"probaly" poems
You lurk in chat rooms talkin
bout what you'd like to do.
All naked accept for a captian's hat.
Ya know after hello it's probaly
not best to ask do you wanna *****
Mr pervert do you enjoy.
Taking trips to mexico maybe to take in a
show.
Getting beat with a wire hanger
being called a bad boy.
Were ya born with a ***** loose?
Did uncle Charlie get to friendly
and papa John slip something in your juice?
Do you really like farm hand dot com
thats just wrong.
No Mr pervert I dont wanna see pics of you
covered in oil wearing a thong.
And im really not into what ya can fit
up your ***
Glad to know what happend to that goon
at the back of the class.
No you cant have my number.
Okay your a woodman.
Please I really dont need any pics of
your lumber.
No I dont wanna wrestle in the dark you freak.
Yes im happy you enjoy being beat every
other day of the week.
You really need some help.
Yes I think to catch a preditor would be a
great show for you to make a appearence.
No I dont wanna play airlane.
so ***** your clearence.
Please why cant that connection to
your basement just go out.
Guess what your doing now.
Well to be honest I know without a single
doubt.
I can imagine what its like to be you.
well ***** that cause theres some ****
so freaky even I wont do.
So when ya see that name appear
on the screen it's probaly best to ignor.
I mean unless your really into hanging out
with a lathred up nut who eats outta
a dog dish apon the floor.
I was flipping through the channels
and to no suprize what did I see.
why dateline with Chris Hanson and
Mr pervert on my t.v.
I had to laugh at every word said.
Gooodbye Mr pervert.
Didnt take a geinus to figure out
you were ****** up in the head.
Feb 17, 2010
Feb 17, 2010 at 11:33 AM UTC
Dear poet's of Hello.
After some thinking ive come to realize theres one thing this
site and a few of my friends here really need to embrace more often.
The truth.
Im known as a clown but I do not fear speaking my mind.
Ive faced far more challenging things in my life than worring
over if people like me or not what has this place become highschool?
I read comments well to be honest I know that people dont mean
theres poems on here ive seen on the charts for months that to be honest dont desserve the comments they get but people are to scared to be honest and speak there mind.
Why?
Thats the big question and I see no clear answer.
The backstabbing and ******** here makes me really rethink
just why im here.
But ive met some good friends here and I respect them no matter if i like there work or not.
I dont expect people to lie and say they like something when they dont just speak your mind use some manners of course but what are you all so scared of?
Look theres alot of crap here that makes little or no sense.
The charts are a joke.
And I have friends here who talk about how much they hate something only to comment on it and be two faced.
Im not gonna call people out you know who you are.
Do you really think your helping anyone by blowing smoke up there ***
Im sorry if I offend people with this but feelings will always be hurt
and not everyone is gonna get along.
Writting is not my hobby it's not something I do cause im some moody spoiled snob that thinks his life is so hard cause in reallity.
Ive lived a life I wouldnt wish on anyone I know the true meaning of pain I didnt grow up having **** handed to me.
Yet no life is easy.
Writting to me is like breathing I have no choice.
But the stuff im seeing here is straight up ********
People kissing each others ass then talking about how they **** behind there back.
Saying what friends we are only to secretly despise each other.
I speak my mind if i tell you i like your work it's cause i do but really honestly how can you criticize someone's self expression to me you cant.
Im no better than anyone else and after posting this I figure alot of people will probaly think im a **** but at least I have the courage to be myself.
Lets try to at least not turn this place into Poetry Soup.
That place is a highschool of clicks and sad people who act like children hell the kids there act more mature than the adults.
People fear honesty and I know coming fro0m me this is the last thing you expected but i had to get this off my chest.
Great writers werent worried with if you liked what they did or how many people liked them.
I respect you all but all I ask is to be more honest with each other.
Cause this place is turning into a zoo and no one seems to be running the asylum.
Speak your mind cause if you dont know one will ever know your true voice.
Thank you and if I offended at least I made you think.
Oct 20, 2010
Oct 20, 2010 at 12:00 PM UTC
In my office me and Gonzo waited speaking on deep issues
with no true meaning as usual.
