"masterbate" poems
They put us in glass boxes
And empty rooms with glass ceilings
We conform to make our ends, and we learn to muffle our feelings
Their inventions age into Standards, and they sell us their finest wine for a fee
No prison for this Queen
'Cause I like my ******* free...
They applaud our independance at first
Then tell us we are now too proud
Our voices once unheard are now suddenly too loud
Make sure you please the people
No heels too high, and no skirt above the knee
I wear no bra to imprison my womanhood
'Cause I like my ******* free...
Jiggle jiggle with hard ******* let them bounce naturally
I am every bit of my roots- I'm ***** happily
I'm not ashamed of their smallness
Despite their size, they stand as firm and tall as mountain peaks
They're embarassed or jealous of my freedom
'Cause I like my ******* free...
Big or small, short or tall, even if one is size 'A' and the other 'B'
They are our imperfect perfections
They belong to you, they belong to me
Our country has learned to dictate through mandate
While they ********** themselves to higher power
I'm not ashamed of my nakedness and I look in the mirror after my shower
So if you think I need a bra
Then I will tell you you need to be imprisoned
My mind is mine, as is my body and they will never take my vision
They try to smother what they don't understand
I'm just evolving into the best Me
I know who and what I am...
...And I just happen to like my ******* to be free.
May 5, 2010
May 5, 2010 at 1:28 PM UTC
our petty love
we give it to one person
and ask it from one person!
DOOMED!
we roam naked encounters
thinking we are angels in heaven
but we are only dying way too young
we **********
using eachother's bodies
and write
fragile love poems
soon to be dissolving
as if left out in the rain
time moves on
will we move on with it?
carrying ghosts
hiding in shadows
drama kings and queens
ignoring the world
ignoring the soul
DOOMED!
our petty addiction
vainly expressive
just for the moment
dreaming tomorrows
that never come
our petty love
we give it to one person
and ask it from one person
an idea borrowed
from someone
our petty love
we give it to one person
and ask it from one person
DOOMED
Jan 21, 2011
Jan 21, 2011 at 10:18 AM UTC
If I were to:
…write a prayer that describes the empty place.
If I were to describe:
…the grace.
…the constuction of silence.
...that I can feel full.
…the awareness of breaking down addictions.
...recognizing that the voice telling me
to buy a candy bar or ********** is not who I am.
...that this voice of addiction is only the desire for identification with things, forms.
…that I know that the more I identify with it the more insane I become.
…that recognizing has changed everything.
It makes me stop writing.
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 11:34 PM UTC
*I'm your **** I'm your pope, I'm your pastor baby
Confess your sins to me while you **********
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 8:31 AM UTC
666
---
We wander
We touch and ****
We call it "love"
••
Delicate is the pain
Infantile
••
We wander
We touch and ****
••
We **** eachother and our boredom
With infantile perverse love
& praise eachother
as we wander
Thru timeless agonies
••
We touch we ****** we **********
We use eachother's bodies and not our hands
••
We use our hands for typing lies on the page
••
You don't fool
Me
••
Reality tee vee !
•
Flipping channels
Destroying lives
••
Wandering
Touching killing
Writing poetry
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 3:38 PM UTC
Everyone tells me, "Idle time is the devil's playground."
Maybe I want to play with the devil, insisting on others
To stoop to my level. People want me to bow down to
Them anyway, telling me how I should live my *******
Life day to day. They put ******* stipulations on everything!
Can't smoke, can't drink, can't **** someone might end up
With aids. What the **** Can't look at **** nor **********
Can't be this, can't be that, can't have no ******* dreams they
Ain't worth a crap. **** I'm just a bumb, not worth much
Of anything, I like to *** and pretend I'm a king; smoke a
Cig afterward and do it all over again. ******* if it ever means anything at all, then I guess I'll live in hell, Cause I'm having too much fun as it is.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 3:47 AM UTC
*Everybody has an expiration date.
How will you face your fate?
Face down in a drunk state?
Heart attack while you **********
In a fight with spouse irate?
Hit by a car while you skate?
Depressed or while you elate?
Because from death,nobody can separate.*
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 1:32 PM UTC
Inner Devils
I’m always, on the outside,
But I’m looking in,
Your greatest faults, I’ll abide,
I support and embrace your sin,
I’ll swallow your pain,
I’ll digest what’s inside,
I will rust your chain,
In me you can confide,
I’ll help you shift the blame,
Run from angels who refuse to see,
At your lowest, you’ll be glad I came,
But you’ll never know the real me,
Friending those who only think of self,
Always talk in a riddle,
Waiting on your secret shelf,
Musing you, while your privates you ******
I smile when you call,
Us, only talking when you fall,
Two in a dance like notes of a fiddle,
Still, at your loneliness I maul,
I’ll smile when I’m used,
My shoulder ******* your tears,
I know when you’re confused,
I know, because I’ve scribed your fears,
I am the one who leers,
Watching your many tragic fates,
Coming when you shun your peers,
Remembering all the dates,
Suffering in total silence,
Guarding your souls flimsy, gate,
Torches and mobs gather and I stand in defiance,
While you sit at home and **********
Think you see me so crystal clear,
You always call me when it’s late,
I listen, and drown you in a beer,
Fore I’m never one to subjugate,
I taste every tear,
Make you cold to further your career,
Your emotions I stow,
Take every blow,
For,
I am,
The Devil you know...
Aug 13, 2019
Aug 13, 2019 at 10:07 PM UTC
You know when its real late?
And your torn between mass debate
Or **********
It leaves you in a real state
But its down to fate
If I'm irate or I elate
Try to seperate
So I'm not desperate
And I could equate
This to being full of hate
But I couldn't mate
I'm just a reprobate
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 8:35 PM UTC
The things some do
When they're alone,
Would melt the marrow
In your bones.
Some scratch their ***
With such vigor,
Sink to their knuckles
Up their nose,
**** themselves
In panty-hose,
Find their stash,
Find their liquor,
Get high alone,
And that's good for some.
Oh, the things some do
When they're alone.
They scrape the goo
From their eyes
In the afternoon;
Hork out phlegm
In the kitchen sink,
**** loudly,
And not think it stinks.
They pop a pimple on the mirror,
Do nasty things
(I won't say liver).
Oh, the things some do
When they're alone.
They'll surf the net
For ***********
In HD or photography.
They'll roll gobs of wax
From both their ears,
Run naked up and down the stairs.
Landscape private body hairs,
And like a monkey, smell their nails.
Oh, the things some do
When they're alone.
Some deficate in the shower,
********** until they holler,
Then spark a doob,
Check out the mirror,
Then cogitate on tomorrow.
Oh, the things some do
When they're alone,
It's good they're done
Alone at home.
Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 11:13 AM UTC
Flabbergasted
Strutted
Gut~tight feeling, punching, flooded.
~ • ~
Flooding into every ******** Breath, Digest the Power, Arrest Yourself to utter Absolution.
~ • ~
You will not falter beneath this weight, so insurmountable, rumble beneath the covers, shiver in your skin, use it for the masquerade ball for each and all to crawl through you to the funhouse mirror peerers, gaggle toothed crocodile tamers, all will smile in the pantomime hall, pointing the way, you'll hear them say,
"Next time it will be You"
~ • ~
Run Son,
Along the night it will come, it will brush your back with jackal teeth, frozen tundra beneath your Electric Skin, take it off so I may climb in, adjust myself, clear the emptiness, shake it all about,
turn you inside out.
~ • ~
You are helpless, naked, breathless, devastated, Divine. You are Mine.
BREATHE
Close your eyes and breathe, that's better, clever little Valentine. Remember, your heart is mine, all of you, completely, what would you like me to do for you in your body?
BREATHE
Stroke it, Pet it, Touch You...There? Where?
I would like to know your Mind, explore your Circuitry, rearrange the wiring, clear some space for the
~BODY ELECTRIC~
Then I will return your Wrapping Robe for you to wear. It will feel a little new, unknown, dissociated maybe, but at least you have a new machine to
EXPLORE
~ • ~
Will You act the same way, ********** the same way, how will it Feel?
How good can you make it feel?
How about your Brain,
does it work the same?
~ • ~
Aah, so something new to do...
!! Explore !!
I added a few more floors for you to find, rooms with doors, some locked,
and hidden keys..
Please take your Time
Take a Tour
See You again
~~~~~~~~~<<<<•>>>>~~~~~~~~~
Around.......................Enjoy
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 2:58 PM UTC
I look into the void
Nothing left of me
Pressure building
Jump start my heart please
I see so many faults
But I don't ******* judge
Who the **** am I
Just a sinner lying naked under this sun
I ********** thinking of you
Your skin is so smooth to the touch
I wish for you back
But I'm out of touch
So here I am alone once again
With my **** in my hand
I'm such a mother ******
Don't make much sense
I'll shoot you
A drive by coming at you
Messed me all up in my head
Now I'm wishing you dead
I'll huff gasoline to feel numb
How the **** did it come to this
Now I'm ****** coming undone
I paid my soul to the devil
Lying through my teeth under this sun
Through it all I won't stoop to your level
I'll **** it all up with the way I drink
Here's how I ******* think
**** it all, I can't get up
Too many pills, who's to trust
Reaching for the nine
It would be better if I wasn't around this time
A devious smile comes across my face
I'll put myself out of my ******* misery
Not even God can save me, no ******* grace
It's all ******* over, time to let go of this place
Find my way into the sky, it's better off if I die
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 10:08 AM UTC
So many have omitted everyone else
So many have eliminated meaningful actions,
So many have deleted the word love and its operation.
So many have expunged its meaning,
So many have lost them self,
So many are all about them self
So many lost everybody else,
So many seek killing , straight ticket to hell.
So many love to hate,
Hate is the new love,
Hate hate, has become like a mans time to **********
Hate hate, the normal, manys fate,
Hate hate, plugged into the mainstream,
Hate hate, ruins poor boys dreams,
Hate hate, get a date with disbelief,
Hate hate, you came early again not late,
Hate, get the hell out of here, we need love,
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 5:58 PM UTC
Why can't I just
Go along with the system?
Why can't I just "be happy"
Why am I so poor?
Why do I insist on working
A 20 hour work week at most
Why am I lazy?
Why do I drive around just
To people watch?
Why do I ********** in my room?
Why is life
A lonely
And miserable affair?
Why did my therapist
Who I enjoyed talking to
Leave me?
Why do I look the way I do?
Why have I listened to thousands
And thousands of hours
Of documentaries
And podcasts?
Why does America
Keep ******** things up
Across the globe?
America didn't do
Anything When Sadaam
Was using it's chemical weapons
Against our enemy Iran
In the Iran-Iraq war
And I'm always
Out of position
The librarian puts
The books
On the shelves
And answers the phone
I sit here and type
And make nothing
And why have I chosen
The life I lead?
I just have
I just have!
And I want to hug someone
To love someone
But no one
No one is there
And everyone is on
Their phone
And nobody cares
And this country
Is hated by millions
Across the globe
And I wanted to travel
So many places
To Kashmir
To see beautiful faces
Where a war is fought over land
I used to use my left
Now I use my right hand
To correct the slight body
Imbalance you see
Self pleasure is not
Good for me
North Korea
Prepares it's nukes
What are they for?
To destroy our nation
And settle the score
And the world is not stable
And I am not able
Not able to make
One female friend
And I told the therapist
This is what I wanted
Again, and again
But it's a world
That doesn't care
No constellation prize
No "there there"
Just desperate
Hungry glares
And my family
Is not at all prepared
To face what may come
I'm afraid it may not
Be much fun
I love you ladies
Wherever you are
Whether near or far
Heavenly ladies
Provide caring hugs
All I would like
Is just to feel loved
By another human being
Caring women
In my eternal dreams
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 9:45 PM UTC
I use to come home close the door to my room and ********** just to convince my mind I wasn't alone.
Yet I was so alone
I use to sing to the walls and they use to echo after me it was the closest thing to me they convince me I wasn't alone.
Yet when I stopped talking I was so alone.
Promises broke and I drunk to many
My friend commited suicide and I'm so empty confessions I'm so ***** my nails are ***** my past is with me and I'm really done with myself completely stuck in a war of am I straight or gay
Yes I did it and I can't point the blame
Coming home to silence I use to be in Love with this Madness. I'm finding out this madness is me
Jun 22, 2016
Jun 22, 2016 at 11:33 AM UTC
Be human
So ******* human
We ain't perfect
I know I'm not
Always human
With our mistakes
And griefs
And happiness
What makes us human?
Try not taking a ****
Everyone does
So don't pretend you're any better
Than any one of us
Try holding in a ****
It hurts, doesn't it?
But then alone you let it loose
And it stinks
Doesn't it?
What makes you think
You can get by lying,
Pretending you don't pick your nose?
A lot of snot, right?
And then you wipe it on your bed
And guys
Quit saying you don't **********
Every guy does
And women
Quit saying you don't play with it
It feels good, doesn't it?
I know I like to
Watching girl on girl ****
And then smoking a cigarette afterwards
**** naked
If we aren't human about it all
Then what the **** are we
A bunch of robots
I don't know about you
But I always want to be human
Make mistakes
And learn from them
If not
Then I'm just ******* doomed
To repeat them
Let's all band together
And say no more!
No more lying!
No more pretending!
