"sux" poems
i hate road rage in canberra because
i hate road rage in canberra because
mostly the road rager is at fault
i hate road rage in canberra because
because my mum was just turning and some dim wit sticks his finger up, how rude
i hate road rage in canberra because
it ****** me off immensely
road rage road rage i hate road rage
cause the road rage person doesn’t know what they are talking about
it’s not just road rage, ya see ya see, it’s everywhere
you say something or do something
and someone sticks their finger up at you
like a good little **** would actually do
road ragw road rage road rage sux
the only rage i like is partying late at night
you see i am a middle aged rager
i rage all day long but when it comes to road rage, na, not for me
i party better than any of these road rage people
the road ragers are just a pack of old stick in the muds
they think they are cool, sticking their fingers up
but in hindsight, they no nothing
you see i hear the loud hey, but that is from people who like road rage
which i ain’t, what is wrong with hating road rage
that is why i don’t drive, i am a kid and the road ragers are old fogie men or women
i have road rage in canberra because, nobody wins, it’s all just a waste of time
i am glad i don’t drive, i am a cool kid mate
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 10:25 PM UTC
this party sux.
the boy who invited me was my first boyfriend
in ninth grade and i still want to make-out on his parents water bed.
i shuffle out into the cold air, carbon-dioxide puffs visible as i exhale.
i make my way to the apartment complex where i used to *** cigarettes from Jeff
- floor 3, room 57, shaggy, enjoys Jose Gonzalez tunage.
laying on my favorite bench,
with my hair falling over the sides to the sidewalk covered in gum
that now looks as black as the cement roads,
i take a visual photograph
~ aesthetical phenomenon.
i save this stargaze.jpg into my file entitled,
‘show me something memorable when i get Aspergers’.
inside i hear shrill cheering and glasses clinking. it must be midnight, already.
a tingle of relief runs down my spine. i’d rather spend my first few minutes of the New Year focused on the one thing i put above most.
the universe and i have developed
interpersonal secrets, theories, stories, feelings, et cetera.
he knows everything about me. i know nothing of him.
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 8:37 PM UTC
The stars have talked to me........and said that you and I were meant to be
The sun has been shining on me more ever since the moon has shifted.....and I know it's because our love has been gifted
Time has been letting me down......but for some reason I have been able to turn around this frown
This alignment of these stars.......has made me beleive we can erase all these scars
When the sun goes down and the sky grows dark I will follow the light......because the moon and the stars will guide my way for they shine so bright
Time is just a number so I will not let it get me sad......even though being away from her sux so bad
So as I sit here and think of her....I know inside that in just a few some beautiful things will occur
Right now I will send her my love....and let her know that our love was created by the lord above
She is my shining star........and I will be where ever you are
I will watch over you.......until our love is joined together....and this time it will be forever.
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 8:43 PM UTC
I've been trying to be good.
Doing what I should.
Assessing the patients,
Listening to the cadence.
Typing up the charts,
Listening to the hearts.
Filing up the papers,
Avoiding potential capers.
Not running my mouth,
Or fleeing to the south.
And yet, here I am again,
Called in, actions to defend.
Don't they know,
It's how I run my show.
Patients always come first,
I'd just as soon the paper be cursed.
But, there's the crux,
Bottomline money always sux.
Now, for daring to care,
My sins I must bare.
Will I be fired, retired,
Or just jaded to the point of uninspired.
