"pornstar" poems
I was walking down the street
Had an urge to *****
Saw a ***** dumpster
this looks nicer than the girl I dumped'r
I unzipped my pants
shat on the plants
got nice and hard
and shot off harder than a pornstar.
**** THAT DIDN'T RHYME)
I have too much time
because all I do is shoot slime
all over the back
of a president who is black.
I like *****
I bang *****
I make them ***
faster than a game of putt putt.
****** I CANT ******* RHYME)
All of you poetry snobs
are more stupid than calvin and hobbes
You will never be as successful as
Steve Jobs.
End of story. Because I am about to write another ****** poem.
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 4:06 PM UTC
"Stoner's Poem"
I see your snapstories,
I see your ask profile.
I see how you comment and reply and flaunt your English skills.
Trust me, I love your rebuttals,
More than Biryani and the Lebanese pornstar.
I see your Facebook posts,
I see your WordPress,
And I see, how you craft your poems flamboyantly,
And then, and then,
Pilfer my breath,
And rob my me.
Sometimes, just sometimes,
Your deportment bewilders me,
More than Lowry-Bronsted's theory.
I see how you dance in the rain,
Like "All, sin, tan, cos", do in my brain.
I see how you frequent every segment of my cardiac muscle,
And then desert it, like it's one of the many dilapidated constructions.
My reminiscences about your thingness,
Escalate me to a higher spiritual level,
More than **** does.
Oh, that smile,
Oh, that look,
Oh, the mystique in you.
And again, I am writing of Love.
And the pen doesn't seem to stop soon,
For I have taken a greater risk,
Than asking my friend about cathodes and anodes and electrolysis, while I took my last chemistry exam,
When the invigilator was around.
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 3:55 AM UTC
What is a **********
But a woman
Who partakes in joy with another
A person who provides acceptance and pleasure:
Both emotional and physical
Despite being called *****
What is a **********
But a woman
Who nurtures and loves another
A person who provides pain and pleasure
For those in need for a strong hand to the light
Despite being called "crazy *****
What is a pornstar?
But a woman
Who has the courage to bare her body to the world
A person who provides guidance and desire
To those exploring their sexualities
Despite being called ****
What is a *** worker?
But a woman
Who breaks society's taboos
A person who does what she loves
For those who love her for what she does
Despite being called "disgusting"
*****
****
"sloppy"
And so much more
What is a *** worker?
But a woman
Who is beautiful,
strong,
empowered,
and a truly liberated woman.
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 8:54 PM UTC
**Hometown
Heartbreak**
You wonder how much you can take
Couldn't fathom what you do
He left you to start anew
The dishes pile up
Even though you haven't been hungry
You wait for the call
To fly out and make money
LA for a week
You live day to day like the rest of us
I see past your concealer
You go back and its mixed love
*There's a tenderness you've known
You know it best when its fading
You just wanna feel at home
But there's no escaping*
You've gotten used to the names and how mean they can be
They take who you are in scenes too seriously
But there's some things you can't help
You've loved and you've lost and protected yourself
And through it all you've stayed who you began as
And you still will if it doesn't pan out
Looking for that one unbreakable connection
You just want to feel true love
You still believe with every wrong step and misdirection
Even pornstars fall in love
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 6:14 PM UTC
***Dear Lord
we do give thee thanks for the abundance
that is ours in glorious ******
even though some of it is saline
and some with silicon
bless each and every one
~~~
tell your mind what your body
already knows
~~
understand this;
they wanna be you, they wanna be just like you
because right now, you are the sexiest
woman on God's green earth
Amen
~***
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 12:00 AM UTC
A Pornstar named Miss Sandra Deven
was shooting for Wild ******* 7
a dangerous stunt
that injured her ****
She now starts in ***** from Heaven
Sep 22, 2010
Sep 22, 2010 at 8:47 AM UTC
baby,
your hip bones aren't supposed to be sticking out
your ribs aren't supposed to either
they pump you full of pictures
of skeleton girls in cute bikinis
and weight loss tips
and though you always think "don't let it get to you, they're wrong"
it gets in your head.
