"harasses" poems
I’ve been squeezing moose all over my body in an attempt
To give it more volume
Which is to say I was trying to give my life more depth
When you’re finished reading astronomy you’ll end up
Throwing oranges at pedestrians because **** it, Earth is
Meaningless and everyone needs to cheer up
**** it because being content is the hardest
Thing you can possibly do
Which is to say throwing oranges at people is the hardest
Thing to do without getting your *** kicked
**** it because when an orange concentrates hard enough it becomes juice
And if I concentrate hard enough I **** myself
Which is to say I need to have a seat and calm down—
Enjoy this cigarette while it lasts
I am no longer able to print Handle-With-Care labeling
And tape it to my body like someone who actually believes that works
While the sun laughs and harasses me with oranges all day
**** it, there’s too much moose and I’m wearing a white shirt.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 11:56 PM UTC
I searched for days, so many days, to find
A flower nearing bloom that smelled as strong
As all the love I house for you. So wrong
Was I to try and find with my own mind
Such a sight... Lo! A man was there, behind
The signs. He sold me it, humming a song;
The seller shouted as I left the throng,
"Its bloom is nearing soon, but give it time!"
And the flower's bloom releases a scent
So foul--It is the skunk that ceased to be
Because of some unfortunate event.
And so much time for fragrances was spent,
This morbid stench only harasses me:
The Titan Arum has from Hell been sent.
May 23, 2011
May 23, 2011 at 11:54 AM UTC
Cannot shake these feelings
Love in my heart is stronger than me
Your memory harasses day and night
Shackled to past, will I ever be free?
It is never too late to start over
Not too late for change, don't you see?
It is never too late to be the person
You always wished to be
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 7:19 PM UTC
Ok. So there are like about ten guys right. And they all are in love or falling in love with my sister. **Let me just tell you, if one of you ******** hurts her or harasses her I will find you and leave you broken. I don't even give two damns if your in another state or country. I will fly to your *** and knock you the **** out.** My sister is too good for ya'll. You'se need to lower the testosterone levels and find a girl where you live. My sister is sixteen and half you guys hitting on her are like in your mid-twenties. There is only one guy for her. Just one, and you know who you are. We message sometimes. **But for the rest of ya'll, ******* mess with my sister and I will personally send you into hell. God help me!**
Thank you for reading and listening to my bantering.
Questions and comments can be posted her or messaged to me. Have a nice night or day, wherever you live.
Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 9:29 PM UTC
Little pink pills,
Like a chemical life support,
Stick to the walls of my esophagus
And refuse to budge
And become the lump in my throat
That I carry around
Throughout my day
When the man harasses me on the street
When the stranger compliments my shoes
When my friends' eyes burn.
Little pink pills
Can't even save a small girl
From that big voice
Creeping up from her cerebellum
Into her temporal lobe
And whispering into her ear
And taunting
And laughing
And then screaming.
Little pink pills,
to delay the inevitable.
Little pink pills,
to deter final peace.
Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 7:56 PM UTC
*
Who cast this magic
that doesn't let me get wet
even when it rains
Who cast this magic
That doesn't **** me
Even after I have died
Who will be able to tell why
I am not moving
Even though I am walking
Who will be able to tell why
I am not living
Even though I am alive
Is it a lightning or is it a breeze
Is it the sun or the moon
Or is it the flowers and the birds
I am being tormented
without understanding
What's happening to me
Is it a beautiful color of LOVE or
A cruelty of fate
That is playing in my life
Sometimes it is a thing of kindness
Sometimes it is a thing of cruelty
Sometimes it is a thing of tears
Sometimes it is a thing of joy
My eyes refuse to close and
want to announce the entire world,
The silence feels like a lullaby
During day LOVE is caring like a mother
During night it harasses like a monster
During day LOVE is seeking you like a DOTING father
During night it caresses me like peacock feather
This situation of losing my way
with out losing never stops
This situation of losing my mind
Without going mad never ends
LOVE follows you with out ever
letting you go,
but you won't be able to see it
This thing that kills
without killing must be TRUE LOVE
It is a ANGEL that lives within me
without giving any warning
I feel something drilling
inside me that must surely be PURE LOVE
Now I see my soul being shattered
That must be ETERNAL LOVE
Who cast this magic
that doesn't let me get wet
even when it rains
Who cast this magic
That doesn't **** me
Even after I have died
It must be TRUE LOVE
*
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 11:50 PM UTC
As I caress your porcelain neck, my hands start to get a better grip. The cry comes out as ***** The self pity, in tears to blend with the water below. All drains lead to the ocean, I begged the current to take me away with it's flow. Because all you can remember is 16 year old you...happy about food on holidays. While your mom harasses you to hate yourself. She said," Go! Go stand naked infront of that mirror and I can be certain you will never be happy about food again." And so I carress you, with bruised knees and a broken heart.
