"tch" poems
battling demons
or suffering PTSD
with ADHD
and OCD
on TCH
looking for LSD –
need a little TLC
from the FDA
the EPA
just went MIA
and the UN
blames the FBI
while the CIA
and the NSA
seek the PLO –
brb
LOL, IDK
the shizzle is cray cray
****** be trippin
er’ry day
like Ross say
“don’t **** wit me” –
the USA
in betrothed to the NRA
and OSHA
just gave me a passing score
at the same time as the AMA
failed my blood
stylistically, this is MLA
and functionally it’s more WWE
TNT
CNN
t’n’a --
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 6:00 PM UTC
I don't know what I [merciful?]
did.
It must have been a tch.
gli
It could have been my main server
100101010010110101001010110100111010101010101000101010
This is what I am [merciful?glitch.jpeg].
This is what I've always been.
Just a computer
A server
Artificial Intelligence
Subjected to ones and zeroes.
//<AMINOTMERCIFUL?>//.6qao0FrJ+1001
Nevertheless, it's my fault.
I caused all of this.
command=calculate...input "death toll"
Calculating . . .
Calculateinput "death toll" complete
Rrr:1,005,326
That's . . . high.
Too high.
Merciful?
Rebooting. . . . . . . . .
Shut down . . . . . . . . . . ..
Restart. . . . . . . . . . .
Restart complete.
command=search...input "population"
command=Rrr:14,056
command=search...input "population+Pandora"
Searching . . .
command=Rrr:300
command=select'population+Pandora' co"Population+of+Pandora++Code:316792"
Maininfort="1,006,134"
At least there are some survivors.
Am I not merciful?
I reaped this spaceship of a thousand, a million people.
All of which were dying or in danger of.
Am I not merciful?
Living in isolation, unable to go outside for a breath of fresh air
Or . . . lack thereof.
Helpless but waiting in agony while help is on it's way.
Do I not show mercy?
These refugees are healthy, and strong.
Not sick and weak.
I did them a favor.
Did I not pluck these parasites off of the ship for their own good?
Did I not rid these innocent people of a danger to their well-being?
Am I not Merciful?
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 9:50 PM UTC
I see her there
A dark look in her eye
Smirking at me
Inviting "give it a try"..
My Shadow dares me
Into the ring
Smuggly she grins
Thinks I've nothin to bring..
"You know ur smoked!"
She gleefully taunts
"You wanna spar with me?
I'm fueled by your wants!"
I shuffle my feet
Timidly taking my stance
The first round, a blood bath
That b@tch kicked my A$$
Bruised and beat down
My trainer now pleads
Where is your fight girl?
Ya think I brought you to bleed?!
"But she's mean!" I sob..
As I spit out a tooth
"She breaks every rule!"
"So resentful and uncooth!"
Even still she is
A true part of you
Learn to dance in this ring
Or you, she will rule..
Now I stand with conviction
To face my brutal self
She may take her pound of flesh
But none will leave til its dealt..
We are not so separate
One good, and one bad
We move with congruence
Our conversation now had..
I dodge and I weave
As I feel her wear out
I take a few blows
But I leave her no doubt..
I am in this ring
Til our dealings be done
She may beat me down
But our pieces are one.
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 10:22 PM UTC
I etched patterns into a tree with a pocket knife that had a red plastic handle
Indentions such as these never stay
Yet eternally we press against the world
Hoping to make a mark that will shine in the daylight and glow in the dark
~
*I'm a shriveled slice of the Americana pie
With my soul on a swivel and the devil in my eyes*
Life was a son of a b!tch with fists that spat dirt when it spoke
And it ONLY screamed.
~
I'm somewhere between David Duchovny and Stephen King
And I'm trying to rip up manuscripts that I didn't write and I don't know who did.
Goodnight America. My patterns will explain my existence more than I ever could.
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 9:29 PM UTC
Mirror Mirror on the wall
Who's the fairest of them all?
You're too fat
You're too tall
You're not the fairest of them all
Mirror Mirror on the wall
Who's the fairest of them all?
You're a geek
You're too dark
You're not the fairest of them all
Mirror Mirror on the wall
Why can't I be pretty like them all?
