"fxck" poems
With a little bit of bleach and a rounded xss
they think they can be Marilyn Monroe
but never strive high enough to **** a JFK,
instead they're down on their knees for a Trump
refreshing their Instagram.
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 7:37 PM UTC
Vapid people
dribbling vapid shxt.
A society of fxck-eyed,
drunken infants
debating politics memorised
from Fox News.
We, the awakened,
plastering social media
with doll-faced mannequins
captioned with some Eastern Philosophy
we read in Cosmo,
enhanced with a filter
titled "Who The **** Is Lao Tzu?"
Comments read: goals af.
(Insert emoji here)
And praise the Indigo Children!
It's a true gift indeed
to talk about activism
until blue in the face.
My, what a spiritual hue, are you.
Are you?
A generation of craft makers,
weaving their way
through the alcoholic labyrinth,
drawing the Hungover Man
from a Rider Waite tarot deck,
for another episode of Dull and Duller
next weekend.
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 1:28 AM UTC
tell yourself you are fine i know you’re lying
start becoming a positive force in someone else’s life
because you know you cannot be your own.
when she calls tell her you’re the happiest you’ve ever been
she was the one holding you back,
you did not know what unhealthy relationships were until
her.
the one who told you everything she could never possibly love about you
and how you needed to change yourself
for her.
not because you needed to get better
not because you knew you weren’t happy
because she couldn’t see you sad and **** you at the same time.
because when you cried she didn’t know how to say sorry,
for the times she said your favorite poet was stupid
for the times she rolled her eyes at something you said,
for the times she ignored you for somebody else
it’s your fault remember,
if you weren’t like this everything would be fine.
because some weeks were good
you felt like everything had fallen into place,
you were happy and she loved you again,
then that week would be over,
you were sad again,
if you weren’t like this everything would be fine
but
you wouldn’t change yourself for love.
that was your problem
she was not a good enough reason to be happy,
because you saw her more as a therapist
than as your girlfriend.
and she saw you as a project,
one she could never finish.
you knew you were more than a project,
you wanted to be happy
but there was no reason to be.
not even love was enough.
but then you learned it never can be,
because if another person is the only reason you want to be able
to breathe in the summer air,
laugh until your lungs hurt,
and cry happy tears,
you want to get better for the wrong reasons.
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 10:53 AM UTC
Amid daylight
I feel so inferior
I'd constantly bury my face in my hands
Feeling completely ashamed,
Feeling completely defeated,
For what I still
Genuinely feel about you
What the ****
Is dealing with questions from the heart
What the ****
Is believing in a blessing from what has torn apart
I've got all of these pieces in my head fighting to breathe
Fighting to breathe for the air in my heart
But how will it ever work out
If these pieces and my heart were never on talking terms
It hurts
Hurts so bad that I
look forward to every twilight
So that I can fall
Fall for the night over
And over again
Cause there's no where else
That I can ever seek the comfort
That I need
But from only what lies within
The ambience of silent nights
It's the only time
Where it will always feel as though
I've never let you go
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC
I sat at the bar
You sat at the other end
You just had a fight with your boyfriend
that the whole bar saw begin
He left in a rage
you returned to your drink in a huff
I nursed my drink to build up courage
because I desperately wanted to ****
Finally I walked over to you
and said "I hope your alright"
she looked dead at me and said
"I need something new tonight"
"What do you mean? I can buy you a drink"
"No I need you tonight not a drink".
I finished off my malt brown whiskey
as she downed her dry martini
I called in a cab
he showed up, and in the back we talked... shall we say freaky
I barely knew your name
in fact I know next to nothing about you at all
but when I laid my eyes on you
my cxck was at your beck and call
We walked into my apartment and I kissed your soft neck
beer goggles weren't on, but she still looked a positive ten
We made our way into my bedroom
our restraint left at the door
you laid me down on my bed
and made me your personal wxore
I caressed her soft warm *******
as she bounced upon my cxck
I laid my tongue upon her lips
as her puxxy my cxck was at rest
As she moaned out her pleasure I said "come to the kitchen"
I barely knew her but so wasn't love,
it was lust with which I was smitten
I bent her over ny kitchen counter
all my things she slid,
I pulled her hair back and spanked her hard
she said **** me like I'm your little bitxh"
We fxcked hard on the floor, in the room, in the kitchen, on the elevator in the stairwell,
We had more *** than a concubine on hormones, a week had passed before we finally got our clothes on,
"hey I still don't know who you are, what's your name?"
"You'll know, call me next time you have a hard on."
