"premarital" poems
I didn't want to go to band camp!
You didn't listen did you mother?
Where's dad? Where is my dad?
He's living with a ***** who isn't my mother.
Wake up! He cheated on you stupid mother.
Such a dumb mom to believe dad.
Who's condoms were on the car floor?
Did you and dad have *** and you didn't know it?
He lied mother!
I'm on his facebook and yours.
I see dad's long list of women with **** pics.
***** to be his 18 year old daughter.
My dad the ******* with a string of net lovers.
Dear old dad if I had a string of guys what would you do?
Dad wants to play with women's ***** who are not my mom.
I'm 18 and messed up in the head.
I've got dad posting he wants to touch parts of women.
I've got a mom to dumb to know he's touching parts of women.
Dad stop posting you want to kiss *****
I'm 18 and I'm feeling messed up in the head.
Dad and you shipped me off to band camp.
Didn't want to go mom and cheating dad.
I know you are sad mom and dad hurt you.
Mom you to be young again and date your friends.
Facebook is messed up place to be for me.
I am thinking of unfriending both of you.
I feel messed up in the head.
I didn't want to go to band camp.
Dad said go he wants to play with lady ***** not my moms.
Mom said go she wants to be young now that she knows dad cheats.
I am never getting married.
Met a boy and we did what was natural.
I was 18 and camp ended and I was going to be a mother.
I never want to be a dumb mother like you.
Thanks for nothing mother!
You were upset for one day then wanted to adopt my baby.
You were namma not mother to my baby.
Hope you happy I made you a namma before you were ready.
I did not want a baby and did not want you raising mine.
I don't want a baby I grew in my stomach calling me sibling.
Baby got adopted and you wont be the mother.
My child will never have a mother like you.
This ain't no I got a friend story or a fairy tale.
Dad took off and he had another kid with a lover.
Thanks for not telling me dad!
Thanks for my scars seeing your kids birth announcement on the internet.
I feel messed up in the head thanks to you dad and mom.
I saw a news story about open marriages and that's what I want.
Marriages don't work so we wont get married.
Marriage is a fairy tale told wrote by preachers
to make people not want to have premarital ***
If marriage was so great dads would not cheat.
If marriage was great mom and dad would be happy.
Marriage is a prison me and nobody else wants.
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 12:00 PM UTC
Massage it,
Shake it,
Think about her.
Massage it more,
Shake it till you blast,
Experience the ephermal joy.
Avoid premarital pregnancy.
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 11:34 PM UTC
You're moving in with your girlfriend and many people have congratulated you.
You've asked me to do the same but that is something I can't and won't do.
I won't congratulate you because you and your girlfriend will be living in sin.
I won't condone premarital *** don't ask for my congratulations ever again.
Yes, I have old-fashioned morals that you consider to be out of date.
I won't congratulate you because you're doing something that God hates.
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 5:08 PM UTC
Catherine's Tango
Quiet moonless night lit only by the libido of a white cigarette
Do not
Do not be a poet
propose to a woman
and die with children on your
Denim Soul'd Lap
I am giving up
I am
disfiguring my Rifle
I am
unwashed clothes
tucked into the corner of the bed
where You and She and He and You
sleep
make love
speech
listen to the radio
when it
gives premarital birth
to Jazz C-section
when the radio
sticks its finger down its
electrical throat
attached to the wall
and
Digests Classical Master Pieces of Symphonies
I am 1:42am
an orange pill
2 pennies
3 quarters
a dime
a nickel
molding yogurt
a face sprouting weeds
a body
blooming old age
Tip Toe
unlock my
golden halted door to a chamber of
Lamps that bend and sigh
only to leave you
quite sad
quite misplaced in the sand
asking for water
but all we have
is cold coffee
it has been sitting out for
2 waltz
all of the ceiling's light bulbs
are awake
chattering quietly
like 5am suburbia birds
Pigeons
Crows
The one eyed red robin coasting south for a warm nest
watch out
Lovers are here to stay
they carry
knives and ****** bouquets
Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 2:54 AM UTC
I grew up in a church with a big white steeple
where the tea was sweet and so were the people
they told me to love and taught me to care
but turned on me by the time I grew out my hair
I learned as I aged that they were not so sincere
that these hypocrites would leave me alone in fear
no acceptance or love was shown to me
by the time I lost my premarital virginty
why build a child up with words so sweet
just to later knock her off of her unsteady feet
this "family" left me for their old and sad ways
being labeled as **** for the rest of my days
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 11:55 PM UTC
They told me to write about the family dynamic,
and even though they were careful to say
"The" family dynamic,
I was quite sure they wanted to say
"My" family dynamic.