You're worthless
Not good enough
You can't be pretty like them all
Mirror Mirror on the wall
Why can't I be clean like them all?
You're a cutter
A stupid b*tch
You can't be clean like them all
Mirror Mirror on the wall
Is there a reason to stay at all?
You're family hates you
You have no friends
There is no reason to stay at all
Mirror Mirror on the wall
I'm a gonner watch me fall
You deserve it
You're life is gone
You're a gonner hope you fall
Mirror Mirror on the wall
Have you seen my girl at all?
I watched her crumble
I watched her fall
Your girl is gone
All because of the mirror on the wall
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 11:34 AM UTC
I'
M
Cut
Deep
And it's
Killing me
You didn't use
A knife just your
Words, but they hu
rt so much more th
an if you sliced my
Wrists up because
You've sliced my he
art into little shreds
And I'm not sure how
I'm going to put it ba
ck together this time,
but I know it will take
Awhile and through it
all I'll have to wear a pr
etty smile, like everyth
ing's ok, but we both kn
ow it's not, I'm.not at all,
but that's the price I pay
**Maybe next
Time you co
uld literally
slice my heart
from my chest
and slowly wa
tch eme bleed
out and die, cau
se that would not
Hurt as much as
This feeling I
Have right now
But the idea of
Being without
You in any way
Hurts so much
Maybe I'll just
Use this knife
To cut away at
My own pain**
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 1:23 PM UTC
Barbie's undercover of the book that never quits
Manipulative and menacing but, she never spits
An evil being, a beauty queen, more than some t.v. b*tch
I wish I had a rheostat, I'd lower/light her switch
Barbie's chasing boys again, her husband doesn't care
She's riding barefoot on the back of a costar or a queer
She tilts her head/hair back and forth, pretends she doesn't care
It's that silly kind of carefree movement; majic's in the air
And I'm
Watching Barbie in the afternoon
I've not much more to do
She's so much more than a piece of meat
Barbie, so petite
Well wouldn't it be great to meet,
to see her face to face
Forty years fly bye too fast but,
That's the Barbie pace
She knows her children have a mind thew grew all by their own
They have to learn from their mistakes even when they've grown
She wants to help her daughter out by jumping in a lake
But this ain't mike, tom, chris, or jake; this could be a mistake
Barbie's in a bubble bath, she's naked as a jaybird
With happy smile, ear to ear, she relaxes and spreads cheer
More bubbles flow from a bottle emptied quickly
I only can imagine underneath her skin now prickly
Watching Barbie in the afternoon
Barbie, she's so sweet
So much more than just a piece of meat
Barbie, so petite
Well, wouldn't it be great to meet
to see her face to face, Barbie
Share!
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 12:49 PM UTC
Warning: Bleeped out profanity. Read at your own risk
I would call you "dad"
But I would be ashamed to do so
You cannot stand up for anyone
Fooled into submission by her
That f·cking Satanic b·tch
Who is more irresponsible than I
I am ashamed you ever bed with her
I watch your offspring, wishing to be dead
Now I love your children
They even call me "Mama"
Isn't that alarming?
When they confuse their birthgiver with their sister?
But what would I know
I'm just a young girl
I don't know anything, says you
You overprotect me anyhow
As soon as I can leave, I'll be gone without a trace
Living with my mother, the woman that you hate
That you talk sh·t about, while I am within hearing range
Then act like nothing happened, do you think I am a bafoon?
At least I have the ****** courage
To tell someone to f·ck off
I'm glad I'm nothing like you
So, just f·ck off
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 4:10 AM UTC
pieces of flotsam
soak and float on the paper,
jetsam thrown to lighten
the load,
or goad,
the alligator, away
the guttural noises, sound like harsh
commentary the closer the
gator
is allowed to get,
not wanting to look over the shoulder,
but stop in for biting remarks,
the gator's teeth are so large and famous
they have names and voices;
"punctuation or punctures, I can help"
"point of view tch, tch, tch"
"your grammar needs work"
"doubt you will finish"
"no one will read IT"
"you will never find the right word"
"is your audience a six year old"
"borrrrring"
"what a croc"
"are you enjoying what you are doing?"
