"maxi" poems
Once I wore Yoga Pants to school
That day I got asked out 3 times
All nice guys
All nice people
But I said no to all of them
Why?
Because something about those
pants made them see something
they hadn't noticed before
And I didn't like that.
I didn't like the fact that they didn't
see who I was in a **** dress
or in jeans
or in other clothes
All they noticed was how my ****
looked in Yoga Pants
I wanted them to ask me out
when I wasn't wearing tight pants
Is that too much to ask?
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 9:14 AM UTC
Nero: Deep cover another 187 on these hoes with my flows ya know I riddle like little Italy Punisher life Frank castle I slice ******* up like cattle I'm a lover but undercover like Eddie Griffin my brother I'll slice up ******* and leave they men in the trunk nervous with trauma twitches I'll cement up your shoes I'll use my pen to get the message to you headless hunters I'll be the soul edge and slice the heavens asunder I can feel it in my head and soul I'll reap with the flow and grow the flowers on the tombstone I'll make ya ***** moan and groan while I **** her in your stead while she gives me head I'm deciding who's the next to be blessed from the deliverer of death
DaSH: Kept the switchblade in a balled up fist
Probly ******
Off a lot of *******
But got longer lists
Like ******* who tasted blood soon after my ******* gotten licked
Threw up on my ****
And promptly dipped to get the shotgun grip
***** spit
Got me not wantin to work these long *** shifts
I know im sick
Smell my aroma tell its ebola when
I walk up in the room
Shut up talking and get a stronger whiff
Im the kid who was too demented to have gotten picked
For any extra curricular
Anyway I was busy plottin how to get to ya
Radio waves confuse em make em **** themselves
Silly me Billy Madison was happenin
And i was in the back with Chris Farley doin smack again
Rappers get smacked with used **** pads
A ****** *****
Is all I'll ever be in their eyes
But in mine,
All I see is bodies burning alive
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 12:51 AM UTC
You round up because what difference is a quarter of a inch
Heels, depending on the size, will make you the average height
Leggings and sweats will bunch at your ankles
Shirts become dresses, but only for you
Dress hems hit the floor, but only for you
**** skirts become **** dresses
Having to hem every single pair of jeans
Sleeves. Sleeves are far too long
"Petite" clothing doesn't fit either
Step stools are your best friend
Jumping for something that's just out of reach works too
Constantly being mistaken for a 16 year old
(Even if you are turning 20 this year)
Being used as an armrest by someone who thinks they're funny
Stuck in the front for every group photo
There's that awkward height difference between you and everyone
Standing on tiptoes and having the guy lean down for a kiss
You hate sports that require tall people, like volleyball and basketball
And yet, you wouldn't change your height for the world
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 6:51 PM UTC
A trinity of three styles one man no religion one morning over a lifetime
Temporary (we tat too)
Temporary love
has no precision definition
so if I say
love you forever,
as I do,
know know
just know
this particular
phrase
is temporary,
unique and forgivable
as temporary
as our permanent tattoo,
the one embellishing you,
the one marking me,
the two hearts tat
that means
we are a
tat two
If you begin a poem,
a love, a tat
with temporary,
usually, but not always,
you have already failed
See http://hellopoetry.com/poem/if-you-begin-a-poem-with-i/
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Invalidation
my living bones, twisted.
my words, slurred,
disfigured with a panache,
that makes the mirror
turn away, ashamed
invalid. in valid.
I have been invalidated,
I spit at your too late heroics,
unwanted.
I spit at myself,
for missing the moment,
when choice was mine
I would have self-destructed, freely,
reborn in an act of self-validation,
be my own living will,
if only I had not been enslaved to my
**********
Fear
invalidation, the Cain mark of every failed man
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Bootyoir
three day weekend has commenced.
it's con-occlusion
now in rapid descent
mini-vacation, maxi-sensation.
the only question remaining,
present but debated,
as yet undecided,
whose turn is it
to answer
the doorbell,
when the delivery guy
brings our break~fast
for it is forbidden,
a transgress,
to egress
from the bootyoir,
except for the
call of nature,
and naturally,
I am calling
you,
comeback comeback
hungry time
it's time we
co-authored some
bootyoir poetry
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 7:58 AM UTC
it's so beautiful
********
it's a heartless ***** that luminates the dark sky as dreamers lie to themselves
romanticizing and influencing young everywhere to love dream and hope alike, when it stalks upon the sun.
despite all this,
the red on your white pants
makes humiliation sound a lot better than the repulsion of a custodian finding a used **** pad, soaked in red
clogging up the toilet.
dear.
it's a ****** that flaunts upon it's charms
while lingers in the blue sky staring up at the sun.
the red in the sun,
burns eyes so that the neurons in the optic nerve
die and somehow gives you a miraculous squint
but it's far more better than the repulsion of the custodian finding "lady" napkins clogging the toilet hole.
dear.
someone's always got to be a custodian don't they?
Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 1:48 AM UTC
I gots
my hair wrap on,
b'cuz
I
just finished
doing/sewing in
my own
weave.
Did my own nails
and feet
too.
I got too many
mouths to feed
Ain't got time to go
to a shop.
He's
staring at me
tonight.
I got on
my cut off sweats
and
my tank-top.
I watch him too
as
I walk to the kitchen....
I stop
&
focus on my task...
Bacon ,eggs, bread
and
homemade orange juice.
I look over again
and
I noticed the look
on his face,
as
I reach
for
2 eggs...
He stands up
&
walks over to me....
Looking at him
as
he approaches
sends shivers
down my spine,
I unwind- reminded
of this mornings event.
He wants to touch me
but
drops
his hand
and
the tears
that
start to role down
my face
leaves me feeling dazed.
Crazed!
I walk past him
and
smell
the pan burning.
Burning
away my
uncried
wales....
The pain
The hurt
The deeds been
done.
This morning
I felt new beginnings
while life swept away....
Unforgiving.
It's 8pm
time to go to bed,
sleep eludes me
as
I star blankly
up at this movie,
I allow.......
Him
to cook and finish
what
I started.
He's watching me again.
I want to pretend that
I don't notice
but
my voice
get choked
as
I tell him
I did what
to
me is unforgiven.
He
tells me I'm sorry,
it's for the best.
I cry out
No
it's just best for YOU!
....
O'PLEASE
forgive me
if I don't believe you.
I throw my wedding ring
at him
saying
I no longer want it!!!
NO......Not
after this morning.
I feel my *******
getting wet,
It's not what you think..
&
I know its time
to
change
my **** pad,
He
looks at me as
I run to the
bathroom.........
I'm sitting
here
on a toilet
as
he's
repeating
his plea
to forget
&
forgive.
It's now
8:48 pm
I wash up
&
come out....
I tell him
I loved you
But.......
To
abort
his seed,
my eggs
"I"
can
never
be..........
Forgiven!
Always Me Ayeshah
Copyright © Ayeshah K.C.L.N 1977-Present YEAR(s)
All right reserved
Apr 21, 2011
Apr 21, 2011 at 1:09 AM UTC
*It was when the sun had set
But before the moon was lit
She walked along the shore
A white bright **** gown she wore
Her hair covered her face
With hands swinging in the air
I watched her feet so delicate
But she walked on toes so beautiful
Gems kept hiding until the moon appeared
They raised above the waters
And lightened the shores
The girl picked some and made a crown
The sky came down
And she disappeared into the clouds...*
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 10:39 PM UTC
Rest in Country
We'd just lobbed into Vungers from the Dat on R & C,
Innocently strolling was **** Knight and me,
Across the Flags to the Some-Such Bar wherein the girls drank 'tea'.