Bastardo's heart had been broken for Drew had left him a beaten and
love bitten luchador slash attorney.
Senior Gonzo speaking endlessly to the hat rack had reminded me why
I never dropped acid anymore.
Poor gonzo had just been served with divorce papers to which
his only response was ****** amigo i never knew i was married.
As his attorney i belived a trip to mexico was outta the question for i had just got back do to some well a misunderstanding its legal
jargin you couldnt possibly understand.
His deadline was near and without my solid advise this man wouldnt be able to pull it off so being we had been in the bar for more than
eight hours we decided to make a exit through the mens room window.
Front doors are over rated.
In my legal office slash camper hey eveyone starts somewhere
okay.
I was reminded of my loved hellcat Drew
she had left many items here a satanic bible her boil cream.
how I did mis rubbing her webbed toes.
How was i to work Gonzo was a mess hidding under the table
so the ginger bread people couldnt find him
and return him to there bitter talentless leader
Kate Perry i swear if you stab me one more time senior gonzo
with that fork in my maracas im going to get medevile on your ***
Oh how i missed my tag team partner drew.
i should never have introduced her el man donkey who
resist such a uhh personallity.
But now here I sit with a madman under my table tripping his
***** off insisting I contact Simon Cowell to inform him
man tities are so yesterday.
If only I had gotten the Lindsy Lohan case I would finally have gotten my brake or maybe just a std.
Oh well theres always hope Mel Gibson will need me.
The road warrior was a true classico and he seemed so well
balanced compared to my reallity challenged cilent.
Remember kids if ever you have a chance to trip with senior Gonzo
its probaly best you hide all sharp objects.
adios Bastardo
Jul 15, 2010
Jul 15, 2010 at 8:10 AM UTC
One may be fun
but several can be even better.
She's got that certin something.
But dam if her sister doesnt look good in that sweater.
Had this problem since I was like five.
Two might be tricky.
But ******* off ten your lucky to be alive.
Im not a man whore just gotta alot of love to share.
A tiger does fear text.
And Nine irons okay and left behind underwear.
I think theres a problem when your black book
reads longer than gone with the wind.
I swear honey there's nothing going on.
She's just a really hot shoulder inwhich I can depend.
Saying goodbye never has been much fun.
Bullet proof vest taser peper spray no it"s
not a riot
Just taking caution probaly be easier breaking up with only
one.
Hey if it works for hugh's old wrinkled *** then
why not me.
But at this pace I'll be lucky to make it past
thirty three.
I think theres a problem but that's okay.
Cause if I get the boot.
I got some friends with benfits house's
inwhich I can stay.
Im not bad just a lotta fun.
Cardio is key.
When she pulls out the meat clever
dont play stupid just run.
And if I seem terrible keep in mind
it takes two to tango.
For what is the banna without the mango.
I think theres problem that I really dont
wanna fix my dear.
Im a bit of a effection ******
***** the cold shower how bout a warm bed and
a beer?
Call me terrible cause hell even I know
I'm not right.
We should take this slow.
So how bout we discuss this in a hot tub tommorow night.
And if I did offend with these word I've spoken.
Then please pull the twig out your backside.
Grab a drink have some fun cause was only jokin.
Feb 8, 2010
Feb 8, 2010 at 6:22 AM UTC
Familys ******** can ya hear em?
Uncle larry's probaly gonna puke dont get near him.
I kinda ****** up sight.
Someone get Bobby Joe outthe street cause ya know he aint bright.
Christmas kinda blows around here.
So toss me a bottle and crack a beer.
Hey did anyone know how the tree caught fire?
No sweetie uncle Stan isnt a down on his luck actor.
He's really a drug dealer and habitual liar.
Is egg nog supposed to have chunks.
No baby it's not cool that your 13 on facebook asking
for pic's of shirtless hunks.
Great it's time to sit down to dinner
Yes sure is great Father O Malley showed up.
Who better to chasethe boys and drink up the whiskey
screaming at the hat rack it's a sinner.
Um it's hard to make snow Angels on the concrete.
No your son isnt spoiled.
