"uck" poems
(L)ick my muse
(E)at it all
(T)ry not to let a drop fall
**** my juice, **** it all
(M)oan and scream
(I)t's all i need
(S)ubmissive is what you'll be
(B)e patient your time will come
****** games are to be done
******** is my only way
(A)fter that it's your turn to play
(V)iolently, softly? it's up to you
(E)nding the night exploding on you
Words Of Harfouchism
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 4:11 PM UTC
Maybe I should even try to both be
the sooner you'll get rid of feedback because they're all
Sometimes I should sing most when my state of mind
Not in a set of cards with yoga pose instructions I'm currently going
I'm tired and beautiful and cute
I'm tired and bored out
...
Oh yeah I need all
People are somewhat murky and shallow in order to show you
WHY DO something
I'm tired of *being a ****** person.*
...
It's really don't wanna impose anything.... But anybody want
...
I'm tired and conflicted.
Ugh I've been wondering about for ice cream to attempt to message certain people
Uck. It say
...
I really don't know
never thought I'd hate for the person
Sometimes I feel and smell of things to do
That's not an ice is weighing me
It's really painful most of the base of personal information about me, or going
...
But eating shrimp feels weirdly like
...
No, everything is predestined to die from embarrassment and/or maybe guilt. But it's just like
That magical feminist is running the only have you
You have a finger at getting people
...
My staircase is bizarrely comfortable to everything ever
Aluk op oal ilcä aäcij ulrü cujy ulsu wäsyn cujy rincy cyykky cujy ürsäüpyu ipuincy kurky jü siij urir cu lina uij rüyl opam suasäcij kyäc kuläypincy di.
That magical feminist is the stuff
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 1:41 AM UTC
Patience is what we know
Smiles kept in a jar on the window sill
I miss you's sent out into space
Luck, lust, longing and love
Ocean water is our distance
Voids filled with promised letters
Emptiness that makes the heart go numb
Yellowed photographs hang on the wall
Observing the life that is living in front of them
Unnoted
Dec 29, 2011
Dec 29, 2011 at 1:28 AM UTC
1.
Some
Days
Can
Just
ssssssssssssss
ttttttttttt
rrrr
e
tttt
cccccccc
hhhhhhhhhhh
So......
Into milleniac
C h a s m s....
2.
****
S T, 09 April 2013
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 5:11 PM UTC
You told me once that you've never loved
anyone like you love me. You also told me
that you woud love me forever and never
(ever) leave my life. That you were here
to stay. You
said I looked
like an angel,
like an Arabian princess,
Angelina Jolie-esque and
simply eatable. Your love
for me showed all over
this perfect
face of yours,
you know...
And though
my poor eyes,
heart, and
hands belie-
ved every eve-
ry lie, every
fucking *****
lie, I know
better now. UCK YOU
Nov 22, 2010
Nov 22, 2010 at 5:58 AM UTC
It's the matrix ****
the primer luck,
in deeper Muck,
around a curved duck,
all for a radiant Buck,
in demon stuck,
paying mechanized ****
to voice a roast Chuck,
mixed with raisins. Yuck!
Everything has an UCK except...
dried darkness.
It's the primer ****
the deeper luck,
in a curved Muck,
around for a radiant duck
all demon Buck,
in mechanized stuck,
paying a roast ****
to voice with Chuck,
mixed everything has Yuck.
It's the primer, a curved demon paying to roast dried darkness.
In deeper, around radiant mechanized UCK, we find the exception.
It's the matrix, in deeper all for a radiant, paying mechanized dried raisin.
Yuck! uck...
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 6:42 PM UTC
i am...
A-bstractly addicted to absolute abuse
B-y basketcase boys with nothing better to be
C-autious when I caught chaos
D-riving me delutional day by day
E-ven when everyone echoed into my ear
**** this familiar fatal feeling
G-oing after guilty guys
H-ardly having healthy habits
I-njuring my inner innocence
J-ustifying jaded *********
K-indly killing all
L-ackluster lovers so they dont
M-ention me making mistakes
N-ever not nervous
O-ver obsolete oblivion
P-inky promising people to stay
Q-uietly questioning my
R-eason to resolve all emoitions ripping right from my
S-tomach snaking their way to satisfaction
T-hrough tounges I never even wanted to taste
U-nable to grasp unhappiness
V-isiously turning up the volume
W-aiting for any kind of wasted warmth
X-eric eyes
Y-et again teary
Z-oning through endless time
until i'm right back where i started...
