"kickass" poems
Holding a torch to single motherhood with one hand
~ I push the pram of invisibility with the other!
*Perhaps I should get a curve hugging costume,
a (wipe-clean) comic strip silhouette of a kickass mother.*
"I'll be doing it all because I can!"
Aug 12, 2012
Aug 12, 2012 at 6:12 AM UTC
My special talent is being tough.
Not being unreachable,
Not being invincible,
Not being unaffected, but taking blows.
It's a dubious gift, to be sure.
But I think I can no longer deny the fact that my biggest strength in this life is my ability to take a hit and come back.
Yes, there are people who don't even feel the blows that life deals out.
And on the other hand, there are those people who fall to their knees and collapse whenever something hurts.
But right in the middle,
Between apathy and fragility,
That is where I live,
And I think it's the hardest place to be.
To brush off attacks is one thing.
To let them reach you and go on through the pain is quite another.
My special talent is SURVIVING.
My therapist says I need to learn how to thrive.
Maybe she's right. But with my life, I've not been allowed the chance.
What I have had some kickass experience with is enduring.
Surviving.
Going on.
Finding something to live for when everything I've lived for in the past has been knocked down like a line of dominoes.
And yeah, my acceptance of pain makes me vulnerable, but I spring back.
I absorb the force of what life throws at me and throw it right back.
I spend the time I need to crying, hurting, fearing.
But I always rise.
Always.
If you decide to edit the cast of my life, I learn to love new people.
If you take my chances from me, I make new ones.
If my dreams are shattered, I create new dreams.
I am not impenetrable.
I am not an island.
People touch my heart,
Leave handprints in wet paint, leave scars, cigarette burns, leave graffiti, but I
Go on.
They do not destroy me.
They can take, but they can never demolish.
My backbone bends in the wind, but it's made of steel, and you'll never break it.
I am tough, it is my special talent.
I fight wars every day that you will never know about.
I rise ****** each morning from battles against dreams of your arms.
And I will tell you this, my darling, my tyrant:
You can conquer, but you'll never win.
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 12:14 AM UTC
The following is a true story. Regular words are the teacher, the quoted, myself.
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Today we are going to play
a word association game.
I will say a word,
and then you do the same.
Yellow.
"Yellow."
Blue.
"Blue."
That's not what I want you to do!
Say something different than what I say:
Cup.
"Up-cay."
Plate.
"Late-pay."
Book.
"Ook-bay."
Pencil.
"Encil-pay."
Okay...
May 17, 2010
May 17, 2010 at 3:38 PM UTC
replacing white lines with gray ash and sleeping in beds for sleeping in bathrooms and you wonder if you had any self respect in the first place because this afternoon you tried to think of your happiest memories in the past year and it wasn't when you were in someone's arms or thinking of your successes in the mirror while you flexed your kickass young *** it was when you were smoking bummed menthols and your friend commandeered a miniature tractor in the tenderloin and conducted two drug deals in less than 30 minutes and you watched her disdainfully with her girlfriend and wondered where on ******* earth you could get a three dollar old fashioned and let a forty year old flirt with you for coke and you wouldn't even have to do anything for it wouldn't life be nice like that
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC
To the ******* at Mongolian Barbecue last night:
Just because you let your short shorts and flowered headband
Scream assumptions about your homosexuality doesn't mean
You can make those assumptions about others,
Forcing red-faced shame and trembling knees on a stranger,
Your hands clawing the pride from blue eyes like
Storm clouds making the world grey.
Butch and **** are never words that should come from your lips,
To someone you don't know
Just because you portray yourself as flamboyant
And she has her own style
They carry too many decades of hatred and fear to be
Tossed into casual conversation
Like land mines in her closet.
I don't care if you thought you were joking or being funny or cute
Her leather jacket and kickass combat boots don't
Paint some sort of rainbow bullseye
Between her shoulder blades, behind her heart.
People have enough to deal with in this world
Without having to defend themselves against your ignorance,
Without having to stop their tears from
Making small oceans on the streets of Ann Arbor.
Butch and **** should not be thrown from your lips
Carelessly,
Meaning none of the weight they carry.
You probably didn't see her cry
Because that's just the kind of person she is
But I did,
A thunderstorm of conflicting emotions and heart-wrenching, blood-curdling cries,
A deep-seated ache that won't be washed away
With my hugs or chocolate or
Assurances that you are, in fact,
A **** who doesn't deserve to know her.
