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Poetic T Apr 2015
I don't do it for pleasure or
Frustration more, to those
******* I try to ignore, *****
About me behind my back
**** are you that bored.

**** if you wanted to know the
**** about me, the manure that
Goes though your mouth smells
Worse than your breath like you
**** that comes from orifice you
Call a mouth.

******* get a life, what ever makes
You happy ******* and leave me
Out your messed up life. That you
Choose to **** around with someone
Else's life, makes you a moaning
***** through out your life.

******* that should know better
Than to use that thing called a mouth,
******* get a life or I swear you'll
Hear worse than this come out my mouth.
I wrote this when I was mad at someone
We sat there in a group a circle of freaks with a doctor more ****** up than all of us put together on  the side.
So John anything you care to share today ?

I paid little or no attention to the ******* rattling off about feelings or all that other **** I truly could give a **** less about .
I was in this asylum and that was ******* embarrassing enough .

John?

realizing this paid babysitter for the insane wasnt going to leave me the **** alone untill I said something or told him the voices in my head were telling me to buy a hand gun and do a little spring cleaning .

I replied .
Yeah Doc I'm good not really feeling like sharing or talking or giving my opinion about crazy Larry's compliant about the martians trying to speak to him through the microwave okay.

John we try not to joke about are fellow residents .
Yeah whats not to joke about we got people in here who talk to walls and write letters with there **** okay!, Sad part is they spell way better than me for **** sake Deny here is scared of cats and I tell you I never trust a man who's scared of ***** alright .

John tell me about Gonzo.

Is this a ******* joke doc ?
I asked half ready to flip the **** out yet considering ****** would probably be frowned upon when it came to me getting out of the nuthouse.

Alright doc what the hell do you want to know?

Well is he a separate personality from you ?
No ******* it's me okay you ever hear of a nickname I'm sure your wife has one for you like needle **** the bug ****** .

The doc looked at me like well he looked at me like a guy who went ape **** and got locked in a nuthouse .
John is humor how you keep people out from knowing the true you?

No doc it's how I deal with the *******  who ask me stupid questions like that.
I sense you don't like me asking you questions.

Oh doc it's not that honestly you see I hate life right now and being locked up surrounded by dipshits who think a wild night is getting a extra graham ******* before night night time well it's kind of ******* lame okay that and I want a ******* drink and maybe a piece of *** okay!
Not from the doctor that is get your minds out of the gutter hamsters cant you see I'm using humor to be serious  here?

Yeah I know who gives a **** now enough with the foreplay kids.

Mr Robbins can you please re-frame from using vulgarity .
Can you believe this guy ? , Or the fact I can spell vulgarity and who said nothing good comes from a nervous breakdown .

I took a moment to look deep inside I saw a forest  and other pretty gay **** I'm kidding it was more like a brothel and Disney land combined  minus that hot duck with heels but enough about Selena Gomez.

Before the doc could say anymore stupid **** that would probably land me spending the rest of my life sharing a room with a guy that enjoyed making wine from his toilet I had to unleash a rant from hell and put a end to this this **** fest of a write cause it's happy hour and the drinks are a calling kids.


Look doc I'm going to tell you  like this.
Yeah sure I went a little a little nuts tried to **** somebody took one to many pills drank a little to much parked a car in the bar hey what can I say least when i woke up I didn't have far to go for cocktail in the morning.

But all the **** aside were all ******* nuts in this life hell there's more dudes and chicks sitting at home just building up pressure waiting to off one another like some bad mafia movie .

Yeah more ******* blood has been shed over that ******* word love than I can write about .

Yeah ******* I can sit here talk about about my Godammed feelings let me tell you what I'm feeling some of those good drugs that nurse with the great **** is handing out .
Her and me and some time alone that's what I'm ******* feeling sure it's just some cheap thrills and some ***** hot *** but hey thats about as wholesome as apple pie and ******* baseball pal.

