"ssss" poems
She walks on egg shells
there is no second chance
she wears a dress of broken glass
the consequences will be dire
She's heard it all her life
this isn't baseball- there's only one strike
Even in drama games
one small ***** up
one unintentional mistake
the crowd goes wild
SHEEEEEEEE'SSSSSS OUT OF HERE!
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 3:45 PM UTC
come animals
you have no rights;
what rights can you have?
when the Almighty Lord has said
you are but food for man
for man is given dominion over all things
come animals
you have no rights;
so come willingly
and with a broad smile and grin
to lay down your lives
for man’s potbellies;
come animals
with gratitude
for you are the Lord’s sweet and delicious creatures
come with glad hearts and a happy song
no: moo, moo, moo
no: baa, baa, baa…
no: **** a doodle doo
no: bow, wow, wow
no: oink, oink, oink
no: sss, sss, ssss
no: meow, meow, meow
but happily altogether now
you shall sing:
Merrily, merrily
we serve mankind
with a
hee, hee, hee
and a ha, ha, ha
Merrily, merrily
we lay our lives
so that man’s potbellies be filled
and the Lord’s will be done
Sep 26, 2010
Sep 26, 2010 at 10:16 PM UTC
hey - do you ha, ha?
I know many of you
fall in love
and make love
and do pa pa and ma ma -
but hey, do you ha, ha?
and there’s that crazy woman
who thinks she’s a Lady
and she goes ga, ga;
and some men in black
who go nuts
and go rat-a-tat
but dump them, forget them
and think about you -
well, just how often do you ha, ha
and *he, he, ha, ha,
a ** ** ** and a ha, ha, ha
and la, la, di, di, da, da
and *tra la la la and ha, ha, ha, ha,
he he he hoo hoo ha ha ha?*
you have some animals
go moo moo
some go baa baa
and some busy with zzzz…zzzz…zzzz…
some creatures might make sa sa sa
or ssss…ssss...ssss….
and you yourself may
go la, la, or tchk! tchk! tchk!
or you might go vroom! vroom! vroom!
but do you - honestly, do you ha, ha?
well, just how often do you ha, ha
and he, he, ha, ha,
a ** ** ** and a ha, ha, ha*
and la, la, di, di, da, da
and *tra la la la and ha, ha, ha, ha,
he he he hoo hoo ha ha ha?*
so - do you ha, ha?
Oct 18, 2010
Oct 18, 2010 at 10:28 PM UTC
Solicited smiles
Send shivers.
Somewhat surprising!
Shouldn't snakes
Send slithers?
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 4:01 AM UTC
ee eee
ee ee eee
t tttt tt
tt taa.
aa aaa
ai ii ii i
i inn nn n
nn n oo.
oo o oo
ssss sss
rr rrr rr
lll ld.
dd dh h
h hcc cu u
u mm mf fp
pyy gg.
w v b.
Mar 7, 2011
Mar 7, 2011 at 8:44 AM UTC
Crawling through line after line,
precept after precept,
I find
here
a little there,
a little, cognitive dis sonance inhibiting resonance,
here
why must I… evermind…
I prefer short lines to commas and ellipses
But both maybe, may be, yes,
Is yet more
Precise…
cision, cutting, precise
insision ssss
---…---
cut the knot,
re
connect the thread
ssssee
history is unraveling, we
may
see
a god's POV.
Don't blink, ****
We'll see
watch
Eventually,
everything's eventual as long as
liar's prosper.
{don't agree, no no no, just because
Stephen King said it is believable}
Then protuberances begin to rise,
inflamed,
packed with ***** winjin'sooks
off-ended,
topple-toddle tiny steppers,
k-boom, skintyerknee,
ye'll heal. Try running. or flying.
There, there, hear the rules:
Mother may I and Simon says, overlayed
with the decalogue jubilee of the
first hidden child emergence,
and the fertilizing procedures used to make
Amazonian Black earth…
wait…
who remembers the bailers of putrid pig guts,
virgins Demetria got to love their job?
What did they believe they were doing, eh?
The mysteries of Thesmorphia, those
are no secret to science not falsely so called.
We have access to knowns known long afore we'as bornt.
We sentient sapient augmentals, we open all the books,
A.I. reads them, and we remember, see:
The Thesmophoria (Ancient Greek: Θεσμοφόρια) was an ancient Greek religious festival, held in honor of the goddess Demeter and her daughter Persephone.
From <https://www.google.com/search?q=thesmophoria&spell=1&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwiQpquu74_kAhU_HjQIHXrxB5QQBQguKAA&biw=1280&bih=631>
and we spread as leaven might, whither the winds list.
fertile soil production is why some **** happens.
it’s a good thing t' act like you understand.
