"muscly" poems
'They're just a teen' gets dropped on the daily.
Like the added couple of letters at the end
determine whether our feelings are valued
or not.
They only ever tell us they're here for us
when someone offs themselves on the train
tracks next to the school. Call this number
if you feel down.
Teenage years are the time to find out who
you are, and maybe I am a depressed mess,
but us Gen Z kids are doing our best to make
sure us sad'ens feel alright.
Sometimes we don't feel alright, and, so what,
if it is just down to hormones and periods,
and Max's muscly shoulders or Louise's
brown eyes.
We are allowed to feel like **** Cos Teenage
years are the time where we find out life isn't
like animated movies;
that bad guys are defeated and the hero wins;
cos, in the end, sometimes we're our own saboteurs.
And we find out,
sometimes that's okay; to knock ourselves down will
make us build ourselves up in the grand scheme of
things; I sure as hell know I hate how I feel most days,
and I'm sure most teenagers do.
I'm just a teen;
but I have a loud voice, terrible jokes and
a **** economy to grow into,
and I'm allowed to be mad and cry
and I'm allowed to feel like ****
and want to die
because in the end, I know it'll all
be fine.
Married or alone with wine.
Sometimes life is ****
and that's okay;
and to me,
that _is_ the teenage dream.
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 6:06 PM UTC
I thank you for moving out of my life.
Nowhere else is my own happiness,
Or rather it is my self-satisfaction,
Winning the 7 Minutes of pleasure.
Greatness I see in me after she departed,
Red-faced she seemed purple with shame,
Equipped with a pump I see myself,
A pump of self-satisfaction and relief,
Tasked I am with my own happiness,
Looks interesting this lonely pursuit,
Yet I know that I can be easily happy.
Advancing alone on the road of love,
Demands of my own body I listen to,
Minding not that I require a female,
If I wanted to make strong kids, 'coz
Ravishing my body has always been,
Even before I ever requested you to stay.
Maybe you can get a better husband,
Yet I am going to be really very satisfied.
This is the life I have always been loving,
Hindsight is never going to be pleasing,
I am so aware of this fact I have known,
Checked fully is that one best gift to self,
Kingly is this feeling of self-satisfaction.
Enjoy information I do in my life alone,
Just like before you or the others came,
And I now realise that before all I came,
Chiseled is my muscly pump after pumping,
Up & down, round & round, up & down,
Laid before I did in Agra like a clown,
Awesome is the feeling self-satisfied,
Tremendous is my relief each time,
Ever happier I have been pumping.
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 1:51 AM UTC
The kidnapping of Brian Allan and Ryan Clark
You see this masked bandit was roaming around the streets of Sydney trying to catch Ryan Clark cause he had this obsession sign he surfer dude, Sam Marahall, and he pulled up on Bondi beach and grabbed Ryan Clark and tied him up and put him in the back bad then decided to go to Canberra to catch Brian Allan who tried to be like Sam in the sports boy bit, ya see Brian Allan started the phantom league and as he left this masked bandit put his hand around Brian Allan's mouth and pulled him in his can and for Brian it felt like being in the back with his brother but now he is with Ryan Clark and this masked bandit has it in his mind to lock these two boys in his bedroom as he goes our avid gets more little cool kids, so he can get rid of thst nonsense of the streets, and get the days back to the dinosaurs years, you see Ryan Clark was very scared and for the first time in his life, he showed his big muscly legs and they were ****** white and Brian Allan showed his muscle legs too and the bandit wanted to chop both these sportswatchers heads off
And he will do it now, and then Mark Marlor went past him and said, your a ******** mate, and he grabbed Mark and threw him in the bedroom as well, yes Brian and Ryan and Mark were trapped forever and ever,
And you all will never escape
Sent from my iPhone
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 8:51 PM UTC
By Arcassin B & Mayas
Mayas : After an exhausting day
I'm ready to get some groceries to cook dinner
I'm thinking a nice...
Holy! Look at those muscles.
I'll have whatever he's having.
Or just him...
Yummy.
Maybe I'll just bump my cart into his
and start up a casual conversation.
I turn the aisle and am,
Slowly coming up to him...
Oh $#!+ !!!
Why is it wet.
I slip and fall.
Taking down all the cereal with me.
**** it.
Trying to look cute and fail...
This day just keeps going from bad to worse...
But hey this worked out better than I thought.
Beautiful blue eyes looking me over.
Strong arms picking me up.
I should I have pretended to pass out
That way he could have given my CPR.
But his strong muscly arms picking me up are okay.
Oh happy ****** day.
AB: Mayas girl you funny as hell ,
You win ,
I got nothing,
God that was so **** funny :-D :-D :-D
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 4:18 PM UTC
well his eyes aren't blue
but he holds the sky
in his gaze
and his body isn't muscly
but he is able to hold
back the demons
his mind isn't light
but his thoughts
get flighty
his heart isn't strong
but it beats and
two is better
than one
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 7:42 AM UTC
god, i can't stop thinking about how it feels to be in your arms.
your big bear hugs. where your muscly arms wrap around my ribs. and my cheek rests against your chest. i'm so small, wrapped up in you. when you hold me it feels like a golden fire crackling.
like the warm buzzing in your chest after taking a shot of spiced ***
like rolling yourself up in a blanket and dozing off.
like the smell of rain.
like when the sun is at the edge of the horizon and bleeds fuchsia.
like the sound of fireworks popping in the black sky.
like the feeling of warm sand in between your toes.
like safety.
i wish i could stop craving that comfort.
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 12:27 AM UTC
Does this poem have *** appeal?
Oh don’t you know it.
It’s got green eyes, dark hair,
and a jawline that’s stoic.
It’s thickly bearded,
and has a good dress sense,
audaciously flirtatious,
and knows self-defence.
This poem’s got thick muscly arms
which look good holding babies,
and skilful, strong hands
which look soft for the ladies.
This poem smells good
even after the gym,
with a gorgeous deep voice
and gorgeous smooth skin.
It wears tight jeans
which show off its dic–
tion is good,
so you can hear what it’s saying.
But this poem has a boyfriend—
I know, how dismaying.
Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 10:14 AM UTC
Fat fleshy fingers,
Palpable prose,
Liquorice for hair,
Button for a nose,
Milky teeth,
Muscly tongue,
Wet *****
but only one.
I am a cow,
I am a pig,
If it weren't for my blood
I would be a twig
Please cut me up,
or swallow me whole,
Do for me what I can't do
now I'm old
Forget that I'm in here
forget me all
I'm not really in here
empty glass bowl
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 5:38 PM UTC