"fvck" poems
this morning I woke up to déjà vu
—I was here before and I knew you
you’re that guy who twists the truth
who secretly falls for me like I do
oh I just love how you’re always too close
yet too far away to make me had enough of
wait, did I just say that I’m in love with you?
this is bad and will hurt as **** but I know I do
but you will deny me, that’s so typical of you
since you’re the sly fox
and I’m just a girl who’s addicted to untruth
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 4:53 AM UTC
I know the truth in me
Reason why I don't give a ****
for what other people see
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 11:39 AM UTC
If you go, you go, you don't come back.
It's like Tupac being resurrected,
returning to rap.
The door of my life is always creaked open a little.
I trust too many,
people play me like the Fiddle.
But what's the answer to this riddle?
When will it be solved?
It's like I'm the prey
and I'm in between a lion's Jaws.
I mean we all have flaws,
no one's perfect.
Society fvcking with people,
boys telling girls to "twerk it".
Is this how things are now?
Everyone wants fame.
People can't remember Nakia,
I'm No Name.
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 7:27 AM UTC
Her:
What am I to you?
Am I a raggedy doll?
That you continuously abuse?
To be stuck with this torture any longer,
I refuse.
Why treat me like this?
You made me take this risk,
Ruining my reputation,
lightheaded from hyperventilation.
Do you know that I hate when we argue?
Our days are becoming short,
Limited to a short few.
Why is conversing with you like talking to a white wall?
You nod your head and say okay
I'm just like... is that all?
You're never there to catch me when I fall.
Why don't you want to answer?
You got me crying like a little girl who lost her hamster.
I'm not perfect.
Judge,
I think we reached our verdict...
Being me simply does not do.
You want me to change,
I guess I have to.
so I'll ask again,
What am I to you?
Him:
What you are to me,
is a question you need
to not ask.
I love you how you are,
Don't jump to conclusions so fast.
I mask my feelings
through jokes and laughs.
But if you do the math...
it adds up to
Me+You,
**** what I do.
Just know that I love you.
despite the jokes...
If I hurt you,
I'm sorry... cause when you hurt, I hurt twice as much.
Cause I know I'm the one
that fvcked everything up.
I apologize, forgive me?
Cause if I lose you,
I lose my reason for living.
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 7:21 AM UTC
Sunday I met you
and now it's Thursday
haven't left your bed
since
Spring weather so riotous
and erratic
love so dangerous it breaks
hearts and bedsprings
bent blankets and electric
tingles hands scraping
each other's bodies
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 3:59 PM UTC
Listen to me body! I am your master.
Listen to me hands! I command you!
My eyes I demand that you dry. Stop showing this world how fragile we are.
Legs stop shaking and causing earth to reach for me.
Hands stop sweating. Your letting strength slip through our fingers.
Emotions we do not need you here. This house is to small for your boolshit!
Body I'm the master and you the slave
Don't forget that.
Stop exposing my weakness!
You cowardice flesh stop shivering its only pain! Hold still!
Tongue, shut the **** up! you hold your self still and keep my secrets.
In fact body stop being so Human or I will fvckin **** you!!! Haaaaaaaaa!
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 5:44 AM UTC
Will you let us ****
Under the moon
where we lay our hands to each other
whispering loud noises of our heartbeats
colliding as our chest gets close to each other?
will you let me kiss those lips of yours
both horizontal and vertical ones?
Will you let me hear that wonderful sound
of your moan
as the night let the wolves howl in jealousy
of the love we make?
Let me hear you scream of my name
for the night is ours
and tomorrow
we're not the same.
This just a dream.
As the Sun rise
I'll wake up
knowing you are never mine.
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 9:59 AM UTC
at the age of 6 my heart thumped and my pulse ran, trying to save itself from you.
i might’ve been young and you were too, but still my heart thumped.
i started to get the idea of your presence.
even though the memory faded and your face did too, i will never forget you.
when i reached the age of 8, i distinctly remember you asking my name. & my mind froze.
my tongue turned the other way, i had forgotten my manners but still in my mind i was responding.
even though we exchanged thoughts, and i had forgotten to tell you my name – i still remember you.
i always replayed memories we never made, sounds strange but i was only a kid, i was only subloving. my heart kept thumping.
and then when i was 10, i started to recognize the way you form your thoughts and paint them for the world to see.
i stared for hours at your masterpieces, i didn’t understand but still i wanted more.
i became addicted to your voice.
you were once hurt by words, words that cut through your skin like a thin blade. you were broken, yet you still lived.
my heart kept thumping for you. i respected that.
at 12 – beautiful age 12, i watched you as you sat on a bench sketching a tree in colors of black and white. i admired you. i liked the way you formed a smile, and i loved the passion in your eyes, and the ambition you had for life.
you gave your heart to art, and loved conversation.
even though right now we’re miles away, the memories will always stay.
we never spoke, but our eyes did, i remember us exchanging metaphors with our eye lids.
my heart has your name engraved.
then came 14, and i learned about real love. keep your cool love, don’t be scared to say **** love, express yourself even if nobody cares love, this is not forever love, you’re just a kid love.
you taught me that love.
although that love choked me, i still had that ‘i don’t care, **** it im young’ love.
you taught me to respect me, and love the ripples i feel when my heart hurts.
you deserve the thank you kinda love.
i was reluctant to embrace those feelings, but i guess right now i can hold myself down.
but my biggest mistake was forgetting 16, i started to fall in love with the way you articulated your words. your speech pattern was beyond my words.
your footsteps was all i wanted to follow.
my only wish is for you to see yourself through my eyes, through my world and you would finally understand why my heart was thumping.
im desperately waiting for 18.
i learned only one thing: nothing gold can stay. nothing lasts forever.