So if your done with your stupid as questions I'm going to get the **** out of here hit on that nurse make her laugh and get shot down and probably go practice some self love alright amigo .

And let me also point out look how about some better mags in this place hey you ever tried to ******* to better homes and gardens?.
Yeah talk about a bush oh how a love the fall and a fern don't ask.

Mr Robbins.
Shh I put my finger to the docs beautiful full lips .

Look I'm crazy and I'm dam proud of it so to poetically put it shut the **** up cause I'm out homeboy.

With that said I left this circle of fellow freaks behind slammed my pills took my copy of home and garden and treated her like a copy of my favorite intellectual magazine hustler .


See and who said I didn't believe in happy ending.

Stay crazy or you just might go sane .

Gonzo
Redshift Mar 2013
to be
or not to be
yep
that's the question
are we going to be
iphone-addicted
family-court riddled
cutting
drinking
drug addicts
forever
when do we
grow up?
what is
growing up
if we stay the same
how is it
'growing up'
we have deemed it
obsolete
there is no
growing
we are we
you are we
he is we
she is we
and we are all together
i wonder what would happen
if i deleted my facebook
tossed my phone
in a lake
i'd probably
get sent to a shrink
though everyone sees a shrink
these days
can we just go back
to the 90's
please
i don't want my kids
to grow up
like all the little *******
running around today
they don't even play
they
sit on their *****
on their tablets
i dunno about you
but i'm gonna go
little house on the prairie
on dat ****
we're only gonna watch
reruns
of chip 'n dale
rescue ******* rangers
the old disney channel
and read little house on the
*******
prairie
and ******* eat popsicles
not ***** lollipops
what the ****
is wrong
with people
Redshift Feb 2013
******* essay
who needz ******* academic riting n e way
i kin rite
im atriculate
ur jus jelly
******* *******
least i kin spell cuss words coreectly

...**** of
Sitting in a large room
with a few people
around - 2 friends,
20 acquaintance,
One frenemy, and
50 sloggers with a frown.
Every time I look at their filthy face
I tend to rub down
the pain the sarcasm
They use to bring me down.
I often
fail to understand
the purpose why
these ******* are still
running around
For, I find this place
to be ideal for dressing down.
Everyone here looks stuck,
behind the thick walls
of the glorious fraternity
with hidden brawls
trying to solve unworthy affairs
when all they can do is a conference call.
They are highly judgemental and fail to express
the agony behind their not-so-happy face.
Broken and shattered,
Cause they never really mattered.
with their morality scaling down
laughing while facing a nervous breakdown
these losers are nothing but a big pile of
something in the colour
"Yellowish brown."
For those who are stuck in the rat race to prove themselves, let me tell you, this won't matter after a point of time.
Akira Chinen Apr 2016
The world today... ****, what can I say... for the most part it's just one big dung pool filled with the **** and bile of humanity.  Things have gone from bad to ******* right out absurdly ******* horible.  At least here in the U.S. it has, and almost everyone just walks around like nothing is wrong.  We've turned off the fire under the Melting *** (and lets be honest, it was barely a matchbook under there in the first place... burning a single match at a time) and freed the hideous multi-headed snake of racism and bigotry.  It's embarrassing and disgusting to hear politicians spewing hate filled reterhic and then pretending that their **** filled speeches are inspired by the voice and righteousness of god.  These ******* wearing ******* are ******* on the devils **** while mumbling out their pathatic lies, claimng to have scientific fact on their side of reason.  They would rather protect the unborn spawn of ****** than the lives and hearts and minds of the women *****.  Build more prisons and invent more crimes than feed those who need food, educate our children to be better and do better, poison water for outdated resources we truthfully no longer need... and the list is nearly endless.  There are more criminals hiding in plain sight in goverment chairs than there are in our slums and dark alleys.  
In part, I envy those  that we're able to afford the luxury of suicide... Hunter, Cobain, Williams and all the other genius minds and beautiful hearts to kind and caring and passionate to take another day of watching this world sink any deeper into its own excrement.  Tired of trying to save us from own stupidity, their voices hoarse and hearts bruised, caving into the comfort of leaving this mortal coil, not able to bear watch it collapse and bury itself.  So they jumped the line, rushed to the front and flew over the edge... laughing I'm sure.
The world today... It breaks my ******* heart... Humanity as a whole?... **** IT! Long have we been capable to do better, to clean ourselves of hate,  to raise up and join hands and hearts and souls and love one another.  Instead we turn our heads, plug our ears, and hush our voices.  Letting greed and corruption **** on our dinner plates and then gobble it all down like we are nothing more than starving orphaned children.  
Is that all we are?  Blind, deaf, mute and starving children?  Willing to swallow anything placed in front of us?  Changing history books to their liking?  Placing Moses next to Jefferson,  erasing the actions and voices of King and Parks and Mandela... I wish I were lying, but in hopes of a more obedient society these same ****-wits want to stop teaching of civil disobedience.  They want our children to do nothing more than sacrifice themselves to the endless crime of war and to the gears and teeth of the machine.  Feeding and defending the crimes of the dollar while  grinding pennies into dust to make the ink they sign our paychecks with...
I don't know what else to say...  to those with the heart and the voice and the hope... Keep at it.... write, sing, scream, dance...
Love your friends, family... Raise your children to be better than we were, than we are... let them become the ones to bring about a world were compassion, empathy, and love define the success and wealth of a good life lived.
eli Aug 2020
don't tell her
how to dress,
she has her own
mind and will,
it could be a shorts,
pants or plain shirt,
her choice if she wants
it sleeveless or
with sleeves
covered or not
with lace or ribbons.

