"goregous" poems
Should I hang with my friend who I haven't seen in a year or go meet this tinder girl?
Someone New - Hozier
I just can't put my finger on it.
something about her is goregous.
Baby Got Back - Jonathon Coulton
You're right. It's totally her ***
Ugly Faces - Watsky
Shh, spotify, be nice. It's not her fault.
Do Better - Say Anything
Okay okay, you're right. I'll bring her home.
All Time Low - Jon Bellion
Oh c'mon, She's not that bad...
Proove Me Wrong - Dub FX
Well like... her personality is pretty cute.
Some Girls Are Crazy - Echo Movement
I can't beleive I just had *** in my backseat.
Glad You Came - The Wanted
Yikes. All the girls dropped from this party. it's just gonna be me and my three dude friends.
*To Many ***** On The Dancefloor - Flight Of The Concords*
I completely agree. Should i go or just come up with a ****** excuse to leave?
*You Don't Have To Be A ********** - Flight Of The Concords*
You're right i'll leave. What should i tell them?
Working - I Fight Dragons
No i already told them i got the day off. That wouldn't work.
My Buddy's Back - Big D and The Kids Table
Oh perfect!
Sleepyhead - Passion Pit
Yeah I should go to bed.
Let me finish this poem first.
Go To Bed - Ookla The Mok
I'm stuck on this line.
What's a good word to describe Port Veritas? Like... one word?
Home - Phillip Phillips.
That's adorable... you're so right.
See You Again - Wiz Kahlifa
**** you spotify that was super uncalled for. Now i'm bummed out.
Get Over It - Ok Go
Dude. That's like super insensitive
Ungrateful - Streetlight Manifesto
No i'm not ungrateful. I love you, you just don't need to make me cry when i'm down in the dumps like that.
Lean Into The Fall - Mona
I guess you're right. Fine. Thank you.
All The Stars In Texas - Ludo
That's the nicest thing that anyones ever said to me. I like when you do that.
Like or Like Like - Miniature Tigers
Uhh, i guess like like. You're pretty much my favorite app.
R U Mine? - Arctic Monleys.
I think maybe you're moving a little fast spotify... i don't think I'm ready for that kind of commitment.
I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys
This is getting weird. I'm going to bed.
I Will Follow You Into The Dark - Death Cab For Cutie
Okay no, seriously i'm turning you off.
Don't Unplug Me - All Caps.
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 12:55 AM UTC
I really want to marry her...
But they say the more the merrier....
So I grab as much junk as I can maybe that will make me happier...
But All I really want is to marry her...
But I spent all my money on some junk...
that was finely pack inside a trunk...
Thinking that my little bit of bucks, finaly brought me luck...
but in my heart I want to marry her...
Society tells me bury her...
In pyrimads made for celopatra...
and ****** every woman that was created with her stature...
I'd be labled King...
With big bells that ding aling...
but all I get is singers that never sing, numbers that never ring...
But I do know a left hand thats looking for a ring..
And I just want to marry her...
Never seemed so scarrier...
I'd be giving up all this junk thats located in my area...
This pawned shopped ***** that i could get for cheap...
Goregous on the out side but the relationship is weak...
But see I found a strong bond, its bout time to cash in...
its like putting a penny up front and getting back a million...
See to me Love is wealth...
and being rich is in good health...
but if all i have is money...
then all this junk is pretty...
and I'll never find a diamond in the rough....
playing with all this stuff...
Cuz I really want to marry her..
.wake up everyday with her...
all I'll ever want is her...
Shes everything I need and more, and so with more then junk Im merrier...
I Marry Her...
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 1:02 PM UTC
Years are revisited
As I bury myself in snow
And listen to the cries of the ******
I watch the places
Where your funeral pyre lied,
And whimper, wishing I was superman.
There used to be a fear in me,
A fear to let people in, or love anyone,
Because as soon as I dared don a title, everyone ripped from my fingers.
But I'm older now,
I've truely fallen in love,
And been set ardently aflame,
Writhing in the agony that made me.
I have scorched away my mind's youth,
Trading it for browned flowers and hushed internet history,
I am so fervently alive it hurts.
But?
Winter came and
Stole everyone and everything,
Freezing your goregous minds and open hearts.
I watch you all fall like flies,
Just leaping for a chance to die.
I hold you hands close to my chest,
Wishing you all knew that you've made an athiest pray,
And how dearly my world, and the world, needs you.
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 9:49 PM UTC
walking down the street
I see this boy;
goregous
laden with muscles
his glistening white teeth reflecting his beauty.
I am rid of words to describe him
for my vocabulary bank has just withered.
Cheesy and overused it may sound,
but I think,
he's
perfect.
