"offensively" poems
Call every day, because if you don’t tell me
Every single detail of your life,
You’re a liar and you don’t love me.
I want to know who you’re dating,
What ****** you off, why your brother is being
An annoying goofball, oh did I forget to mention?
If you don’t tell me when you’re going out
You don’t want to spend any time with me
And I take that offensively.
I need your opinion on everything,
Even if you have to be brutally honest
Because if I look fat I would wanna know
But don’t tell me I look fat because
It’ll hurt my feelings and I won’t let you forget it.
Hold grudges because when we get into fights
I want to bring up things from the past that I can use against you.
We’re supposed to love unconditionally, no judgment,
But I get to judge you because that’s what best friends do.
I need to make sure I’m right, most of the time.
You’re wrong. And I get the last word.
By the way, I need 30 minutes to an hour
of your day, every day, because if you don’t give it
you’re a bad best friend who won’t make time for me.
My boyfriend is equally as important as you
But sometimes he needs extra attention
So don’t get mad when I ditch you for him or anything.
Because if you do you’re a bad best friend for not
Letting me be happy.
You need to support me even if you don’t agree with me,
Love me when everyone hates me,
Oh, and did I say, You have to be beneath me,
because if you try to beat me, you’re too selfish for your own good.
So would you like to fill out an application?
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 2:38 PM UTC
Please be aware, the arrogance of a Burglar
that breaks into your home and steals your
property is permissible
Please carefully note that the arrogance of a stinking bully
that oppresses you and wants to cower you down
is permissible
Please take into consideration that the arrogance of a gang
that terrorizes and bullies is permissible
Please bear in mind the arrogance of liars, twisters, slanderers
fraudsters and defamers is permissible
Please remember the arrogance of fringe lunatics to unjustly
condemn and victimize and bring chaos and destruction
to an innocent human is permissible
Please keep in your appraisals the arrogance of a misled majority
to impose, mob, obstruct, harass and hound is democracy
in action and is permissible
Please note that the arrogance and ignorance of offensively discriminating against any foreigner or minority member is permissible
Please note to work hard and earn an honest living is Arrogant
Please know to stand up to criminal bullies is Arrogant
Please know to stand up to stinking bullies is Arrogant
Please know to speak up for yourself is Arrogant
Please note to refuse to be cowered by thieves is Arrogant
Please know to refuse to be browbeaten is Arrogant
Please know to refuse to have your confidence drained is Arrogant
Please know to stand up to adversity is Arrogance
Please know to not be weak and Feeble under pressure is Arrogance
Please know to have self respect and be self assured is Arrogant
Please know to possess your own mind is Arrogance
Please know to offer as much as a squeak when being unfairly and unjustly treated is Arrogance
Above all please know that we invented the English Language and have the sole knowledge as to what constitutes Arrogance, whether you like it or not, and if you protest about that, you are ****** guilty of Arrogance...my friend!
Please be strictly conscious that Arrogance is weakness, mental weakness. Falling to the desires of our darker instincts and
succumbing to conceit and smugness.
Please pay particular attention to the salient fact that Arrogance
portraits a total lack of human decency towards other humans
Know that when arrogance ceases humanity ascends.
And we we all live in a lovely perceptibly white and wonderful world
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 5:09 AM UTC
1000 faces are staring
With stern expressions they are glaring
Offensively, offended at my daring
To ruin their lives, without even caring
1000 pains, they are bearing
Revolting my oppression, my flesh, they all are tearing
But the pain in them's still breeding
Coz their soul in me is bleeding
1000 hands are shaking
In fists of rage they are breaking
My inner carcass, for I'm making
Them pay with slavery, for my taking
1000 heads are burning
With raging madness, turning
Evil plans are churning
While the 1000 readers are learning
About…my HATE!
About…their FATE!
About…the DATE!
When they are…too LATE!
May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 7:50 AM UTC
the man nearby on the train clacks his laptop offensively
like the annoyance of noisy writers in school exams
when I was stultified by writers block
I wonder what the black girl would taste like
passengers feed their fatness with crinkly cellephane food substitutes
did you have a good weekend?
conversation openers start to chorus
corporate cockwombles
talk in jargon tongues
as they sell their souls
to white shirt organisational ambition
common sense takes a back seat
in the street car of Progress
there's talk of profit and effiencies
from men who never made their wives moan
there's talk of scalability and security
from those who know nothing of flexibility and risk
there's talk of innovation
from those whose personal best
is a smart phone
have you seen the latest?
what do you think?
hey, that's what I think!
we must be brothers!
in a cozy co-ordinated mediocrity.
Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 8:56 PM UTC
See,
The problem with today is that you are the children that were slaves
To that textbook
See,
The problem with today is that the men are ingrained with the need to feel enraged at
Everything
And that very same textbook and that teacher that sent you elsewhere taught you, somehow, that you are just acting through your genetically inherited tendencies
See,
They taught you that once upon the great time
'before'
The outlandish and fairly out of context concept that we were,
Animals
But to every woman who has ever been mated by a man who thinks dominance is the answer,
I remind you,
YOU ARE NOT AN ANIMAL
You never have been, and you never will be
You are a soul who has a blind date with destiny
and if anyone ever tries to be, offensively bigger than me, I have full faith that my faith, will guide and protect me, to mutual clarity
And through the limitations of a structure that assures everyone they will see the stage and hear their name over the loud speaker in a Coliseum full of restless siblings and great grandparents,
they taught us that,
The 'Winners' found 'Fame'
And identified 'Degrees' as 'Security'
but the reality that the black hole created while trying to keep your head above the surface was just another stress to jot down in the
textbooks
But the textbooks my son reads won't contain the fallacies of the commentated beliefs of ignorant injustice that subtracted art and theater and replaced it with
"Facts"
You see,
A fact is simply a point that has yet to be falsified and I promise you that if you give it time,
no child of mine
Will forget,
that he can prove me wrong,
because I give him
the freedom to express it
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 1:37 AM UTC
Today, when I was feeling worse that Jack Kerouac
I thought this must be a touch of the Doubles,
a dizziness from reflection, or perhaps an accumulation
of appearances, too many appearances.
Pull the shades.
Sit back and relax, confide in yourself, i say.
Where did it all begin, and for what reason?
Am I a mirage of the identical, a disorder
in the analogous, some transmutation of exact endings?
One imagines Zarathustra singing in the shower.
"If you can't find a woman, find a clean old man", says Jack,
ride the greyhound, hang around the men's room, try dope."
He always shouts from the freeway entrance,
thumb aimed offensively in the direction of L.A.
Later, in the woods, I whispered like Thoreau;
"simplify, simplify. One pair of ***** is enough for any man."
Be yourself, I said. Walk down the sidewalk.
Step on all the cracks.
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 8:45 PM UTC
4 o'clock, saturday
Dread and Panic are holding hands in my chest:
An extraordinary case of the mean reds
watching the gray
from my kitchen window
the cars parked over cement fields
precisely 300 vehicles when full
the boy sitting on a gray bench waiting
with his baseball, shh! His gray father is shouting
at his gray phone, his gray wife finally called that number.
all gray.
the sky here is almost always sleeping
a blanket of melting nimbus
the gulls slide inoffensively over the roofs
our courtyard grass trembles for them
the wind falls out of the bay
wind, the world traveler without a suitcase
I imagine it kicking up dust in exotic fields
only the rocks are gray there,
gray because they deserve to be.
the whole scene is quite extraordinary
A Run Of Wild Horses! Gall-lop-ing
gliding offensively, red and white and gold
shining sweaty and flying!
can you imagine?
--it's starting to rain and the boy is still sitting,
he's so gray now I can hardly see him
the wind still spills in from the bay down the road
where I can see them running from my window-
Mains whipping like flags of furious change
Hooves beating down the cement footpaths
The streetlamps are crumpling into heaps of flowers
Tails raging back and forth, metronomous passion chords
Fast, rapid gaining (Lover's Heartbeat)
-the boy is yet unaware
legs of inspiration fast approaching
-the cars twist into red willows over golden hope fields
Shh! His father, master of gray has been sacked! Tr-am-pled!
Now his body of flowers lay in the street!
Arrest. They have arrested.
Standing tall and silent like Liberty
they take the boy upon their shoulders,
an acrobatic wonder
and continue slowly across the grass
-it still trembles for them
and take flight, to the next courtyard
and then the next.
I'll never forget the grayness of his eyes
as he disappeared over the trees
who were once chimneys,
his mouth was stuffed
full of flowers.
Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 11:37 AM UTC
In search of fear,
I went to treacherous mountain cliffs
where many determined beings had turned into stiffs.
In search of fear,
I went to the bottom of oceans
where whales and sharks were on constant motion.
In search of fear,
I went to jungles wild and raw
where 'hunt' or 'get hunted' was the law.
In search of fear,
I went to deserts hot and harsh
where sun was offensively bold and brash.
In search of fear,
I went to caves dark and deep
where creatures unknown, unseen creeped.
In search of fear,
I went into mighty typhoons
where objects flew like balloons.
In search of fear,
I went to castles remote and aloof
where ghosts were always on move.
In search of fear,
I went in dark to graveyards
where graves were strewn yards after yards.
In search of fear,
I bumped into an old fakeer.
I enquired whether he knew where was 'fear'?
He said with a smile
'In search of fear,
you travelled here and there, dark and deep
but it is hiding inside you, at times from your eyes it peeps'
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 9:33 PM UTC
I've misplaced my identity
It slipped from my sticky *** covered hands
I froth and rage when asked for my name
spit blame upon others because I've lost myself
tragedy is nestled in the cracks of my family life
burrowed in school classrooms and house parties
I never noticed my life was submerged in it
consumed by that cruel water of humiliation
I am a beggar depending on my next stray dollar of affection
clinging hopelessly to its contents for survival
they coax me with promises of change and adoration
yet these charitable samaritans always seem to wander off
like I'm a stray dog starved and ignored
so do not dare ask me how I've been lately
I itch to use my fists to show you
all that remains in my empty void
Is this dull aching for another sip
a violent seduction of my morality
amber elixir offensively dancing in my glass
mouth watering at the smell of that pungent liquor
my friends remain rolled in cigarettes and sipped from bottles
this masochistic cycle fuelled by self damnation
I have no respect for this dependable broken body I occupy
for I am no longer a person but a problem
hostage to the memory of the smiles of my perpetrators
but these clammy deformed hands
hurt my loved ones in a fit of paranoia and fear of betrayal
so hurt be a little harder baby
a sadistic existence is what I deserve
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 10:30 AM UTC
( Song Ballad )
You say you don't understand me,
Here's a bargain for free I'll be sellin' you true ;
We'll go to a place, above the sea raging,
An' get down to what's troubling you.
