* paycheck
And you wouldn't have to be so ******* stressed
And you could ******* relax
And you wouldn't be such a ******* *******
And maybe
Just ******* maybe
We could find it in our ******* hearts
To forgive you.

You ******* ****.
NitaAnn Oct 2013
******-Angry girl took over last night. She is explosive with rage and it is fierce and uncontrolled. She physically and verbally abuses the little girl inside of me, and although she is not a threat to anyone but us, she does like to verbally abuse Dear Therapist, via email. Sometimes a few months will go by without her taking over, sometimes only a few weeks, but she has been present since Monday, relentlessly torturing the rest of us. She wants to die. She cannot handle the pain, the past is overwhelming and she knows of no other way out. She strongly believes that Dear Therapist manipulated the 5 year old into trusting him, and then once he declared victory of getting the untrustable to trust, he decided he could just take off and not be there for her. And Angry Girl HATES Dear Therapist for that! Because after all these years of independence and never relying on anyone to help or “be there”, now the baby who cries for Dear Therapist’s help at night, drives us f#%king crazy!

Not only did ******-Angry girl cut me last night, she sent some emails to Dear Therapist. Emails that were discovered today when I checked my sent file. ******-Angry Girl wants to cut the whiny baby out of my body. She hates her. She wants Dear Therapist to go away. She hates him too.

Below is an excerpt from the emails sent to Dear Therapist. It’s ******-Angry Girl’s anger that scares me. She will **** me…it’s only a matter of time. She won’t stop until it happens. She has no will to live she wants only to escape the endless pain.

Angry ****** Girl: I am not fearful of death. ******* welcome it! Hope u enjoyed ur vacation! Thanks for caring and taking my "fear" seriously" (huge amounts of dripping poisonous sarcasm!) Ur so great and I'm so nothing! So I shouldn't be missed! and I guess ur "best" doesn't include calling me bk n 24 hrs- does it? For future reference, get a ******* back-up! There will be times when the "crazy" clients can't wait for a week to ******* deal w/a "non-existent" fear!!! **** u and ur ******* rose colored glasses! I'm not afraid of ******* dying! Dying will be a ******* relief!!! **** that man! **** that sorry man who calls himself Dad! He ******* Ruined all of it! ******* hate u! I ******* hate u and ur ******* "stay present"! U ******* stay present in my body every ******* nite! I ******* told u it was bad! But as usual, u blew me off "it’s only 3 emails" no big deal" **** u!!! It may not be a big deal to u, but it was a huge ******* deal to me!!! But **** it! Obviously that wasn't impt to u! Becuz I don't matter! Nothing here that can hurt me right now!?!?U go ahead and believe that - w/ur rose colored glasses on, dear therapist- becuz he will **** me. And when he does, don't ******* preach "theresz nothing that can hurt u right now, Nita" nothing. Ur so ******* wrong about that! In fact, I'm offended tht u even said it! How contradictory of u! "ur fear is real to u- I've nvr said it isn’t" Really? That's not what ur ******* saying now!? I hope when I'm dead u don't preach that **** to someone else. I hope if someone else comes to u and tells u he's going to **** her u ******* think about me and what happened to me- and ******* believe it! Becuz it IS real right the **** now!!!! It is ******* real!!! This could not have worked out better! ******* ***** is aware that u don't hear her now- so she won't tell anything! We are done- I can cut her out of her misery! Finally!!!

It will never stop. There is no way it will ever stop. I am discouraged and hurting. There is no escape. There are no answers. There is nothing but this endless pain. And he doesn’t care. I tried to tell him, but he doesn’t listen. It’s worse when he’s gone. And he can kiss my *** with his “Put it in a safe container” – HELLO!!!! There’s no way to contain it! It’s like trying to put pour rain back into a cloud! Why the hell can’t he see that? There’s no way to ‘check’ the pain at the door when I ******* leave his office! It’s ******* Hotel California! There is no escape! I cannot leave.
So tired of the fighting with the ******-Angry Girl...need to find a way to make her stop...put her to rest for good. I am battle-weary and so tired...I am waving the flag of surrender...
Jack Sneers Apr 2013
Your ******* brass is ******* bold
Your ******* class is ******* cold
Your ******* ship has ******* sank
Your ******* mouth is full of ******* crap
Your ******* face makes me ******* sick
Your ******* mothers on the ******* brink
You ******* drive her round the ******* bend
You ******* vile so called friend

You ******* clown you ******* ****
You ******* act like your ******* this and ******* that
Your a ******* blister on my ******* *****
******* and don't bother to ******* call
aviisevil Jun 2018
Gandalf: a character ( wizard) from the legend that is lord of the rings


he was walking past the useless lake on a breezy autumn day when the gust of wind brought with it the scent of a thousand abandoned garage bags littering the corner of this semi unorganised semi-civilised halli part of a mega city.

his home was about three thousand kilometres away and a dozen hundred dialects removed from where he chose to pursue his 'higher' education.

a term he took literally and to heart.

he was almost always high, if that's what you call being semi awake and always clawing somewhere deep, both mentally and sometimes even physically.


but as soon as the cacophony of a thousand different bad smells hit his soul, he knew the trip was over.

he jolted back to existence from an escalating thought process leading him to the discovery of a new and a better universe.

he took a deep breath and immediately regretted his decision, almost screaming in horror.

and while he was battling a lost battle trying to defeat an invisible and impossible to contain force of population and pollution,

his smoked eyes latched onto a figure emerging from the corner of his smoked eyes.

he suddenly realised where he was. and it wasn't where he thought he was about two seconds ago.

leaf-less and life-less trees stood where he could swear was just an empty slightly orange and red sky a few milli moments ago  

the lake had turned from blue to a shade of green or was it still blue ?
he wasn't interested at all, so he just gave up reasoning in mid-process..

what difference does it make ?

but suddenly his mellowed mind  realised the threat, and his attitude changed from i-don't-really-give-a-**** to oh-****.

there was something else there too, and he, like a ******* cat- turned around just in time to see what it was,

and the time stood still. he couldn't believe his eyes.

it was    gandalf.

