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FUCK YOU!

Cinny
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Poetry Contest

Write an empowering poem to someone who really PISSES YOU OFF!
Rules!; (they suck, but they're required)

No commenting on other poems here in the thread, please keep compliments and such to PMs, it's cluttered otherwise.
Two entries per person, the ones that follow will be considered just spare tires.
As long as you want.
Collabs are okay but it counts as a poem for both people.
Old or new is okay.
No using names and no flat out insulting people, that's just rude and immature.

BleedingInferno219
Kristyn Ashley.
Fire of Insight
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Composure.

I'm just gonna grind my teeth,
while I tighten my fists.
I'll watch you pass by me,
acting like you don't exist.

I'll ignore your hands,
the way they're gripping his.
Still, behind my eyelids,
I'm separating your limbs.

You keep smiling that innocent smile,
and I'll pretend to be oblivious.
"I've waited long enough, fuck it...."
As my knuckles collide with your lips.

Kou_Indigo
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
Tyrant of Words
United States 68awards
Joined 15th Sep 2011
Forum Posts: 2784

A while back, I wrote this one specifically to vent when someone said something to me that got me extremely angry. Here it is...

- My Soul On Fire -

Part I – The Kindled Flame

The rage roars inside my very soul because of one,
One voice raised in anger, one that showed scorn…
Mocking me, hating me, with such cruel intentions!
Now I feel the ancient torments, as if newly begun,
Which I thought I banished with the coming morn…
And my heart knows all of Hell’s crafty inventions.
But I dare not let my fires show, lest I burn away,
And so I do wait, and so I bear my cross’s weight…
Voicing my torments in secret, to the angels above.
They know my name, they see my face, and smile!
I look at the stars of the night, as I mourn the day.
My spirit longs for a world without so much hate…
And to embrace all the maddest abandons of love.
I have waited so long for happiness, such a while!
Once she said she loved me, one serpent I knew,
Now I seek an angel, that love might spring anew.
When love is mine, may it remain perfect and true!
This I ask of the gods, and of the many angels too.

Part II – The Inferno Unleashed

I dare not weep, lest those who hate me see tears,
And I will not give them the satisfaction they crave.
I am liberated from the shackles of all conventions!
Yet I am bound unto passion, to escape old fears…
Though once a goddess, I was reduced to a slave.
I cannot serve any god whose love none mentions!
So I rebelled, I rebel and my heart is ever burning,
I love, I lust, I rave, and I sing aloud to every star!
My wantonness is beyond my ability to so repent,
And I feel not the shame of the penitent, for truly…
There is not sin in my longing, in my mad yearning,
For I shall be revered once again, so near and far!
Let the narrow-minded despise me and so resent,
I am the whore they fear, the harlot of red destiny.
Once I knelt before Heaven, but now I stand tall…
A woman, once a man: I, a storm not just a squall.
Alone have I wept: holding wishes to my bosom…
May I be spared the pains I knew, that I do shun!

Part III – The Perilous Passion

My white gown was stained scarlet in my blood…
And the pearls I once wore have turned so black!
I sing, and not one can hear that queen within me.
She, who wept in silence; she who felt the flood…
Who was stripped of her crown, by evil’s attack!
Once I was so blind; but one did help me, to see.
Where is my sight now when I feel so utterly lost?
If I cannot weep, who will cry for the lost queen!
Shed one tear for my heart, and one for my soul,
And one more tear for me, which I too do let fall.
I paid so dearly for my freedom, such awful cost!
Passion can be perilous when you dare to dream.
But none can grant me the peace that some stole,
Only love can release me, for I hear its’ siren call.
Once I would have run from all fate might bring…
But I am a queen; my time is coming nigh, to sing.
The old pains are past, and I can laugh at the rain,
Because I am a queen, and I need not feel shame.

Kou_Indigo
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
Tyrant of Words
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And here is another poem I wrote to vent after someone got me mad. I was even more angry in this one than I was in my other poem. And gods does it show! Here is... The Voice of Darkness. Totally.

- The Voice of Darkness -

Part I – Fire and Crucifixion

You could not see the beauty within me, foolish maid,
So jealous were you of the outer beauty you beheld…
Mindless of my ancient soul, of which you were afraid!
Now you shall know why before me the ancients knelt.
It was I, who cast thousands of souls into a wall of fire,
When the volcanoes of Atlantis and other lands flared…
And it was I, who collected their souls in wrath so dire.
In vessels of steel we bore them, to where gods dared!
Were they not of us, and so we saw fit to punish them,
Instilling notions of a hell more awful than we wrought?
It was not I, but: their own sin that did thusly condemn.
You do not realize the mad power of a strong thought!
And in their minds, they crucified themselves so artful…
That the Romans remembered and perfected this way!
Man is the author of countless miseries, as truly awful…
As the doom we imposed, on those souls, on that day.
They could not pull out the nails from their wounding…
For it was their own will that thrust them into the flesh!
The green of their putrefaction, of ravens descending…
Was all in their imagination, and they suffered it afresh.

Part II – Darkness Incarnate

They became twisted wraiths, no longer as they were,
Seeking to possess the bodies of the living once again.
For they could not die, though they lived ne’er more…
And so like demons of a true hell they swiftly became!
Those sons of Theta, who could ne’er forget their fate,
Passing it on to their hosts who suffered so possessed.
Have you heard the legends when the hour grew late?
You hear them now, and soon you shall be distressed!
The flesh hides many secrets, but within mine do gaze,
Seeing with your inner eye the shape of my spirit bare.
In such an image was I remade as a captive in a daze!
But I remembered, and now you will endure my stare.
A dark lord, and lady, an emperor, and also empress,
Was I, ere my estate was to dwell in a human guise…
Fitting punishment for me, upon my soul did so press!
The gods were cruel but in their cunning so very wise.
But of their foolishness, worlds were charred to soot,
And made desolate, with blackened bones that lay…
Here a skull, there a limb, and even a hand, and foot!
As to them, the ancestors of man did kneel and pray.