I look at the mirror
and all I see are wide hips,
thighs that probably have pigs in them,
and a face that makes me want to punch the mirror.
I think of him,
and I ask myself,
"why am I so ugly?"
(d.b.)
Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 9:55 AM UTC
A tree sits in the middle of a forest,
Hydrophobic,
It fears the rain.
Its bark is coarse,
Its roots withered,
It has no leaves,
And its branches point down,
Toward the ground.
The tree does this by choice,
For it’s afraid of change,
And if not changing is the one thing it can control,
It’ll hold it to the end.
When the rain pours,
The tree refuses the water,
Spits it toward its fellow trees,
Whose leaves dance in the windy breeze.
They always saw the little tree as strange.
Why did it willingly starve itself?
What did it gain?
It always looked so sad,
All alone,
Yet this was the life that it chose.
As the little tree grew older,
It watched as its fellow trees grew tall,
And oh, so green.
Their changing leaves,
Their branches and berries,
That the birds would love to eat.
How it envied,
Oh, it envied.
It uprooted itself,
As its dying roots clung to life,
It walked all on its own,
To find another home.
It started to wonder if the rain was worthy of his fear,
Or if it was overthinking–again.
Was the future a mountain or a molehill?
Only time will tell.
How the little tree wished it could control every detail,
Save itself from suspense,
Always knowing what comes next.
Unfortunately,
Life doesn’t work that way,
A lesson the tree would have to learn,
And accept,
To find brighter days.
The tree planted itself in a garden,
Filled with flowers,
Of many hues,
Reds,
Greens,
Yellows,
And blues.
Even though the nearby birds,
Would chirp and coo,
It did little,
To ease the little tree’s
Lonely blues.
Yet as it gazed,
Amidst the pretty colors,
Of the flowers,
He thought of the fellow trees.
He wondered,
If this was the way life was meant to be.
After all,
These flowers would die come winter,
And grow again come spring,
And they would be just a goregous,
And marvelous,
The second time around.
Eureka!
Purpose and acceptance,
Finally found.
The little tree looked to the sky,
A thunderstorm was on its way.
He could hear the crackle of the lightning,
As a house was set unto a blaze.
The tree tightened down his roots,
He wouldn’t be afraid.
Perhaps if he believed,
He would be okay.
After all,
The other trees thrived off the rain,
It caused their leaves to grow,
And eased their decay.
Perhaps,
He was running from the wrong thing.
Perhaps,
His biggest villain wasn’t change.
Perhaps,
Life would be okay.
The rain came like a hurricane,
And the tree absorbed the water,
Having starved and thirsted for so long,
And as the sky cleared to the sunshine,
He heard the bird’s sweet songs.
His leaves grew majestically,
The berries tasted so sweet,
The birds who ate them,
Devoured even the seeds.
The tree felt fulfilled,
He had found his place,
And though he still feared the future,
And change,
He believed everything would be okay.
Mar 13, 2025
Mar 13, 2025 at 10:02 PM UTC
to be honest, i trully, only remember four "things"
from primary school, the names:
danielle (brown hair, freckles),
michelle (a beauty from the philippines)
& samantha (goregous curly amber
soaked hair, and a slightly chubby face,
that only added to the exfoliating effect
for an added worth's of beauty),
kerri-ann (ice-skater in later life);
let's just say i began fancying girls,
a little bit early,
having started ************ aged 8,
without *********** any *****
oh... dar she blows!
and the catholic argument!
what was the argument?
where, ***** where baby, where
foetus, what?! now you're ******* ******** on me
with your quack quack quack... quack quack...
miracle of life, fake awe stance...
you ever ****** off and felt
the pleasure from the muscles tensed, being relaxed
and no ***** coming out?
i guess that's a no then...
you "matured" until you
got a ******* of phallatio from the opposite ***
so your argument, comes from being impregnated
by a woman's ego once she did some ******
act on you... applause! encore!
more! more! more! more of these useful idiots!
oh i'll rip this church to shreds, should i even have
to die mad;
teaching these high moral stakes to children at school,
and you think? you think? there will not be
a backlash?
how about you crucify them fake
like the jews tell their children to
sing at a ******* bar mitzvah? can you
hear the songs coming from cross of 13 year olds?
******* sadists.
oh no, you ain't having the high ground again,
you had your chances... you ****** up,
start the degenerate programme
escapade; start looking for your eyes
in your loved one's lost pair of spectacles
lying somewhere in a dark alley;
just fake victorian on me once, and you'll see
what happens when later desire to expose yourself
as "modern" with a sex-tape...
what a bunch of schizoids-anti-sapiens!
Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 8:10 PM UTC