**** it. he was sure. ******* gandalf.
with a ******* stick, his beard and that grey whatever. gandalf.

he took a deep breath again. it didn't hurt as bad as before. maybe it was growing on him. he took another breath just to make sure it wasn't. it wasn't.


and as gandalf started becoming bigger and bigger, he could see his mighty white beard dancing in the wind more clearly. he could sense his aura radiating a wonderful positive force that was almost impossible to describe with a naked eye and with an F  in communication skills.

gandalf was finally a stone throw away from the boy. he could throw a stone at him. he could but he wouldn't. no, he thought about it but no. it wouldn't make sense. it was too insane of an idea too. he wasn't yet ready to accept his true human nature that enjoyed the absurdity of violence.

though he was a hard-core stoner.  ah irony and puns.


instead he took the more scenic route and almost mumbled " gandalf?! what?!?! "


it took the old white man a second to register but he managed a sudden " gand elf, what?!? "

it wasn't awkward yet. but it was india. so it kinda' was.

the boy almost trained in apologising professionally and profoundly, mumbled " oh, no.. I'm sorry.. I just.. you know.. there's this .. dude.. people do cosplays now.. and I was a little high... ahem.. I mean I was thinking.. I mean I saw.. you.. I mean, I swear you're looking like a ******* gandalf.. I mean gandalf ?!?! "


another gust of wind and they both frowned.

gandalf responded " who .. what the **** is gand elf ?!?!"


the boy " he was supposed to be a dwarf like something.. but he become a wizard and tall, you know .. fought a dragon.. and rode giant birds.. ?!?! "


not gandalf " what the **** are you talking about, what is wrong with you, you're not making any ******* sense and I, I'm .. hey, you see.. just saying, I'm very good at making sense, that all "


the boy " so you like a ******* teacher or a .. scientist?!? "


not gandalf? "ummm.. well you can say that.. something like that "


the boy " what do you mean, for all I know you could be a perverted ******* who also happens to wander the woods doing weird cosplays and killing people. "

not gandalf " the ****, kid ?! jeez.. simmer down.. that TV is insane, you guys ******* love it.. **** man.. I should have stopped that from happening... " and on went the strange man


the boy " wo.. wo.. whoa.. wait, you're talking like you better than us. stopped it ?, you got money to do that ? but you don't look like someone who can pull that kind of strings... I can imagine you more like pulling strings on a broken hand down guitar on some shady corner of an immaculate subway."


strange man not gandalf " well, in a way I am .. I am everything and everyone" he whispered..    a satisfying smile almost breaking out


the boy " the ******* mean ******* ?!? "

this was too much for the old man who was just having a walk and minding his own business

he whispered more angrily his time " oh you punk, you little punk I'll tell you! I'm ******* god, you **** .. yeah, **** it.. I'm not even kidding.. I'm ******* god, yeah!... **** it *****!. "


he took his hand and pointed to the sky and the clouds parted.


the boy couldn't believe his eyes, and almost suddenly the clouds began to form a shape.

he couldn't make it out at first, all he could see was that the old man who claimed to be a god, drawing something in the air.

he looked up and finally realised what it was.

God was drawing a giant duck in the sky.

and as he was staring up in a mixture of disbelief and horror,  the old man spoke loudly " that's you.. you sick ****.. it's your little duck. "


old-man-now-god-went on "... I mean it looks like a big duck 'cause you couldn't see it otherwise.. but drawing to ratio... it's your little duck.. and the whole world can see it now.. and they know it's small.. and not as big as it appears because it had to be big enough for everybody to see.. "


the boy was now going insane. anybody would. people just don't turn up, part clouds and draw ducks in the sky.. that doesn't even happen in movies.



the boy went on- a little horrified of what he had just witnessed " what kind of a god are you, I mean... what in the god's name was that ? how did you do it. ?"


God responded with squinty eyes " which part of i-am-a-*******-God did you not understand.. you.. you stupid mortal. "

from the depths of darkness a flicker of light emerged in the boy's mind, and he realised something very important..


the boy " hey, you can't be god, god won't ******* curse! he's god. " screaming cautiously at the stranger...


God had heard petty arguments and had gone through all that phase of  people taking some time to turn around and warm up to the idea of the literal god in front of them, he'd been over that all his life.

but this was the single dumbest thing he had ever heard since he made the decision to create the universe in a hurry.

God thought to himself " I should have paid more attention. meh. "

one more thing- the boy went on " why are you a he ? not a she ? I mean if you're a god why be ... I mean an old man with a stupid beard. why not somebody hot, and cool... and with a nice body and a face... slightly better... or maybe much better..  you get the point, right ? I mean.. you're god, right ? "

God just stood there and soaked in his own filth.

the boy went on hysterically " oh my... did you hear my answer even before I said it ? did you ? I mean can you ?... and did you ? or was it you that gave the answer.. 'cuz if you made the universe.. you made me too, right ?. "


God was annoyed. like really annoyed at this point and he blurted out " you think I made you ? you think one fine day I woke up and I thought to myself.. oh! I've created this beautiful but empty place full of darkness and the cold, spectacle of fire dancing in nothingness- breathing life in ***** of all kinds circling around the stars and what not.. and you think I was like 'what am I missing ?'... oh yes, right! I'm missing one ungrateful ******* snake with a little duck. "


the boy stunned " God ?!.. No, **** no! "

god almost curios " why would you say that. why did you even speak , why! "


the boy " my duck .. you know.. ain't that ... small. "



God almost smirking " shut up, *****. "


the boy " oh, yeah.. right you... really know how to abuse your own species. jeez. "


God " I didn't make you ... I ******* dropped my dope in the ocean once and you ******* things came out of it. "

he went on " I thought you'd die on your own but nah.. life's too nasty.. ugly and ... you know... it's.. admittedly... quite beautiful. "

time stood still as soon as he said that.

and it was a beautiful moment. both god and the boy trying not to turn red or cry.