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 10:23 AM UTC
Her eyes worked perfectly fine.
But She was blind: maybe because she chose to be.
I lied, I cheated, I played silly games on Her every chance I got.
Yet, I told Her that she was my only One,
And she listened. (She wasn't deaf)
But **** She was blind as ****
And now,
I got this beautiful Dime that I'm recently dating. Her names Casey. **** everytime she smiles my kidneys faint.
Her sweet voice commands me to do almost anything.
Sometimes she doesn't pick up Her phone and in public she doesn't wanna hold hands too much. She lies about where she been last night...
She tells me I'm Her only One,
And I believe Her...
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 12:22 AM UTC
She doesn't belong here.
By looking at her face, you can see her fear.
Why has she come?
She is the gum,
under my shoe.
Pathetic ****
Why doesn't she have friends?
She's never with the latest trends.
She's an awkward little ****
Looks like shes' had too many tummy tucks.
You judge her,
but you don't know her.
You know her face and maybe her mother.
But you don't know how much she suffers.
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 7:23 AM UTC
I know that this is hard on you
I really feel your pain
Not physically or mentally but
through the inking you paint
on that page of your mistreatings,
of what this species did to your
Innocent and beauty being.
I'm truly cut deep by this and I,
know it's most probably an infinite nightmare and
I'm quite scared for the, future if this is how some men view a
woman and think they can run free and do a re-fvck up
I'm really disgusted with dudes who reveal colours that
paint the world unsafe for our only hope of a loved one .
Man, **** 'em , but it really should be taught to all the lot
That it's okay sometimes to not know and learn from those who've got
knowledge on the thing , and not just push and shove 'em like a box
it's scary how the man has had this illusion that he's superior
now this same illusion is making hard headed animals
Loud nothings upon their heads ringing like alarms in mid
Dream sequence and these issues are just like a parable they knock
Out of the way and make no mistake, they take this thing little a lot
But what do I know. I just want change for our kings and queens
so godly they are hybrids and carry their dreams
in face of more adversity than we could ever endure
I'd to say, from deep inside my core of cores, on behalf of all the boars
that I truly apologize and prayers for y'all are more.
and that's just the two cents from your boy.
Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 3:52 AM UTC
haha
**** yov.
you know it triggers me
and im not doing so well right now
so tempted to go
on one ice coffee a day right now
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but i wanna.
Nov 7, 2020
Nov 7, 2020 at 6:22 AM UTC
I'm the prodigal son
Born with a gold-silver spoon
Mummy said when I was born
She was on her caramel top
Showing her Rïchïë stunt off
They call me the prodigal son
Platonically coz
I'm Sardonically born
By the gold-digger mom
Now, I'll tell you more
Of how this prodigal son
was practically born
to this satanical world
Yea, papa was a ****
Mama was a flirt
Then my mama gave birth
to this diamond in the ruff
Father is a political don
A strict guy to the core
I know...and
He knows that
I don't give a ****
Whether he's a don or not
When I was young
He used to be my hero,
All night long
He used to be my pillow
All that has gone
Now, he's my all time foe
Enough of his
What about me
Am I suppose to fall?
By another man flaws
I'm less of a greed
More of a bandit
Yea, I'm that thrifty one
Tagged filthy boy
I grew up a fatherless son
in a slum
not far from the north
I'm the prodigal child
Living life
With my cynical pride
Flaunting my dad riches
Oh! What a ***** I'm.
**** growing up was tough
Papa wasn't home
Mama got issue of her own
So I was left alone
Cold
in another family flow
As if that's not enough
Heavens know better; that
I smoke more than a weeder
Come visit my villa
It's more like a smoky lounge
Yea, call me the prodigal son
I'm rough and I'm bad
I'm different from them herd
I laugh when I'm sad
Coz my tears' ******* dry
I'm not done yet
I be the Casanova lad
My promiscuous act
Is topping the chart
They can't get enough of me
Em silly-dumb girls.
I'm that prodigal ****
That your papa doesn't want
That your mama warn you of
Okay now, run, little boy
Or your head 's getting hurt
But, to be honest
All these...
Doesn't behoove my parent
And this's
My mood of regret; please
Forgive and wish me the best.
Sep 18, 2020
Sep 18, 2020 at 6:12 PM UTC
sometimes I chill and crave your kisses.
