"fux" poems
What the **** was that?
Did I go crazy for a second?
Did Joey B really take my soul or possess my heart?
Did he **** my mind or maybe did he take it apart?
I'll go with the later. He's an intellectual. He did what he could to steal it all. I don't know why I thought I could hold up against his manipulation. I'm strong-hearted, strong willed. I know now that it's not my love that could save his soul. At the same time it is, because my love is a part of all love. I should have known that if he could withstand it all, I stood no chance.
I know I care too much. I have no power to save. I can heal myself, maybe others too but I can't be their change. They have to choose for themselves. I've known that too. I guess to truly learn I had to face it head on.
But lessons learned, now I am living for me. I'm living for my destiny. What that is? Still learning. I know I am to serve. Serve me, myself, and others because that is what we deserve. Though now I know I must serve with protection. All love. Still open. My heart is saved for those like-minded. We must join together and that is how we save lives. I dabbled in lust and temptation for the last time. I will still make mistakes. Imperfection is our lives. Nothing ever again of such magnitude. Never again will I allow myself to be so tainted. Never again will I see others in such a situation. I know others I can't change but I will offer my lending hand.
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 4:11 PM UTC
Infatuation
I've notice u b4 walking my way
With Plenty attempts 4 me to say hey
But my reluctance always seems to let u get away
Who r u really -it's a mystery to me
Ur Beauty and gracefulness is all I c
I often look in the mirror to practice my conversation
U know a brief introduction a bit of charm and a little persuasion
Wht Eva the occasion ur always dress the part
I know a women like u have broken many hearts
Where do I start when I do get ur attention
Should I voie my good qualities or share my intentions
And that is only to insure u be treated like the goddess u r
Do I have to possess a significant income jewelry or a fancy car
Well thts just something u would have to c for urself
Come b a part of this voyage me & u no one else
****** Cupid ur a muthafucka got me all tangled in my emotions sounding like a sucka
But *** it I can't keep this feeling inside
Got to lay it all out on the table -I got nothing hide
Wht qualities make u boo -is my question to u
I mean who r u really and wht r u into
It's like a riddle w/no answers a mystery w/no clue
And at the end of the day I'm gonna be me and ur gonna be you
But all this information I just keep inside
And it is because of tht reason why I write this scribe
To gain ur attention I have had many occasions
But when ur near it's like my mind go on vacation
So with tht being said u keep me in amazement
And until I build up my courage just consider this an INFATUATION
By: @mr_p3rs0nality
Nov 22, 2010
Nov 22, 2010 at 2:23 AM UTC
Motto: „ they are all elsewhere/ examining things/ in new bedrooms/” – Charles Bukowski – Praying for rainy days
**** Bukowski
thinks that’s a supraestimated fake
for townsends of years
„ harder than The Riots of Watts”
and it’s not about *****
it’s too precoius and delicate
and it’s not about women
'couse the women *** with roses
or with the spine-birds
and still gets payed on the job
it’s all about poetry
it’s about that funny slaughterhouse
in wich we kick eachothers stupide ***
like some real lovers
and then we rearange our underwear
or what’s left of it
it’s all about a load of **** good to be throwned at the garbage
'couse – don't mention it – there is nothing heroical
and every ****** thing is a makeup
there is just a mouse shiverring in a corner
two ugly frogs are hugging all what is left of the sun
and above all
the monkey is trying hard to improvise a tired smile
**** Bukowski
I don't know a living soul with such a perseveration
to ****** his poems
like his money on horse-races
like his fat’n’ugly mexican ******
and still somehow to become his own hero
insane like this
born into this
and becouse he had lived to much like a dog
alone with the whole world
with it’s ******* **** beauty
in wich actualy nobudy finds his mate
in wich everything it’s just a canibalistic clown
and a childish cry
almoust painfully dead
from his own laughter
Mar 30, 2010
Mar 30, 2010 at 11:06 PM UTC
hard soft i'm large and groaning a fit of plastered excellence in my ambrosia fountain of giggling fornication this city is grandly exalting and flustering mightily incense of femmes du *** who art graciously ******* with a their boisterous choir of laughing *** or the men groping seriously their frail fair trackmarked beauty and they finger their air and lush and spit gratuitously their eyes upon their *******
and they like to laugh with their haughty whorish
breath a longing barely chained loosed slowly in splattering
abscesses of lust
; asinine men go and plead sourly your heads in thighs sweating
anorexic *** your Are
is
just
cosmic
lice
Dec 1, 2010
Dec 1, 2010 at 10:50 AM UTC
fancy trender
the algorithms adore me
bits and bites love me
girlfriends gush over
what i write
the promises and perjury i pour out
though other few find it fascinating
a collection of casual carousers
deeply drunk and delirious
leer and like
fumble through and follow
these wild words
which
long for your love
and admonish apathy
say something
anything at least
jovially jeer
praise pompously
i rest
with my hands on the home keys
derive inspiration
from insignificant minutia
and you read
and read
taking a break from your home row
hum drum
flaccid
"oh thats nice"
NEXT
dont read and not write
i give not two
i should say ***
but i wont
i dont care
how inarticulately evil
you chose to be
but you must write
say something
start a conversation
engage your fellow artist
what else are we doing here
if not to inspire
it was never an endeavor
to impress our friends
was it
we found this place
for any kind of outlet
a chance to give breath
to the lightening in our bottles
this is our march
on the collective consciousness
that could be called washington
london
but when we march
we hold hands
chant
sing
speak with one another
and form bonds
and that should be done here too
without those acts
we are protestant pastors
banging on pulpits
toward a parish
that no longer exists
or if they do
never say "amen"
amen
Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 6:16 PM UTC
I WANNA SAY SORRY AHEAD OF TIME FOR THIS POORLY WRITTEN POEM. Lol
Hey steph wats up
I was gonna jot something down that would make u tear.
But i dicided to spare you, but let me make one thing clear.
since ur moving away and trust me that sux.
im gonna make u feel sad cuz I GIVES NO *** (lol)
Big deal ur moving its not like i care.
But some things ill miss are ur eyes and that STARE.
Ur smile is ok, i guess thats cool too.
And THAT *** OH! THAT *** girl wat that *** do?. ****
GOOGZ!
YOUR FACE, I LIKE THAT ****
Your as cool as they come steph, what else do i say
I wish for you all the best, EVERYDAY!!!!!
Keep urself focused on what u wanna do
I know ull help alot of people problems even the KOOKOOS!
"I admire the strength u have and the courage u have shown"
"In facing all your hardships and troubles that youve known"
I stole that one.
Love ya googz its not goodbye cuz goodbye insinuates "forgetting"
Its SEE YOU LATER. XOXOXO MUAH
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 4:22 PM UTC
Pendelton Lux
Giving ***
For Free
So Scurry
Little Rabbits
She Welcomes
Intelligence
Beauty
Spirit
Passion
The Healing and (even) The Broken
Pendelton Lux
Using a crutch
Losing his touch
Anger inducing stimulation
He's thrashing outward
Screaming to allies
Asking for truth
Stays up late
Eats small bites
Nauseous thoughts abound
No longer sound
Head spinning round
Wishing tears away
He welcomes sleep
Only wanting to dream from the beginning anyway
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC