"prenup" poems
I can't dream if it's from this closet
Every thing I want to do just sounds so god **** pompous
I talk about what I want to do and everybody thinks I've lost it
I'm on the radar, but I'm the darkest blip
Walking the plank on purpose, S.S. **** you, I'm off this ship
I feel like I've finally got it, and of course then I've lost it
I write a masterpiece, "hey where's the follow up?"
Like me and my girl jinxin the future with a prenup
'Oh you know we just trying to be safe,' right ***** let's marry up this **** then
You can take it all just split them assets
Get me bent with no price or rent
See I ain't tryna get around just tryna win this
Can't seem to get to the top when I'm the only one in the bracket
Try to be a team player, but my teams full of *******
I'm Harry Potter ***** imma smash that *** like quidditch
I gonna hit that pinata, till the cash flow get me riches
I talk ***** but I miss the way you talk
British, you a fit birdy, girl
I eat my grits, but I ain't really eating till after we're flirty, girl
Take you to the back room, pour some wine and then some feelings, watch some mad men and tell you bout my last girl
I said I like the way you talk to me but I think I just like how I can talk to you
You're an outlet, and I'm plugging, your sticking around, but you should know I'm just thuggin
And maybe I just say the ***** things I say to mask my potential under promiscuity cause I got a real problem promising myself I'll solve my problems too
(I'd never admit it though)
See that's just something me and my crew do
I guess it masks all the little ***** blues 'fake cries'
During this poem I think I grew three inches for you
In my heart
See it's so easy to gravitate to you like your the sun and I'm Mercury, I'm too close and you're burning me alive, but I can't pull myself apart, girl it'll never work
We can't stop Miley, that's melancholy for sure (but keep the twerk)
You make me feel like Frank Sinatra, and I can't even sing
So **** confident, you let me discover myself, I'm deep, I can feel, I'm Mike Tyson, Kung Pao chicken, I bring it all to the ring
All these little kids on the streets learning how to *** from me 'like fricken'
The thought of you got me sick to the stomach, it's sticking
..
Too bad you're just a god **** fling
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 11:40 PM UTC
verbal contracts
and eye contact
make for good contact
future bedroom contact
**** so hard lose an eye contact
six months later marriage no contract
no prenup
no time for that
it's all rushed
no consent
of the heart
just quick, no smart
now you're there
it's all ****** up
life is twisted
your heart's wrenched up
never knew
what this **** could do to you
all this extra contact
now you're hurting
need a hospital bill, 911 contact
all from too much contact
now you gotta delete out your phone contacts
so she can't contact
cuz that **** got crazy
if you ever see her again
hope you dont make eye contact
cuz you'll fall twice
for that ******** trap
don't let it happen again
it's a breached contract
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 1:30 AM UTC
'When you leave
don't hesitate
don't look at me
don't pretend to forget
something of yours, returning again
for just one last kiss
or the look in my face
that says I am okay, I will live
When you leave
there is no need to pack
all worth taking is mine
and I will need everything
you cannot
take a thing;
not the look in your eyes
before our first kiss
or the part of my soul
intact and inked
in the letters you wrote
that Sunday, last spring
I will fight to the death
to hold on to your gaze
at three o'clock in the morning
when you think that I sleep
and you quietly sing
sleep baby, sleep
I will keep every
word, every phrase
and, yes I will keep
every sound of exhaustion
when our bodies embrace
and the joy that it brings
You cannot retrieve
a caress from my skin
the light in your smile
dreams that we made or
the sound of your voice
when you promised to love me
When you leave
you will take just what's yours
an absolute me
my heart following'
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 11:30 AM UTC
America, how long have you been blindfolded?
It was only supposed to be a count of twenty;
Eight years? Thanks, ****
September 11, 2001
Sitting in a gym, wearing shorts slightly too small
Hitting a birdie back and forth
The towers fell quicker than the Jonas brothers’ career.
Thirteen and the whole world an opportunity,
Liberties taken away, like a baby needing her milk.
But that baby never had her milk, did she, America?
When did marriage become the window that needed a brick through it?
All we needed was love, but now it’s a prenup and some ********
Nothing is genuine, except the music people tell us is good.
Holden, you’re just as phony as the war on terror.
Maybe if you keep repeating the word, people get the idea.
Hey MGMT, I'm in the prime of my life,
but the man holds me back every day.
You tube gets me through the day,
It reminds me of a better time
I watch cartoons that remind me I’m still a kid,
Even though I know it’s not true.
Hey Arnold! Did you ever have to grow up?
Did you ever have to tell someone that life only gets better if you believe?
When did people need chaos to give their lives meaning?
I sit with my frat and drink,
Everyday.
We’re the new melting *** America.
You’ve been sitting on the stove for too long.
I put my heart out as a sacrifice,
I’m not Mayan, but I can see the truth
Dramatic examples drive it home.
RIP Heath Ledger.
Daniel Day Lewis isn’t far behind
December 21, 2012.
Both dates have something in common,
0, 1 and 2:
Two days in which the world was altered
One race; blinded by the truth in front of them
And zero hope, that we dig ourselves out of a pit of pleasures
What about nine?
Nine can turn around and become a 6,
We’re all imperfect anyway
**** perfection.
Hey Chavez,
I'll stick up for you;
Anyone who likes MLK can't be all bad.
America: the place where you can speak your mind;
Every other Tuesday
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 5:19 PM UTC
Prenup, Smeenup
I don't plan staying stagnant with it
But I don't care if my partner makes more than me
As long as I have dreams and aspirations and I'm putting in the work, so who cares?
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 7:35 PM UTC
I don’t stream a lot of TV
but once I’m in that mode, I’m down
and I can’t get up.
Best pickup line I heard this week:
“You could be my emergency contact.”
A girl recently called me “weird people.”
She was effusive and I was put in my place.
Apparently, good grammar isn’t legally enforceable.
Her friend apologized, saying—and wrote it down.
“She lives on her phone; it’s a claustrophobic place.”
“Ooo!” I’d said, "Can I use that?” She gave me a blank look.
Leong, lisa and I were walking to class when a lone goose flew over,
honking incessantly, like a New York taxi in heavy traffic.
“That must be a Canadian goose,” I said, because my uninformed comments seem forever welcome—and we are pretty far north.
“I know what it was saying,” Leong offered, in her most inscrutable Asian way. Lisa and I waited to hear some Chinese wisdom, but what she finally said was, “Where IS everyone? I knew I shouldn’t have stopped to ***
There’s a song that goes, “We got married in a fever.”
That line seems so point-on to me. That’s how it happens.
Not, “We got married with a prenup, hotter than a brussel sprout.”
My Grandmère told me Peter and I will need a prenup, if we ever…
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Songs for this:
Feather by Sabrina Carpenter [E]
Head In The Clouds by BabyJake
Jackson (feat. Josh Homme) by Florence + the Machine
Apr 6, 2025
Apr 6, 2025 at 9:21 PM UTC
When a man came at me with a knife,
I was forced to shoot and take his life.
It was self defense but I was still horrified by what I had done.
I would be dead and buried if I hadn't been carrying my gun.
But he said something right before he died.
After he said it, I was even more horrified.
He told me that my wife put him up to it.
She tried to have me killed but she blew it.
I found out why that she was able to convince that man to try to ****** me.
She was going to share the cash when she cashed in my life insurance policy.
She put him up to it but it was something I couldn't prove.
I divorced that witch after I packed my bags and moved.
She would've been on easy street if she had succeeded with her crime.
But she failed and because of the prenup, she didn't receive one dime.
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 9:03 AM UTC
Leaves, attached to the stem allowed limited reign over conversations with the wind.
Our first meeting, then the second, again the third, nights of sweat and liberation. No barriers.
The stem in which is branched out, sturdy and workable.
Compromised where we laid our prenup and hard lines.
The trunk, rough, thick and unmovable.
Our limitations, the barrier slowly crumbling, seeping through cracks.
The roots deepened earth as the foundation in which we lay our relationship.
I am always yours.
We are each other.
We are whole again.
Jun 4, 2020
Jun 4, 2020 at 6:39 PM UTC
it ended so fast
unexpectedly
saturday morning
sitting on the couch
while drinking coffee
you wanted kids
now
your biological clock ticking
to get married
tomorrow
no planning
no prenup
gave me an ultimatum
we had fun
you were a great girlfriend
the quintessential party girl
you’d be a bad wife
a horrible mother
i said it’s over
said goodbye
got up
walked away
avoid a disaster
Nov 28, 2022
Nov 28, 2022 at 9:08 PM UTC