11:30 pm she walked through the front door with red eyes and damp cheeks,
Her voice thick and choking on
Your arrogant, misplaced words,
And I might not always get along with my sister
But I felt my sternum crack right through the middle
When she spoke of you,
Ribcage shattering,
Rainbows pouring from my lungs
To try and knit her fractured, hopeful heart
Back together.
I am my sister's keeper.
To the ******* at Mongolian Barbecue,
I hope you learn to grow up and see how your
Words splinter souls like weeds splitting concrete
But until then
**** you.
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 12:42 PM UTC
As this year reaches its end
there's a couple things I wanna say.
This year for me was full of change.
New school. New friends. New city. New everything.
Of course this was hard, but I had my reward:
met some great friends,
went to places I had only dreamed of,
and I even met her. Yes, the one.
I can think of a couple things that let me down,
but for the things I got it's not worth a tear.
Too many good things for too little bad things.
Seems like a fair trade to me.
I still miss my old friends though. My family too.
I miss the laughs, the anecdotes and all the memories we share.
I promise I'll soon be with you all once again,
just wait for me.
And then comes her.
She's the one who made this the best year for me so far.
I wasn't looking for her, but there she was,
ready to come into my life, and make it so much better.
Thank you.
So all in all this year has been kickass.
I might have complained a lot throughout it,
but in the end I was just being a *****
I loved this year, and I can only hope the next one is as good as this one was.
Ohh, and wish every single one of you to have an amazing year too.
From the heart, I love you all.
Thanks, and happy new year.
Dec 31, 2012
Dec 31, 2012 at 2:18 PM UTC
I was going to write a poem
about the distance
I walk
girls to their cars.
You know, to the door?
down the stairs to the front porch?
out to the first step for that last, awkward hug?
do I really like them?
Am I concerned for their safety
or is this just
the obligatory,
socially and culturally
acceptable
distance for me to walk with this particular individual?
Did I even get out of bed?
Is the distance I walk directly proportional to the amount of feelings I have for that person at that time?
Or does time of day or night play into it?
Do I actually walk them
all the way
down the hill
to where they are allowed to park,
if they are a one nighter but it is 3 a.m.?
Or perhaps to the end of my lawn,
at the opening of my small,
rickety,
barely noticed
fence,
which keeps nothing in or out,
to hold them so tight that they know,
they just know
with every molecule in their essence
that I am theirs,
all of me,
and that I do not want them
to leave
but if they must,
I shall be waiting
eagerly
with every molecule of my essence
to breathe them in again,
to feel them near me again,
to smell their sweat again?
I was going to write about that.
But then I thought,
why not write about your plants?
I realized the other day,
while watering my various plants,
six in total,
that all of them had been given to me.
They were all gifts.
By women.
My dear mother,
both of my beautiful sisters,
two rotten ex-girlfriends of mine,
and a kickass lesbian friend
I met through somebody
that got walked to the front porch.
Surely
there must be a poem
in there somewhere, I thought.
With all the females
and the ***
and the plants
and soil
and life
and all that other ********
surely
I must be able
to conjure up
something beautiful,
something wonderful
and profound
and bewildering
and inspiring
and all that other ********
but sadly for you
dear reader,
all I could come up with
was this piece of ****
you just read.
The good thing is,
I didn't write this for you.
I wrote this for me.
I have to.
Jun 22, 2012
Jun 22, 2012 at 12:06 AM UTC
I lap a bit of the water out of my cupped hands,
then splash the rest on my battered face.
Evan looked at me like I was obscene,
left the room, slammed the door, burning,
Tyler was still nauseous, buried in the couch,
talked light about being surprised at his survival.
I made him some toast,
we tried to piece together the night,
but we only remembered that
he concocted some White Russian rip-off and called
it a Grey Romanian,
I talked to Rachel about *** and respect,
Evan wasn't very appreciative of the cake I baked,
nor was he kind to Shawna or Kara when
they gave him kickass gifts,
Bobby kept Tyler from drowning in his *****
Lauren brought me a blanket when I was freezing,
I passed out in the bathroom,
and the general consensus was we need to slow down.
Tyler told me he felt like he needed to go to church.
I felt ***** too,
but it was more from the things I have seen,
I have touched, and God never could make me unsee, unfeel.
