"pumper" poems
I heard the world's loudest **** today
It echoed round the town enough to say
*"I am a **** of great renown and fame,
I am a **** who's worthy of the name
Of* KING of FARTS!" Unthinkingly I sniffed
And, let me tell you, I have never whiffed
Aught so potent, dank and dread and foul
Blasted out from heaving human bowel
As that king of farts I smelled today
And which took my ******* breath away.
Who was the pumper of that putrid beauty?
How many curries in the line of duty
Had he consumed? It must have been a man -
No pong so strong ere blew from female can.
Can no one answer yet my urgent question:
And say who suffereth such dire indigestion?
O heavens! his torment must be something chronic.
Can no one subsidise a high colonic
Irrigation to prevent another
Noisier and more noisome than its younger brother?
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 7:34 PM UTC
Fuglene flyver kun fordi de brændes nedefra.
Og vi er teenagetragedier der sucker for elendighed.
Vi griber efter pigtråden og blodet minder os om dig.
"Jeg smager af galakser" sagde du, men bed mig.
Vores hænder stiger febrilsk fra undergrundens hjertetåge.
Ingen ser og ingen rækker deres hånd i frygt for afhængighed.
For blå øjne er farlige.
Det var sådan et drag at se dig.
Dyrke aliensex i mørket med mine fjender,
drikke kaffe med mine dæmoner, og selv dér var du rødvinssmuk.
Vodkaen smager af ensomhed.
På jagt efter den perfekte choker . På perfekt
I mine endeløse flugt fra det ordinære. Måske man skulle passe ind?
Men separatismen sidder i mine kindben.
Autistisk-sukkende strømmer blodet i mine smerteknuste vener.
Søgende efter varme, men med et nul graders hjerte der kun pumper anakroniske **** kan man ikke flyve.
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 1:51 PM UTC
Endorfiner pumper gennem mit blod for hvert
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Undskylder og gemmer min trang
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Wi-Fi er priotet No. 1
Impulsive depressive symptomer uden mit platoniske sociale netværk
Rastløs uden
Føler mig glemt når jeg ikke har været levende i flere dage
Tager på lange trips
Behøver ikke politikens rejseguide
Verden er så nem og ligetil derinde
Har prøvet rehab
Holdte kun til de værste abstinenser gav mig wi-fi
Er jeg afhængig eller bare et produkt af min tid?
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 3:17 PM UTC
Er jeg den eneste der ved at jorden er ved at gå under?
Begraver sig selv i undergang og drømmesvigt. Er jeg den eneste der ikke længere kan se sig selv i øjnene og leve -
Men jeg kan se stjerner og de skinner som bløde ferskner ikke gør det. Jeg ser mørke og opfinder selv patetiske solglimt. Vi længtes efter ægtheden og det hudløse, uden at vide hvad det er. Vi tør ikke mere.
At elske
at leve
at spise eller dø. Men vi har bløde ferskner og lange nætter der pumper vores hjerteblod af espresso shots.
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 2:11 PM UTC
Vessel of blood, pumping life,
thrumming quickly to the world's pace.
Vessel of warmth, pumper of love,
squeezing every drop of red out.
Vessel of ice, pumping pain,
cold and lifeless while stabbing itself.
Vessel of stone, pumper of strength,
protecting against emotion's varied arrows.
Clumps of cholesterol, good or bad,
deflecting the flow of normality,
throwing off with simplicity,
so easy to fix but unnoticed,
seemingly not a problem at all,
until it seeps into your heart,
strangling it with its own agenda,
blocking and changing the beat,
the pulse,
until everything;
Stops.
May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 9:11 PM UTC
I mine årer pumper
Kemiske stoffer
Fornuftig som jeg er
Betaler jeg ej selv
Jeg snører min kære
Moder
Til at lade
Kemiske stoffer
Pumpe rundt i mit
blod
Jeg har danset natten
Ud
For der er kemiske
Stoffer
Pumpende i mit
Blod
Det var hvidere end
Det typiske
Bartoilet
Snuden længere ned
Hovedet tilbage
Ah
Det svier
Sitrer
Smager af
Pis
Jeg har kemiske stoffer inde
I mig.
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 5:34 AM UTC
Når du rammer min nethinde så pumper mit hjerte kraftigt blod ud fra min venstre hjertehalvdel til min højre, så jeg bliver helt varm i kroppen af al blodet der cirkulerer rundt i mine arterier, og der er nu ikke længere plads til H2O indeni, så det damper ud som sved i mine små håndflader og min krop bliver til noget jeg ikke kan holde styr på med kolesterol på speed og kolde tær og molekyler der danser ind i hinanden og årha, al den forelskede gør min krop helt udmattet og får mig til at smile som en vanvittig.