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 2:10 AM UTC
fix me
FIX ME
F (uck me)
I (want you back)
X (is not the word I want to be described with)
M (ine, you were mine and now who are you)
E (vol; maybe if I spell it backwards I can rewind the clock)
fix me
FIX ME
**** YOU
**** ME
FIX ME (it's not your fault I'm broken, it's just that you had
almost made me alright
and now you
crushed me)
fiX Me
i just need to function again
please
please
please
fix me
before I break
every promise
and inscribe
your name on my skin
in red lines
**** you
**** me
fix me
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 5:39 AM UTC
I’m going downhill fast (3)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I’m going downhill fast
My stomach it is grumbling
I’m going downhill fast
No food all day is frightening
I’m going downhill fast
My insulin levels are rising
I’m going downhill fast
I reckon my poor kidneys failing
I’m going downhill fast
I’m going downhill fast
Wish I could find a cafe
I’m going downhill fast
My tank is low on diesel
I’m going downhill fast
Oh Christ is that a cop car?
I’m going downhill fast
Just don’t think I am speeding.
I’m going downhill fast
I’m going downhill fast
Went wide on that last bend.
I’m going downhill fast
Only nearly off my head and
I’m going downhill fast
Oh and *uck knows where I’m heading
I’m going downhill fast
Sorry . Should not give way to swearing
I’m going downhill fast
I’m going downhill fast
Nothing but a hot dog stand now
I’m going downhill fast
Do I dare to stop now with a cop upon my tail?
I’m going downhill fast
I will stop an see I must chance my arm
I’m going downhill fast
Doubt he will see my busted tail light.
I’m going downhill fast
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Written by Philip.3 rd November 2018.
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 8:20 AM UTC
There once was a man from Uck-A-Duck,
Who found out a way to play his luck.
With his pet duck he would oysters shuck,
And hide bills, ***** and playful stuff.
Along street-vender's who don't give *****
Stop by his shells and play your luck.
No matter you have money or any bills,
You'll play along with the ducking thrills.
If you win or lose suppress your chills,
You'll be another one of these oyster kills!
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC
.
AAUGH!!!
G oo d g r,ief
I c a n't stan d
it. I just c an't
stand it. Y uck!
I've bbeen kissed
by a dog! I have
dog germs! I love
mankind, i t's
people I can't
stand. Happiness
is a warm ****
You blockhead !
In the book of life, the answers
aren't in the back. N othing takes the
taste out of pe a n u t b u t ter
quite like unrequited love
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 3:31 PM UTC
One more ******
Just push
And maybe I'll feel
Just a little budge.
No...no give
Just take. No time
To heal.
There is time
When I think
The time is lost in
Thought.
A clock who's
Concern is not
To tick but tock.
Daydreaming about
What makes us tick
Makes him lose track.
Instead he just sits,
Wondering if he'll ever
Be wound back.
Here I'm just sitting and
Waiting. A clock
That won't tick,
Won't tok
And can't be walked
Can still be
Right
Twice a day.
How can
I ever know
When the time is
Right?
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 11:29 PM UTC
Images ran wild, they boiled the water,
Like a train running off the track
They trickled down, metaphors poured out
The world, million voices, reverberated
Buzz-buzz-buzz, inside my head.
I was alone in that room
With panic attacks, lust and voices-
That slipped in through my half-window.
I broke the mirror, the brutal paparazzo
Who printed pictures of my many facades
I looked at him and grinned,
Clink-clink-clink they smiled once-
Dancing with wine glasses and alcoholics.
I walked, walked fast and twirled-
Like a tornado inside my cube
People spoke outside-life tales, notebooks,
Their late night phone calls and fine men.
The world didn’t bother to open the door,
Tick-tock tick-tock tick-tock the clock yawned.
I sat on the floor and opened my pen,
It vomited blue letters on the yellow paper-
The customary dilemmas, past and blunders
But something was new, a story.
I looked for The English Patient, the nurse
And his burnt skin I misplaced
They did not appear, I lost hope.
Gur-Gur-Gur, I snorted like a mad cat
Misdirected to an old jute sack.