" but the sad part is.. " God whispered with the love of a thousand cuddling pandas " you guys found me, I mean... oh my God! that brain thing really worked ... extraordinary! my subordinates tell me ... very expensive.. err... I mean to design... "


the boy " people work for you ? what ?! that's like.. you have a staff ?!.. weird. "


God " *****, i'm ******* god.. I don't have a staff.. I ******* make the staff. and no that's not even an iota of weird.. but you know what's weird ...truly weird, a fact so crazy that it'll blow your mind and give you enough wisdom to tear through the fabric of the world I've made and undiscover all its secrets, science and gossip?!  "


the boy was now as curious as a teenage boy in teenage, he replied " what?! tell me.. is it here on earth ?!"



God " yes, it is my child.. indeed it is! such joy!... and it is also right here where we stand. "


the boy's mind went into an overdrive.. maybe this was all his design.. the almighty has come to show him the path.. out of these woods he's lost in.... and also a path of divinity and happiness.. and also he had watched Bruce almighty a dozen times or so... he was ready.


almost in a poetic voice filled with a general sense of elation.. the boy asked god " tell me.. please what is it pleaseeee ? "


the god smiled, in a way only a father smiles to her new born daughter.. knowing she's going to be paid less, has to go through the cycle of being temporary insane every month ( or that's what female's had been telling him .. it doesn't matter.. you a guy.. you see a woman in pain.. you *******... that's 10 hours of her ******* the life out of you. and you still wouldn't be a good listener or attentive according to her even if you give up in the 9th hour.

the boys repeated desperately " what is it! I'd be a good boy but please tell me pleaseeee! "

and the god smiled. he smiled and pointed to him. " that there , that is it.. that ugly ******* little duck of yours. "


and immediately burst into a laughter more grandeur than any sound in the world. I mean right after radiohead but whatever.


the boy saw his finger and tried to trace it's path. and almost in a moment.. it was over.


he had lost it- he screamed at the creator " you think you can make fun of me 'cuz you a big guy ? you think you can make fun of me because you're the most powerful thing there is and can literally turn me into 50 hands and no ducks... just living life in pure agony.. " he trailed off looking a bit distant towards the ending..

God " jeez. kid. you don't have to be so dark and imaginative unnecessarily.. see, okay I'm sorry... I hurt your little heart...which by the way I have made and do own the materials to.. and that's why you're alive... basically all of you and everything.. now to think of it.. it does make me a big guy... or more than that... but that's not the point. "

he went on " the point is i should've known better... because you know I made it all.  even the concept of being better..  booom! blows your mind ain't it.. chuck it.. and the point is.. I should've known better, so I'm  sorry!.. you can tell people I said sorry but they're not 'gonna believe someone like you "


the boy " **** do you mean someone like me?! " back in his form


god " oh you know... someone with a small...... ******* duck !"

and the god fell down laughing hysterically and immediately as soon he said the words..

rolling all over the soft grass and the boy's face.


the boy had enough- he screamed " **** like you can spend two minutes being a human... who's to tell you didn't have a small duck and then just made yourself one big enough " his voice trailing in the wind


god hadn't been spoken like this since the invention of languages.. oh how much he despised languages..a ******* constant annoying noise in his head specially the bengali.. **** them.

God spoke back " oh, so you think being a snake is better than being the almighty ?! "


the boy " I'm not a snake.. I'm a human.. what school did you got to ? "

God " you can be a ******* rock for all I care ... just be nothing.. you know.. instead of being everything.. the idea of it... it's is rather.. you know... so beautiful. "


and at that moment the boy realised that even god wasn't immune to something that he didn't know.


the god " I'll do you a deal, you be two seconds in my place and I'll be two seconds in your place... and then we'll know.. I'll know the fear of being nothing and you can know the escatsy of being everything. deal dawg ?"


the boy " but.. like two seconds .. awful less of a time to enjoy any kind of escatsy "

God " running late, mate. "


the boy " okay okay.. let's do it "



God smiled a bit and immediately a giant light came down from the sky roaring with a thousand thunderstorms...

wind was growing stronger by the second and it was almost impossible to hear anything... or analyse anything for that matter...

God screamed at the boy " it's going to go in your *** and out of your mouth.. and your soul will be passed to mine.. "

the boy screamed back in oh-my-god-that-face horror barely making any coherent sense.


God rolling on the floor laughing
" jeez. I'm kidding you punk.... that face tho.. so woke.. so woke..."

it took some time but he picked himself back up and screamed at the boy " it's going to happen... three..two.. one.. " and boom


the boy felt what can only be described as the best ****** anybody has ever had.


the god felt like what can only be described as the hardest kick to the nuts in the history of universe.

two seconds after... bam! everything stood still.. like nothing had happened.


both stared at each other for a while..
God went first " so, ... ?! "


the boy " yeah. "


God " pretty tense...yeah.. *******.. I mean.. God!.. you guys are awful to be.. it *****.. I gotta' change that thing... you know... about people taking their own life... and going to hell... I get it... I mean..  yeah.. you know... like whatever."

God went on " how was yours. "

the boy " yea.. pretty chill.. ... "

God " that it, boy ?! "

the boy " yeah. .. mostly "


God " hmm.. woke.. woke... so were you clever enough to do something for yourself ? "

the boy " oh..yeah..pretty much.. nice cars and girls.. stuff.. " his voice cracking with a very refined i-don't-give-a-**** attitude


the wind was still now. butterflies were flying between the blooming flowers and singing AC/DC for some reason. it was pleasant.


god snapped his finger once and said " so.. yeah i should go now... apparently somebody's supposed to take a picture of me in the sky.. gotta flex up.. chow~ "


God snapped his finger a second time and lo behold!  like that he was gone ****!...


the boy stood still for a moment longer. he smiled and walked away.