When I was a lad, I remember my dad,
Would take me on walks down 'Langtrae Doon' ;
He'd tell me great stories, of sailing ship glories,
An' somedays just whistle a tune :
*Slip away, slip away ;
He'd say 'hopes will die chasin' the moon,'
I'll tell you my girl, that the cares of the world,
They don't matter much round 'Langtrae Doon.'*
Rueful me mother was, six children never loved,
An' pride was offensively used ;
'You'll never amount to a thing,' she would state it,
Ashamed she was of her own brood :
*Slip away, slip away ;
She'd say 'hopes will die chasin' the moon,'
So but on your bonnet, I'll write you a sonnet,
We'll get down to 'Langtrae Doon.'*
Father died a broken man, just now, you'll understand,
Lord knows they buried him cruel ;
Left his debts unpaid, he never owned land,
But in his heart was 'Langtrae Doon.' :
*Slip away, slip away ;
He'd say 'hopes will die chasin' the moon,'
So but on your bonnet, I'll write you a sonnet,
We'll get down to 'Langtrae Doon.'*
.
Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 1:26 AM UTC
I am the queen of the unfinished
series, conversations, books, hearts, and paintings
are the few that lie in my wake
Breadcrumbs that can't be followed
the trail that offensively goes cold
Yet, all I have been told
Is that I am
Just an instantaneous tornado
That leaves everyone reeling.
Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 2:16 PM UTC
blue sky
holo sky
egotica
gentle clouds
delicious sides
I look at you
and I see the water
through her excitement
transparent ghosts
reflective consciousness
on removable media
free hard drives
from sadness and longing
empty place holy
They lie on a torrent gifts
Life is made up of images
Music is Life
no mystery
all on the surface
offensively
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 6:02 AM UTC
‘She’s but a waste,’ some might say,
The antiquated demons perched
Atop her ***** shoulder,
howl those words effortlessly.
Oh, how they mock her; a doomed admonition-
A pitiful, wretched villain
Incapable of standing still.
‘She’ll rob you blind,’ they might whisper,
From the highest peak of their
pedestals and podiums,
Scrutinizing her wiggles and writhes, ruthlessly.
Oh, how they taunt her; a mirrored representation of ego-
A reputed captivation ****** sober but for now
Idly biding her time
‘She’s insane!’ they’ll declare,
Lounging in their Queen Annes,
Finalizing her score, most offensively.
Oh, how they wallop her; casting pebbles from their pristine form-
Upon the ribbed web of her spiritual coop
Faust, lying in wait.
‘aha!’ they’ll proclaim
From the rusted thrones of purity
Tallying her blunders to the nth.
How they scream through bitten tongue
Into that, what is left of her vitality
Cascading into degradation
Feeding her indignation
Gripping her last temptation
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 11:19 PM UTC
This stale room of grief
picking out a coffin,
like deciding on a tie
or a time to cry.
flowers, white coronations,
offensively alive
I sit on the steps outside,
my veins knot tightly, tied.
CRASH.
one night of
lights lifted,
music blaring,
faces sifting, staining,
staring, forever on
in the inside of my heart
my mind.
I know those sounds,
like a dream
scaly from scratches,
horror film inside
all from just one ride.
close my eyes and crash,
fall asleep and crash,
laugh and cry,
crashing.
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 7:18 AM UTC
dark fluids unwelcomely
invade relentlessly into
materials unprepared
creeping brisk black hot
indiscriminant and unbound
consuming lust for gravity
over the edge
down the legs
onto my lap
down my legs
over my edge
into me—
offensively...
"coffee-brake"
© 2020 by Seranaea Jones
all rights reserved
Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 7:08 AM UTC
I said my Farewell the night before I told him it was ok to pass through the door. then the doctors decided to pull him back through. It was much harder to say goodbye for the second time I stayed there with him till the life light faded from his eyes. I closed his eye while I said my Heartbroken goodbyes I told him I love him. I we’ll cherish the memories I have of him. but It doesn’t curve the sting now the sadness is setting in. I cry offensively knowing he’s gone. I miss him everyday life must go on so I say sweet goodbye AJ you never be forgotten.
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 8:54 PM UTC
Tell me your deep and dark secrets,
My ears are craving for it.
Maybe cause I got a lot to tell you more then what your thinking..
Sinking your happy trail offensively your dribbling well, my devil tale sticks out more then a bad tale or a back rub that leads to something else.
Let me know if I'm to close okay?
It's not you it's me I know I'm your taste.
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 12:12 PM UTC