because all the boys commenting on the photos say they'd totally ride her
long and hard
and all the comments on the girl who's slightly overweight
involves comparisons to cows
and you're so soaked in social media
that you can't help but see it
and all the girls commenting on how that's all they
want
but if all you want from life is to be "slightly sick"
to eat things and then puke them up
or not eat at all
you will never be satisfied
because you are feeding a hunger that does not go away
you lose the ability to judge how skinny
is too skinny
how pretty
is too pretty
after all, they are
the same
thing...
baby,
stop looking at those pictures.
stop reading those comments.
stop letting a pornographic generation of boys
tell you that ****** appeal is all you're worth.
start saying to yourself
i am not on the same level as a pornstar
because that is unrealistic
because **** is make believe
with plastic barbie dolls
to set the scene....
baby,
pretty isn't skinny
like pretty isn't fat
WE KNOW WHAT PRETTY REALLY IS
....we just ignore that fact.
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 3:41 AM UTC
Poked & prodded at
Everyday Everyday Everyday
I walk outside naked regularly
(The only one, too)
A shady pornstar they've
Made me out to be
Every corner of flesh, Every corner of flesh
It's indecent to be clothed.
Spread open my legs to
A gaggle of flashing camera bulbs.
Express critique
Save a pic
Jot down notes
'Move it, kid.'
Spread open my legs to
A pod of alien queens
Scalpel wrenches, protozoan logs
I'm the life of the party
As their oval heads crowd around
My *** things
Experimented-on weird-o's meander
The halls of this wherever-I-am
Free to leave at last
I sometimes go home after
A day of that
And do an odd thing:
I cocoon myself in blankets
And sleep for long stretches of time.
May 21, 2012
May 21, 2012 at 7:33 PM UTC
This life is a big chessboard,
You are the only pawn on your side.
It is your call what you be,
You can be any of the many pawns.
Take care what to choose,
You be a pawn star, not a pornstar.
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 10:46 AM UTC
Lisa Nelle
had two names
like a pornstar.
She'd put her makeup on and stick all this blackness on
under her eyes
like she was holding night
in bags.
We watched Hey Arnold! DVDs at five in the morning,
and smoked the whole place up.
Sometimes her and Alexis would go in the back room.
Alexis never liked me.
Lisa Nelle had this way of looking at you
where she'd take her eyes
and she'd work her way
down to your stomach.
She could find a star in my intestines,
a dwarf light could warble in my stomach
and she'd see it through my belly button.
She'd pull it out
wings and all
and tell me
that Khalil knew the answers.
Out of this two-ton purse she carried around,
she'd whip out a compilation of Khalil Gibran.
One time she told me how her father
used to pull her hair
and thighs.
She didn't say anything about it again.
When we tripped shrooms,
she took my hands and put them on her neck
and asked me to feel for the nebulas
underneath her skin.
When I read
some of the stuff you send me,
the emails,
texts
or poems,
I can't help but wonder how many words
I now know as a result of you
that I wouldn't know
if I hadn't been looking
around for bud
and someone I knew
that
knew you.
I'm sorry Lisa Nelle,
that things didn't work out with you and Alexis
when they did
with you
and
Sabrosa.
Sometimes I hate myself too.
Mar 9, 2012
Mar 9, 2012 at 8:56 PM UTC
1. I woke up too early, when outside the sky a pearl hue and the curtains ghostly white, a dreamy mist hung over my covers, I did not want to be enslaved by the unforgiving hour of first light, but my eyes had peeked anyways, and I felt this deep burning desire to run before it consumed me.
2. It consumed me. My meager thoughts begged to perform, we couldn’t stop seeing beasts in the hunt, the moon curled up in the corner of the page, this tight feeling in my neck, my *** squeezed tight, and my stomach gurgles. I’m hungry and there’s no food and there’s no money. There’s leftover wood and paint.
3. Too ignore my hunger, I knelt down by my bed, at night where I imagine a pornstar playing with herself, so I could not fear the animal, or the ravenous beast. And I started to finish painting on the wood.