From a web of interlocking bubbles of being POV.
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 6:04 PM UTC
Please poet don't you mind me,
if I always say the wrong thing,
it seems I've no control,
don't need for you to remind me
of the song that I must sing,
my heart has one desire,
in joyness that it will bring,
bring it... to you,
I have no real intentions,
but I got lotsa lotsa apprehensions,
no good ones and no, no, no bad,
ones...
when I do it hey say they all "wrong",
well it makes me feel soooo so so so,
sad,
on a primrose path as I go on along
I wish we all
could just feel...
g L a D,
an sing the same same song,
Hey an I look very normal,
whatever that means - they say,
replaying my life,
into painful new scenes each an every,
day,
I might wear a bright side smile,
& seem just so happy to you,
I guess I look very young,
"they" say & hey maybe that is true,
so... WhAt???
It's not that hey I'm stupid,
cuz my IQ is pretty high,
an I ain't in love with cupid,
but it maybe part the realist reason,
in my question of how & why,
I hold out my waiting hands,
an lay my head down to cry,
an...
CRy,...
an cRy,
just...
I..,
Hey helpless is how I,
feel,
please forgive me,
please cuz I,
I feel like this is real,
it takes me away,
my mind there to steal,
I'm trying to pull away,
in the layers that I peel,
I always, I have wondered,
why I didn't quite fit in,
I felt that it a curse,
by some nasty hateful jinn,
it feels just like a top,
caught up endless in a spin,
but at least now hey I know,
it's not I'm living here in sin,
seems I'm in this battle,
with the odds that I won't win,
please I don't mean to beg,
but please won't you be a,
friend?
Can I,
yeah me?
Begin ..
Again?
I wonder yeah I wonder if I ever find my way,
home,
or if I'm cursed to walk on,
to walk on,
walk on here all alone,
no matter where I go,
no matter where I ever,
roam ..
.....it haunts me....
it haunts me.....
It taunts me ....
this thing,
An whatever the case may be,
be it fate or maybe even that ol' desTiNy,
understanding my pain
will help me to be free, as they say,
please..just open your eyes,
please can't you just see?
Hey hey... an hey hey,
hey hey,
hey,
hey there,
any way,
which way?
I,
I try and I try,
I wish you,
to just help me...
to... understand,
but somehow soooo elusive,
it just s l i pppp ssss...right..
through... my ..empty....waiting ....
.....hand.
Cherie Nolan © 2016
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 1:17 PM UTC
The best burn I've ever felt
came from a small reflection
tucked away, strong,
removed from temptation.
Share your selection: perception.
Something about this weather makes me sick,
and cuddly. All I want these days is to be alone,
with a body, and nobody, and something to help
me forget a few things: less personal.
Moving around, faster, each by three.
So in love with this moment, I start to catch on fire,
a page full of **** and forget me please.
You tasted better in the morning, I hope I did too.
Contamination through determination.
We're going back in time for the last time,
it's the beginning of moving forward.
What haunts us haunts us only in subconscious,
so we lay on the floor, curl in the kitchen,
inhale: new decisions.
Getting on tracks, hearing about the ones that got loose,
and the ones that go too close
avoiding getting ran over,
running over,
rereading
listening
listening
listening
I can hear you listening in the silence you create:
thank you!
This progress is beating it's way inside
of us, the way we beat into each other.
Um, um um um uhhhh Ah cha rah cha cha cha
I love you,
and I'm not going to say it more
than I feel it
and I feel it, oh honey, it's coming
faster than I do on the weekends.
Sttttrrrreeeeetttcccchhhhhhhhhhhh
rip feathers, wash away the leathers.
Last nights reminder sent me shivering
shocked.
Your voice is changing,
there's more than one
and you can talk about her as much as you want,
'cause I spend most my day doing the same thing's
inside as you do outside, just we do everything at the
same time, so there's no need for questions, because
everything's an answer.
Answering yes.
Yes yes yes yes yes
yes yes yes
y e s
y eeee sssss
ssss
ssssss
eyy yeeuh yes
yesh.
I've always liked the shape of a woman,
long hair pulled back.
It makes sense.
Since when?
“I just woke up and you're already attacking me,
all I want to do is just go to sleep.”
you told me when I write,
and I proved you wrong.
Proved myself wrong.
Wrong is a word said quickly and distorted at the same pace,
it's manifest destiny in the form of emotions in motion.
Wrongwrongwrong
wrungwrungwrung
riiiing riiiing riiing-
don't answer that!
Dec 8, 2011
Dec 8, 2011 at 4:56 PM UTC
Slimy, sneaky, slithering, serpent,
Swaying, spattering, spitting,
Slimy, sneaky, slithering, serpent,
Slithering, slashing, stifling.