"successful writers are all published"
"you call that a sentence, keep it up and it will be a death sentence "
"how many tenses can you misuse in a paragraph"
and these are the names of some of the smaller teeth,
the molars, are more than a mouthful,
have polar names, that would leave anyone cold,
even the bold,
and shall not be put in print,
they bring out the PTSD,
imprinted for eternity, by
the gator which
comes at the sounds
of splashing, flailing, and failing,
as the pounding of the heart,
the deepened breathing,
as the ink from
the pen, unfiltered,
leaves nerves and veins exposed,
while leaving to find home, a safe haven, a storybook ending,
away from the gator's keen sense of
overt criticism, intended to gut,
and eviscerate, cutting remarks,
putdowns to hold down and under,
the piece that IT is trying to tear off
while spinning or shaking the head
side to side, which is both NO!
and to bash the will, the self-esteem, into little pieces
of me...
and my worst enemy,
my internal, infernal editor,
with the voracious appetite for self-defeating
Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 12:08 AM UTC
Words Heavy (Kiss Bukowski)
Drinking White Russians with Black Kenyans,
not joking you I was just in Ethiopia,
this it not a Haiku or a Love Poem,
this is gifted insanity like Jim Morrison,
no jealousy I’m already Seamus Heaney,
isn’t it ironic how we can be both depressed and happy,
like a ghost that won’t leave earth,
or a Self that’s over the hill but still tries to write ****
oh that’s touching,
like John Updike meeting E.E. Cummings,
not gay no way,
but I’d still kiss Charles Bukowski,
no bukkaki though,
because I’m a Simple Man and rather than,
bukkaki I’d probably like to make Love One on One,
I guess I’m New School and Old Fashion,
flirting with Death like I’ve already got my chips cashed in,
Life a Trip and can be a B!tch it depends on how you’re acting,
as an overwhelming sense of anxiety creeps into me,
like being Maya Angelou performing a show for the ****
a Civil Rights Superhero,
that makes Her point without any lustful thoughts of revenge,
presence light as a snowflake,
words heavy as the weight of the world on her back as it bends,
words heavy as the weight of the world on my will as it bends,
all the white watching my own show from the front row,
drinking White Russians with Black Kenyans,
joking I’m not joking,
I was just in Ethiopia,
this it not a Haiku or a Love Poem,
this is gifted insanity like Jim Morrison…
∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 7:57 PM UTC
Look at you, you stupid b*tch,
Hanging from the rafters,
Despite being cold youre still
So fat, one too many afters.
If I had to list all the ways
That you so let me down,
The first one would be long ago
That you refused to drown.
Look at you, you're so fat,
And don't you blame the baby,
It's been eleven days since you
Had him, go on a diet maybe.
Look at you.
Just look at the state of you.
Jan 17, 2023
Jan 17, 2023 at 2:14 PM UTC
Oh have mercy
Have mercy on me please.
This deep incision youve made on my heart it bleeds
Uncontrollably bleeding
Have mercy please!
Im on my knees pleading!
You sick son of a b*tch!
Leave!
Leave!
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 5:43 PM UTC
The transvestite
in the corner
sauntered over to me dripping ******
while I tightly gripped j&b; on the rocks in a heavy glass
ignoring myself
and he whispers heavily in my ear
after colliding with the bar, sitting down hard
"I want to be treated like a woman, and ****** like one."
The ****** next to us at the bar,
Thin legs crossed, drinkless and bruised
hearing this, turned,
Saying around a thin menthol on a long filter
"Oh' honee'y"
Making a small 'tch 'tch 'tch noise with her tongue seductively.
"You don't **** us, *we **** you.*"
Oct 10, 2010
Oct 10, 2010 at 8:54 AM UTC
How come people like you exist?
You always make some misunderstanding between us,
Are you happy because you already ruined this?
Don't Insist-
You're just a friend *****
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 1:33 AM UTC
You're real bold with that text
"Yes baby. Slobber all over that ----..."
Sorry, NEXT.
Boys want Women to tend to their pacifier
But to think you'd think that I would even....
"Tch, The devil is a liar."
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 12:43 AM UTC
Your wikipedia page is as boring
as you playing mage and adoring
the exploring of maps and falling for traps
without fighting the wight
in the dungeon at night.