Tyler and I sat and talked like ancient men,
men who had far outlived their time,
and were just waiting for death's hour
to claim its ****
Pure things come and find us,
we won't find you,
not down the road we've been taking.
Pure things,
the world should hang its head in shame
at all its ***** things.
Give us a revival.
The Grey Romanians, the depths,
and the *** aren't giving the answers
we expect.
I told Tyler I loved him,
walked out the door,
the sun was too bright,
I walked past an Asian lady,
her smile was insane,
I climbed in my car,
put on some Thelonious
and mended myself with each erased mile.
Oct 2, 2010
Oct 2, 2010 at 8:43 PM UTC
Some people make it seem so romantic and some would probably say I'm guilty
of exploiting it as well.
Well let me be the first to tell you there's no glory in burning out.
I live my life and to excess of course but it's not my mission to overdose or end up splattered across
highway.
Death isn't a choice it's a promise and to fear it is to worry over breathing its just part of the game folks.
The **** I write about isn't a fantasy or what I believe its like I've actually lived it.
And out of a handful of people I know I'm lucky enough to say I'm still here.
I cant tell you how to live your life and honestly I don't ever give a **** how you do.
I've done most every drug known to man and some of them are rather overrated
to be honest that's why I prefer booze mainly because I really don't trust putting **** in my system made by people who look like they haven't slept or washed there *** in two weeks.
Yeah cokes real good **** you stay paranoid as **** and if you get a good taste for it
it'll **** you bank account and your heart but it is good to have on hand for picking up strippers.
Hey I'm just saying if you go to the woods to hunt animals you probably use bait.
Well my hunting ground is probably a lot more comfortable than yours but hey
whatever gets you off.
Where all checking out sooner or later but don't ever fall for that delusion that
getting out early is ******* romantic **** if I had pulled the trigger when I was a miserable ass
teen I would have really missed some overrated times and some hot chicks who just
happened to lower there standards yes be used is kickass especially when you get a
happy ending out of the deal.
Live it as you will not as others would prefer cause only a spineless candy ***
plays it safe.
I write a lot of crazy **** cause I live a lot worse crazy ****
But at least I have ******* fun.
Sure you can say **** it all to this world.
Or you can really **** the ******** off and shake **** up till they put your ***
in the dirt.
Me I'm going to go down with the ******* ship.
A drink in hand and laughing like a madman the whole way down.
Cause nothing ***** with the ignorant worse than a son of ***** that just wont
stay down.
Cheers hamsters.
Gonzo
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 3:42 PM UTC
Maybe I'm the person who backs away from compliments
Who sits on the sideline to watch the nights events
The one who doesn't like the spotlight on her
Who has a feeling she's got the answer but isn't sure..
Maybe I'm the person who sits on her hands in class
You know, that person who always avoids the mass
The one who doesn't do well with the crowded halls
Who always looks away from the teacher when she calls
Maybe I'm the person who hides behind book covers
Because the books tell of dragons, fairies and lovers
Worlds where she's the princess, soon to be queen
Or a kickass ninja fighting robot machine
Maybe my imagination takes me to far away places
Maybe I imagine the friendliest faces
Maybe that's because no one in reality was friendly
Maybe you should look at me and see me differently.
- E.A.F
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 1:28 PM UTC
Now, we find needs just so we can fill them. We go insane so we can buy the meds. Soccer moms popping children’s pills. Everyone dreaming suicide and depression. No how. No why. No reason.
We want inventions so we can make infomercials. Who cares about shipping and handling? **** the national debt. I’ll give you my credit card number, and you’ll send me a pet nail trimmer, even though Max (the dog) died four years ago, you never know what you’ll need right?
We find government just to have politicians. Everyone promises a solution to the problem. No one ever expects it to pan out. Instead, we vote on name recognition, parties, and skin color. Who cares about platforms or empty promises?
We wage wars just to make video games. I’ll shoot you now, your brother will shoot me later, but don’t worry, when we’re all in the ground. Someone, somewhere, will design a kickass, strategic, lifelike game, where dying only means regenerating and less ammo.
We all want something, or nothing. We all work to live, live to die.
Try just to fail, fail to try.
We want anonymity, just to forget the tragedy of our minds.