Quit using others!
Be yourselves!
Be ******* human
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 12:36 PM UTC
Alice in chains
Rattling themselves in my brain
Nutshell's melody makes a play
One lyric is ingrained
"And yet I find
And yet I find
Repeating in my head
If I can't be my own
I'd feel better dead"
Truer words were never said.
There's no one else I could try to be
Better than the woman that is me.
I may have all these lofty dreams
Wishing to break outside of me
But also I'm bound by Alice's chains
That remind me that I'm not meant to change.
Into you or by someone else's guidelines
They worked their own time
Just to find
The person who fits that rhyme.
I simply must comply
That I'm no better or worse than my crimes.
They made me who I am today
Alone or surrounded by others sway.
Inspired to act out in infamy
Or be an angel blessed with her wings.
Talking love or shouting hate
Staying pure or **********
Throw the punch or keep fists still
It's all depending on my will.
The devil made me do it
I think the quote is full of ****
If he makes my pulse erupt
And then my voice drink that bitter cup
I might as well not choose at all
Since he's responsible for my personal flaws.
And yet I find
And yet I find
Repeating in my head
If I can't be my own
I'd feel better dead.
Truer words were never said.
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 9:03 AM UTC
Now I sit and hesitate,
Shall I **** or **********
Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 4:42 AM UTC
.
blow thru the world
Makin it clean
///
Tiny child
Filthy *****
( Soul **** )
****** of purity
••
Wars rage
/./
Poets sit and **********
( thinking of their " Joey ! " )
//
Patriots are screaming
Phony love for a dead country
"""
All the religious folk
Talking of a god they do not know
)(
All bullshitters
Whose love is fake
All the same stupidity
..
Write away
Till you bore yourself to death
||
Or be free
from your cookie cutter lives
.
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 12:50 PM UTC
Initiate....
Bit the bait
Big rebate
******* skate
Running late
Potential mate
Blind date
Recessive trait
Ill fate
Hell's gate
Trepidate
I hate
Restate
Subjugate
Annihilate
Remediate
**********
Heart rate
Hydrate
Terminate
Clean slate....
Initiate
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 5:34 AM UTC
Her locker was below mine
She seemed to be
of Arian descent
At first glance
we both knew
she was out of my league
tanned, strong jaw
healthy
long legs, Roman nose
She was kind to me
and would compliment my shoes
or secretly wink at me
while she walked to class
arm in arm with the boy who could
she was too beautiful to ********** to
my imagination held on
the girl with the space between her teeth
the girl with the cheap clothes
the pudgy girl
the girl with the painful laugh
they were all my conquests
The godess below me would pinch me
and call me “boyfriend”
My position kept her pure
an untouchable trophy
to the man who could have her.
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 4:46 PM UTC
Play my arm as a violin
During battle I can't win
Never drunk enough,need more gin
Open up another tin
Self destructive path I chose
A way out I want but who knows
As the feeling heaps and grows
Not enough highs for all the lows
Door to exit but no key
**** you mind,let me be
Cut it deeper,set me free
A yard of rope,swings from the tree
No more wanting,lets be straight
Open up that **** flood gate
A tidal wave of self hate
When you can't even summon will to **********
**** you,ugly ******* mind
No love for self anywhere to find
Hanious actions when I rewind
When looking forward just a grind
My greatest romance is with death
Long to be berethed of breath
cook with chaos like a chef
Set the tempo,treble clef
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 11:09 AM UTC
I buy me a drink
laugh as I think
of yesterday's ink
talk to my shrink
asking questions
making sugestions.
Why do I **********
It is a cheap date.
Apr 27, 2025
Apr 27, 2025 at 10:30 PM UTC
In take for one who's desolate.
Disgrace and lack of faith,
That keeps the vendetta in frustrate.
Makes one sit in their habits to **********
Pull in, breathe out, a distraction that
Distracts the lungs of its purpose.
No longer healthy but wealthy with,
Plenty dark linings, man won't focus.
Tv's on, eating chips, dipped in dips,
Greasy flavors on big tank's lips.
Lots of fries, lots of flies, eating to die.
Doesn't care, obesity in thoughts left his mind.
Time to fall, desperate not once but for all.
To times that Mr. Money says I'm done, he crawls.
Sprawls on the floor of the bar where,
Men are in thirst to Lucifer other called alcohol.
Bad dogs, No! bad rabbits that hop to death,
For search of being good or bad addicts.
Looking through depressed windows in dark attics.
Because of their shameful lives and bad habits.
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 10:24 AM UTC