4. It’s been so long, I’m so afraid, please God, let me realize how beautiful I am and not destroy myself.
5. I can’t imagine eating anything, there’s nothing I’d like except maybe chocolate ice cream and strawberry wafers. Only desserts could ease my protestation, while I’m still young, 23 spoonfuls of sugar for the seducing rush, and how could any one fathom submitting to its unbridled passion and understand why roses sob in pairs at the sight of plucking a rose petal by petal for vain love.
6. I paint this picture without knowing what it means, if it does mean something, could it be something, I paint this picture from my skinny life form to avoid slumber and exile hunger. I am nothing but a waitress in a swamp city.
Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 3:28 PM UTC
Verse One
Rockstar wages
And a chevy impala attitude,
Pornstar secrets,
With a red light point of view,
But something has me going,
So controlling,
I need to get out of my head,
Can't stop hoping,
Overdosing
On the thought of living high instead,
And I said
Chorus
Don't be scared to rest those shot glass shattered eyes,
Give ******* kisses to the boys and the girls who lied,
Don't tell me you're sober
Until it is over,
The tears won't dry on their own.
Verse Two
Las Vegas Luck
And I'll always be rolling the dice,
Wartime loss,
As I fight to surrender my life,
But something keeps me going,
Overflowing,
With temptation to let go,
Keep on coping,
Roller coasting
Falling too fast and never want to go slow,
And I said
Chorus
Don't be scared to rest those shot glass shattered eyes,
Give ******* kisses to the boys and the girls who lied,
Don't tell me you're sober
Until it is over,
The tears won't dry on their own.
Bridge
Another shot,
Another chance,
To sort out life
And finish this dance,
If I can't be happy,
At least carry on
'Til the end of the song.
I picked up the pieces from my shot glass shattered eyes,
Gave out ******* kisses to the boys and the girls who lied,
I'm an unholy mess,
But I will try to impress
The devil when he comes to take away my soul,
And I'll say
Chorus
Share the shot glass glances with the World outside,
Save the ******* kisses for the ride to Hell tonight
This song isn't over
Even if you are sober,
The tears won't be wasted on you
The tears won't be wasted on you.
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC
I sometimes look at pictures of this
pornstar
who
sort of looks
at me the same way as a girl I liked
when I was in elementary school
and middle school
and high school
and
I guess I still kind of like her;
and that’s why I look at pictures of
this pornstar when I **********
I feel bad, seeing her ***** there--
this person I’ve transposed with
memories.
It reminds me of college vacation
she was jogging and saw me on a hill;
I shouldn’t be seeing this-- I thought.
Still she saw me peek.
And we used to be friends, or something.
When my crush refused my present during
second grade, I gave it to her.
Her voice came as close to touching me
as anything I’ve ever held;
and her eyes were piercing with their
trust and sympathy.
But I’ll never tell her,
that I can’t *********
with her watching me.
And no, it’s not a love story.
I won’t ever tell her-- even if she always
knew.
Remorse looks too much like
blonde women.
And it’s ruining my **** habit.
Jun 29, 2011
Jun 29, 2011 at 10:21 PM UTC
My **** is numb
My brain is numb
My heart is numb
From all that ******* drinking, smoking, and partying.
It felt so marvelous
So marvelous
But now I am so numb
So numb
Numb
Numb
But she still wants to ****
She's right here and she says she wants to ****
But I am drained, so drained
I can only manage to lean in and kiss her
She pushes me off and says, "No, don't kiss me. It's way too personal. Just **** me."
I tell her, "Let’s sleep a while, batteries need recharging."
And she says to me, "I don't think the batteries are the problem, baby boy. I think I might need to get myself a new flashlight."
Jesus Christ. I am a ****** married to a pornstar.
Jun 30, 2012
Jun 30, 2012 at 2:11 PM UTC
All she wants
Is for her body to be wanted
Screaming, clutching, *******
Longing for the childhood she left behind
Longing for the father that left her childhood
Longing for the sweet stickiness
Longing to be wanted
She's finished with work
Pleasure is her job
And the man she pleases on screen
Tells her that her hard, painful effort
Was second rate
Was not pleasurable
Was not worth it
She closes her bedroom door
Knowing nothing else but pleasure anymore
Pleasure now means pain for her
She's caught in a trap
She's scared and alone
She's seeing the consequences of her actions
She cries out to the night
But only the sun and another day of work answer
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 1:15 AM UTC
Sasha's greatest hits
big ****
shaved clean
young thing
short hair
fake blonde
pouty stare
bullet wand
strip tease
there to please
unblemished-
smooth skin
stick ******* thin
tormented by how
I just can't win
measure up
2 girls 1 cup
fantasy feline
maybe next time
you'll want me more
than your perfect pornstar *****
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 8:26 PM UTC
☺☻☺☻☺☻
Post-Christian pornstar unsubdued,
My lady—you are too tattooed;
bored, studded, and nearly as cheap
as everyone else tossed on the heap.