I climbed up to my bed, hid under the rotten-
Blanket and closed my eyes, the images ran,
Ran away from me, climbed the hardwood staircase
And fell down, I broke my knee.
I opened the books- USSR, Pasha, Buddhism,
Laughed loud like an unbalanced bloke,
Tore them apart into pieces and pieces,
Hush-Hush-Hush, my yellow monkey warned
And I played with him “hush-hush-hush”.
I sat next to my half-window
The pseudo city, dozy walls and the distressed-
Street light. Out of track.
Images flashed again- chewing gums, pink house,
The anonymous Christmas gift, malnutrition
And the hibiscus my mother planted,
“Incey Wincey Spider- Incey Wincey Spider”
I sang all day looping around a pole.
I sneaked down to the floor and dreamt
Eyes wide open, a black and white old film.
There was no exile, no god and his sins
No wafers and secret lessons upstairs.
Only the sea, popomatic, DD evenings
Cassettes and a rocking bamboo chair
Aw uck- aw uck- aw- uck , the seagulls squawked,
I slept.
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 10:55 AM UTC
¿what¿ is it
you want. from. me¿
peel >back >my >sk _ in
sw _ im in my ma _ rr _ ow
pl uck my pr ide from your p ocket
maybe i can get ^ up ^ off ^ my
knees; _ pl ease
therearen'tmanybitsleft
"of "" me""
a \ghost \of \who \i / used / to /be
your lips brought [an early]
''":death:": '' to me
these eyes/these eyes
so | blindly | see
yet,...here i stay
}}camped}
.at. your. feet.
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 10:20 PM UTC
P lease
R emove
A ny
Y uck
*Hope for healing.
Encourage those around you.
Pray, and let God...*
@desire.is.dope
20190325
1352HRS
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 2:30 PM UTC
I know that for sure.
Shall those moments not repeat,
Tilling the land of youth for maturity,
Irrigating the seeds with my love,
Lowered my voice in tensed times,
Lost in your dreams my mornings be.
Lost in these dreams,
Of your plain youth,
Violent violet hues pull,
Encumbering memories.
Yeoman of youth I had been,
Ousting the blues away from
Underneath the carpet of lies.
Bringing up the zombies of stale issues,
Until all of my sanity just vanished,
Trounced & trampled upon my heart.
In this digital ink my heart bled.
Wuthering away my own youth,
In return of momentary pleasures,
Loving yourself via me you were,
Luck has never been kind to me.
Awake I am in your memories,
Loving all the dreams I get,
Wherein I only see you,
Away from the world,
You actually live in,
So prone to negativity.
Righting your wrong I was,
Enchanted by your youth,
Mine was nothing ever,
All was just yours,
In the night too,
Not just in the day.
Lightheaded I always am,
Onto the ground I might fall,
Not poised to die in the deluge,
Ever I will be made to suffer,
Losing next battle of life,
Years are limited for me.
Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 6:37 AM UTC
if you're've been the aching
the
occasionally slender
drawl mouth
of
p
e
r
h
a
p
s :
've you become
my hands
beneath
the
ta
b
l
e in
a tired
cafe´
(t
uck
ed in
to the s
e
a,
"sunlighttreesyourhandsandgodbetweenitallyourhips"
.
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 3:37 PM UTC
**** you germs
**** you viruses
**** you bacteria
You are not the main projects
Of the creator sorry to say
But I ******* hate you
Though you make good reading material
Still I say proudly
**** you germs
**** you viruses
**** you bacteria
As I will clean not just for money
I clean to give you a up yours
You little thinks
Are just thoughts
As I am coming for you every
Wednesday
Your existence is unacceptable
But your beauty is acceptable
That I still have to say
**** you germs
**** you viruses
**** you bacteria
As I hated you for the longest of
Times and times again
This is my angry song
This is I cannot give blood song
But **** I am still living
You comb mfers
Can't destroy me
So I say in anger
As I spray in your face
**** you germs
**** you viruses
**** you bacteria
**** you germs
**** you viruses
**** you bacteria
As I despies you
As I spy my favourite book
In my usual nook
I sound like a loud mouthed shuck
But this has to be
Said
**** you germs
**** you viruses
**** you bacteria
**** you germs
**** you viruses
**** you bacteria
I will live my ******* life
Weather you ******* will like it or not
You will not last long with me
I am the mother ******* lemon
And I eat them too!