He's just wearing more than i make month with his
seven thousand dollar sneakers on his feet.
Grandma it's kiss under the mistletoe no tongue.
Ya think grandpa would have slowed on the cigs after getting put in the iron lung.
Great a blizzard has snowed us all in. yippie im bunking with Little Tommy tinkles thats the way the holiday goes.
I think freezing to death doesnt sound so bad.
Lord how Christmas blows.
Dec 5, 2010
Dec 5, 2010 at 11:00 AM UTC
No Matter The Floor You Pass Out On
I awake as any other madman slash poet.
Apon the floor naked pizza box for pillow a members only jacket for a blanket.
yes the libary sure has changed over the years.
less and less people were reading buggets were cut meaning
libraryies were under staffed and rarely did anyone dare venture into
the stacks and thank good for that. Cause being i preffered free sleeping
it was probaly for the best.
but no matter the the floor you pass out on most all fine
american men wake up with are god given birth rite.
That which after a trip to the restroom like
that early morning madness that was christmas pressent openning
was over way to fast and was kinda disapointing.
Floors werent the best beds in the world in fact they
****** altogather but drinking and common sense dont even
belong in the same room togather.
Portsmouth Va was a strange world indeed a place where upscale colided with skidrow.
Me I preffer the company of a outdoor sleeper to that of a
spoiled spoon fed yuppie ****
the art school cranked out angst ridden buble people by the second.
They walked the street soaking in the pain of life.
there heads stuck so far up there ***** I always felt compeled to trip them as they walked by.
acting as though they were outsiders yerning to be mainstream
they'd **** there mothers on a mtv reality show as dad cried in the background.
Just for a taste of stardom.
True talent who needs that?
but no matter the floor you pass out on one
thing was clear.
In a world were you could have a bus load
of kids and get paid for it.
fame wasnt such a rare thing anymore.
The floor I passed out on was cold and cruel but surrounded
voices from the past.
the floor these hollow reallity show bottom feeders
passed out on. Had to besoft as there heads.
Otherwise there brains would splatter across the floor.
And some TV exect would have a brainstorm to have a show
were washed up celebrities would have a contest.
To see who could bore us the most with there sob story
Yes friends id rather have a pizza box for a pillow
than a reality show pillbox for a brain.
and the truth effectsus all form no matter
which floor so you do choose to pass out on.
Dec 11, 2009
Dec 11, 2009 at 7:12 AM UTC
Long after my injust exhile from this site I began a time of deep thinking.
And after many cervasas and long nights with ***** women I thought.
Where is my life going besides to the free clinic every other day to cure
the ******* of fire.
It was then I remembred a wise amigo a man amoungst many men
not because he was strange they just happend to all gather togather in that spot.
Unlike a bathhouse once I only went to a few times to have some male bonding
time and to enjoy a nice backrub.
But enough with my college years.
My once mighty amigo told me.
******** dont ever let them hold you back for the evil forces are many
yet you cant **** crazy well maybe with a gun but that would take many bullets amigo.
It was then i knew I must return to the land of Hello.
To bring joy to many and annoy young teenage writers who think vampires can walk around in daylight and werewolves run in large packs with other amigos in Alaska.
How I wish i lived there as well.
It had been far to long since this gravyard of like button zombies had taken off
there pants turned off the lights and had a hot oil ****
At least I hope that was oil.
It had been a cold summer south of the boarder but that doesnt mean there wasnt fire down below.
Much like with older women.
So I packed the pinto and like a really fast minded person moving at a well
much slower gear I was off.
For where there is a need there is well a place people
probaly want something to suit that need.
So spank my spandex wearing *** and call me MR Pickles.
Cause The ******** has returned amigos.
Ole!!!
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 3:46 PM UTC
Tired of the same old scenes around here.
Thought hey im gonna explore space.
Introduce Little space dudes to bad habbits
nudie mags and maybe share a beer.
Yeah it'll take some getting use to
anti gravity bars.
Pack up the whiskey and of course the kids
honey cause were moving to mars.
People kinda look at me like my
mind did slip.
just cause im going round collecting cans.
