On being 19, and other things.

Wow... has it really been seven years since the last joke poem was posted? I am updating this in an effort to avoid inadvertent embarrassment. But I still stand by the poetry.

birthdae

3 tres days awayyy
till the dae
the day of your biRth
yore birth DAY
Nineteen aT last
it went by two fast
fast


but like the breasts of MARCHmarch
you arr a new woMAn.

congratulations deAr triCkle.



trickle the tears
that shall cry no MoRe

for it is your dae
the dae of yore biRth.

heh.


that was great.

you fucking idiot

I'm in a fucked up pissed off mood. And you know what I'm doing with this mood? I'm taking it out on someone much more idiotic than I. That's right, it's you! Mrs. I'm so fucking stupid that I think I can compare the lust of my vagina to the fucking grossest things alive. Yeah, nobody wants to hear about your goddamn vagina, and nobody thinks you're interesting! Well, I take that back. One person does... why? I mean it's one of my friends that actually likes you... it baffles me. I HAVE NO CLUE WHY ANYONE WOULD LIKE YOU. You're perhaps the dumbest girl I've ever encountered. This very blog, is a fucking mockery of your life. You express yourself through your blog, yet not one thing in your blog makes any goddamn sense. Just like you, with your stupid away messages. You literally make me sick. Truly... I mean, what would anyone see in a nutcase freak like you? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.



I feel a smidge better.

Signing out.

Bye.

Roq

I AM THE ROCK
the cold heartless
grey

rock.

i smash you
and i choke on the
tatterred
shardes
of

your s o u l

i sink in the endless
drowning river
of your L o v e

my solid and dense
soul cannot stay afloat
on the ever tenacious
whims of your L u s t

the Maddening, frigid sun
beets down on my face
and i cry with the Glory
of my feminine urge
to Copulate

Yes. Yes.
To connsumate the truculent
Angst of my Desire

i cannot Fight this

n e e d

Fuckin scirros.

Fate has brought me here.
With the crushing of a Scissor
from the deep threshold
of a POUNDING rock.
The vagina that calls out
more. more. more.
please, I need to feel
the rage of an UNSATISFIED
LoveR. oh
the URGE,
with the sweet bosom of nectar it
PROVIDes.
when will i learn?
oh when Will you stop.
You Vagina, with the juises.
oh you hateful rock,
I scorn you.
FoR you, yes YOU ARE NEXT.

No Control

Haunted by the desecrations
of My Mind,
Powerless

Through the torch of the eternal being

slipped through my Hands.

When will I feel again? The grace.

The Grace of your arms,
filling me with horror
but no.

I love again,

but no.

I can't.

I'll never feel AT one with myself.

I just want to feel one.

like the days of winter,

hot and passion filled

FROM the descend of my lustful being

thriving for the sex of another.

oh god. I scream.

please. Please .

GIVE mE peace.

Never.

maybe
eternally i am cursed
god, why me

abstinence, no.
never again
never again, with your lieS.
is she in Your arms Now?
she can Never do what i did for you.
A B S T I N E N T from your love.

maybe.

or will you run back to me, my diseased lover.
red, these spots.
oh god, the pain.
never again.

lunar rape

the smooth petals
of your sweet skin
the moon screems
with lusT

this black monster
rapes my virginal existance
like the raging bull
i Moan involuntarilee

this love i hold within
is akin to the plunge
of an olympic diver
INTENSITY.

this nihilistic angst consumes
my being

feelings overflow

HATELOVELUST.










death.

indecisive lust

it was A cold november
a sunny Storm sprayed it's
morning dew, like the fragrince
of a new found love
sprINGING it's helpless call

call
call
CALL

more devoSHUN
I wanted to

scream
scREAM
SCReam

at you
I love you
I hate YOU
I feel the caresssssssing of your skin
oh please
---
i was lost
s o l o s t
and when you founD me
I ran away
WHY? like a mother beast
holdin on.
to it's harmless.
harmful

SCREAM
CALL.

just swim upon the graven waters of the green sea
with the purple brazen sun screaming
i n d e c i s i o n
whY me?
...... .. .
Cry.