You don’t excite, inspire or alarm.
You’re just a big Alterna-Bore. No harm
done to me; baby you’re a pincushion
of piercingly superficial fashion
Neither tribal nor demonic—just silly.
I pity you, pierced like that willy-nilly…
Some conserva-matron with a gun
is edgier, riskier (and way more fun)
Israeli soldiers are hotter than you.
1940’s pinups sexier. It’s true.
That’s why we won. Now they’re losing it.
And so am I… but thanks for choosing it.
(War)
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 2:08 PM UTC
**“Won't do no good
To call the police.
Always come late,
If they come at all.”**
Thank you, Tracy.
Thank you for shining a light,
Drawing the world’s attention to the gulf
The gross variance in policing,
As it is practiced as we move from
One area of the city to another,
From one part of town,
Across the tracks to the
Wrong side of town,
Not the neighborhood where
Cops get out of the squad car after dark,
Ring your doorbell & politely remind you
Your garage door is open.
I refer, of course, to the same
Neighborhood with the best schools,
Libraries, public parks, and other
Fine & dandy amenities
Enjoyed by some its municipal citizens.
I send greetings from reality &
Say “Thank you, Tracy”again.
Now I’m hip to an area of town where
People have to shoot it out for themselves,
Where people contend with a
Quotidian Death Camp or Gulag,
A daily killing-field of extreme
Predatory desperation.
We’re taking a quintessential peek
Through a Social Psychologist’s lens,
Namely Abraham Maslow’s
“Hierarchy of Human Needs;”
Categorically speaking:
The ladder’s bottom-rung.
We’re talking basic human survival, here.
BTW I actually learned a lot in college, & besides:
**** You! I’m a Harvard graduate.
One last time I say
“Thank you, Tracy.”
I actually learned & continue to learn a lot,
From getting high & listening to music.
Life at the bottom of the barrel?
Sloshing it up with the
So-called “Dregs of Society,”
Which, by the way,
Would be a great name for a band.
Cue omniscient narrator:
Google "I want to Be a Pornstar.”
But I digress.
We were talking about a frightening alien planet,
A no-where place to be for
An intelligent young black girl,
Hoping for a fast car out of there.
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 5:49 PM UTC
The good. The bad. The ugly
All happening in the same location
My bed was taken
Preoccupied by sweat
The bed wet
I have a hot box
I'll rock your socks off
But only if I like you
I'll get some head but you gotta be good
Men made me hate ***
Too fast. No pleasure
I don't like to feel rushed
I like it slow, hard, rough
Choke me while you slide it in slow
Do your best to let me know
Own this cat
Not too many can do that
Only 2 have proven that
But I took Miss Kitty back
She straightened up real fast
Now she hasn't had that
Jaw dropping, leggin popping
Ouuu can I have your babies?
Nah, keep that ****** on daddy
I ain't tryna be crazy
Knock out ***
Make sure I walk funky for 2 days
I've had a lot of ***
I've been high from it
Some might call that addiction
But it has to be the right person or its a waste of skill
I want to showcase this pornstar worthy talent
With someone who had magic to share with me
I want to be pretzelized
Push my legs back as far as they will go
Make me feel it in my stomach
Eat my car until tears of pure satisfaction leak from my eyes
***
Sensational ecstasy 10x
It's magical . As it should be.
