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Crawl On Broken Glass
Feel like I’m dead again
Because you hide again;
Why did I ever fucking care?
I knew you wouldn’t meet me there,
It’s cold loneliness unadulterated,
It’s a social winter freeze,
It’s a piss on a dirty abandoned street
Trash-littered and insane blizzard,
Rats eating a dead man’s fingers
In some forgotten snow-alley,
It’s being alone with no solutions,
Head crammed mindless confusion
Gazing with hatred into mirrors
Resolute with disgust,
A paranoid heart beating
A rhythm of fear and distrust,
I know the soulless human being
And the laughing jackal,
I told you there was nothing
I was after but a trivial smile
To guide me through the gloom,
But you’ll never enter this room,
And I don’t care, I don’t care,
I don’t fucking care,
I’d crawl on broken glass
If I just didn’t care!
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Pissheads
piss heads in the park
piss heads in the park
staying out till dark
staying out till dark
dont wanna see the crack in your arse
when you're lying on the grass
dont wanna hear your shout
when im just out walking about
piss heads in the park
piss heads in the park
staying out till dark
staying out till dark
dont wanna see your veins
coming out your brains
dont wanna feel the pain
of your life put down the drain
piss heads in the park
piss heads in the park
staying out till dark
staying out till dark
dont wanna think your my destiny
when i feel the addict in me
there has to be something more
than pissing on the floor
piss heads in the park
piss heads in the park
staying out till dark
staying out till dark
dont want the crack and the smack
when it only puts you back
to the bare necessities of being in the park
and staying out till dark
staying out till dark
so no-one sees
poem by Petra Creffield
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You read a lot about movies with budgets of $25 to 30 million. Hell, if a studio can piss away that kind of money, why not let 'em piss on me?
quote by Roy Scheider
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When Does A Cat Sing?
Catty, is a lovely cat,
Even if, she doesn't say that!
She is really, smart and nice,
And when you say , ' PISS PISS ', twice,
She opens her eyes,
Widely with a colorful bright,
To see if somewhere, is a mice,
In black or in white!
Believe me, that she is,
Really smart!
She feels when, your 'PISS, PISS ',
Is from your heart,
And not just a game,
Of your Ego-Fame!
Yes, she is,
Very smart, indeed!
When she sits, quite comfortable,
She can see what is on the table.
And then with a long sound,
Begins to sing and applaud!
Miau, miau, mieau, mieau,
Miau, miau, mieau, mieau, !
And then, in a jump,
Your food, can't be found!
Catty, is really a lovely cat,
Even if, she doesn't say THAT!
poem by Yoseph Lupu
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Call me whatever you want (as long as you sign the checks)
Gothic metal pop emo artist
seeks label, call me anything!
Just sign the fucking checks!
fast pay means good CR for you!
Just sign the fucking checks!
wrote a love ballad today, ,
catchy Alt stuff,
Just sign the fucking checks!
Choreographer and lighting all on board
sign some checks
Bookings out the wazoo
accept some checks
more dates added to the tour
accept some checks
Movie score?
checks.
poem by Samael Wolf
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Hush A Bye Baby Updated
Hush-a-bye-baby
On the lap top
When its piss flows
The space bar will spark
When its piss leaks
The cursor will stall
Reset removes baby
Google and all.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Swing Shift Blues
What is better than leaving a bar
in the middle of the afternoon
besides staying in it or not
having gone into it in the first place
because you had a decent woman to be with?
The air smells particularly fresh
after the stale beer and piss smells.
You can stare up at the whole sky:
it's blue and white and does not
stare back at you like the bar mirror,
and there's Whats-'is-name coming out
right behind you saying, "I don't
believe it, I don't believe it: there
he is, staring up at the fucking sky
with his mouth open. Don't
you realize, you stupid son of a bitch,
that it is a quarter to four
and we have to clock in in
fifteen minutes to go to work?"
So we go to work and do no work
and can even breathe in the Bull's face
because he's been into the other bar
that we don't go to when he's there.
poem by Alan Dugan
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What the fluck
What the Fluck
By: Jean Pullman
The times we live in are making me insane
It feels like there are maggots eating at my brain
I see blood in every corner
I’m getting twisted words from my informer.
CHORUS
What the fluck is going on in this world
What the fluck is a grown man doing molesting a little girl
What the fluck is wrong with you and me
What the fluck can’t you people fucking see.
I feel as though,
You dumb flucks will never know
What kind of world is this
Where cops are beating little kids
Why do we live in a war forsaken country
Why can’t we just live as one
I can’t stand the soldiers fucking killing everyone.
CHORUS
What the fluck is going on in this world
What the fluck is a man doing molesting a little girl
What the fluck is wrong with you and me
What the fluck can’t you people fucking see.
Now I am fed the fluck up
I wish the president would shut the fluck up
We don’t need to send troops into Iraq
Where they’re constantly watching their backs
For if they don’t actually use their eyes
They’re gonna lose their lives.