And I can still see Max beside me striding to the Some-Such Bar,
With the baby-sans about him going just that bit too far,
With their practiced tugs and pleadings going just that bit too far.
And of course among the baby-sans the cowboys moved in too,
Which didn't worry me too much my cash was in my shoe,
But Max was Max and in those days, not like me and you.
‘Watch your wallet, mate,’ says I, ‘in case it comes to harm.’
‘No fear of that’ says mighty Max with patriotic charm,
Then he tucked a cowboy baby-san beneath one brawny arm.
Well! 'You silly ****** put him down’ but Max went like a rocket;
'I'm off to find the White Mice 'cos this bastard's picked me pocket.’
And I groaned aloud because I knew that me and him would cop it.
Sure enough, there gathered round an angry, shouting throng,
In Asia you don't maltreat kids, no matter right or wrong;
Believe you me our lives that day depended on that throng.
And I got hit with an iron bar (the hat protected my head),
Whilst Max had a pistol ****** into his belly and really should be dead,
And across the Flags M.P's I saw, turned white in craven dread.
Australians too, those coppers but no good to Max and me;
The gutless ******** turned about just so they might not see
The riot raging fiercely now about my mate and me.
I'd say forty upright citizens we met that Vung Tau day.
Policemen, soldiers, rascals, all with us two in affray;
Those Aussie ****** save our lives? They'd turned themselves away.
Thank Christ the mob stayed leaderless, our riot's end surprise;
And the cowardly action of those two? 'twas blessing in disguise,
For a Yankee Jeep barged through the mob and drawled 'in here, you guys'.
It barged back out then drove full speed to the end of R&C
Where the Major spoke severely to **** Knight and me.
While quietly back at the Some-Such Bar the girls sat drinking tea.
Saved
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 10:08 PM UTC
Gleaming eyes shining green
Long ***** hair unkempt but moving
As teemed with life in each strand
Flowing yellow transparent chiffon, **** or sari?
You advance, i retreat
Step by step, it’s appears a dance
Even though pitch dark
Your luminosity lights our path
Oh **** i hit a wall, no opening, too high to climb
i kick and scream but not even echoes sound
You’re gruesome self, nearing, i scream and cower
I pass out?
I’m in my room in a corner by the closet
Parents hovering, wondering, asking together
Me - it was a dream...
No, impossible, so lucid, vivid
The lady, the green eyes, the moving strands of hair
I was dreaming?
mmmm....
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 3:24 AM UTC
We said goodbye so soon.
How my heart had ached.
Yet, a deed that must be done,
nothing we can do.
You are my greatest friend,
who understands me.
A brother that I've hoped,
you're a heaven sent.
Maybe soon, it will end.
We shall meet again.
Until then, my dear friend,
Here, I'll always be.
Aug 28, 2010
Aug 28, 2010 at 11:55 PM UTC
I thought of you today.
How I miss the good times,
looking through each others' eyes,
laughing at your mischief.
He was always jealous.
You and me together.
But we are never lovers,
only best friends forever.
How I miss your humor,
your ideas and fun.
How I miss your arrogance,
annoying yet so true.
Alchemist in disguise,
you are indeed my witch.
Missing you so, my dear friend.
Will you ever write again?
Aug 28, 2010
Aug 28, 2010 at 11:47 PM UTC
let's drink water out of wine-glasses
and pretend that airplanes are shooting stars.
let's count each passing minute
as another lucky moment spent together.
extravagance is a state-of-mind.
let me wear my thrift store maxi-dress like an elegant ball gown,
and lead me to the grass-ballroom floor.
the grass stains will be proof that the night existed.
let's make dreaming reality, if only for the night.
i'm no cinderella, and the shoe may be the wrong size,
but your hand fits perfectly in mine, and we can still dance
barefoot on the grass floor,
-and that's perfectly alright.