Watch out
**** you germs
**** you viruses
**** you bacteria
**** you germs
**** you viruses
**** you bacteria
Why don't you have a lemonade
Instead of haterade!
Jan 7, 2025
Jan 7, 2025 at 9:36 PM UTC
Public announcement.
'Zannusi
the appliance of science'
Yeah?
I place no reliance on magic nor science or things that go bump in the night.
See a TV
buy a TV
add a line to your made up CV
new?
so
you think,
but it's three months
down the line and so last year,
so buy another one
fine.
Face it,
you've been ****** in
spun around
sold a pup
and been ground into the ground
science?
don't make me laugh when I want to puke,
Look and that's look with an ooh and not an uck
I really don't give a Fuch if you believe or not
but you'd better believe in the
'One drop'
the blood spot
someone got time because of it
some murdering little *****
that took an innocence
and
I suppose that is the appliance of science,
I'm as right or as wrong as it's broad or it's long
I hold my hands up
arrest me
or
free me
I've got a CV
don't want a TV
**** this and society
**** sobriety
the hierarchy and
anyone else who
disagrees with me.
Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 4:34 AM UTC
Two times of the day
Two different realities
As I am awake the reality is good
As I sleep the reality is terrifying
Yin and yang
Sin and virtues
Evil v. good
As I see the evil
As I see the sinful
As I see the yin
I sea the worst of humanity
Human experiments
Torture
And bigotry
These are not just a reality
These are prophecies of
What will happen
If we don't learn for our past
A lesson that means the future
Of man kind
As I wake I see the good in humanity
The good
The virtue
And the yang
The kindness and caring
Never more
Never more
Never more
What will become of ....
Us
Will we live on and learn our lessons
Or will we learn the heard way again
The thought
Of racism
Homophobia
And sexism
Will
These **** us
For DNA don't mean ****
Religion is a philosophy
And gender is mind set!
So why the **** are we at
Each others throats
Never more
Never more quoth the girl
Never more
As we fight we become zombies
Slaves to our hate
Slaves to insanity
What will become of be of late
Sin
Yin
Evil......
Never more
Quoth the girl
Never more.....
Good
Virtue
Yang
And life
These are the things we need
To obsess about
Not the negative!
Never more
Quoth the girl
Never more
Never more
Can we forget the past
Or will we risk reliving it!
Jan 7, 2025
Jan 7, 2025 at 9:36 PM UTC
I am tired of feeling with this
You are ruining my life
Why can you go to hell
It would be really swell
But then I have deal with jackassory
I am not accessory
Why can you move
The **** on
But your fixated
Thinking that I will comeback
Take a ******* pill
Or chill
In the hell fire
For I have no room
For your tomfoolery
The next time you do this
I shall report
*******
Dec 22, 2024
Dec 22, 2024 at 5:05 PM UTC
BETWEEN THE WORDS
The leg that had fallen
asleep: suddenly awoke
attacked him with pins...with needles.
"Ow!" "oW!" & "OW!"
he shouted at himself
shaking a leg
He felt like a bad
Xerox copy of
his self.
The typewriter glowered at him.
He glared right back.
"Do your worst!" it smirked.
"...the men who moil for gold..."
the old Service line resurfaced
"Moil...ha ha...how true!"
His measly one-finger-typing
trying to keep up with
his mind...fall...ing..be...hind.
The typewriter trying to
find his train of thought
the clickety clack of words.
Man morphing into machine.
Both one & the same.
Only the next word...counts.
Thinking & not thinking.
The mind in free fall.
The words pumped up.
Loving the return of carriage
the next line springing into
being.
"Coraggio!. . .coraggio!"
His mind admonishes him.
"Andiamo!" he exhorts his words.
On a roll now.
One part of him( writing ).
The other singing THE RUNAWAY TRAIN.
"And she blew!
And she blew...blew...blew....blew...blew!
Ooooohhhh....oooooohhh!"
Uh hu!
The ribbon of his mind
wearing thin.
Words now in red.
& now.
In nothing.
The words appearing
like their own ghosts.
A mere impression.
"Don't leave me this way!"
his mind sings to them.
" I don't understand how I'm at your command..."
The "e" key
raising its angry littl fist.
Stu...stu...UCK A gain.
Typewriter: quiet now.
Weeds of silence
growing up
between the words.
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 5:09 AM UTC