CHORUS(x2)
What the fluck is going on in this world
What the fluck is a man doing molesting a little girl
What the fluck is wrong with you and me
What the fluck can’t you people fucking see.
poem by Jean Pullman
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Hard Core Heart
Hard rock and drugs
Running thru my veins
Mother fucking bitchy whore
Been called by many names
Moshing thru the nights
Sleeping thru the day
Drinking in the bathrooms
Pretending I’m ok
Breathing in the smoke
Laughing at the pain
Giving up all hope
Taking all the blame
Hard rock and drugs
Running thru my veins
Mother fucking bitchy whore
Been called by many names
Hidden by my smiles
A part of me resides
Getting smaller by the day
The rest of my heart dies
Hard rock and drugs
Running thru my veins
Mother fucking bitchy whore
Been called by many names
Smoking pot in my room
Know I won’t get caught
Mom and dad are drunk again
Forgetting what the taught
Hard rock and drugs
Running thru my veins
Mother fucking bitchy whore
Been called by many names
poem by Hannah Anderson
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Whipped Cream On My Anus
murder burn your nipples with ciggerettes and turn your face into an omlet then bite my own foreskin off before i piss on it, prepare to bicycle spokes in your eye sockets, while i shove a table leg covered in blue cheese up your ass, slit your stomach then your guts get wrapped around your throat and i choke you till' your nuts turn black, adjust my back, miss chiropracter, i just did crack, while snorting exstacy, injecting speed and fucking cats, ayahuasca is my favorite drug, when i got your daughter tied up with an anus plug, inserted in her asshole, left in for three days, then i rape her, video tape her while the diahrea sprays
poem by Mayhem's Apprentice
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Juliet, where art thou?
farting
is such
a sweet
Zorro!
ken lee
ken lee
ken lee
without
yo.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My trumpeting sounds like a goose farting in the fog.
quote by Alex O'Loughlin
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Who dies threatening will be buried with farting.
The ill wind that blows is probably your mother-in-law farting.
Frustrated Times
TWO fat hands,
two left feet,
your a looser with a gun.
YOU take this life with
your evil ways, then piss
it out for fun.
ITS cold and dark
in your cave,
still you find your way
around,
you take this life with
your evil ways, then piss
it out for fun.
THIS story ends with a
rabbit in a hat, and a
creaking of his cage,
his eyes are sharks,
his hands are sharp,
and his shadow kills the heat.
poem by David Gerardino
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If your motive is good, a farting donkey won't harm you.
Tickity Tick Tock
can't sleep.
don't sleep.
won't sleep.
shan't sleep.
never sleep.
never sleep.
never sleep.
tick tock
tick tock
tickity tick
tock
tock
tock
the little hand drills a hole into my tired mind.
can't
tick
don't
tock
won't
tick
shan't
tock
never
tick
nev er
tock
never sleep
the clock keeps ticking
as my mind struggles to keep up
too many ticks.
too many tocks.
the clock's too loud
it echos through the silent night
too many thoughts
all at once
i need them on paper
scribble
tick
scribble
tock
that fucking clock
it never fucking stops
i cant fucking sleep.
a dog barks
tick
a car screeches
tock
a horse neighs...what?
i can't be that tired
i can't be hallucinating
i
can't
sleep.
don't sleep.
won't sleep.
shan't sleep.
never sleep.
i need a digital clock
Explode
Someday I'm gonna explode from all these bottled up feelings
So i suggest that you to get out of here before you
You find youself dead
One, Two, Three, get out she's gonna explode
One, Two, Three, get out she's gonna fucking blow
Too late your dead
I guess people don't listen
I need to find someone that will
I need to get out some frustration
Before i explode
Once again it happened
It happened once again
People should have listened
People are just fucked in the head
They can't get the simplest shit through their fucking skulls
That's i'm going to explode
poem by Brandi Young
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Filthy (not yet finished)
I'll show you what pain is.
You'll regret what you've done.
Toyed with me, fucked with me
And now it's begun.
I'll show you what hate is.
It's from me to you.
You dirty old fucking man
You'll be dead when I'm through.
Mommy couldn't fix it...
Daddy doesn't know...
The doctor couldn't fix it...
Now everyone will know...
RAPE!
Please help me, God...
RAPE!
No, not again...
RAPE!
I don't love you, I don't love you...
RAPE!
IT'S GONNA FUCKING END!
YOU'RE NOT MY DADDY!
GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME!
YOU'RE NOT MY DADDY!
GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME!
FILTHY!
FILTHY!
FILTHY!
FILTHY!
poem by Christine Woodrich
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When will it all end
Teachers not understanding,
Principals being stupid,
Guys making fun of me,
Heart breaks,
Love,
Guys asking me out,
Family problems,
Barely any money,
Bullied,
Being too young for anything,
Accidents,
Hospitals,
Broken toes and fingers,
Writers block,
No love,
Running away from problems,
Crying,
Pain,
Friends going away,
No good grades,
Jocks,
Guys,
Exes,
Homework,
No one doing anything to stop the bullying,
Having to count on my mom for things,
Having to count on the fucking principal for everything,
Jokes,
Rumors,
School,
The fucking vice principal being a dick,
No games,
No fun,
When will it all end?
Will it end,
When I die,
Or when I kill myself?
poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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