(4 days later...)



god was in the alps...looking out of the large window wondering how dreadful it is to be human..  

and as he was crawling in and out of different dimensions he smelt something. something interesting.


it was alcohol. ( he's god so it's very easy for him to figure out such little things.)

so he went over the fancy bar and poured himself some *****.. " ah potatoes.. at least they turned out to be just right.." he thought out loud.

and then he proceeded to drink himself to death.. countless times. 'cuz he could do that. he was god.


over and over again. glass being neither full or half or even ******* empty.

drink after drink. and soon late enough he went into a deep slumber because of course god loves a good sleep. who doesn't ?


he slept through the entire life span of many insects and until the breaking dawn.

the first rays of the sun hit the mighty alps as well as the face of this almighty being on a white bed in a red hotel by a blue lake who had forgotten you do your own curtains in the human world.

his first thought was to destroy the sun- it took a lot to not lift his finger.

slowly but surely he regained his infinitum consciousness, and got in touch with the multi dimensional universes sprawling all over every  second in past and future simultaneously... but **** that 'cuz the head ache oh! so painful.. almost made him forgot he could just not want it and it won't happen.

God did not enjoy most human banalities.. but he did enjoy a rather a peculiar one...even more than drinking and kissing death. the one of peeing.

and he had to ***. bad.


God, with a hint of a smile lifted his finger and boom he was right by- where the deed is done in a civilised community. he imagined what would people think if they came to know why he's always more often than not a 'he' than a 'she'.

he was in his stark boxers, standing almost naked with a smile on his face enjoying the rush.

pink floyd started playing out of the thin air. an autumn's calm spread through the veins of this sudden universe. I kid you not, shahrukh khan was there with his arms wide open.

slowly the god began the almost holy ritual.

pull down the garment. admire. take it out. admire. do the deed, keep admiring. put it back. sigh. very well organised and neat.

so god took a deep breath, looked at the alps one more time, looked down with a smile on his face, and slowly pulled down the garment... his consciousness in a rush.

and then god screamed. there was a duck.
I don't think it's your average run of the mill tale. there should be more than what's meeting the eye usually.
shanika yrs May 2016
Sometimes life is feels a little piece of ****
Make me wants to throw the all the **** away
Yelled to calm ******* ocean or to mountain
Or else to a ******* shapeless cloud.
For a moment I am a non believer.
We can either stay sit,stand,sleep or walk
Many Times including this ******* time I ******* can't
stay up to any of it. I am ******* scared, might my sense of humor will lose sooner or later.
I couldn't laugh my ******* soul out to the Russell Peter
That dumb ****
****, if I say this public, I worry I ll be judged
Whenever I know this I stupidly try sound sophisticated sophomore.
Now I am in q ******* hospital, people this is a Srilankan hospital..more or less like a live hell.
My fqucking heart cries , **** ! it is in so much of ****** pain
Over the past eight years I ******* fall in love and then set a time bomb on my heart., and hilariously then my fuckself giving the trigger to some wonderful soul , my guardian of Angel , to my sweetheart. **** chemical
******* sodding God, well ******* infinite times !!!
You are biggest ***** I ever seen, inventing such a pathetic **** called life,for your ******* amusement.
Tell me why the **** on this ******* earth I should pray
I mean my mother is in hospital, yeah that freaking Sri Lankan hospital, where only you see ******* despair
And my sodding girl friend,the one ****** up all the ******* love in the boundaries of universe where we can see and put it all up on me for few ******* instants
What a man wants is simple , it is only *** and love. Hold your ******* thought , don’t blame me, call your ******* lord , God or whoever the superfuck or the nature who responsible for ingesting desires to human life and ask. While the satisfied you praying to God and showing the gratitude,
‘ Dear God , thank you for make me a women with a *****, I have infinite choices of men out there, who will follow me with an blink of eyes, for the taste of this ‘
This is not a ******* poem, This is the Poem
The poem of despair
The poem of frustration, the poem of resentment
Get the life, guts and nails simple, life is ******* simple if this ******* thing let us to be in single
But they don’t ! they ******* don’t , they messed up whole life and say ,life is complicated
I start writing this when I am in the hospital, while waiting my mother to discharge. The I came home with mother, came in threewheel ( *******, ******* vehicle invented by India)
That stupid thing broke in the middle and we walked rest of the way,

My mother - with a broken arm
Myself - with a broken heart

I called to a suicide prevention center , there ******* vision is ‘ we will listen, non judgmental’ . **** I called them , They simply don’t wanna listen any ******* of mine . ‘ Please go to your doctor, happy lady coming from wealthy background said me like that. I felt rather better to **** myself than try not to ****.