Hell with what else are ya supposed use to
build a spaceship.
I made a few changes it runs of corn whiskey
instead of rocket fuel.
You might think im crazy.
but when my home made rocket takes off
it'll be cool.
Say goodbye kids to your ***** grandfather Bert.
Hey darlin from up here I can see down your shirt.
It's three seconds to lift off people
ya might wanna move your houses as well as cars.
Cause lord knows whats gonna happen.
in my attempt to move to mars.
Its time for lift off crap honey do ya mind lighting
fuse.
Hey kids after this maybe we'll get a reality
show.
I mean if we dont die that would only make the local
news.
The homade rocket ship rattle and shook.
I knew i forgot something I mean it's a minor thing.
Steering wheels are overrated guess I should have got a book.
And as it lifted off into the sky.
I screamed like a little girl.
I forgot I was affraid to fly.
Yes I kinda fell short on my quest to the stars.
cause i crash landed in New Jersy.
Well kids sorry but Atlantic City is probaly
a bit more fun for daddy that is.
So much for moving to Mars.
Dec 26, 2009
Dec 26, 2009 at 10:22 AM UTC
In a little roadhouse off the beaten tracks is where I did find her.
She was riding with the hells angels till they kicked her out for being to ruff.
And yet at seventeen the way she could down a budweiser and burb hello ******
Was a site to be held and i thought to myself
as she broke a pool cue over a man's head who played a song she didnt
like I knew i had met the woman of my dreams.
Sure she drank like a fish cussed like a sailor and hit like a frieght train.
But aside from all thoose good qualitys I like in a woman she did have her hang up's.
Its kinda bad when your first date involves knocking over a seven eleven and leading on
the cops on a five state chase.
And Im not bitter she didnt slow down to let me off.
Im mean the road rash wasnt that bad and I needed to drop a couple of pounds
of course it gives a whole new meaning to burning off the pounds.
And when I saw her about two months later I could tell there was something
there as she held a knife to my throat and looked into my blood shot eye's
and said.
Im gonna cut out your tongue out if you dont buy me a beer.
Yes this beer drinking spitfire had me at hey what the **** you lookin at ****** ?
What a true lady indeed.
Yes when i finally came outta a coma after that first night togather i knew.
That i probaly shouldnt drink outta open containers.
Or carry cash or major credit cards.
When going out with a five foot three spifire named Skeeter.
Mar 19, 2010
Mar 19, 2010 at 5:56 PM UTC
After stage exist do i leave a true self behind?
As the act has taken hold of my existance I view only one out.
With the dust.
Will hidden message be reveled my madness never was there a more true
poisen to pen than vice thats nothing more than the man.
Cheap motel's road trips have taken there toll as ive taken more from thoose with which ive shared a
sin laced night.
Im fine I swear.
And even togather I assure you im alone.
Start out slow just to burn out fast.
Empty the glass washed down pills and forgotten conversations
the jokes a cruel subject may I be your life's teacher?
Emptyness Inc. hollow my hall's least it's better than some
self righteous fool who has been left to preach.
A cheap **** and a firm shake.
You cant run with wolves and stay the lamb.
Uppers to wake ***** to slow and coke to understand its somehow it's gotta end.
Im sorry next time i'll call only to show the sadist within.
Pray they cant view the sweats man he truely lives his act or is his addictions living as what
he once knew to be him?
Moments I breath only to sink underneath waters drowned are my demons
care to hear there thoughts clear?
A angry voice lives behind vice can i calm this storm how can I grant safe passage?
When I cant even stand in the slightest wind?
Another night and still they ignore it because they hate to comfront for fear they'd taste the razor of tongue and face vice's all there own.
Art in any form should never be safe.
Hello she answers waitting for the line within mind
she know's will probaly sooner than later be read.
I cant say something I can never feel.
Remorse is great for hero's.
Im happy to be your villan.
Another town it's always a old scene.
Were the ****** up circus come to fuel a always burning ego driven fire.
A hot night a devil's pornagraphic scene.
What the dust leaves no true care of a honest ******* I fear none but myself.