The way I'm quite sure that when my mother asks if I'm gay,
and if that is the reason I'm sporting a gay pride belly ring,
that she is actually saying,
*"I swear to God if you're a **** that's the last straw."*
Catholic upbringings seem to only account for politely covering up
hidden agendas, not actually purging them in place of acceptance.
My family dynamic is the blank stare I gave my mother that day.
It is the uncertainty I feel on a daily basis. A constant debate on
whether or not I should send her fragile ideals about me spinning
off their axis, admit to being bisexual. In my mind I always look
her in the eyes and say something along the lines of,
*"Don't worry mother, I could never be gay. I enjoy a good hetero ******* too much."*
In reality I smile and shake my head. Leaving her to go on living in a world
where daughters don't have premarital *** or lose babies, or try to **** themselves.
In a world where her good catholic daughter could never be gay.
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 2:12 AM UTC
I will read Stag’s Leap again and again until
it stops making sense to my heart, is not my problem anymore.
My mother never told me the story of how she lost
her first husband, much less the second
but I have all these ideas in my head of how she could leave
dad from poetry books like yours,
Sharon Olds. It is what I picked up when my
sunrise split into two blades of grass the wind would carry across
the states, thinking a man I loved could disappear
any time – forget how I picked barbed wire from his chest and
not in the way an ocean forgets it has waves.
Not comfortably. I read your
poems when the world looked like it was made of granola,
eroding from the inside out, I read
Stag’s Leap again and again when he said, no, we do not talk
about her, but it was too quiet not to. I wanted to
talk about things that there are not terms for.
Only so many words one
can say of their memories and feelings because to no one else
are they real – he does not know that the last time I felt
okay with him it was when I fled
his boarding station, smoothing my skirt down
so the train’s breeze wouldn’t touch me. On that day, I wanted
nothing but him to touch me ever again
and there he went, south, leaving with mockingbirds. I
would have waved had I known we were on
a countdown, in the final silent moment of our relationship.
I always knew the hour we last had *** since Stag’s Leap I now
ask why it is that way. No, we don’t talk about her
but I wonder if ******* a married person still counts as
premarital *** and if I can mourn a man even when he’s right here.
Jul 27, 2013
Jul 27, 2013 at 6:12 PM UTC
Hello, dear friends and family,
I write you on behalf of your own dis-functionality. Break away the molds of a less mortal man. Ne'er again will I be what I am. I am anachronistic I'm a flower. I expect sunshine I expect showers. I am lesser than an 8th grade child. Come with me Mr. Rogers, stay awhile.
Ulcers, explosions, colonoscopy, I'd like "things that come from the back side of me" for 500, Alex.
Reflex my mental perceptions and premarital sexuality. I'm Catholic, we're catholic; I think you're understanding me.
I used to write for you, but now I write for me. Pac Man ate my ***** yesterday, and a ghost I shall be.
Fan me the cool feels, fan me the sweet deals; I'd like to make money sometimes, but that's just the worldly me.
Let's be humerus, I'm flexing my skeletal muscles. Bone me twice, I'm flexible: tussle.
An antiperception of lesser mortal men, let us not take umbrage to the second tense of Portman's skin.
I see you, girl; I see you girl. I'm not interested, but that body speaks worlds.
Is that weird? I guess you can admire beauty without falling into lust. I suppose that's normal, save when staring at bust.
Let me anchor you; let me father. I'm not writing for my son, nor my daughter.
There's some serious necessities, there's some serious faults. I love you, and that's the honest truth, but what happens if we're lost? Five more words to go.
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 12:42 AM UTC
When replaying conversations you had and words she had said start to make you smile like you just heard that your favorite ice cream shop brought back a limited flavor.
That's when you know.