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 7:22 PM UTC
**** you you justly
neutered mongrel and the hand
that is up your ****
Jun 26, 2023
Jun 26, 2023 at 2:56 AM UTC
It was another one of those nights
I came home, I missed you. i was lonely
I got In and you weren't home
Geez I'm Oh so *****
I made dinner and walked into the room
I dropped down on the bed
I looked over and read a note
nestled sweetly beside my head
I opened it up
and this is what it said
"Hey lover, I'm hiding from you
come find me use your head ;)"
Task in mind
I took off my shoes
Your little game driving out
all of my blues.
I tried the garage, not a sign of you to be found
I tried the kitchen and attic.
nope your still not around,
I searched in the bathrooms and found a clue
it was another note
"You're getting warmer lover, I'm closer than you think was what she wrote
Intrigued, I went to the room my journey began in,
I walked to the bedroom door and you said
"Come in"
I opened the door slowly n poked my head inside
I saw you wearing that lingerie we picked out
I grew hard at the sight
Calling me over
with those soft blue eyes
you already knew you had me mesmerized.
As you pulled on my necktie I heard you say
I know you had it rough, I'm gonna **** you all better today ;)
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 8:08 PM UTC
hello thank you for calling the brain service line
where we help you fix your mind in time for a rhyme
what can I do for you?
Yes thank you got taking my call
I'm flustered you see, I don't know what to do at all
see my brain and heart are on two different pages
I go from happy to lonely to flying onto irrelevant rages
Ohh yes we've been flooded with your problem lately
we don't have a solution that can work
Well can you give me advice?
Maybe...
I'd advise trying to focus on life itself
but my heart keeps desiring someone with which to build an empire of wealth
well I can't help you sir, but I wish you good luck
thanks ma'am, I'm gloomy as ****
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 12:53 AM UTC
You know what *****
not having anything to write about because you're full of doubt about your life and the way it's going
when you have to consider giving it up to get those creative juices flowing
You know what *****
when you're one of the few loyal mothafxckas out here but no one gives two fxcks
when your the type to buy your lady flowers but **** her in the car at her parents house
the type to compliment her blouse then rip it off when we get hot
you know what *****
when one thing happens and your whole day is shot down the tubes and dead like Jimmy Hoffa got,
when you try to play to sweetness but get led on instead
when there's nothing but insecurity and loneliness residing in your head.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 3:07 PM UTC
**** I crave you!
My thoughts and desires every ****** seconds and hour.
I wasn't expecting this. To feel this strongly towards you. More than physical, I hear you and see you everywhere intuitively.
A twinflame union?
Perhaps, I've been seeing signs of it everywhere,
I bare, standing six feet deep in strong tensions I feel.
I hold a deep personification to my heart.
A soul ******* love making strong passionate sensual sounds inside of me.
*** dripping off me ...
The smell lingers from your heat
Bite me
Nov 12, 2024
Nov 12, 2024 at 11:51 AM UTC
This isn't a poem of rhymes and games,
Oh no.
I'm here to tell you that Love isn't something that hurts.
Your mind believes all the lies you constantly tell it,
The wishes that create problems that,
Guess what?!
Were never there to begin with.
Just embrace the fact that you're in Love.
Nobody falls "in" and "out" of Love.
It's not a substance.
It's not the catalyst to living a
"Happy life".
I feel like people are constantly
Corrupting what Love is.
You don't describe a word,
With more words.
**It is,
What it is.**
Don't try to make it something it's not.
Don't try to make it personal.
Don't try to define it.
Don't try to possess it.
Just...
STOP.
/breath
I'm not here
To tell you a poem of rhymes and games.
I'm here to tell you that Love doesn't hurt.
It never will.
Never should.
Ever.
Should you think otherwise,
Just look back at the person,
Place,
Or thing,
That you associated yourself to loving.
Think back.
Take a breath.
Breathe.
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 6:23 PM UTC
So we met in a bookstore the other day
little did we know, we'd be seeing a bit more than grey
I walked into the ****** section, to buy the kama sutra
I bumped into you and our eyes locked for a moment, I swore that it was somewhere before I knew ya
You said that the book was getting you wet
I said "don't worry I think I can manage that without breaking a sweat,
intrigued we found a hidden spot in the store
And not too soon all that was heard was
**** YES! GIVE ME MORE!!!
So we had a fling right next to a bookshelf
we could've waited until we went to your place but we couldn't control ourselves
I guess as students of anatomy we need no help
That bookstore wasn't the same, considering what was on the shelf
;)
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 1:37 AM UTC
How can you **** all night on a broken bed?
This jealousy is taking over my head
Can't stop punching that ******* face
Watching blood spray allover the place
How can you **** all night on a broken bed?
While I was home filled with dread
You told me we'd try augain
After we fxcked at 10am
You'd left by mid day
I smiled and kissed where you'd lay
But by the time darkness came
You'd fxcked her again
While I cried down the phone
Confused and all alone
You offered her protection
not from getting her pregnant
How can you **** all night on a broken bed?
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 5:23 PM UTC