-NJ2015 [all rights reserved]
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 9:41 PM UTC
The special
Agent Fat lip
The Happy Man
1-2-3-4 Cut huge
Lip- 4 Action
TVor RV trailers
Gold finger on his
dinners set
((Step Beyond))
Honeymooners
((Chippendale -Moonshiners))
X-men slip up lip
Love their
ladies lips
4-Max I phone
Late bloomers
Bunked into
God Amen
Like a rich soul
Tentative I millions
The curiosity
killed the
Old Meiser Goat $
He had
Italian horns
Maxine's lips burned
The Will-Smith
Wild West
College girls
of Sorority
Love of
the Venus
I beg you to
make money
Maxine's lips
of Men to charge
Of Mars money
turned minus
Varsity loves Visa
Max is the man
Going once to
Bottom lip
ten million
Mona Lisa
Multitasking
Never smiling
Secret lips slant
Italiano Piza
So why would she
even
shred his French
lady onions?
The British tea
party
Alice went
money maddocks
Bitcoins bird flocks
Mr. Smart money hand
Why the wrong man
Getting Stuck
Mr. Bull **** Buck
The Agent double
007
Agency lifted
money 666
Smiles of
sanity
No-one was pure____
((Olive Oil))
Minds 14 karats
money or nothing
Pots and pans
Chicks 4 free
The Millions of madmen
Cigarette lady revenge
Maxine's lips
was counterfeit
Her biggest fan the
Pure one virginity
Gave her most
freedom serenity
Dutchess master plan
Gucci men lips
found guilty
Red be hearted
fanlight
Max I-million wanted
to get out of the heat_____$$$
His stubborn
partner
in crime big loss
Her vivacious lips
Tangled web trillions
He was ******
I cannot believe
it's not butter
Spreadsheets
The maid's swept
up the cash
millions went in
her mother's trash
Maximum
Overdrive
Belle Sacrifice
yourself
Respect
yourself
Ringing the
Ben Frankin
singing bell
Aretha
Max line 4 Bella
The lip sign summit
Nickname ****
The Darkman
yellow taxi
Max, I million ended
up in Hawaii
To the max extinct
Nowhere near
basic instinct
Lips leopard impact
Cigarette lady making
Diamond rounds
Bulletproof purse
Max, I million
Explosive words
Is she and his
money
flames
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 2:35 PM UTC
Everyone's a broken mirror,
Throwing their pieces at me,
All I feel are shards of glass and all I see are tears,
A mirror shatters from the shelf,
In each and every piece,
I see battles of sorrow and grief,
But all I really see is myself,
I'm a cheap **** glass,
They're encased with gold,
I'm only here to make them last,
So I have to remain bold,
I'm their cover, their hope,
The only reason they can cope,
So I can never shatter,
Or all their pieces will scatter,
But all mirrors break eventually,
So why do we prefer the latter
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 10:03 PM UTC
The stepcounter is passed 20km
My joints hurt and my muscles cramp
I'm sweating like a pig
My hands tremble from the effort
The list is still long
There's no massage in the world
That could ever fix this
My back jams and I'm only 26
The girls say you lose
5kg in the first days
I cannot disagree
As my clothes don't feel the same
On my day off I sit completely still.
Letting my muscles get cold
Would cause an agonising cramp
From neck to wrist
The sheets need changing again
Two beds of 20kg per room
If only each member
Of the Canadian rowing team
Hadn't ****** off in them
The biggest hick-up is
That I have to seperate
The sheets from the tissues
And then there are the blokes
Who just won't sit down to ***
Or flush the toilet
I'll give you three guesses
Where these hands have been today
Don't even get me started on
Tampons and **** pads
***** hairs in the tub
And dried up food
In the hotel's black teacup
A euro for your effort...