My sweetheart I ******* love you
My sweet life I love you too
I only had a little of my heart
You know how many of them
Pulled that time bomb's trigger
WhereverYouAre Mar 2018
Look at those mountains.
****** dreamy right? All blue and ****. Makes you wanna go there and hike it. well, We’re not goin. We don’t need to! Why? Cause we’re ******* there! You’re *** is standing on a mountain right now! It’s beautiful and unique and vast and ****! Mount Everest is 5 miles high! That’s ******* high! But you wanna know what else is high? Me! Because I’m standing on the ******* earth which is 24fuckingthousand8hundredfiftyfucking4 miles high! WOOOOOOOO!!!! Now, wait. This doesn’t LOOK like a ******* mountain! Where’s all the ****** trees and ****? The boulders and streams, where they at? They’re right here *****! The DEFINITION of a mountain is a large pile or quantity of **** and we deal with large piles and quantities of **** every DAY. We put up with quantities of ******* **** at home and at work and in our own ******* HEADS every. *******. day. So that means we’re on a ******* mountain 24/7. **** mountains. **** earth cause it’s the biggest ******* mountain of em all! But just cause it’s ******, that doesn’t mean ****! You don’t mean ****! You’re as ****** as this ******* mountain and that is ohfukingkay *****! Quit trippin! This ******* pebble IS that ******* mountain. This ******* sock IS that mountain IF you let it be the ******* mountain! YOU ARE THE ******* MOUNTAIN. Shut the **** up! The dirt ***** up a tree and the tree ***** up a carrot and you **** up the carrot eatin it and the earth will ******* back into that mountain! That mountain is ******* EVERYTHING. YOU ARE ******* EVERYTHING. **** that! I don’t see it! that’s because you ARE IT. You don’t SEE yourself! You’ve been a ******* mountain your whole ******* life but you’ve been hanging out with ******* pebbles! You’re not a ******* pebble, *****! You’re the whole ****** universe!
Effy Sky Dec 2014
IT ******* HURTS. IT ALWAYS ******* HURTS. I AM IN THIS ROOM DRY HEAVING BECAUSE IT ******* HURTS. I TOLD YOU I LOVED YOU THEN I ******* LEFT. I AM ALWAYS LEAVING THE PEOPLE I SHOULDN'T. IT ******* HURTS AND I CAN'T BREATHE BECAUSE I CAN HAVE YOU BUT I DON'T ******* WANT YOU. I DON'T WANT YOU TO HAVE TO DEAL WITH THE BIG ******* DISASTER THAT I AM. I WANT MORE FOR YOU THAN I WANT FOR MYSELF. IS THAT LOVE? I ******* LOVE YOU MORE THAN I WILL EVER LOVE MYSELF AND IT ******* HURTS. I AM FULL OF FEELINGS THAT I CAN'T ******* GET OUT. I KEEP ON REPLAYING OUR LAST WORDS TO ONE ANOTHER LIKE A ******* LOVE SONG IN MY HEAD. WE WERE NOT A ******* LOVE SONG AND WE WERE NOT ART AND WE WERE NOT BEAUTIFUL. WHAT WERE WE? WE WERE A ******* CATASTROPHE. WE WERE TRAGEDY. IT ******* HURT WHEN WE COLLIDED. I COLLAPSE IN AGONY BECAUSE THE THOUGHT OF YOU ******* HURTS. I FEEL MY BODY CRUMBLING FROM THE GRIEF LIKE A SOGGY CARD BOARD BOX LEFT IN THE RAIN. IT ******* HURTS SEEING YOUR SMILE SHATTER ON EVERY FLOOR, WALL, DOOR, WINDOW, AND MIRROR IN MY MIND. I AM RIPING MY SKIN TO SHREDS AND WRECKING THIS ROOM BUT THE THING THAT ******* HURTS IS YOU.

IT ******* HURT BEFORE WE CRASHED INTO EACH OTHER.
IT ******* HURT WHEN WE FELL IN LOVE.
AND IT ******* HURTS NOW THAT YOU'RE GONE.

