“Ass-Kisser”

Balls deep

Motherfucker

Such a kiss ass

Lips puckered

No self-respect

Bent over

Take it hard

Brown-noser

I got tired of reading all my old poems and such and just being reminded of shit I just didn’t want to remember anymore, so I threw my book out. I hate how people say that this and that is what made you who you are today, but I really don’t care & it’s none of their business anyway. And, honestly, if I want to destroy the physical evidence I can and I will because I’ll always have the memories to remind me of my mistakes.

Also, a lot of them are still on the internet – I just care to push them aside and forget about them.

So, from here on out, everything is new.

“Butterflies in My Stomach”

“Butterflies In My Stomach”

The very thought of him
Releases butterflies
So large and so grotesque
On the loose upon my insides

They’re vicious and demanding
They hunger only for love
They scream to be set free
They’re violently ripping me up

They’re not lovely like the ones
That peacefully feed on flowers
They’re parasites that suck hearts dry
And greedily devour

They make me want someone
Whom I can feed upon
For now I, too, have become the parasite
The butterflies have won

“Skill Lackery”

I decided I’d write you a poem

(Perhaps a song) to demonstrate

My affection, my love for you

But I stopped short and told myself: Wait!

You should keep your thoughts in your head

And forget the whole idea

Because your writing skills are lacking

And suck, like diarrhea

“Fatty McFatFat”

Hey, you!  Hey, girl!

No, the fatty behind you.

How’s it going?

Have enough to eat yet?

You haven’t, you say?

Well, here you go.

It’s big and fat.

Like your face.

“Moobs”

Running fast, gasping for breath

Shaking, sweating, Weak

Bouncing, big jiggly man boobs

“Rushing into Disappointment”

There is a deescalation

A deflating elation

The one thing I sought

Might just cure my obsession

I see it’s not working

Deterioration’s lurking

Behind me and laughing

Demonically it’s smirking

What is this abuse

That’s out on the loose

Merciless and unkind

Preparing a noose

But I hold up my head

Walk through emotions I dread

Perhaps I’ll soon wake

Alone and safe in my bed

“Lamosity, She Said”

i was reading some past shit

that i wrote back in the day

i guess i was so fucking emo

felt no one cared what i had to say

fucking lame-ass teenage angst

cries for attention, cries for help

nothing but sadness and self-pity

so “look-at-at-me!”  *sigh*, what the hell?

i didn’t give a fuck what people thought

or at least that’s what i’d claim

but apparently i craved attention

though i’d deny it all the same

these days, i can say that i don’t give a shit

about what people think about me now

so i’ll keep writing my crappy poems

to attempt to express myself anyhow

“A Tribute to *beep*”

I can no longer live

with your sick, intolerable self.

You always try to top shit

no matter what it is about.

You lie and you boast –

I can no longer tell which is which.

You sit and live repetitively

and do nothing but bitch.

You channel your anger

on those weaker than you.

You act like you’re so damn tough

because you don’t know what else to do.

You’re lazy and take no action

when important issues are teased.

So just do me one favor,

and shut the fuck up, please!