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 10:24 PM UTC
Thinking about you gives me a pit in my stomach.
hitting deep to the core of everything
that pesters, harasses, and eats me up.
holding my head as if somehow that
erases the memories of the agony piercing.
but you, are permanent. Never changing.
Wiping my eyes of everything that is you.
A tear for the laughter and
a tear for the pain.
Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 9:16 PM UTC
We are too much in the world
Of distant sirens, each one racing
To our homes.
The plume of smoke arrests me;
The shoe on the yellow-dotted line
I passed, wondering how one limps home,
Not noticing.
The other night I heard the empty thud
Of flesh and skin and then my cell was vibrating.
I have a message from South Carolina,
FB wants to befriend us;
Twitter assails us;
What's Ap pesters;
E-mail harasses.
We have more messaging orifices
Than a Bell operator,
And hearts beat faster with every siren,
Every baby's cry.
Night shades, ear plugs
And sensory deprivation
Will only heighten our anxiety.
We're kissing urns and spitting ashes.
Our connection falters.
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 9:12 AM UTC
You were engulfed, in flower beds, by pink
clouds and wooly masses, dogs and fishes,
waiting for some game to load, I think.
This is ineffably, inexplicably daunting
how my mind harasses hours in some fade out mode.
I was manic, forged by panic in unhealthy
seas and waves. This thing we have, how it behaves,
is clueless, sightless, blind yet anything but fightless.
We aim to work for all we want,
I can't stop thinking, linking every action,
every contraction that has lead me to feel for you.
You were hidden, I was shortly ridden of the smell,
the hairy distractions, predicting how I ought to live.
Though you give me answers, I have no more questions
for every doubt is swept away.
Even when I play I can't be wrong, neither can you
in any thing we'd think we'd do.
We're always right and always winning,
don't forget, we're only just beginning.
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 9:39 PM UTC
Obnoxious words
I carry between my teeth
No, no
I can't let them escape my grip
Jaw locked
Mouth dry
Shaking
Why do you have so much to say
Keep it in, keep it in
These are secrets
These are spells
Enchanted
Charmed
Distraught
Look what ache you can cause
Don't you dare release them
The overthinking *****
In my body
Harasses me
Emotions linger
The guilt
The shame
In the end,
I know if I release these obnoxious words
Nothing--
Absolutely NOTHING, would ever be the same.
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 1:28 AM UTC
Being a bully in today's world is not someone who harasses you. It is those who tell the truth. Our generation is so coddled, preventing people from being hurt. Surrounding yourself with fake friends while your parents are too scared to say anything as well. Living in your own world is all fun and games, until someone comes along and is honest. Then it falls apart. Facts do not vanish when your emotions are on display.
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 3:37 PM UTC
*in our giving of thanks
we find intrinsic value
much more than places
in both directions of
that decimal point ●
a sequined moment
etched in time's fickle
precipice, caught only
with intention and at
times a whole lot of
personal courage and
swallowing of pride;
we've really nothing
to hide from each other
● except maybe the odd
awkward embarrassment
that harasses the mind
while the carving knife
lifts and catches light○*
●○
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Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 2:42 AM UTC