Aug 2, 2010
Aug 2, 2010 at 12:18 PM UTC
The Best People In The World Are The One's Who Really Love you
And Care About You, Honor and Care About your presence
The Best People in the World Are the ones your heart sings for
The Best Age in your Life is Now
The Best Moment In your Life is Now
The Best Place to Be in The World is Where you Are
The Best Place in The World is Here
The Best Movie in the World is The One you Dare To Create
The Best Story in the World is the One you re-Create
The Epic Love in The World is the One you cultivate within
And Dare to share with those who care
The Most Beautiful Human In The World Is The Infinite Eternal YOU
And Only YOU for Ever you My Love
Bless This Divine Beauty!
Time For A New Juice Journey from The Inside Out
Let It All Out Let It Blow you away
The Warrior Queen and The Warrior King inside is crystal clear and is sending you mantras to kickass your day with Eternal Wisdom of Ages To the Song Of the Earth wind Fire and Water ..
Are you Listening?
Here Now Souls Singing and it's you Eternal YOU and You And You..
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 8:55 AM UTC
Sometimes certain moments get stuck
Sometimes I believe in good luck
I re live this morning in the afternoon
While I’m in the kitchen and you’re in the bedroom
We lay in bed and you pour your heart out
I look at your eyes and stare at your lips move
You tell me all the things you’re worried about
You look so beautiful even with the lights off
People who hurt you **** me off
We spend the days making art
And the nights making love
We try to make sense of this world
These rules and religions
You tell me things I’ve never heard of
So you take me for a walk, the most interesting one
Where you tell me even the tiniest thought
I feel proud and I feel blessed
Baby, I’m telling you I’m obsessed
Our one day’s have been becoming true
I love you with all my heart, I do
One day we’ll have it all figured out
Until then I’ll hold you and always hear you out
While I don’t like to make plans
I have plans with you
Of living our dreams
You know we make a kickass team
When I lose myself, you’re the one I look up to
I’ll marry you anyway you want me to
No matter the way or the venue
Name a city or a place I’ll be there in a second
I know you’re independent, but on me you can depend
I see why you’re worried
Forget everything and hold me tight, hurry
Life is very unpredictable
But my love for you is unconditional
I look out the window
And say it’s almost morning
Your face looks like a piece of art
As you lay there and push it against the pillow
I say people are getting ready to go to work
Living the 9-5 life
Something we could never do
We are artists like animals in the wildlife
Can't fit into no routines
We are humans and can’t work like machines
Our one day’s have been becoming true
I love you with all my heart, I do
One day we’ll have it all figured out
Until then I’ll hold you and always hear you out
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 5:46 PM UTC
Go the mighty panthers
You are the best in Sydney
You beat south Sydney Rabbitohs
By 14 - 12
It was a top top match mate
I will celebrate every day
Congratulate Nathan cleary
For being the best on ground
Go the mighty panthers
Won the comp in 21
We really pushed and pushed and pushed
2 tries each mate
Panthers won in scoring more goals
We will get some champagne yeah
Everyone was happy
From the ground to mt druit
Partying all over
The road having fun
It was a shame last year
When the storm fucken beat em
But we had our second chance this year
And we won
Go the mighty panthers
We won we won we won
Everyone is partying
With goggles on eyes to stop the beer
Kickass mighty panthers
It was a great match
Go the mighty panthers
All the way
Oct 3, 2021
Oct 3, 2021 at 8:24 AM UTC
Cheap tattoo gun
"Will you be my canvas?"
Never your fault,
It's never your fault?
Always what's done and never what you do
I don't know if I want that tattoo.
What happened to your cars
Is that their fault as well?
Matching Grand Prix
Red, white, white, red
Two 'kickass' Nissan Maximas
And a five speed Dodge Neon that's falling apart.
What happens to plans when you cancel last minute,
How come it is that you never make time?
Work, work, work,
And then you're always late.
She told me to fix it or we couldn't date.
You need to be on time, is that too much to ask?
But whenever I do, I just feel like an ***
I feel so terrible when I get upset
But I know I have the right and I know that I'm allowed.
I get so ****** off when they complain that we're too loud
As if they have to listen
As If I really care.
As if they have no choice but to stay there.
The other day, he said you spanked me
But more of the time,
It just feels like you yank me
In different directions, so many directions,
Angry, sad, sadder, happy.
It feels like I don't know what to do and it feels like neither do you
It feels like we don't know each other, but am I lying to myself,
Do I only love the thought of you?
May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 9:52 AM UTC