** Possible followup, pending results, of meeting with boss.
Dec 2, 2010
Dec 2, 2010 at 1:23 AM UTC
I've been fairly great, comfortable. I've been thinking of this as just another day for weeks. But it's here. Being a alone is no fun. I went to my brothers. Lots of people there. Even had I known them, I'd still feel alone. I have this place in my mind that rationalizes the excuses I've heard and even given myself. Everyone is justified. The excuses, I had every reason; all others as equal. But it doesn't pour into the emptiness. It doesn't patch the holes; the gaps that keep everyone who has held our heart, now cold; a little glow hiding deep that we can't extinguish or lose ourselves, our sanity, our control if we ever took that one step that'd warm us enough to restart a fire that we know would burn our soul, not sure in which way. I'd die; I'd finally live. Idk. I've no idea. Can't truly give anything a chance, certainly not a second or more times. Not sure I mean someone, though Carly crosses my mind. But you, the better, and then the rest that poured a cup or two in this gallon hole. I miss you all. I miss you. I miss not fake smiling, inwardly fighting crying all the time. Which way care and love, dreaming of the same, we all ****** up. ***** too much to know we have anything of value, narcissistic just the same. Negatives we'd love if we knew the why. There part of the very essence of, hidden, the very reason we love. Do they answer a question we have asked for years about who we are? But the vision not clear enough; frustrations abound, expanding the expanse, "it's their fault, my fault, doesn't matter...loneliness just ******* sux."
I miss....
Not that it matters; just another day.
I'll be just fine tomorrow
Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 8:39 PM UTC
Dizzy luvs Lauren
woz ere 2001
This is a pile of –
Who sits here?
me
Chaz 4ever
woz ere 2002
English sux
Love you too babe
“I’m pretty sure this isn’t the function of a table.”
(A found poem using the graffiti found on an exam table)
Aug 20, 2010
Aug 20, 2010 at 2:24 PM UTC
I WANNA SAY SORRY AHEAD OF TIME FOR THIS POORLY WRITTEN POEM. Lol
Hey steph wats up
I was gonna jot something down that would make u tear.
But i dicided to spare you, but let me make one thing clear.
since ur moving away and trust me that sux.
im gonna make u feel sad cuz I GIVES NO *** (lol)
Big deal ur moving its not like i care.
But some things ill miss are ur eyes and that STARE.
Ur smile is ok, i guess thats cool too.
And THAT *** OH! THAT *** girl wat that *** do?. ****
GOOGZ!
YOUR FACE, I LIKE THAT ****
Your as cool as they come steph, what else do i say
I wish for you all the best, EVERYDAY!!!!!
Keep urself focused on what u wanna do
I know ull help alot of people problems even the KOOKOOS!
"I admire the strength u have and the courage u have shown"
"In facing all your hardships and troubles that youve known"
I stole that one.
Love ya googz its not goodbye cuz goodbye insinuates "forgetting"
Its SEE YOU LATER. XOXOXO MUAH
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 4:22 PM UTC
There has to be more to life
than trying to afford a life.
In constant despair
from status control,
my money shouldn't define
whether I do time
or eat tonight...
or see some grass
on the other side of the world.
I want to be happy,
so why do I find it so unattainable?
Next thing I know,
I'm telling people I'm depressed.
I say the word so much,
I begin to identify, as a crutch.
Excuses come flooding,
then I start running
and getting high on drugs.
Antidepressants
from a doctor who knows no other way.
I can't be mad, though.
I'm the same,
except all I know is pain.
Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 8:10 PM UTC
I hate this,
this hate I feel.
Is it simply imagined or is it really real?
It didnt set out to be this way, this thing inside where I hold no say.
This cant be how I feel, so I know this isnt ******* real.
It was fine till it got broken, now I cant fix this treasured token.
Doesnt matter what I do, and no this sadness is not from you.
It started before all of that, now the pain becomes a bat.
Crashing hard across my skull, all the feeling void and null.
Wake up screaming in the night, memories dreamed a dreadful fright.
Thankfully a slight reprieve, nothing doing I didnt leave.
Now however here I am, someone I hope will give a ****
Something inside I want pushed out, I hardly know who I scream about.
I cant undo what has been done, but **** you anyway oh the fun.
I hate this,
this hate I feel.
Is it imagined or is it real.
I didnt put it there so I need to put it out
I hate this,
this hate I feel. THIS ******* SUX, IT CANT BE REAL!!!