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 1:57 AM UTC
it was grasping at the air when your throat closes love.
drive down and back in a snowstorm panic,
only to ***** at the sight of blood and stool,
so just say yes kind of closeness.
i always struggled with the difference between
need and want.
maybe I just wanted to be needed.
skeletons didn't hide in closets in our house.
they were out in the open for me to bathe and feed
and for the skeletons to grab my *** and call me cute,
and ***** me when they wanted,
and it was fine and we were
Happy.
what is the difference between a hospital bed and a couch?
there is no punchline.
i'm bad at jokes.
what's the difference between a joke and playing house?
i'm bad at jokes.
so when something hit the floor a little too hard
i simply walked away until it was picked up again
when i returned.
so when you sat in a house filled with smoke
i would try to pull you to safety until
the weight of you made my arms numb.
so when you told me you didn't know how to cry
i would kiss you just a little too hard to see if you'd bleed
and you learned that was how to kiss me back.
i'd pretend it didn't hurt, then come back with
Do you want a time out?
Don't talk back to your mother now
(unless its in bed, and you really want to try it,
and its always been a dream of yours, and you won't feel whole again until I remind you that you are, and you haven't been able to feel like this in years, and pretty please?)
(i'd say never, until i said,
fine
just once.
i didn't hate it
i guess).
giving became the only way to strengthen your sinews
my body was somewhere between the size of housewife and pornstar,
adjusting as needed to fill in any crack in the wall
left by an aimless controller or fist,
the fatty tissue to replace anything your aching body lost
and was trying to find in the empty space you left
between rage and apathy.
i was choking on hospital food
and grabbed for something so i could breathe.
what's the difference between loving and dying?
i'm bad at jokes.
Mar 6, 2022
Mar 6, 2022 at 9:09 AM UTC
I walked to her and looked in her eyes
Not a part of her I would despise
Passed my hands through her arms
Every part of her brought charms
Kissed her lips furiously
Her body responded curiously
That sultry voice rang into my ear
Not yet, wait until we get home my dear
I let her go and said
Alright lead the way
We got into a cab
It took us to an apartment
We kept kissing and teasing on the way
Two ***** kids trapped in a train compartment
We got home, she was beautiful
I kissed her making moans lyrical
We got up into the house
Our moans would be really loud
I pushed her to the bed and bit her lip
Giving me a next step tip
She took of the shirt and bra
Looking like a pornstar
I lay on top of her
How magical In this we were
She looked me dead in the eyes
And nipped at my hat
Come on copper, frisk me, I know you can do that!
I took off my shirt and caressed her gentle curves
But I think my constant teasing was getting on her nerves
She took control of the situation, rolling me onto the bed
She put her hands on my hard member
A step I will always remember
Opened my pants kissing my lips
My hands on her hips
She fought my tong with hers
Like a he mouth was a *** curse
It was crazy how quick she got what she wanted,
She threw my badge out on the floor still in my wallet
She stroked my member slowly, but with a firm grip
All the while enticing me with those swaying hips
All of sudden she leads me too her table
She lays me on it to **** me, and I'm willing and able
She's bouncing on top of me, both of us moaning for more
She ***** out my release And we both lay in bed
Dragging on a menthol
Each wanting more, we silently begged
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 10:19 PM UTC
Oftenly a thought
Strikes my mind
Its better to be
A Pornstar
than a Poet
really by name or fame!
will excel a lot
What would I get?
Except criticisms & insults!
A l'll shamelessness
Can bring more prestige-Written on 13.07.2012,Friday
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 2:55 PM UTC
I was born in Dallas Texas
I grew up in Charlotte North Carolina
Seven million people
Not one pornstar
I wonder what that means
No
I wonder what that means to me
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 1:36 AM UTC
She's like your first girlfriend and even though she's a little older you'll always love her.
Something bigger than your heart throbs when you see her velveteen face in films.
Even though she has been with three hundred different guys that doesn't matter at all.
When she retires a part of you feels sorrow as you remember her prime exploits fondly.
Just to see her you had to steal your dad's magazines or delete all of your web history.
She is the only woman you know that's never hurt you or broke you down into tears.
No matter what your fetish was the odds are that she has done it before just for your enjoyment and now she's just gone from that forever.
You'll never forget her name and you'll think about her fondly in your happiest dreams.
However in a way she's unable to die as she's immortalized in videos, pictures, and in all of that ***** on tissue papers you long since thrown away.
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 1:06 AM UTC