don't tell her
how to dress,
it's not her fault
if there are *******
out there
wanting to
devour women
against their will,
it's not her fault
if her dress is too short
she didn't wear it
to be the object
of attention
nor to be touched
without consent,
she dresses to express
her own identity
so don't ever tell her
how to dress.
Anna Oct 2017
we all woke up
with another violence
another death
in our news and our feed

we all woke up
with shock and grief
and that ever so helpless sigh

we all woke up
knowing that the world we keep waking up to
becomes a bit more like hell everyday

to so many senseless deaths and torn tragedies
to all those insincere prayers and thoughts
when the **** are we going to talk about the real issue
the gun violence

when the **** is the right ******* time your ******* to admit
that we need gun control right now because it makes no ******* sense that in one of the most developed, largest, richest countries in the 21st century have people with automatic rifles that could hurt over 500 people. it just doesn't make sense

and with another tear in our social media feed, this will fade until another erupts until another erupts until another erupts
until we realize that we have been in hell the whole time
Mateuš Conrad Jan 2021
all the hard work seems to have been done,
not that any was done
to begin with...

   from the fountain of nouns -
   there's nothing...
   well there's no new new
   in the sense that
   a hammer was monumental
   a bridge too...
   when wine was first made...

i'm waiting for something spectacular,
like a Krzesimir Dębski
arrangement or a film like
American Beauty -
        or just tomorrow that can
be turned into a resurrected
dog...

         not that a life, this life is
somehow wished alternative...
      that it can be: the life... that life...
today i was at the fishmonger
eyeing up a lobster -
perched on a platter of dead fish...
more animated than alive...
animate thing -
   eyes like dark portals -
         i a puddle's worth of a labyrinth
in which an ******* could
equal genocide of my d.n.a. -
something a little horrid:
   just like that...

and of course...
      what is a george oppen poem...
what's a miroslav holub poem...
   two days prior i was in a w.h. smith:
in the classics sections
with the meagre display of poetry
on offer...
    and... well there wasn't much...
so here's to... doing it for free...
doing it for the cult-esque fancies
of a readership...
doing it for... best served outlet:
bypassing editorial qualms and
what would / might sell: eyes peeling...

