"fuckity" poems
Go **** Yourself,
because I never will again.
Remember when I did though.
Remember all of it.
Remember my mouth, and how
good I am down south.
I hope you remember how
good it felt to
sexually assault me
Because for you
I will remain your Frustrated
Wankstain of a memory
I will remain a dream
you stole on borrowed time.
Because you definitely didn't deserve mine, or
me.
I currently feel **So ******* Free**
Truth is:
We accept the love we think we deserve
*and you were ******* greedy*
and I am ****** glorious**
So, from now on, I'm gonna go ahead and use my love
on those who deserve it; including myself.
Fuckity-Bye, you abusive, manipulative, selfish arsewipe.
Have fun ******* yourself,
knowing that I did it better.
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 3:14 PM UTC
how do you say **** you to the world without admitting you are giving up. **** **** fuckity. I know I am classy. Lady like. So put together, but ironically I know who I am and this will un- cluster **** itself eventually. I am okay, but seriously universe what are you trying to prove? So again i ask, how so you say **** you world without admitting you gave something up? A little bit of hope, of innocence, of faith in something. But I have given something up. so I suppose I should able to express my loss however makes me feel better.
*you dont say **** you to the world without admitting you have given up on something.*
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 2:31 AM UTC
Mother ******
Mother ******
******* **** you
Mother ******
You ****** my mother
You Mother ******
I ought to **** you
You ******* ******
Dearest ******
Of my mother
I’m ******* ******
If you don’t smother
Me with *****
You fuckity ******
**** your face
You lucky ******
****
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 3:24 AM UTC
Destroyed in seconds
Cremation of Creation.
My Gut ACHES
So many cuts
so many stitches
Wee hours of my life
down the drain
I aM ****** up
I hurt bad
My ******* iron
burned insane
killed my new creation
now it is lame
fuckity **** ****
my return to the sewing world
needs some luck
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 10:30 AM UTC
Today I'm struggling
My head is spinning
My eyes are leaking
******* HORMONES
******* FRUCKING FOOKING FUCKITY ****
I want to **** myself
I want to smash things up and swear and stomp and cry and and and and and I WANT TO ******* GO HOME
**** THESE SYNTHETIC HORMONES
I'm done with this
So
done
Let me go
Nothing is working
Nobody gives a **** anyway
Get a new person to do my ****** job
Get someone who knows what they're doing
Get someone who isn't ******* FULL OF SYNTHETIC HORMONES
****
>___<
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 8:42 PM UTC
blab fuckity **** **** gab
buncha tryin to be some-
thing real or whole
x-press(ion) squeezing pleads
into hypnotic hymnal
humming breathe
up my thighs
now, not numb
but tingling throes
I feel all the
nothings winking
at everything con-
tained therein
and I squirm
toward the right
where it
overflowed
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 10:59 PM UTC
Whisper she said as her lids grew heavy, as the day ended and her bed beconed.
"Don't let them know" was what she said, in Orwellian terms still a rebel redhead!
Whisper oh whisper! So no other hears and steals you words and enslaves your dreams.
A rallying cry at 00.01 as her eylids closed and she snuggled down.
A rebel at heart and a heart all her own, memories of her when I was young. The Mary Quant of our local pub an Icon of my wasted youth.
A lifetime ago, well maybe half and then one day there she was! Sat listening to a guy on gutiar, no mistaking it was her.
At the end of the night they left together, double denim man and Suzie the stranger.
I thought that would be the last I would see of a face I had always wanted to kiss.
Now fate and fortune never steered my path until one night I was in the Cavern.
Then like a muse that teased your very soul, there she was with double denim man oh fuckity ****
Shunted and shifted from club to club then there for a moment she was all alone.
We spoke and laughed and had both had enough and somehow her lips seemed to scream
"Kiss me now!"
Only a fool would have refused that chance so I kissed her and imagined we were 20 again.
Lips parted, not awkward,
but should I have kissed?
It was double denims woman and I had stolen a kiss!
So Whisper now as I whispered then. When I stole a kiss or was it given away.
Only you would know which, but
I wish I had kissed you again and again.
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 8:14 PM UTC