Oct 27, 2010
Oct 27, 2010 at 3:51 AM UTC
I've had a bad day
like that gay song announces
every time it plays
and the words have never cut into my soul
like today-
the knives breaking every last bit
of flesh I've ever birthed
how do you stray from these bad days?
sing a sad song
just to turn it around?
evidently-
it wont work
sad songs bring me down
sometimes I'm okay with that.
but not today
not today am I okay with the fact
that my life completely and utterly
SUX!
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 9:04 AM UTC
Life is purgatory
We spend it trying to mend the broken pieces
Of ourselves, crying out at God to save us
We spend it pretending we aren’t climbing
A social ladder made of trees we cut down
Trying to climb faster than the disaster which
Comes after our footsteps
We chase death through the pinholes of our
Name brand shoes and the shadows on our
Streets lined with empty bottles as hollow as
Our apologies.
Life is conformity disguised by disorderly conduct
It is filled with dishonesty, poverty, while we
Fret over the likes we get on Facebook
We took what looked easiest and flew our
Sorrows into tomorrow while following the man
Who leads us. We breathe easier and our
Heart beats more evenly when the blame is not our own.
There is a pecking order and we cut each other’s
Limbs off to reach the top and receive the glory
In each of our stories we are fighting “boring” by
Chasing our stormy desires
Death will be better, simpler, easier
A release from the beast we call society.
The sound of our trudging feet will cease and
We will be at peace waiting to meet our creator
Our back bones are ashes of laughter and rainforests
We made into furniture.
The only escape from this
World of **** and grime
And crime and time is lying down
And dying.
This is the great mystery of
Life flying high like a kite
And lighting up in flames by
One of our nuclear missiles
Why do we have nuclear power
When we have the human race
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 3:30 PM UTC
Tears in a shot glass
fix Nobody can see that
I'm self destructing,
and the erupting is interrupting
My functioning junction
between Ration and action
And ur participation
is more than a fraction
as ur playin games
but We said we hate the way
games are played cuz being played sux
but one of us still plays
and I ain't sayin names
but they are impervious to chjnge
So tears rain on your train of thought
while I'm takin planes
So our loves suicidal
and the razors breakin veins
Putting us both through heartaches
of pain that stains the brain
We gotta break the chain
so maybe its best for goodbye to estrange
cuz the mental damage is hurting to the point
it makes a **** look tame
is it time to erase the strain?
And replace ur name
And chase a new face in place
inducing hate or go insane
Cuz we use to save our tears
inside a shot glasses
but as time has passed
These days it needs
to be replaced For an extra large wine glass
I need more than just a fine ***
I need a girl who isn't creatively disruptive,
That's why I cut u off And need to talk ......
now ur girl interrupted
U know wut???!!! just *** it!!
I can't take it no more
So I don't care if u leave or stay
And I don't care
if u use the door
Or the window on the second floor
I will no longer second the war
I will no longer accept the horror
i will not fight for a second more ...
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 12:35 PM UTC
Sit.
Sit with me.
I do not want to talk.
Just, sit.
Everything's ******
Everyone sux.
I too am fluent,
In silence.
See you tomorrow,
In reality or memory,
It doesn't really matter,
I'll still be here.
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 4:46 AM UTC
HEYY!
im not a lazy no-good;
in fact quite the flipping opposite!
so why do i have to have a "JOB"?!
i loved the solar medicine,
it did me in discipline of the arts;
but now i ask ye
council of Goddesses--
WHY DO I HAVE TO HAVE A JOB?
why is it such that my existence,
my daily art
and my daily samu
are Insufficient?
why do i need to slave
to simply expand on my anti-library,
my poisons, and my exploration supplies?
AND
another thing!
why wasnt i told earlier
to dedicate an hour weekly to self-pity?!
anyways
thats about
all i can
complain about! Big Love!
Apr 11, 2025
Apr 11, 2025 at 3:10 AM UTC
at times I lust at Bukowski's rambling,
others, I see him as a drunk got lucky
Stammering
lost his feelings of poorness
and suffering when he made it big.
I promise to always be
a fine cultured nice laughing
drunk poet whatever what.
Never to put down poetry readings
like I am some God or better
than anyone.
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 9:49 PM UTC