"fucktard" poems
Know where
There is absolutely know where I can go
Without you following me
Without you watching me
I'm never ******* good enough you *****
You want to see everything I do
**** you
You want to know everything I think
Get the **** away you ******* ********
Privacy is not it your vocabulary
GET A ******* DICTIONARY
Anything I say
Is wrong
Whatever I do
Is wrong
You want my grades up
But you don't want me to study
You want me to talk more
But only when you feel like listening
You want me to spend time with you
But when I do
You call me selfish, self-centered and lazy
So I stay in my room
And you say I'm isolating my self
You want to know everything I
Post
Tweet
Write
Say
And do
You say it your right
WELL *****
I HAVE RIGHTS TOO
You tell me
I don't have to say 'I love you'
To people I don't love
And yet
You force me to say it to you
Telling me that I in fact DO love you
***** when did I tell you that?
You tell me I can make my own decisions
Do what I want
Because its my own life
But you seem more interested in it
Than I am
I just want you to leave me the **** alone
Please
You create so much pain in my life
And you will forever create more
You don't need to know everything
You CAN'T know everything
And I swear to whatever ******* ****** *** god you believe in
You won't ever know everything
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 8:45 PM UTC
I don’t want to know about your ex
Don’t want to know about your daddy
Or your ******** coworkers or customers
Or your catty friends
Stop
Tonight begins the future
Some believe a wall against your back
Creates desperation
But it can also spark urgency
Clear the phlegm of memory
It can protect
Your vulnerabilities
Focus your vision
When getting jumped
First thing you scan for is a car or wall
The fists and kicks might ****** down
From everywhere like stony blizzards
But the pain is peripheral
Not ethereal
You’ll have a chance to dodge and block
Stop
Tonight begins the future
A future empty of splinters/thorns/shards
Of muscle aches, fatigue, or tremors
Of gooey *** tar heroine, clunky *****
Dismembered torsos, sliced ears, dangling eyes
Red **** and blacker kisses
In turn I won’t burden you
With my ********
Won’t convert you into an airport carousel
I won’t unload
My unkempt baggage
Upon your frail façade
Turning turning turning
In circles
As weary passengers shuffle
To and fro
Frantically
Beneath buzzing phosphorescent
Stop
Tonight begins the future
Open and free
Like air over mountains
Like clocks un-tocked
Like silence hovering around the corner
A seed buried in ****** soil
A dream light has yet to touch
Tonight begins our future
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 5:53 PM UTC
wow.
that was the wrong thing to say to me,
*******
whining at me
and telling me to amuse you
because you're bored
is the last thing
you'd ever
want to say to me,
trust me.
that's the quickest way
of making sure
i will be no where in sight
when you come looking
i am not
a game
don't push me around
trying to feel out my buttons
i am not
a toy
to play with.
....you want something to play with?
play with yourself,
********
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 10:40 PM UTC
Tell me you did not know
that you would tear the life out of me,
rip it to shreds piece by piece
before my very eyes
that your memory would claw at my lungs,
***** every gasp I tried to take,
and fill each breath with the taste of your skin
that you were the only one to see a light in me
and now I'm groping in the dark.
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 12:12 PM UTC
it feels less pathological
writing about / in a family environment
when so many familial niches
basically **** up;
sounds a bit like: 'oh look 'ere,
'ere comes bozo the didgeridoo ********
with stories swelling with
only a memory of a single night
in philadephia, all else a marathon
of egoism exploding spontaneously
just in order to keep it up,'
survive the competitive race of dying an
old man, and saying old age isn't
what the slavic maxim states -
starość nie radość (old age isn't happiness) -
seriously, if it was so much about ******
encounters, and cockerel cigars
with a reversal of mouths stuffing pretty
***** sunshine i'd tell you
that the worst combination of theory
came with freudian darwinism - the plague
paralleled with 20th century's dictatorial atheism.
LEARN TO PET ANIMALS BEFORE ATTEMPTING
TO RAISE CHILDREN BOZO!
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 7:55 PM UTC
Ignore the demons.
Remember that you did well,
Tell the demons to shut up.
You'rekayyou'reokayyou'reokay
Don't let anyone see you like this.
Plaster that smile
Be "happy."
Let the tears and blood fall in the showers
Let the freezing water mix with your warm tears,
Let the demons out of their cage.
Cause I'm not okay, I promise.
You couldve done better. Put more effort.
Stay up late. Study more.
Do so much more...
You're an idiot how did you even get into one of the schools?
Hah must have been a pity letter.
I ****
I should've done better.
I could've done better.
That school? Seriously?
What are you, stupid?
Why, in fact I am.
My brain is mush and I didn't try hard enough to mold that stupid piece of **** into something comprehendable and usable.
Ishouldhaveishouldhaveishouldhave
****
You are terrible and unusuable,
Nothing to those school,
Youre a ******* stupid ******** who is nothing.
Nothing worth looking at or inviting to a school.
A lil piece of ****
Go join the other pieces of **** over there,
Yeah?
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 4:17 PM UTC
wow
ok
well
i guess
i'm not going to stick up for you anymore
you really gonna let some
*******
lightning-pole
stuck up their rear
********
put me on blast
like that?
and not say anything?
all i've ever done
is take care of you
beat off the *********
that tried to make fun of you
told you
how much i adored you
and you really just sat there
and let me deal with that
by myself?
i guess i
know better now.
have fun
beating off all those guys
i held at bay...
i can't believe i defended you....through everything
and this is how i'm
repaid.
Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 11:07 PM UTC
when excavating demons you excessively salivate; and then become self-conscious asking for a hanky to sniff into.
a simplicity of language
beckons death to be nearing -
and if not taking
then vainly empowering -
lost in a photograph,
to no of the two claims' avail -
no wolf ****** what the she
already does; oh come on,
here the man, here the Zeus ****
cos' that's what it loos like!
******** the **** of a cow to get the cool.
you missing a ******* from the Albert Hall?
huh?! ****** let me chisel one into
your ******** so i can feel the proper rattle.
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 11:18 PM UTC
And so I might've said
Goodbye a million times,
And so I might've sighed
And given up more than once.
And so I might've typed a lot,
Words that tell the truth,
None seen correctly
Always the spur of youth.
And so I might've said I'm done.
And so I might've lied.
And so I might've said I'm fine
Then cried a million times.
But I'm still here.
And I still ache.
And I still say so.
And I'm sorry.
And I can't put off
The urge to end
Because it's a part of me
That never makes me pretend
That even if I want others to live
I don't want to fend
And so I can't put off
The urge to end.
And so I say I'm sorry
Without an end
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 2:18 PM UTC