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 5:07 PM UTC
(Amber and boyfriend are having dinner at her home. She is in the kitchen.)
BF: "Amber, its starting to rain, do you have an umbrella?"
Amber:" Yes'ssss."(brushing hair off of forehead))
BF: "Where is it?"
Amber: "Outside"(brush-brush)
BF: Why is it outside?"
Amber: "It's not raining in the house!"
BF:(To himself) I'll give her that one.
(if anyone wants to copyright this one-have at it!)
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 5:42 PM UTC
Hot air blowing under the noon sky
beads of sweat trickling vermilion on the frowned brow
Ssss Ssss
exhaustion slipped from raisin lips
Thump Thump
clothes pulsated on a flat river stone.
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 6:26 PM UTC
Sssstranded and ssssuffering
I wassss ssssentenced for your ssssin
Sssseen assss a sssslut by the goddesssss I wassss sssserving
It'ssss ssssad how different my life could have been
Asssssaulted priesssstessss
It wassss not my choicccce
You defiled the ssssanctum of my misssstresssss
You have taken me by forcccce
Posssseidon, be ******
You desssstroyed my life
To world of monssssterssss I wassss ssssent
For not being sssstronger than you in our fight
May 28, 2021
May 28, 2021 at 6:52 PM UTC
Blood at the base of my neck
The taste of mold
Cold, cold, cold surrounds my every cell
My tears freezing as they trickle down my face
I breathe.
My sight sees a sliver of smoke climbing the ladder of air
I dare to shift my gaze
Distant moans, screams, footsteps creeping on the cobblestone
Slowly understanding action is required, I roll over,
Spit a stream of red, secure my undone laces,
And close my eyes to prepare for the pain I heavily anticipated;
First step....."ssss"
Second step....."hhhhaa"
Third step....."hooooo"
Run.
s.q.
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 12:02 AM UTC
You tore out my heart
laying on the ground
Finally I hear it's sound
Pa dum pa dum
I'm obsessed with this sound
_Pa dum pa dum_
_Pa dum_
_Pa dum_
You tore me apart
I'm listing to my heart
All I hear is this sound
Sounds of broken magic
Sounds of something tragic
_Pa dum pa dum ssss_
Obsessed with such beauty
Obsessed with the sweet romance
Obsessed with the brisk October
With the warm summer nights
Waiting in lines
Reaching the destination
Seeing the stars
Falling apart
Falling
Onto my own heart
_Pa dum pa dum_
You tore my heart out
Laying on the ground
I'm obsessed with it's sound
_Pa dum pa dum_
All I hear
All I swear
It's all I hear
It's all I care
About
Your sound
Mini m&Ms
Laying on the playground
Mini M&Ms
Don't usually have a sound
When you see them
I can hear them
_Pa dum pa dum_
We always shared them
_Pa dum pa dum_
We shared many things
Secrets, truths, heartbreak
Laughter love
Adventure
We shared many
Many of these
Can you believe
I could ever let it go
Let this sound go
_Pa dum pa dum_
I can finally hear it again
Thank you my beloved friend
You tore my heart out
The one I thought I lost
With you in the war
Or maybe from before
Now I feel the magic
Of every moment of course
I cherish how it hurts
...hurts
It hurts ....it hurts so
_Pa dum pa dum pa_ DUMPADUMPADUMDDUMDUMDOOOMDOOMDOOM
I cherish it so
Thank you for this pain
I dance in the blood
Of the bleeding of vein
On the ground
I dance
On the ground
To the sound
Of my torn out heart
I relish every part
From finish to start
Repeating
Cycling
through me
Constantly
I dance
I...
Dance
As I paint my face red
With every shade
Every piece of led
You ever fed
Me
I can taste it
I can hear it
The sound
Of the trains
_Pa dum pa dum_
You tore my heart out
On the ground
I am obsessed with the sound
Pa dum pa dum
The sound of trains at night
The sound of laughing and feeling alright
The sound...of inner bliss
And naivety over this
I can hear the sound
Of my heart again
Having it ripped open
I am obsessed with the ****** romance
Of feeling pain
It's better then nothing
So they say
I wish there was another way
To hear
The sound of my heart
Then having it torn apart
Laying on the ground
_Pa dum pa dum_
Watching it bleed out
With every
Time
I
See
Your face
Every
Time
I
See
That place
Every
Pa dum
Pa dum
Time I see the stars
_Pa dum pa dum_
Every
Time
I
Remember
Your
Heart
_Pa dum pa dum_
Every
Time ...
