"liek" poems
Gurl stops meking out
n asked boi to get potartz
he dus
den gurl teks deep breff
and gurl sais
bf
I am pregnent
will u stay ma bf
n he seys
"NO"
gurl iz hertbrokn
gurl cried n runz awaii from boi wiffout eatin poptart
n she has low blood suga
so she fols
boi runs ova 2 her
She Ded
boi crie
I sed I no be ur bf
cuz i wona b ur husband!
he screems
n frows poptart @ wol
a bootiful diomand ring wus insyd
LIK DIS IF U CRY EVERTIM!!!!
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 6:57 PM UTC
I feel bad for women who date online.
There are good men in this world, I swear.
Not every man who walks the earth wastes his breath and your time,
with cro-magnon scribbles from a mind so bare,
that it comes as a surprise they managed even to write one line,
much less something so cerebral as this:
"Yo, prety gurl. Liek yur pic,
I so >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Wanna see mah ****
So deep, right? What Socratic genius might have penned such lines?
Surely not even Shakespeare or Keats could craft words so divine!
I am so sorry, women who date online.
Truly, I'm sorry, on behalf of mankind
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 1:21 AM UTC
I liek dem chickens
I bought dem chickens
I lost dem chickens
Angels wept
Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 2:11 PM UTC
WARNING:
A very very ***** parody of the song "Lips of a angel" by Hinder
(listen to song while reading, it will make more since)
(See notes for more details)
Honey why you queefing tonight.
It's kinda hard to **** right now.
And honey why you queefing,
is everything okay?
I like the way your whispering eye sounds.
Well, my ***** in your *******
Sometimes I wish it wasn't.
I guess we never really lubed enough.
I heard you like to play with toys.
You're screaming my name,
was that a *****
Coming from the lips of and angel,
the way you ***** it makes me seep.
And i, never want to see your brown eye.
But girl you make my **** hard and playful.
With the "lips" of an angel.
It's funny that you're queefing, right now.
And yes, i've dreamt of this too.
Dose he know you're ******* with me,
can we please just try.
Baby please don't say you have to poo.
Well my ***** in your *******
Sometimes i wish it wasn't.
i guess we never really lubed enough.
I heard you like to play with toys.
You're screaming my name,
was that a *****
Coming from the "lips" of a angel,
the way you ***** it makes me seep.
And i, never wanted to see your brown eye.
But girl you make my **** hard and playful.
With the "lips" of a angel.
I heard you liek to play with toys.
you're screaming my name.
was that a *****
Coming from the lips of a angel
the way you ***** it makes me seep
And I never wanted to see your brown eye.
But girl you make my **** hard and playful,
with the "lips" of and angel.
I never wanted to see you're brown eye.
But girl you make my **** hard and playful,
with the lips of a angel.
Honey why you qeefing tonight.
Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 2:31 AM UTC
Kafija
citiem tā vairāk tīk melna
citiem balta
bet man bez cukura.
Kafijas garša ir neaprakstāma
nevajag lsd vai mdma
jo kafija spēj aizstāt visu.
Tai plūstot manī
es sajūtos kā paradīzē
jo kafijā ir kaut kas īpašs,
kaut kas tāds,
kas nav citos dzērienos.
Kafija liek man aizmirsties
un man tas patīk.
Mana burvju dzira
uz mūžū...
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 10:13 AM UTC
dat betch iz out of mi liek 4 gud & out of mi baez lief bc she a sloot & nu 1 lek hur & she st00pid & sh3 tri 2 taek me bae but she didmt taek him & ily bae
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 3:07 PM UTC
I have travelled, many a weary step, so long, and for so long with baited breath,
ANXIOUS
ready to be relieved of the responsibilities of life
craving freedom from calamity and strife
frantic and frenzied
as though at some point i might find the answer
to an oft ignored question
i look up at the stars, as they look down at me
and bask in the glory of the past and present's symmetry
because there are so many of us...
all bound to humanity
now passed through the flame of mortality
the "others"
the ones who have asked themselves why they're here
the intellectuals warriors who have no need for fear
when they look into the veil of death
and sense the first vibrations on the pulse of life
when i used to dip my pen into the ink,
metaphorically, because my computer helps me to think
i used to doubt engaging in the process of creation
it used to enrage
my self serving denomination
the sensation of never quite being able to express yourself as fluidly as option b
or the devilry that comes from hiding yourself within the layers of flesh referred to as anatomy
i use to cower by act three,
run from the stage before the audience saw through me,
never receiving my final bow
but now i realize,
that at the core of my existence
imbedded in my instincts
is the ability of my creator....
and I'm a fan
so now when i dip my pen to the paper
I'm a masked crusader
cool, liek darth vader
and i aint never going back
to that tired dusty beaten track
refered to, in passing, as memory lane
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 2:03 PM UTC
Hi Mom,
I've been trying to tell you and I already have, but you took it as a joke and when you ask questions , you've always had this tone of disapproval if I said yes. But mom, I'm a guy. Not a tomboy girl but like an actual guy that's just stuck in the wrong skin.
I don't want to be known as a girl. I never have because it's not who I am. I'm not your daughter, or Ali or anything that has to do with being a female. I'm pretty sure you could sense I wasn't ever a girl anyways. I've always wanted to be and act liek Sean and Dad. Not how you or Grandma would act. I want to be your other son, Jamie. That's who I am. That's who your youngest kid is Mom.
I feel super awkward whenever we go shopping for clothes because I don't belong in the girls section. I want to wear mens clothes mom, mens shoes and keep my super short hair. Because I'm me whenever I get the chance to wear mens clothes and be looked at as being a boy. And in public, when people mistake me for a guy, I actually really like it because that's who I actually am.
Mom, I'll be a high schooler next year and I want to be known as Jamie. A guy. School would be a lot easier and better for me if I was known as and reffered to as a guy. Plus, I wouldn't get second guessed all the time if I were a guy. And I know you'll probably say, "No. I'm not going to call you Jamie or male pronouns and you're not going to dress like a guy." but mom, this is who I am. And I'm going to be me, no matter what.
I love you a lot mom, and I would've told you sooner or later but now I can live as me and not have to worry about being a girl. I'm still your second kid too, I just go by a different name and gender now. And to be fair, you've never really had a daughter in the first place, just a son trapped in the wrong skin and clothes. I love you and am glad I can live my life as me.
Love, Jamie
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 12:40 AM UTC
*what am i doing here?
why am i waiting for someone who isnt waiting for me?
the ***** was mine to call
but now it seems liek the tables have turned
& its turned hard
what am i really suppose to be doing at this time of day?
well,
i know the answer to that question
& so do you.
yet,
im still here.
waiting, wondering, and wasting time that need not be wasted.
i've just finished my second glass of coffee
& im not going strong at all.
i feel like a ******
waiting for my client to **** me,
so i can get money to feed my children of three different races.
She asked me if i wanted a light.
of course, i said no.
the dark parts of my brain is
coming to be the dark comfort of my day.
im sticky, & icky,
im not pleasant to touch or be with,
but im still here
why am i here ?*
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 4:44 AM UTC
You push me away
then pull me close
and you reject me
and tell me you miss me
and act liek nothing is wrong
and share random stuff one moment
not talk to me for days next
and somehow
in this push-pull friendship of ours
everytime you come back
after hurting me for days,
weeks, sometimes months on end
everytime you talk sweet to me
after harsh words
everytime you pretend
like everything is cool
and nothing happened
and you didn't hurt me
brushing it off as bad mood,
bad day,
bad timing.
everytime you bounce back
i get annoyed with the fact
that i don't even pretend to be okay.
that it really is okay
all that matters at the moment is we are friends again
and you are talking to me again
and i can't not care
and i can't shut you off
the way you shut me off.
i guess this is what it means
to love the unlovable.
But i really care
and i really love you.
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 9:59 AM UTC
Cwayons.
Wagsy cwayons,
Gween cwayons,
Puple cwayons,
Blue cwayons,
Lellow cwayons.
Wagsy,
Wagsy,
Cwayons.
I liek cwayons.
Deir cowourfull an pwetty.
Peaple are liek cwayons,
Each one a deffewent cowour,
But deir awe cwayons.
Sep 14, 2011
Sep 14, 2011 at 12:29 PM UTC
Anne Frank
I am ANNE FRANK
I liek kissing bois
And touchin them
I have a sweet secret
SWEET SWEET SECRET
The gas tastes nice
So does typhus fever
It smeels liek chicken
It smeels like Anne Frank up in this torture chamber
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 10:46 AM UTC
if i write you a poem while i m drunk will you
still love
me in the
morning
would yuo take me
two breakfast or for coffee
wood you kiss me befroe i leave
and miss me while i am gonw
can you look at me liek
i am yur sun and moon and sea
love me becuase i wrote
you a poem while i was
drunk
i am
drunk
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 10:49 PM UTC
i wish i could love you like a
radio hairdo
i wish i could have one
in a similar style
i wish i could hold you
out of my sight
like a radio hairdo
a total joy
i wish
we could go on like this
like light waiting for destruction
we could go on
staying apart liek
this
like a radio hairdo
but in a similar style
for real.
Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 2:56 AM UTC
Oh my god I feel so depressed right now
i ATE weigh too many tacos a few hours ago
It's raining outside...which is cool, I guess
I cna listen to any song on the planet but don't feel like it anymore...which is a big part of the depression
I wAS recently diagnosed with overstimulation or something liek that...seriously.
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 1:36 AM UTC