May 28, 2012
May 28, 2012 at 1:25 PM UTC
Hey it"s been awhile how ya doin like I care.
Writting little bits of misery isnt my style.
Drinking till dawn writting low brow poems is something
I do with such great flare.
John Patrick you know the rest.
Never got a degree but i got something else.
more than a few times incase you havent guessed.
Turn off the lights i'll just use my hands to see.
Yes im way worse in person.
But ya know it just aint a party without me.
Were theres gasoline so should there be fire.
Far from a saint.
But I have dated a couple girls who once sang in the choir.
You may won the contest but I really didnt lose.
cause you gotta ribbon and me I gotta bottle of *****
Guess who never paid attention in class?
I was to busy staring at the teachers.
Uhh miss hotness could i please have the hall pass.
Wonder what slowed us down uhh probaly
when we hit that tree.
You know my friends it just isnt a party without me.
Hey folks they dont all have to be deep meaingful im not nicknamed gonzo for nothing cheers my friends
Jan 22, 2010
Jan 22, 2010 at 6:07 AM UTC
In tides.
Change is fierce monster often left in shades of a lamb.
No pressense more cruel than that known as love.
Can we lie only to make this illusion so grand not appear traggic in design?
We question are truths beliving are thoughts instead of asking the one beside .
May we share this space only to distance areselves a little more at a time.
Picking apart the reason as in any situation we just always seem to lose track
of what it was that brought us here to begin with.
Anger can only mask my fears so long.
If you never understand then you'lll probaly stand with many.
***** the numbers it's a losing game to speak of to begin with.
Cold as rain in a approaching storm we can ignore the truth
if only to embrace are lies for one last time.
When did I ever become the shell?
A stranger in the wings to my own half thought logic .
Time makes a fool of us all.
As for me I sit without thought for to fight what never will be is a thought of another
The wolves howl at night only to hear themselfs die.
Tommorow you sound of hope in a hopeless void.
People togather in doorways hide from the rain and sometimes find there
placement a blessing.
Some find emptyness a solice I could never explian.
No man could ever be described so simply in one line.
Myself I find a stranger often ive seldom cared to understand.
Im far from the image yet close to the tale.
Maybe storms suit me well a gray sky to a ever distant wind.
Sands bury the traces yet a thought leaves it's mark.
No matter my past ive found eyes still find that dust ridden cover
**** my flaws for the subject is never understood.
For if Heaven were a endless highway id probaly be headed south.
I
Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 4:54 PM UTC
Hey John dam it's been long so what do ya do these days?
Well I write do stand up comedy.
Wow like your not even funny and you were always so shy I cant imagine you doing that.
Another Person.
Hey wow this is a really deep write who would guess the comedian could write so deep.
Yet Another
Hey you know your jokes really arent family friendly.
Some of them were really offensive and you should really stop talking about so many taboo
subjects maybe stop being so vulger.
A Person I Knew When I Was A Kid
Hey man have you changed remember how you were so shy and didnt fit in
Its so great to see you trying so hard do you work i mean a real job cause that writting stuff and comedy is
okay for fun but you gotta grow up sometime JP is it okay to call you JP.
I mean we herd how you dont like being called that anymore but we always called you that.
A So Called Friend.
Hey you ever hear from John?
Oh well probaly just off being weird what a loser man he thinks he's funny.
Shit maybe funny looking what a stupid ******* .
Hey John!
Man i was just talkin about you what you been up to dam it's good to see you.
A Stranger That I Made Laugh
Hey wanna drink?
You must keep people around you laughing all the time.
Sometimes Ignorance Is Bliss
Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 1:43 PM UTC
1. a newsper printed artical that the words change a vareity color every page.
2. I think teacher should have superpower which can show realiey stuff to children in class For example: In geogrephy class, when they talking about animal, and teacher is disappeared, and entry another world, to bring animals back in front of children.
Because if you bring more interesting and funny thing to the class, student probaly pay more attention in class And
Student superpower:
I think studene should be more genious can understand all of lessons which are taught by teacher.
3. Jungle Bell
Because I like the temp, it's also my first X'mas song Every year, I listened thousand times.
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 2:32 PM UTC