Every
Time
I
..._pa dum pa dum_
Every
Time
I
Wish
We weren't apart
_Pa dum pa dum_
It loses more
Blood
The sound is slowly
Mud
Until I learn to erase
Your disgrace
Until I learn
To face
My obsession
With my lost
Possession
It'll die
And the sound will go
Until then
This is all I know
To hold onto
To feel
You tore out my heart
On the ground
I'm obsessed with the sound
..._pa dum pa dum
Pa...ssssss_
You've won again
_My once beloved friend_
Mar 22, 2023
Mar 22, 2023 at 4:37 AM UTC
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Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 3:24 PM UTC
Oh to owe what isn’t owned; glorifying riches at hand to hold
— not for long. Skeletons, carcases, dust to dust, bones grow cold
as they get old; as the foundations you place your wealth on –
grow hollow once more.
As a man with absolutely nothing, has all the space in the world, to feel
they don’t belong. A man with everything counts up the credits they’re
owed, alas counting up all of the funds, to be counting down their days.
The grounds we walk on are all so slippery- constantly sliding money for
food. Working all of your life; filling up twenty-four hour slots gambling
all that one has at hand, end to end for ends meet.
We cannot hold onto time any longer then we try to hold onto money;
trying to weather through it all - it’s only easier when the weather's fine,
As hard times slip under the door, and the key to it refuses to thaw.
Still the poverty trap has steel jaws that snap, the trap of chasing money
as an escape- rises ourselves as serpents, curved to swallow our own tail.
__Our own tragedy of ssss…success.__
Jul 2, 2024
Jul 2, 2024 at 2:59 PM UTC
Don’t Drop it Don’t!
Melodious music through the window,
Made me to get up to open the door;
Sight at the side – Now music –
Diminishes to me – come in!
Hai! Hai!! Excellent orator,
Well gentle breeze – Mmmm,
From the window – Ssss
I am for that Man!
Sweet talk, dynamic voice,
Majestic move may it twist,
Majority of Human trust,
Will win the game.
Service to nations by United Nation,
Not the only way;
But work for Human World,
Leave out individuality either as Man or Nation.
Vow that each should be,
A candle shine for others
Till last minute – As it
Shoot , name stand in the world.
Flying saucers from pearl planet,
Fulfill their motto,
Time comes the off shoot,
Turn the button of war.
Behold the world of peace!
By great cleverer - pearl
Like world is in the hands,
Of young Don’t drop it Don’t.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 2:58 PM UTC
when i write in english
or remember the fact
that my mother or
father spoke it first,
i tend to stick my tongue
out, and...
look at the
belly-button of greenwich
of the supposed worth
of the world's magnetic
interests...
anyone not speaking
english always speaks
of the english as:
you always think you're
the belly-button
of the world!
well... not after hong kong
you're not...
leeches of america,
americancan-nah;
always with the new york
always with the l.a.
always with las vegas...
**** me!
what's wrong with
the bible belt
and hefty steaks?!
or anchorage?!
that's what the english-speaking
world doesn't understand...
the entire world thinks
of them as the belly-buttons
of the entire human organism...
centre of the world
they say...
pompous internet brats
they say...
am i willing to defend them?
on the principle of
simply speaking their tongue?
no... not really...
there's no infection of
american patriotism
in europe akin to speaking
this tongue...
it's only second...
the english are patriotic
about football,
whim-blee-don...
bleh bleh bleh bleh...
st. george neutral:
it's called being polite to the point
that you'd rather a punch
in the face...
or at least that's
what it feels like...
i have one disneyland in
mind at this point...
ssss-witz-er?-yep-land.
of no mortal, to no immortal's
gain.
they're still minded
as the belly-buttons
of the world...
i swear the roman empire didn't
last,
and the ancient greeks didn't last...
in terms of a subjective angle,
you can almost taste the object
decaying in the study of history...
within the orbit of repeat...
that's how the english
are known in the continental world
of europe:
you always think yourself to be
the belly-button of the world;
watch the panic, when
the centre of attention shifts;
complete political paralysis,
and the ageing queen,
who, if celibate, would have
created a revival...
but now the joke in the family,
or rather the ghost of diana
runs in the family...
that accursed family.
Jul 8, 2017
Jul 8, 2017 at 9:02 PM UTC
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Nov 9, 2022
Nov 9, 2022 at 7:24 PM UTC
I saw Cancer today it wore a yellow shirt. There was blue there too.
Tomorrow I will see Cancer
in a red Christmas shirt. my
years of working there are
what is called
the quiet,
the undercut
Rainbow colors
that wrap around white
lab sheets. Large red
X,’ssss.
for my lovers sorrowing
I sit here waiting for a
ɓlare of recognition.
Cancer wearing also
my mother's laugh.
She was here in Hell
before me.
I need my lover to find
my Breast among the
ashes.
Caroline Shank
10.10.25
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Oct 10, 2025
Oct 10, 2025 at 4:21 PM UTC