It hurts.
It will always ******* hurt.
this will probably hurt like hell to read.
Miley Cyrus Jan 2015
I crave peace
security....
and i get annoyed....
i feel not understood
...my mind is so ******* overwhelmed
...but projects not ****
its so mother *******
afraid of who knows ******* what
...i sit here like a ******* doll
with my Mom yelling in my ear
as insecurity
those annoying *** voices...
continue to say your nothing
your nothing because your not good enough
...for this person
he wont think your hot
your not good enough
....i think you should be more like this ****** up person
...all it does is degrade me
...tell me im nothing
.....tell me im something according to society
...then ******* deceit me
its like what am i...
who am i
what have i become
....what do i truly value
...who the **** am i
...im a wreck
a ******* train crash
dead...
and its like
i crave identity and security so much
im willing to find it in a matter of seconds
...its like i have no sense of patience in that field
its like ive been sad
...crying internally
totally hiding it
....insecure with myself
angry
...but in denial
completely in denial
about my entire existence
its like i dont want to admit to the person that i am
...my mind craves more
it doesnt crave real
its a ******* ***** i tell a ******* bith
a real pai in the ***
im tired of giving a **** about what others think about me
im tired of giving a **** about anything
im tired of being so annoyed and in denial about myself
its like i want to ******* scream
its like im trapped
trapped
and i feel obligated to stay trapped
..because im me
and because society and ppl
and like im not one to like to make others feel bad
....but like im so tired
its a ******* pain
making each and every day a task
...to mask the real me
and try and build this facade
impress evry ******* person i meet
...like its such a ******* task
every ******* day
for the past years
..its fustrating
i look at miley and demi and avril
then i look at me....
and i know that security and complete you...is possible
but its like...
who wants to sit sad
be ******* sad for a day, for weeks, for months
even years
like...
not me
im so tired and sick
and im done tryig to be what everyone else wants
....im done scrolling down my feed
and only seeing wrong
seeing wrong in me
and opportunities to change me
im tired of the negativity
and i refuse to live a day i jealousy, or in envy of some white, blonde *****
...i refuse
i refuse
...but also i fear
meaning i have no faith
my faith is in my mind
its coming out through my mouth
but its not their
its non existant
it wants to be their so ******* badly
but its not
its like i want to command my heart to believe
...but thats not possible
i cant command myself to die can i....
i mean.....
Danielle Freese Nov 2014
I ******* need you. I need you more than I've ever needed anything in my entire life and I know staying with you even though you're in love with morgan will hurt me like a ***** every single ******* day, but I can't be without you, I can't. I can't ******* be without you. I just hope that you will try and that I can help you try to get over her, and that eventually you will. Even if it will take years. You're my world. I'm so in love with you. I don't know what else to do. You're all I have. You're all I want. I've never tried so ******* ******* a guy before in my entire life, and I'm not going to just going to throw that away. I can't be without you. I don't know if I can do this, I don't know if I will be able to do this, but I know that I can't be without you. I just can't. We have been through too much. And right now my goal, my only goal, is to help you get over her, so you can stop hurting, and so that you can be in love with me, the kind of love where you know you're in love with me. Not just thinking you are. I don't ever want to stop being your girlfriend. I really don't. You are my life. You've been my life for the past 10 months, almost a year now. And I know this makes me sound crazy, I know it does, but I don't ever want to stop being your girlfriend, with the exception of me becoming more than that. I love you. I love you so ******* much and I'm going to continue to ******* say it for I love you as long as I feel the need to I love you because I feel I love you the need to tell you I love you every second I love you of every ******* day and I've never I love you felt that way before about anyone. I just hope that you still want to be with me, even though I'm so crazy. And I'm sorry. But I seriously can't lose you... I refuse to lose you unless you absolutely want to break up with me, because I don't want to be crazy and make you stay with me. God I already sound crazy. I don't know what to do Lorenzo. I'm saying what I'm thinking and what I'm feeling but I'm scared it's going to make you think I'm crazier than you already think I am and that you won't want to be with me, but I don't want this to be another note in my phone that I don't send you. I love you. I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you im sorry I'm crazy my fingers just couldn't stop typing it because I just couldn't stop thinking it. I'm so paranoid. I just want to be with you. Just you and me loving eachother and no one else. I want that. I want happiness for both of us. I love you I love you. God I meant to stop typing this so ******* long ago and even though I'm doing this a text I might just email it to you because I know your phone will probably just keep vibrating all night because of all my parts of this message coming in. I'm sorry for typing so much there is just so much on my mind and I'm so sad and I can't sleep and I want you here so badly and I want you to tell me that you love me and I want you to hold me and kiss me and make cute noises when you look at me and I want you to lay on my tummy and just I don't know I feel that if I put my phone down and stop typing that you're so far away from me, but I feel that if I keep typing in close to you and like I'm talking to you even though I'm only writing a message to you, and not having a conversation. And then again I'm sorry this is so ******* long because I know how much you hate long things like this because you don't want to read them, but I really really really hope you read this. Or at least skim through it really fast, I don't know. Like I don't know why I'm even typing out instruction type things for how could read it when this is the end of the message, or maybe it's the middle, I don't know how much longer I can keep going but I feel like I can keep talking to you forever. But anyways why am I telling you that now when I'm not even sure if you will be reading this far? I love you so ******* much. I don't know how to explain it. I know I've said all of these things before but you know me better than anyone in the entire world, I've told you things that no one in the entire universe knows but you. And I love you. I wouldn't be typing all this out if I didn't love you so much. I know I really don't need to say it, because I know that you know that I love you, but I really just can't stop thinking it. I can't stop thinking it and I'm just typing down whatever comes to mind. I just want to spend time with you. I want to talk to you and cuddle and just hang out without any shows playing, I want to play batty cake with you and take pictures with you and I want to cook with you and make forts with you and I know how much you hate cheesy stuff like that by I like it because it makes me feel loved. I love you. I love you so ******* much and I'm sorry I'm saying it again but like I said I can't stop. I really can't. I have no idea how much more room I have in this message, but I promise I will at least try to stop once I can't put any more characters into this chat box. I'm already at 5183 characters, and I'm sorry this is so ******* long and that I'm repeating myself so ******* much but I want you here and I want to be there and I want us to be happy and I want to work as a couple for a really long time. And I want us to be a couple for a really long time, or at least for until we don't want to be anymore, but I can't think of when I wouldn't want to be. Talking to tonight about the kaylee thing and just talking tonight in general made me feel like we took a step forward in our relationship and that we got even closer than we were before, and we were already pretty close, but then this whole thing came up and I just don't know what to do. I want everything to be back to normal, I want us to be happy I want us to hang out everyday and I want you to tell me that you're in love with me. I know I'm crazy. I'm seriously so crazy, but I'm only crazy for you. I care so ******* much and I want to be cared about back and I want to be told I love you by you and I want to live with you as soon as we are able to and I want you here right now. I love you so ******* much. So ******* much and I'm so ******* broken now and I hope I don't die in m sleep if a broken heart because I want you here so ******* badly and I'm going to hold captain tyeddy beat all night and just cuddle him and cry myself to sleep and try my hardest to get out of bed in the morning, and maybe I will ditch school and walk to your house, because you're worth walking to. I'm sorry if some of this stuff doesn't make sense im getting tireder and tireder and I'm still so sad just please love me, I want you to love me and I want you to be happy and I want to be with you and I can do this even though it's gonna hurt I believe you can get over her if you really try. I believe that you can. I want to help you and I want you to be mine and I want to be yours and I'm so sorry I just don't want to stop typing this because I feel like I'm talking to you and I feel like if I stop that I will have lost you and I know I've said that already but I mean it and I'm so paranoid. I don't know what to do. I can't stop typing but I'm so tired and my eyes are so ******* swollen that I can barely see but I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you so much. Your my prince and I'm your princess. I love you. I love you I love you. I'm going to send this now, I hope you get it. I don't know. I'm going to send it as a text and an email just in case you can't get it on your phone because it is too long and I'm sorry about that. I love you so much I love you so much. Please reply when you get this and I'm coming over tomorrow to hang out with you as soon as I possibly can. I love you. You're my everything. **** I keep saying my goodbyes but I can't stop typing. I'm sorry... I will send it now. I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you and I'm sorry that I'm crazy, I love you.
Hell is by my ******* side
The wrath I feel goes ******* deep
Not a ******* soul feels like I do
Would their ******* shoes be  worn the **** out?
Not much love I ******* feel
All there is inside this ******* black heart - ******* hate!
So much ******* pain
I want to ******* fight, I want to ******* ****
What the **** would that be like?
A  ******* course that wouldn't much like me
I'm a ******* punk *** *****
I obey the system to a ******* degree
But how much I want to ******* ****** you
You ******* took away my ******* beauty
Now all I ******* feel like is a piece of ******* ****
Jude kyrie Oct 2016
I am not sure when I started hating women.
I am not sure if I hate all women
Or just ******* Meg.
I know it was after Meg married me.
But that ***** doesn't count as a woman.
She didn't need a ******* husband.
She should have bought a dog.

