Posts Tagged ‘girls’

lonely-alone-with-Jesus

Six year old boy stands alone in undercover area
Icicles, icicles all fall down
Bully redhead older kid makes fun
Glaciers advance, cold pain, social freeze-out
Girls laugh and point
Staying alone
Being alone
Aching with sorrow
He hides behind the steel girder
Making blades from woodchips
Wondering what it is like to have a friend
Thoughts like mushrooms in rotting flesh
Wondering why the other kids don’t like him
Plotting to pretend to be sick tomorrow

 

Young

Posted: August 31, 2015 in poetry
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When I was young and green- swollen with sap
A bursting boy, primed to dance among the girls
My nerves conspired to queer me in their eyes
My fumbling frowned their hearts and spurred their mocking

Oh suffering, oh tragedy like death
Their brilliant breasts were hidden from my eyes
Their lips denied me by this knot of fate
My heart burned like a violent Vindaloo

And so I followed like a puppy dog
Behind she who had captured all my soul
Nice guy behaviour- just trying to be a friend
Except when I’d had too much alcohol

cobra

Predator, predator
Reptile fuck-brain
Stick out your forked tongue
Then pull it in again
With your cold reptile eyes you watch little girls
And offer them lollies in toy departments.
You take pictures up their skirts
While their mothers wait for them in the next aisle
And gibber and gape as their innocence decomposes in your sickness
You rape their minds and their bodies like a macho football team
And leave PTSD and terrible dreams
Paedophile, paedophile
With your sick grin and vile Satan-smile
Dead behind your eyes,
Your soul corrupted like a rotten apple.
What made you this monster?
Who fucked your ass?
To make you a viper, a shark, a cobra
Hundreds of little girls
All fed to your lust and spat out broken
Into unbearable lives
I hope they haunt you forever

winona3
Why don’t the nice girls like me?
Because I have a big bulbous belly full of beer?
Because I have the social skills of an abalone?
Why don’t the nice girls like me?
Because I am not confident?
Because I am not sexy?
Why don’t the nice girls like me?
Because I smoke too much pot and write about it?
Because I let my guinea pigs crap in my bed?
Why don’t the nice girls like me?
Because I stare at their breasts instead of their eyes-
Even if it’s only for an instant?
Because I want them so much it hurts?
Why don’t the nice girls like me?
Because I’m always forgetting to clean the toilet?
Because, sad to say, I need to work on my personal hygiene?
That’s enough reasons I think-
Who can blame them?