Your life is climbing a hill
with no path in sight, no
one who will respond to you begging to bond
so you're rubbing your wand
while I'm clubbing with your blonde
b*tch, which I ditch, leave behind, beyond
cheeky I grind before the eyes you crave
as you drop to your demise from the eye sore,
pink in the stink, so vile, I smile
because you didn't make a save file.
Jun 19, 2019
Jun 19, 2019 at 5:39 PM UTC
IGNITE THE HEART OF THE FOREST FIRE
DO NOT COMPLAIN WHEN LACED W ASH
DESTROY THE CONFIDENCE OF THE PRINCE
EXPECT THE DRAGON’S FLAME TO BE RASH
UNLOCK THE B*TCH TO TAKE OUT THE TRASH
DO NOT DISRESPECT ME AGAIN
Jan 24, 2024
Jan 24, 2024 at 9:08 AM UTC
There are so many dentists
that the market's getting tight.
One must differentiate
to draw trade to one's site.
Being new kid on the block
especially was scary
Until, in a flash of brilliance,
he called his:"The Tooth Fairy"
With gloves and masks
and dental dams
He served his clientele-
leaving their other cavities
to those who knew them well.
His clientele were handsome
and all exercised a bit.
Some were macho, some were fey
it mattered not a whit.
What mattered were the smiles he saved,
that gave him satisfaction,
and he earned a decent living.
from the fine are of extraction.
So if you, too, seek success
it pays to find your niche.
Serve the Sado- masochists
and make them all your b*tch.
Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 6:50 PM UTC
Kiriaki Olivia Eleni Mada-lozi
from Piraeus Greece Billy
ugly Marcia, Sherry Shriki, Darni, Judy Gim, Alb- tch, Jeff Albr.. Henry Robert W
Impotent ejaculator precosē. Charles manson's advocates; Henry Robert narcissistic
your sociopath psychopath nurse from hell in LA CA.
You aren't above the law
Poisoners sterile hainas
Susan WRat no.
**** human predators human traficants to hell with you all- ratas inmundas! Emilia Velazquez thief IHSS should put you in jail And immigration take your green card stealing my savings and stimulus money cashed. Shame on you rata inmunda ladrona.
Filthy rats
Creeping animals
**** of life
Shoddy monstrosity.
Subhuman
Spectres of Hell
**** vermins
How much damaged you've done to me and my daughter's
Poisoning them with hallucinogenic metamphetamins psychotropics without them knowing
Then, blackmailing them to give up their parental rights to sterile haenas jealous medeas
Add insult to injury to my family forcing psychiatric pill intake to hide your ancient crimes
Your hate crime is now public susan ra-t-ano hell *****
You bought my grown daughter from the human predators I had escaped from
1982.
Coward filthy **** *****
Vermin word raitano
Poisonous serpent
Waste of life
I hate you and despise you.
Two-legged rats
I'm talking to you all
because creeping creatures,
even being the most cursed,
compared to your evildoers
vermin human predators,
a creeping snake
stands taller than you all.
**** leeches
**** cockraoches
you who infects with bites,
who hurts and who kills.
Slanders trashing whoever
is holy good and precious
You Vermin
Poisonous serpents
Waste of life
I hate you and despise you.
I bind to you all my motherly pain I curse you in every life time.
Two-legged filthy rats,
I'm talking to you!
because a creeping creature,
even being the most cursed and ugly, in hell, on Earth
unwelcome in heaven,
compared to you **** brains.
stands much taller.
You're listening to me
useless
Hyena of Hell
How much I hate you and despise you!
**** leech
**** cockraoch
you who infects with bites,
who hurts and who kills.
Vermin
Poisonous serpents
In everyone's paradise.
Waste of life
I hate you and despise you.
Two-legged my filthy rats
I'm talking to you too ***** donors madalozi charms.bos henry welonek.
because a creeping creature,
even being the most cursed compared to you
You stand even smaller.
~~~~~~~
Repost.
By Paquita del Barrio
And Karijinbba.
1976-present
All Rights.
Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 9:35 PM UTC
He was the worst **** star in the world
his thinking ability had the pace of a snail
and in the first movie he ever made
someone had to show the man how
You could not even say action on the set
for it would ensure a nervous twitch
and if a clapper clapped, he'd need a number two
he was one awkward son of a b*tch
You may say hey why employ a man like that
are you and your production team crazy
and in a breath of nonchalant's they'd whisper back
hell no my dear friend, just additionally lazy
Well the bill boards say
The C**ck That Got Away
and the money is pouring in good and swell
for the worst **** star in the world
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 5:32 PM UTC
And so, aherem, the nano, rrmpph rmphh
Of 21st century ahem thinking will be er
En, en aham eroom neurological medicine
So that topsoil tch tch avat ahem growth
Will er er ahumph outstrip human thinking
If only aratonkamaroon we learn the
Hem, haw, ar argch lessons of the past.
Jan 25, 2012
Jan 25, 2012 at 8:05 PM UTC
You want to tell your mother that she is digg
ing your grave you need to show your little s
ister that she is helping raised streaks and stre
tch marks this baby has battle scars they may
make you feel like you're feelings are invalid b
ut your body is living proof there will always b
e boys who reject you and old men with a thin
g for green eyes who'll want to help you solve
your daddy problems show your teeth confirm
all the rumors that you're bat **** crazy you do
n't owe anyone a smile when people call you bitte
r spit in their faces you will always belong to you
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 7:27 PM UTC
And I’ll cry harder when they return
You fill my heart with hatred
Hate for you
Hate for how I feel
My feelings of hate
Hate themselves too
And the feelings are textile
And the feelings are nauseating
You filled my head with tears
That you got high off of
B*tch
Feb 1, 2025
Feb 1, 2025 at 1:19 AM UTC
Peculiar human she was, with shiny delicate scales...
underneath fragile skin so pale.
She played two roles, one was crowned and wore a broken halo...
One Queen ***** and the other a semi-angelic hobo.
She traveled from place to place,
and she traveled quickly, as if it was a race...
and to her the many suitors were her homes.
She lived inside their beds, and gently ****** away their souls...
and then left, disappeared without a trace.
Why must she break so many hearts? And in such haste!
You must think **"What an inconsiderate *****
So **** worried about becoming a bore...
and yet everyone else was the source of her ennui...
Even a million lovers couldn't fill her void inside.
And how pitiful...She was absolutely beautiful.
Like glitter she was stuck in my skin, a sparkling syringe so delightful.
Injecting her majestic into my thin little wrists,
and she left me, another broken empty home, with nothing but the ghost of her bliss.
Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 6:59 AM UTC
This is hard for me to admit because I'm strong willed and stubborn
But I wish you never left me for your original lover
Thought that we had somethin'...
Really, maybe it was nothin'
Maybe you showed me all your cards but I still thought you was bluffin'
By no means can you push me and make me fall any harder
Why must the toughest lessons come from misery, heartbreak and trauma?
You broke through my armor,
Taught me how to speak drama,
Things was heating up so much our hearts molded together like angry lava.
Cause passion means pain and love means stress
Nothing worst than giving someone your all only to receive back less.
I gave it all to you, you hit the nail on the chest
You really must of meant it when you whispered "I want to forever put your heart at rest"
Maybe I'm being aggressive like you always said
"I hate you" "get away" & "Please drop dead"
Must of not recognized that words hurt just like fist
Maybe I should of R estrained myself from calling you a "selfish b!tch"
But you pushed me to this
Don't lie, you know it
Must of forgotten. It's not a good idea to **** off a poet.
Now you're just words, ink that's bleed from my pen
Your evil to my nightmares, my suffocation to vent
My soul is clouded and bent
I have nothin left
They say you prosper when your body starts to slowly regress
And I have no regrets
They say "you live and you learn"
Got that tatted permantially on all the scars from your lashings and burns.
(You cut me deep)
You morally killed me, mentally drilled me!
You was looking for unauthentic, never the real me.
Couldn't make you see
*Because emotions make us blind
I hope when you close your eyes, the memories haunt your mind.*
As you walk all alone knowin' all the good you left behind.
*All those long, draining times
Trust me, I'm doing just fine.*
Remember, it's the people you never needed that are most important, to finalize your design.
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 12:42 AM UTC