Pulling me around to show to her boring
****** friends when I wanted to watch
the ******* play offs.

Would you like a cup of tea
And some ******* bunt cake Harry.
No I ******* would not.
I could **** a ******* cheeseburger
With the works and a pitcher of bud.

He seems kinda quiet Meg
You two doing alright.?
Yeah she said smiling
He's pouting because the games on
He's being trained.
Trained for ***** sake.

I looked at her sweet face
and her ***** figure.
And I gave a bollocking to little Harry.
For being such a *******
and marrying her.
After all I reasoned to him
Who needs to buy the cow
When I get the milk for free.

But that little guy had a mind of his own.
Now ten months ago I tied a ******* knot
With my tongue
I can't undo with my teeth.

What a ******* ***** she turned out
She deals out two meals
**** and more ****.
She knows when I am at the end of
my ******* string.
Then she  is sweet to little Harry
And I he pulls me along for the ride.
So to speak.

The ******* fights
The neighbors banging in the wall.
The condo committee *******
Your infracting clause
six hundred and ******* forty one
Sub ******* paragraph three point ******* one.
The right of quiet enjoyment.

I think **** it I could use some quiet enjoyment.
But no hope of that with this *****.
Boy that ******* bra of hers is filled with
a set of lungs.
She never used bad language
When we dated.
But that was before
I came the useless *****.
And the bone idle *******.

For a couple of months now
She started bashing me
In our barneys.
She packs a ******* good Mike Tyson
With that left hook of hers.
Get up you big ***** she yells.
Put your big girl ******* on and fight.
It was only a ******* love tap.
I'm just glad she wasn't
******* mad at me then..

But

Sometimes when the moon is shining
In our bedroom she turns to me
And runs her fingers through my hair.
And kisses me softly like when we just dating.
Her full soft breast press against my bare chest.
I look into her beautiful face
And kiss her deeply.
She says I love you Harry
Your my boy.
******* weird
I say I love you too Meg darling
And I ******* well mean it.

And she takes me softly
And I have tears in my eyes
At her gentleness
Go ******* figure.
I don't ask for much, I only want your trust,
And you know it don't come easy.
And this love of mine keeps growing all the time,
And you know it don't come easy.
Ringo Star Song
Selina Lin Mar 28
don't ******* text your friends while
you're ******* driving and now
i'm this close to throwing your phone
out the window and into the highway so
put your phone down because
i'm trying to talk to you
and right now i'm trying to ******* say
that you shouldn't ******* text your friends
when you're behind the wheel
because you can crash and **** someone
and you're important to me
and i don't ******* want you or me to die
and if you're important to me then
i'm willing to spend my ******* time on you
and when i spend my time on someone
i'm pretty much just spending my ******* money
and you already know that most of the time
i don't have any ******* money and if i did
i would be spending that money on sunshine
and time to try and make us happier so
if you don't like what i have to offer
then i'm telling you to say ******* to my offer
and to stop being a coward and
to tell me how you really feel or
just get the hell out of here because
if you're wasting my money already
i refuse to let you waste my ******* time because
i've already spent years wasted on you
but you won't ******* love me back
the way i ******* love you and
instead every single time when
i want to leave you just have to pull me back
because you think that it's a great
decision to drag me along to
all of your ******* adventures with
all of your ******* friends and
all of your ******* boyfriends only
to ******* tell me that i never
really stood a chance with you
and that you just want us to be friends
but clearly you don't even understand how
to ******* be friends with someone
because if you ******* did you would be
talking to me in the car right now
and not texting your friends and
flirting with me nonstop and
i wouldn't have to be ******* remind you
how ******* dangerous it is
to text and drive.
mj Nov 2014
"I love you don't do this to yourself Meghan please I love you too much to let you go"

WELL ******* YOU ******* **** YOU LEFT I ******* HATE YOU BUT I ******* LOVE YOU. STOP ******* WITH MY HEAD. **** NICOLE. PICK ME YOU ******* . YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE TO CHOOSE BETWEEN ME AND HER. YOU PROMISED ME FOREVER AND YOU ******* LIED. I SHOULD HAVE SEEN THIS COMING. I SHOULD HAVE SEEN THIS COMING I ******* CANT STAND YOU STOP IT NOW I HATE YOU. YOU FIXED ME AND THEN TORE MY ******* HEART OUT AND SMASHED IT ON THE CONCRETE. AND ALL I CAN DO IS STAND BACK UP AND LOOK YOU IN THOSE HAZEL BLUE EYES AND SAY THAT I LOVE YOU ANYWAYS BECAUSE YOU ARE MY ******* WORLD. ALL THAT TOUCHING AND ALL THOSE KISSES THEY WERE **** TO YOU. WHEREAS I TOOK THEM ALL TO ******* HEART.
I PUSHED YOU PULLED
I CRIED YOU HELD ME
I BLED YOU KISSED
I FAUGHT YOU SMILED
I BROKE YOU FIXED
I WAS AT MY WORST AND YOU STAYED AND YOU SAW ME AT A HORRIBLE TIME IN MY LIFE YET YOU STILL HAD THE DECENCY TO CALL ME BEAUTIFUL. WELL ******* AND YOUR SECRETIVE TONGUE I HATE IT ALL BUT I LOVE IT I HATE YOUR SMILE I HATE YOUR VOICE I HATE WHEN YOU TELL ME YOU LOVE ME I HATE IT NO I LOVE IT. OH GOD **** ME NOW BECAUSE I CANT CHOOSE AND ITS ******* ME UP I CANT TAKE THIS.
I HAVE ******* CUTS ON MY SKIN AND THAT RAZOR HAS SHOWN ME MORE ******* LOVE THAN YOU EVER HAVE. I HATE THIS I HATE KNOWING SHE GOT IN THE WAY OF OUR "FOREVER". I HATE HER AND I WANT TO SLIT HER THROAT BUT I KNOW THAT THAT WILL ONLY HURT YOU SO I WONT TOUCH HER. I DON'T KNOW WHAT I AM GOING TO DO ANYMORE. ALL MY FRIENDS TELL ME I SHOULD MOVE ON BUT NO ******* WAY. I COULD NEVER EVER ******* GIVE UP. I EVEN TOLD MY FRIEND:
" I love him like I've never been burned. Like I've never been hurt. I will always love him like he never affected me. He ******* burns me down but I happened to fall in love with the flame. I have so much left to give to him. For him. I'm not going to give up because that shows him I don't care and it shows I never cared. I'm going to risk it all because those who don't risk everything never wanted it in the first place. I'm gonna give it all I got. I will love him like I ran through ******* fire. I will love him forever. Like I never loved anyone else. I will love him like I've never heard a lie and like I am falling for him for the first time. And nothing, not even he, can change this feeling. He tried to take his own life because he cheated on me. Regardless of whether he cheated on me or not, I am still in love with him, more than I care to admit."
AND ITS SO TRUE I CANT GIVE UP ON YOU AND NOT GIVING UP IS KILLING ME ALIVE. I FEEL NOTHING BUT PAIN. I DON'T LIGHT UP LIKE FIREWORKS WHEN I GET A MESSAGE FROM YOU, INSTEAD, I LOSE ALL COMPOSURE AND MY HEART SKIPS BEATS UNNECESSARILY AND I INSTANTLY START CRYING BECAUSE ITS A DEFINITE YES THAT YOU ARE ALIVE. AND I HATE THIS I ******* HATE CONSTANTLY LIVING WITH THE FEAR OF KNOWING I CANT DO ANYTHING BUT LET YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I ******* LOVE YOU. BUT EVEN THAT ISN'T GOOD ENOUGH SO I'M ONLY GOING TO SIT AND CRY AND READ SAPPY LOVE POEMS ABOUT BOYS WHO WILL NEVER CARE WRITTEN BY PEOPLE WHO ARE HOLDING ONTO THE SAME DESIRE THAT I AM, THE DESIRE THAT THEIR BOY WILL TURN AROUND AND LOVE THEM IN RETURN. SO ******* AND I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU, YOU *******.