Which I'd happily spend
Shoving up your... :)
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 1:24 PM UTC
most of my stories
i have no name for
i cant really express
how a title can change the story
its like a person
with an assigned name
and you expect them
to live that name
for instance, Ashley
she is a fun loving blonde
or brunet, who loves to party
she dresses in ripped jeans and crop tops,
that may be a little too short
Or Jessica
who is the meanest ***** in the school
she wears maxi-skirts
and sparkly tops,
that always accentuate her chest
the stereotypes that live in highschools
strangle everybody
who fits within them
even if they aren't them
Ashley just wants to be called Ash
and wear baggy T-shirts
and sweatpants
Jessica wants to be called Jess
and go by They/them pronouns
People should be able to fit on
where they want
not where they have to
to survive
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 10:36 AM UTC
If I had a cape
I’d have escapades
My spiffy metal suit
Would be in pursuit
I’d write wrongs in bulk
With the build of the hulk
I’d echo-locate
Every reprobate
A transgendered Wonder
I’d end their plunder
Return the cash
In a flash
End the pain
We sustain
Save the world
As it whorled
Super-Duper
Super trouper
Maxi-Man!
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 12:34 AM UTC
With campaigns established
Accolades accomplished
An honourable life, taken to the max
Championed feats, of no small measure
A nation can treasure
Matters addressed with proficiency
The shaping of an era – equality
Realization of rights, project legacy
Impacting a wider communityRaise the bar, unsettled below
Challenging the status quo
Battles fought
With justice sought
Of leadership, seeking to serve
When forces merge
Mark the campaign
The present cannot remain the same
Confinement release
Establishing peace
Break the borders
Let indifference cease
A fight for freedom, oh justice prevail
Of strategic systems – show society
With due propriety
Of political accountability
The epitome of civility
Accrued insight
Of human rights
To lobby, to lead
With fairness proceed
Catalyst creation, positive change
Expansion of range
Of non discrimination
Heroic determination
A valuable service to the vulnerable
Outreach outstanding, by example lead
Contributed equation
To influence a nation
Of historical significance
Sheerly profound
With relevant reverence
A shining light of difference
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©️
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 9:28 AM UTC
The waffle bird
Flew a bit silly
Like a **** pad with wings
Yet with its sharp claws
Reached down into the water
And pulled out
A dinner boat
Serving breakfast all day long...
Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 3:50 PM UTC
He cheated cause he wanted to.
He lied cause he thought he loved me.
He told the truth cause he'd never lie.
He apologized cause he'd thought we'd end.
I accepted cause I don't want to lose him.
I smiled cause I was crying inside.
I stayed cause I wasn't okay alone.
I loved cause I was hurt deeply.
I say I'm Okie cause I don't need him worrying.
I want to die cause he hurt me to bad,
I am done with life
****
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 11:34 PM UTC
_She speaks_; slowly, softly, inside her, there's a storm.
Holds to hope, she raises her lanterns to see the horizon.
Wears long black clothes,
has a smile that I call home.
Runs clicks and see new things and closes her eyes to find something
no one ever tried to.
I call her magic
Loves ice cream and lefts some of it on her face.
I call her strength.
Last seen wearing a **** dress
_If found_; tell her that I miss her.
I can never love her enough
Sep 23, 2019
Sep 23, 2019 at 5:18 AM UTC
I can no longer wake up and decide what clothes I want to wear. I can no longer put on a t-shirt when it's warm outside. I can no longer wear mini-skirts, dresses, t-shirts or shorts without putting an extreme amount of thoughts into it.
Every inch of fabric counts.
Long sleeves aren't just long sleeves anymore. I now notice exactly where it stops on my wrist. It now has to be a certain length. Same goes for skirts and dresses. I can only wear long dresses and maxi-skirts. Shorts is no longer an option.
I am almost always sweating. And for a very long time, I will continue to sweat.
It needs to be covered.
The world can't handle it.
That's why pictures of the harsh reality are removed or censored on social media. But I need to do my own censoring in real life. In real life, you can't just remove it. You never can.
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 2:46 PM UTC