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 6:21 PM UTC
nogle gange glemmer mit hjerte at slå
når tiden pludselig står meget stille
jeg ligner mest af alt et spøgelse
der lister rundt på glasskår af knuste ***** flasker
mens livet langsomt bliver suget ud af min tomme blege krop
men der findes også dage som suser forbi hvor
mit hjerte pumper dobbelt så meget blod ud som det burde
til mine blå vener er ved at sprænges
og jeg kan mærke at det banker helt oppe i halsen
mit hjerte banker for dig
og når du forlader mig
så er der ikke længere noget at banke for
det vil aldrig være besværet nok at arbejde så hårdt
blot for at holde mig i live
så hver gang du forlader mig dør jeg en lille smule
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 7:38 PM UTC
I want you to touch me
I want to feel your warmth spread
Filling me with friction of blood moving through veins
I want you to kiss me gently and sweet
But to you not yet knowing who I am
I am just an idea
But I am a blood pumper too
Fearing my potential
Just like you do
With deep yearning for connection and care
I become a body aching
A brain sleeping
Trying to escape that lonely feeling
You met me in a moment of need
I want you to touch me
Teach my blood to move again
Pumping feeling back through me
Freeing my mind of the trap it's in
Yours is sunshine on my skin
I want you to touch me
E.Poe
Dec 2013
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 4:19 PM UTC
My pen have lost its will to bleed;
For the blood in my veins dries slowly as I give.
My papers began to rip as I live;
For the pumper in my chest slowly dies as I grieve.
My hands have lost its sense of touch;
For I forgot to perceive what I can hold and I cannot.
My tongue turned pale as it perpetually rots;
Unable to taste what sweet and sour— unable to determine what’s cold or hot.
My words may come out gibberish and censure;
For my eyes couldn’t see what else is unsure.
And as my mouth speak the words of cure;
A sacrifice must be done— just take my breath and let me wither under the sun.
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 1:42 PM UTC
Oil fumes
wove with
that burst of laughter
so sought after
by my blood
pumper
thump, thump
my god
what is this?
Can it be
I'm finally
ready to
breathe out
love
again?
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 7:12 PM UTC
~
I could resist
I could!
Oh surely
I swear I could.
I need no anesthesia
No Anesthesia or numbness
Darling~
Please
Come over me
My Dr. Sweet Anggie please
I implore you!
Take your razor-edged scalpel
Only you!
Make a safe incision.
With your soft warm hand
Wrench my heart away from me!
Detach my pumper & leave me whole.
Undo my pumper with my brain
So I may cease this non-physical war!
Let the blood flow torrentially & free,
Like lunatic waters in breaking dams &
rivers.
I care not!
I want it nevermore.
Take it it’s yours!
*I want it nevermore
Take it it’s yours*.
~~
Mar 14, 2025
Mar 14, 2025 at 9:15 AM UTC
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Will she or won’t she
I don’t ******* know?
Again my hearts being torn apart
And thrown out in the snow ❄️
It’s okay I’ll just leave and quietly suffer in silence 👿
It’s no big thing my pumper has been ...long lost and tortured in defiance
No reliance on you only made me stronger
Bolder wiser and totally bonkerz
But I was wrong koz I should of seen it coming. 💔
Little girl my veins are cold it’s honestly so numbing
Borderline ****** son and a bi polar mother... like 2 peas in a hot *** of **** puke and ****
Sailor graves and constant pain is all I seem to be promised
Broken dreams and shattered hearts
Just burning up in solace ☄️
Mar 10, 2021
Mar 10, 2021 at 5:41 PM UTC
jeg er extraordinær
og du tog mig alt for ******* seriøst
tag dog en joke ******* dreng
ik tro du er extraordinær
for du var ik noget, og du var ik noget ******* specielt
indtil jeg ******* gjorde dig til det
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 8:53 PM UTC
I've been neutered,
Drill a hole in my head,
To relieve some of this,
This place,
Where I've lost it,
Everything that once made sense,
Totally disarray,
Isolation,
Meaningless prose to try and,
Alleviate
O sweet, depressed loneliness,
How you mock,
On the verge of tears,
Pumper keeps pumping,
Make sense please!
I beg you to help me.
Lonesome, sinking,
I try to think of something else,
But I just get turned around,
O the hatred I feel,
The burning hole where,
Desire was,
Where,
False happiness was,
I pine for it now,
Ignorant Bliss.
Take me away from all this,
In the impossible way,
Tell me everything’s going to be okay,
When the world comes unraveled,
Striking keys in shabby manner,
Looking for that temporary relief,
That wasn't found.
Nov 15, 2012
Nov 15, 2012 at 11:08 PM UTC
Watch closely as I construct my Monday forecast,
I see clouds shifting this way with bags under its eyes,
A rainy day is approaching,
It's been summer for over a year,
It's been gloomy at times,
I've had the occasional sprinkle,
But, there is a storm headed this direction,
Expectations.
You see, it didn't drizzle that day,
Stuck in a drought, I crave the waters of the sky,
But when you expect things to happen, the head is rotated counter clockwise,
I sit and wait, way too much,
My love used to say that,
The queued are the ******* your patience will let you down like tears from the sky,
I feel her words with every innuendo of new days to come,
Expectations.
They are glorious dreams to rocket a brain into space,
But, what goes up must come down eventually...right?
I tried to think the worst, but when the tears slid down her cheeks, my heart lurched,
It rose with a recharged happiness that I have never felt before,
Once again, her first words spitting "I can't",
Poking a hole in my overinflated pumper, the juice leaks into my stomach,
A wounded gut,
She is always right,
This heart was floating so high, but with a puncture...it scattered like a runaway balloon,
Expectations.
You love em',
You hate em',
But hating them is a quick glance into what is next,
Live for now,
Love later,
Conquer your ridiculous hopes,
Goals-
And those pesky expectations.
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 12:16 PM UTC