//
{m.j.}
Moe Jun 2014
I REMEMBER WHAT MARCH WAS LIKE WITH THE WEATHER CHANGING AND THE LEAVES GROWING
AND THE SUN SHINNING
AND  THE ******* SUN SHINNING.
AND YOU, MY GOD THE WAY YOU LOOKED IN THE SHINNING SUN STANDING UNDERNEATH THAT ******* TREE,
UNDER THAT GOD ****** TREE.
AND I REMEMBER WHAT FALLING IN LOVE FELT LIKE IN SPRING BECAUSE YOU HAD MY HEART IN YOUR HANDS,
GRASPED IN YOUR ******* HANDS.
AND YOU HELD IT OVER YOUR ******* HEAD AND I THOUGHT THAT YOU WERE DOING IT BECAUSE YOU PROUD,
OH GOD WAS I SO ******* PROUD.
AND I REMEMBER THE BEGINNING OF APRIL WHEN YOU STARTED HURTING YOURSELF AGAIN AND YOU SAID IT WAS BECAUSE YOU MISSED HER AND **** THAT HURT,
THAT ******* HURT.
I TRIED SO ******* HARD TO REMIND YOU THAT IT WASN'T YOUR FAULT THAT SHE WAS GONE AND THAT HER DEATH HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THE LOVE YOU HAD FOR HER,
NOTHING TO DO WITH IT.
I TRIED SO ******* HARD TO SHOW YOU THAT IF YOU JUST LET ME HOLD YOUR STUPID ******* HAND THAT I COULD MEND YOUR SHATTERED PIECES TOGETHER BUT YOU COULDN'T ******* LET ME DO THAT COULD YOU?
YOU JUST ******* COULDN'T.
ALL I WANTED WAS FOR YOU TO LOVE ME THE WAY THAT I LOVED YOU BUT YOU ******* LEFT
AND I STILL DON'T KNOW WHY YOU DID THAT.
(WHY'D YOU ******* LEAVE)
ALL I WANTED WAS FOR YOU TO ******* STAY
(PLEASE ******* STAY)
AND TRY BUT YOU COULDN'T EVEN ADMIT TO YOURSELF THAT YOU DESERVED ME AND I DON'T ******* UNDERSTAND WHY YOU COULDN'T JUST GIVE IN FOR ONCE.
WHEN YOU LEFT, YOU THREW MY ******* HEART INTO THE ******* MUD
INTO THE GOD ****** MUD
AND MY GOD DID THAT ******* HURT.
BUT I SWEAR IF YOU CAME BACK ID PICK IT UP, WIPE IT OFF AND IT BACK TO YOU ONCE MORE.
I need her.
Adam Burke Mar 2014
**** it.
It doesn't matter.
Never mind.
Who gives a ****?
Go **** yourself.

You can't ******* write.
You've never been able to dance.
They don't ******* love you.
Paint well for a change.
Why do you care?

Gays are unnatural.
Your clothes ******* ****.
Conforming is for fuckwits.
So conform as non-fuckwits.
Which ******* way is up again?

I wish I was never born!
I hate people!
Existence ******* *****!
You're ******* wrong!
These aren't your ******* statements.

Minority rules.
Majority rules.
I rule.
God rules.
Nobody ******* rules, okay!?

He's singing what I feel.
Sing it yourself.
Only the artist knows it's real meaning.
So it has no ******* meaning.
Art has no ******* meaning.

Explicit ******* content.
Expression of opinions.
Hide from the young.
Hide from the old.
Just ******* hide.

Ignorant ******* people.
Complacent ******* saints.
Annoying ******* generations.
Inanimate ******* rejects.
All better off without this ****.

**** it.
It doesn't matter.
Never mind.
Who gives a ****?
Go **** yourself.
fairlyfreaksome Jul 2015
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