"fuckyou" poems
I see the hashtag a week after it ended.
I know that's not what you mean.
You love love.
Honey, you're a hopeless romantic,
a lover of anything cheesy,
or passionate,
or intimate.
After that little symbol,
you really mean **** Her",
don't you?
Don't lie, it's okay.
I hurt you.
You were in love,
and I shattered your fragile heart.
Hate me all you want,
passive aggressive or not,
but just know that I did it because
you deserve more than
a damaged, sad little girl's love.
You deserve to have your own
princess in shining armour,
and not have to save the depressed
damsel in distress
along the way.
So #FuckLove, #FuckHer, #FuckYou.
I understand, dear.
*I ****** up.*
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 7:29 PM UTC
I wonder where the time went,
did I spend my sixpence for three minutes of idleness,was the less of me all I could see or be?
From Another Time by John Edward Smallshaw
it never came free
never lent itself to me
I had to fight for it
put up with,
oh
let's call it ****
but where did the time disappear,year upon year and now,
now
comes the winter of bitter regret.
I bet you have them,
the me in the men do
amen
is all we do
when we think this short life is through,
yeah?
fuckyou
I have no regrets
all bets are null,
pull up and put that in your pipe and smoke it out,my life's not about what might have beens,it means so much more to me than what I think time might see.
'From another time' is from another time and yet another rhyme and did you read that?
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 1:53 PM UTC
You didn't say Hi
You didn't ask me
If I am well
Why would you care anyways
In your larger than life - Life
that you're living in the Big Apple
Nope.
You just wanted to tell me
that you were nominated for an Emmy
how blessed I am know know someone
who was nominated for an Emmy
I congratulated you
in the nicest way I could
and told you about the boring things
I've been up to
and you didn't respond
why should you
you are an Emmy nominee
living in NYC
and I am just Kimmie
who lives in Rhode Island
and has a normal 9-5 job
But you know what
I will never apologize for
who I am
and what I've done
no matter how small or
insignificant they seem to you
I will always remember you
as the gothic boy from high school
you were weird and I liked you
you made me laugh
and I never judged you
What right do you have
to judge me now
Well congratulations
You've done it
You've proven that
you're better than
the rest of us
You have done amazing things
Yes, you are going to have
the most amazing career
and I am genuinely happy for you
and you should be proud
but maybe
just maybe
stop ************ to yourself
Even though my life
might seem small to yours
in comparison
I am very happy
I love the simplicity of my life
and I would never in a million years
trade it for yours
So you live your BIG life Alex
or do people call you Samuel now?
And I will live my simple one
Have fun at the Emmy's next year
I'll probably be playing my Xbox
because let's face it...watching the Emmy's
is pretty boring...
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 4:34 PM UTC
God your beauty pains me so much
I just want to hold you
Wrap my arms around you and put my head on your chest
I want you to hug me tight and put your chin on the top of my head
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 1:31 PM UTC
listening to Nirvana's "Something in the Way"
and i am -now- just realizing how ******* good this song is.
i mean, the mood cuts right to the bone:
*underneath the bridge
tarp has sprung a leak
and the animals I've trapped
have all become my pets
and I'm living off of grass
and the drippings from the ceiiiilinggg
it's ok to eat fish 'cause they don't have any feeeeeelingsssssss
something in the way
mmmmmmmm
something in the way (yeah)
mmmmmmmhmmm*
it's jus kurt on the geetar alone till the chorus, doing a simple chord,
and, thing is, he isn't so much singing as he is speaking in loose meter;
and it's almost as if between the words he is saying,
".. well how the **** could song survive this thing i am talking about
yuhknow? i am giving you my guts."
you finally get some lilt and rhyme that might be considered song
toward the end of the verse, but this is immediately undercut with,
of all things,
given what preceded it,
a joke ---- it's okay to eat fish 'cause they don't have any feelings
holyfuckingshitdoesthiscapturetheabsurdityofthings
and i don't mean a joke as in hahafunny but rather
what. else. can. i. do. but laugh, else i'll cry; and I can't cry anymore 'cause
i'm all outta tears. why??
because this abyss
called "existence" - that history, heh, tells us is imbued
with rational purpose or intent, or whatever -
bats its pretty little eyes at me like a big fuckyou..
i think
kurt is, suggesting, here:
laugh back.
it's like Camus' Sisyphus:
i
dare
you
to roll that same rock called "life" up the same hill everyday all day
and summon (somehow) a smile,
------ or at least a s m i R k
and watch as beauty bolts through your dead fecund heart
removing that
thing
in your way
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 10:00 PM UTC
sleepdrunk and riddled
with the thing between
the blinks;
boneneedled,
it knits me some axonic
skiprope fuckyou prize.
Feb 24, 2025
Feb 24, 2025 at 4:09 AM UTC