what's a Will Alexander poem...
what's poetryfoundation.org even about
except: race, bad grammar in bio:
i they O vey you and my pronoun
whiplash: Aladdin's ditto to
               a Khan or otherwise a variation
of Ottoman...

pristine nouns - historical gravity
i.e. a receding pastoral version: today
yes and of a time: that's prior...
when written i'm assured:
not spoken -
  at least that's how i know when
i can relax a little from thinking:
or any other: moral-ought
should i still have any...

       to the source of ontology -
       how to be: prized culprit a nuanced
       deity of the omni-
       prefix rubric like 2 x 2 =

there are some places where only
a first Tuesday of January
at 2pm belongs to...
   i can think of at least three-quarters
of a dozen of such
places: which i will not name...

but at least here: i would like
to express how i relax from thinking:
or... not thinking...
between the structures
of res cogitans / the narrative ortho-physical
gob...
and res vanus / the empty vacuum
two eyes for periscopes
a sea of grey amassing -
     a variation of suppose: people
their own lives...
    placebo solipsism /
           it's like that 'the earth is flat'...
"theory"...
      it's not an 'ought experiment...
it's more a: because it might happen on
c.c.t.v. no chance for north.east.west.south...

exhaustion... fork in the road:
now more sketching than...
it was never going to be a conversation
or a script to... orate & plagiarise...
in the end: that's a beginning...
while in the middle
there's all this shrapnel and...
   a need to compartmentalize...
shove and sort and take a strong arm:
work a shovel...
not that you'd ever use
a shovel to shove...
or shoo / cuddle with a coo coo...
a flurry of pigeons...

    and that i was shat on one today...
years ago i thought it might
be deemed lucky...
  but the image in my 'ed was...
only lucky... should 'un'
                        take a diarrhoea "tot"
on a bowler 'at o' mine...

3 full glasses of wine...
   that's... 3 full glasses of wine...
       a cat sleeping in my bed...
and half past midnight to come...
also...
   had i discovered pinyin earlier...
no matter i'd still be
bothered about the eternal glyphs...
needless to say
i came across hangul and katakana
prior and i knew
they made sense...
            
well: sounds...
         back to the sound of ambiance
i.e. the "music" a refrigerator makes
in the middle of the night...
that there's N
and all the vowels...
       (ン) ア     イ ウ エ オ

and this is how N looks like
     when "mutilated" by, said vowels...
acting as a prefix

n.b. why ES and not SEE
                "C" but not ECK
                 KAY... TEA but not ET
                ZEEZEDZEZ but:
                 EN
                 EM
                           ME N'EH...
                  NA            NO...
syllables syllables...

(ン)ナ     ニ ヌ ネ ノ

MANNA
   i.e.                          マンナ         (1)
                                   マンンア    (2)

      (1) is...             (2)... isn't...

rigid structures of bull-tied-to-tongue
doy'ch:
           stier-gebunden-zu-zunge...
a name of a woman...
                         アンナ...

ナノ:                   n'ah "know":
   which isn't: now...
           ergo: n'oh...
                                laughter in
katakana: ハ ハ
                            ハ   アハ      ハ ....

bother:           cull the surds and then
"somehow" the sounds...

borrow / lend: apples and coal...
i.e. セキタン
          (sekitan)
          リンゴ (ringo) non essentially:
1960s anglo-ßaß culture: rut...
nostalgia... bonfire...
       crisp as: cutting in with words
it's not like there's a moral
backlog of cursed morose & dodgy
fabric... history sort of:
relaxed & ****** off...

           if i could wiggle in some
korean: Ta
                 Ke
                             the periodic
of keeping tables...
   having chairs to char a bias
on for bone...
  serve up the chisel...
    rough up: coincidentally
the brood of stones & stoics...