When you start checking your phone, hoping that she might've accidentally sent something and apologizing for it, planning how you'd casually say 'it's okay' when you'd stop yourself from blurting "I've been waiting for you to say something."
That's when you know.
When a simple "I like your smile." makes you feel lightheaded because of how hard you try to thank her sounding oh so casual while your face would get oh so red.
When you wake up realizing that you've started to sleep text her.
That's when you know.
When you find yourself wondering what she thinks about you.
What she thinks about abortions.
What she thinks about marriage.
Premarital ***
***
What she'd think about ***
..With you
When you find yourself wondering how her hands would feel going down your bare back
If her whispers in your ear would make your back arch
If your ears would ever let go of the sound of her kissing you
If her kisses would be gentle
Or if they'd leave purple marks over your body
When you wouldn't mind either or.
That's when you know.
When you find yourself wondering if she had thought about you too.
When you know that if she asked, you'd try letting go of the things that you've held on to for so long.
That's when you know.
When she's been in your head for over ten minutes.
That's when you know.
You're ******
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC
Ladies have you ever heard these statements,
if you love me then let me sleep with you
because a men has some needs. Some guys will
even tell you that if you can't sleep with him,
he will go and sleep with someone else or
dump you. My advice is, Your body is not a
temperature that has to be tested for true
love. Once they are done with you, they will
find another target because premarital *** is
like a bank account, once someone withdraws,
they start loosing some interests. In some
cases premarital *** is like magic, your
boyfriend disappears and a baby appears. Hear
me my daughters on this, WHAT IS IN-BETWEEN
YOUR LEGS can not be traded for anything and
it has to be kept sacred for the right time and
the right person. If you had made mistakes,
you can make corrections and do the right
thing, simply because it has happened, it
doesn't mean that it has to keep happening.
It is better to be dumped and walk away with
your dignity and respect. TRUE LOVE WAITS
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 7:20 AM UTC
Dear daughter
Here’s my advice
To guide you in your future...
Stay pure...
No I’m not just saying it
Because it’s the
“Parent” thing to say
No I’m not just saying it
Because premarital ***
Isn’t ok...
No I’m not just saying it
Because you are my
one and only
Baby girl
I’m saying it
Because purity
Destroys darkness
In a filthy cruel world
Keep the potency
Of your innocence
Tuck between your shrine
If he doesn’t commit
Tell him to step behind
A queen in the making
An angel in disguise
An ezer for a real man
Who wants to own his light...
Dear daughter
Here’s my advice
To guide you in your future
Working for the man
Is not in your plan
And I wish I learned this sooner
You are strong, black and gifted
You are the backbone of this land
Don’t let this world profit
Off the hard work of your hands
Start your business with integrity
And never sell yourself short
I never want you to Slave like me
I want you to know self worth
And when they try to tell you
Your dreams won’t it...
And they make you want to cry
Tell them... I don’t dream
I promise
Dear daughter
Here’s my advice
To guide you in your future
Stay close to God
You are so brilliant
In your spirit
When you pray
God hears it!
I may fail you on some days
But understand
God will not
Know that when the world
Is crumbling
He is our Rock
He will hear all your cries
He will provide you with hope
And the tools you need in life
He will cover you in a latter rain
To help my beautiful rose
Outgrow the pain...
Dear daughter...
I don’t have it all figured out
But if I can save you
From the strife I faced
I have faith you will be alright
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 2:41 AM UTC
The biggest lies told is we talk to our children.
Especially about ***
Wrong!
Many adults avoid it mostly.
And at a high rate.
And only in certain circles and surroundings do truth ever spoken.
Church, speak about saving yourself for marriage.
Sounds good.
Sounds really good.
But once trapped into a marriage by saving your purity.
And finally getting hitched.
Or marry.
What if?
The lady of choice states she likes to make love once a week.
And the man of choice seeks it more.
Or vice versa n this situation.
Don't you see a mess about to be created?
Some have nothing against premarital ***
So is it right or is it wrong?
Remember, as with all things it depends upon the person.
And many of these loving saints failed to follow things they preach.
Many of their own kids know math and can add.
If you seventeen and mom and dad only been married for sixteen.
They you know what happens?
They probably never told the truth to the whole story.
So saving yourself is a personal choice.
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 10:21 AM UTC