**** man my thirst is gettin' in
but the pride between us both is really bloated so I miss shxt
and the past got now determined so the boy can't do shxt then
mammi, you shine and glisten
and your aura's so ignant
so can you please do this favor for me and help approach this distance
**** all others that **** sense
'cause we're legit the real logic
and all others can jump fence
but I admit this a real problem and reality I must accept,
ma, your soul, me it's calling and I fiend for your lovely
yo', but I digress...
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 7:42 PM UTC
Woke up late with
blood stains on
my face.
Don’t know what
the **** happened,
and I don’t even
care anyway.
Getting up and
getting around,
work is all I know
in this pathetic town.
It’s all the
same sh*t,
different day.
Who the hell
is still around
here anyway?
Stuck with a crazed
roommate,
who reminds me
of an ex
who just won’t
get the ****
outta my face.
I’ve had enough,
and man,
I give up,
like wow,
I’m getting
out of
this place.
Oct 8, 2024
Oct 8, 2024 at 5:10 AM UTC
it was all my fault
you were drenched in crimson
you just laid there
motionless
not a single
strand of your
snow white hair
left unpainted
with red—
so still
so pitiful
so unnerving
so remorseful
so convenient
and so **** sad
that you're still bleeding.
clutching to
what's left
of your poor
masochistic breath
as if
you're too sure
that this time
i'll hear you out...
why won't you be?
i was so sure
you'd be shouting it out
anyway.
just
like
how
you
scream
'go to hell'
or
'go **** yourself'
or
'die now please'
or
'you look like a taxi in that suit'
or
'i hate you'
or
'i love you'
you'd scream everything.
always.
like when you said
'i'll always be there for you'
and
'i hope you never come back'
when you were hurt
you'd shout curses
like a prayer
when you were drunk
you'd screech songs
like a drifting car.
but right then
you whispered.
and you whispered so softly
it was more unbelievable
than the fact that
i heard it more clealy
more soundly
than the time
you screamed
'i'm done putting up with you.'
"tell me a little lie"
"and tell me you'll never"
"ever leave me this time."
and you were so peaceful
this one single exeptional time
as you tried ever so
unsettlingly
to catch your breath.
i simply couldn't resist.
"i promise."
"i'll never leave you."
"ever."
"cross my heart and hope to die."
but you never
did listen did you?
it was all your fault
i'm drenched in crimson
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 2:23 AM UTC
While enjoying a good bottle of beer,
A close friend of mine told us:
You should all practice
"The Art Of Not Giving A ****
I had an immediate idea of what it is about
But I wanted to have a deeper look on it.
As I scroll the book,
There was this one particular line that got me;
"This is why not giving a **** is so key.
This is why it’s going to save the world.
And it’s going to save it by accepting that the world is totally fvcked and that’s all right,
because it’s always been that way, and always will be."
People must take note of this:
Bad things happen and we reach rock bottom,
that's okay!
Stop hating yourself for being so bad and focus on continuosly watering yourself for you to grow.
Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 1:26 PM UTC
It's a paradox
You're not fvcked up
But someone fvcked you up
You become fvcked up
So you fvcked someone up
And that someone becomes fvcked up
And will eventually **** someone up
Until everyone in this fvcking world becomes fvcked up
And we all end up in a fvcking fvck-radox
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 11:56 PM UTC
Maybe I should live a shallow life
Where I can be oblivious
And allow myself no depth
So I don't have to feel
Maybe I should live a superficial life
Where I can simply look pretty
And impress people with my eyes
So I don't have to feel
It must be easy to float through life
And live a half life
Where I may never feel.
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 10:03 AM UTC
It's a paradox
You're not fvcked up
But someone fvcked you up
You become fvcked up
So you fvcked someone up
And that someone becomes fvcked up
And will eventually **** someone up
Until everyone in this fvcking world becomes fvcked up
And we all end up in a fvcking fvck-radox
Nov 6, 2019
Nov 6, 2019 at 3:07 AM UTC
i ache for you lips
not to kiss mine
but to explore everything
between my thighs
i ache for you hands
not to hold mine
but to touch all the places
which in world i hide
i ache for your voice
not to say something sweet
but to moan my name
as i **** you in repeat
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 11:43 PM UTC
I know this is the problem.. i am eating—kept on eating. I am overeating. My mind said stop but it feels like something is controlling me to keep feeding myself. Why do I always do this when i am longing?
I am procrastinating.. I can’t stop. I feel lazier more than usual. That’s what i feel. My mind said i need to fight it but i am too tired.
Do you think my mind is tricking me into thinking my mind wants to do it but the truth is, it really is the one controlling me not to fight it and I should be listening to my inner self and not the mind so that i will be able to control over my mind?
Jan 14, 2020
Jan 14, 2020 at 3:54 PM UTC
Too good at dying to not live long
Too bad at living to never get it wrong
Too high to riot, too ****** to breathe
Too caught up with words to tell the meaning beneath
Too broke for pride, too stubborn for mercy
Too grungy to be dapper, too skinny to be ****
Too old for small thoughts, too young for big words
Too scared to seek clarity, drowning in these words
Too lit to blank out, too ***** for long hours
Too weak to make an effort to have you in my arms
Too late for apologies, **** your assurances just leave the keys at the door
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 5:17 AM UTC