              hoops... which you could
dub bonanza for chitters,
jokes and jitters...
           variations of D        Z:
talk Fwench ****:
wan                   and qi    cue: K...

the "currency" of verbiage...
      
   otherwise: when a pronoun behaves
like an article...
notable example:
       mein kampf - i'll treat "my" as
a pronoun rather than as a determiner...
the way i see it... thus...
my struggle is...
      casually... my: definitely articulated...

ich / i(s)ch kampf...
                   "i" struggle... which is...
an indefinite article...
blessed jah! the grammar *******
have... cometh!
phi or theta closure?
both?!                  hey-ya!

   variations of:
     chew-tongue... slurp-bone...
  kauenzunge
                 schlürfenknochen...

    loiter-with-shadow:
                   "head" detached...

herumlungern-mit-schatten:
           "kopf" abgetrennt...

rigid like Trent and...
              heave the Rhine, Rodin...

ol' schwab...
    wine = sour-grapes
                                            wein = sauertrauben...

these fesseln these scharniere,
these schleifen: ernte... nichts...
             my godhead humming...
                      no play-pristine-good-fork
of a **** 'ere "now"...
language for the eyes...
language for the nose: K: cardamom...
before we: were never going to
sit it out in a Siberian work-around...
chasm such that the echo: spawned...
litanies in Byzantine...
     which was a precursor to
Turk & Ish...

                     schweinefleischhacken...
what a nice... nice bIG best...
rounded word with
not hyphens...
maXen m'ah mummy: noun that's also
a verb... alias:      schleichumfang...

ein / eine bursary für
                                    sechs ("z"ex):
          
           zitieren:
quetschen - unter alles die onomatopoeias
  (rigid ******* word...
hasn't changed since the greek's
eureka 'id it)...

           los los los...
               gargantuan only with
a glagolitic mmm...
   almost looking armanian...
ⰏⰀ
   マ...
                 Helmut gorun'd'tat...
heave!
              
   - and "they" thought i might just...
give up... tongue like ice-cream...
like easy like
low hanging fruit... like:
for the taking...
all the **** and ****
and she still has a superiority
complex when
i look at it as: collateral...
little o... pseudo-***                  
  
             (ch / č
                        hide a vowel / vowel-catcher...
      cache a vowel...
                    verstecken ein vokal...
                 vokalfänger - or pretend...
just pretend to laugh)...

and croat... down the corridor
of an arm-wrestle between
proto-prussian and pan-slavic
rus...
        tell me some more:
and i'll acute that S for you...

                                                if only:
details could be written in german
as: detallen detallen...
but is... otherwise... beiwerk / nähere...
oops is for: regenschirm -
and bloat is for: pilz...

         and here's for a *******
carousel!
   rotondo, kalimotxo... "jajaja"...
meow-up-m'ah crease of zzz of agitated
lazy of herr Kraz...
certainly...                 if that's how:
letters "work"...

                 arbeit: arrived at:
macht...               freedoms pigeons
and dolphins...       creases of paper...
           come 2am... it's plenty.
Mateuš Conrad Aug 2017
revenge is like salt: you deserve the current care-home "requests" you're receiving; for capitalist societies, it seems odd, that they forgot the concept of investment; i'm? i'm just admiring the implosive resurgence of communism inside capitalism... seems like north korea has invaded, unless zombie soviets made a care for the resurrection story: minus the crux; he he... oh, right, wait: ha ha... how many vowels does it take to encompass the spectrum of laughter? personally? i just need the adam & eve; well... and spastic fantastic for the narrative juice.

oh no, i'm not going to
wait for
some 50+ year
old *******
to grow out
of feminism
and discover
the *******

and ****** libido,
no ******* chance:
you either
respect your youth...
or?
you entertain islam!

p.s.
**** me i feel like a nibble...
you feel like a nibble?
i feel like a nibble...
    let's have a nibble:
scheiße schnacken...
let's feed the "pigeons"
while we're at it...
   i always like eating something
when watching animals
eat...
         it's almost a pavlov
effect (in reverse);
mind you, that's sure as ****
better than eating a dinner
while watching a t.v.
Mateuš Conrad Apr 2019
h'uh?!
i didn't come here for your women!
i thought the pakistanis
were for that?

i can cook,
i can clean,
i can occupy myself
to suit the count of 1
just as well...

why would i need an englishwoman?
this is some ploy to make me star
in channel 4's come dine with
me sort of *******?

       i don't need a woman,
who can't fend for herself,
why do i live with my parents?
either that...
or sharing a communal house
with ******* my own age...
i guess...
owning a dog, a cat,
i get to feel less
and less like an ed gein
having any association
with them...

my dream destination?
the faroe islands.
   i wish i lived there,
i wish i died there,
i wish there,
was, "anything", but,
"there"...

                   maybe the gods
give me the strength
to cary the burden of
the wind,
                 with the fewest
number of breaths!
Mateuš Conrad Apr 2020
a mongrel breed of... davy jones' theme...
and something from...
conspiring with... a hellraiser: music box...
in between these... and...
     none... of these...
and as ever...
all that... within the practical english...
of some sort of an assurance...
crippling the "lad" from essex...
            the desires to scream
impromptus...
allocating all that matters
as making a napkin
of a punctuation:
or the reverse... you partied:
i would be cited:
no go...
                no go not because
it was:
bull-whip-and-boring-crap...
sort of an: "affair"...
           that party soon turned up
as having its party-shorts...
sodden... with devolving
into: overtly-impressed...
roller-skating vigilantes...
assortment of batmans 2:0...
'two-point ohs":
hardly the ratio...
            well done: cheerio... *******
& anon.
         here, i... to grieve...
the sound of... creaking:
measured... widths and lengths of
wood!
     begone! for what "good"
could ever... "happen"...
this is no other friday, nor the 13th...
nor "good"...
            this be... "the friday"?

what god makes himself:
repugant... annually? or for that matter...
what demigod...
no longer once a year...
but: for... every... single... *******... year...
since!
until... somehow... that payot grows
an eye... at the end: tip-off a zappa
far right congregation: "well done"...

concert: a trumpet was about
to be smuggled in...
a kangaroo... was... limerick in
limbo... for the pouch...
the confines of being: sentimental...
the Congo... this...deity of Cain...
this...
          shadow teasing crescendo...
O! what... norms are to be
kept intact.... and all those...
to be later bound to having been...
excavated...

silence is my worship:
silence is my crown...
silence is my jury...
silence is my "agony aunt"...
              little late: come the boom!
i die: my glorification of relief...
i leftover.... boliersuit...
iz whatz we make cull of...
the... retards at the shooting lounge
of limp-**** hard-ons...
there's this... seance of erotica...
that... has a knife:
because it always wishes for a limp ****!

patriot of the 22 January 1863...
i've seen the thieves...
the photographs taken...
        a woman is to be compensated...
one is running cresendos
of rolling hamsterwheels in her head...
another is...
making details of scourging:
from a details in picture into a word...
because: of what: is a ghost...
to be fathomed as: somehow... a detail?

i do want to see h'america...
the h'america of cain...
                no other!
america is the playground of cain's spawn:
son of sam...
       david copperfield...
catcher in the rye: sort of leisure activity
worth of *******...

              CA-IN!
your little affair with: h'america:
the disney the anti-thesis ofSiberia...
       give me the grizzly bear first...
then equip me with a kissing through
to a killing spree: sort of equipment!

then... only then...
call me... retardo: espressro: limbo-fucktardo:
sr.! o'k'avvie?!
**** 'ebrew hoarder...
what excuse is there: for a "minority"...
given the existence of israel?!
i see none...
and in seeing none...
is that: auschwitz: tel aviv welcomes you?!

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