Part III – Lover of Demons

Behold my darkness, I who loved Lilith by the water,
And made for her a throne of skulls to recline upon…
When the angels could not persuade, Hell’s daughter.
Even so, I moved her to joy beneath the ancient sun!
The blood of the wicked she drank, from my chalice,
And with it anointed the first vampires on this planet!
She and I shared, for early man, our common malice.
And with Lucifer we stood, and could ne’er regret…
For the fallen cannot know remorse for their natures,
Any more than humanity for their wars and pollution!
We, did not harm this Earth as do they; so immature,
That with destruction: they lie as if in dire prostitution.
And you call me evil, when I helped to bring the light,
To your savage ancestors before you were imagined.
Do you know my name, and so know well the night?
You cannot know me, for your reason is abandoned.
Mayhap you should dash your brains out your head…
Their jellied mass to lie: upon ebon altars of ineptness.
How can you call yourself living, you are of the dead!
For it is not living: to deny, what your senses confess.

Part IV – Bride of the Devil

It was I, who had my enemies impaled on tall stakes,
And was called the Son of the Dragon by the people.
Out of their vacant sockets writhed emerald snakes…
Those from whose mouths: was sharpness unequaled.
And into a chalice I squeezed out their wicked blood,
To offer up to Lilith, so that they might taste of wrath!
And for Lucifer, we offered up a truly crimson flood…
So that my sister may bathe: in the warm scarlet bath.
Do you fear the night, for in it I find my forgetfulness?
You would have me recall the things you most fear…
And so I shall be cruel in this, as I don a silken dress,
To sit upon my throne infernal, and beckon you near!
I, who knew the Devil when that queen ruled on high,
And was her lover, ere the gods brought on us a ruin.
Have a sip from my sanguine chalice, and come nigh!
For in my kingdom is room for one more child of sin.
There are worse things than fire, of immortal making,
And you will smell the burning brimstone you do seek.
Upon its’ coals your naked skin most willingly baking,
For some hells you make yourself to make you weak.

Kou_Indigo
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
Tyrant of Words
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And those are my two entries for the contest. I hope you like!

SychophanticSlag
Dangerous Mind
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Joined 24th May 2011
Forum Posts: 1958

Before I lose my cool.

Please,
spare me; the
slight moment of
teeth clenching,"Oh
God, I can't even.."
Eye rolling, agitated
shifting. The short
silent slasher starring
you in the back
of my mind.
Just shut your
pretty fucking
mouth.

Indie
Miss Indie
Tyrant of Words
Australia 34awards
Joined 3rd Sep 2011
Forum Posts: 3209

Psychological Mind Fuck

Let me be
Your psychological mind fuck
Let me inside
Your head to pull at the threads
Of sanity
Entwined with pretty words
And double-edged meanings

'Cause there is nothing
Like a really good mind game
Set out like a 3D chess board
With 192 play pieces
A tangled tug-o’-war
Where you think  
Maybe you can out-mind-fuck me

And I've never played
A game I couldn't win
With a smirk upon my face
While someone is whispering
"Bitch" under their breath
Like we're sixth graders
Sneezing insults to each other

‘Cause it all comes down to
Who’s a better liar
Shh… don’t say a word
Listen with your eyes
While you lie with the truth
Everything hidden behind
A genuinely fear-filled gaze

And it’s better when you’re drunk
Better when you cry
Better when they think
You’ll do every menial task
They can possibly conceive of
Just to please them
And fuck their egos tenderly

So tell me all your secrets
I won’t say a word
I’ll lay my soul bare
With a tremor in my voice
‘Cause secrets are only dangerous
When…
They’re not meant to be told

Come on, let me be
Your psychological mind fuck
Let me inside
Your head to pull at the threads
Of sanity
Entwined with pretty words
And double-edged meanings

With a double-edged sword
To stab you in the back with
When you least expect it
With a courtesy smile for good measure
Just to let you know
I enjoyed ever second
It took to fuck you over  

There’s a reason
You shouldn’t trust an innocent face
Or think that you’ve got the upper hand
Over someone that’s only kissing your ass
For the thrill of it
There’s a reason
They say the quiet ones
Are the ones to look out for

So look into my eyes
And ask yourself
Can you do it?
I’ll even tempt you
With an innocent smile

violet
Vi
Dangerous Mind
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Joined 13th Feb 2011
Forum Posts: 2523

What the fuck am i supposed to be?
.................................

Do i have to be a complete Bitch in order to be treated well?  
''Give me this. Buy me that. Hand over you're wallet.    
Oh, and i want orgasms. Multiple orgasms, and Plenty of them''  
 
Maybe i should spend my time laying on my back  
for man, after man, after man in the vain hope    
that one of them may see me as more than just a fuck  
(eventually)  
 
How about i become cold and heartless?  
They do say 'Treat em' mean, Keep em' keen'.  
 
Maybe i should become a shivering wreck every time a man  
looks in my direction, crying and blabbing on about all of my  
pain and anguish, so maybe one of them might    
feel enough pity for me, that he might stick around.  
(even just for a month or two)  
 
Do i act all dumb and vulnerable?    
''oh please take care of me, i am incapable of looking after myself.  
Protect me please from the big scary world''    
I know how a lot of men just LOVE a woman who    
cannot possibly survive without a big, strong hand.  
 
Do i go buy bigger tits?    
Permanently pout?  
pretend to be what they want me to be?  
 
Shit.    
 
I happen to be none of those things. But maybe i should try!  
After all, being just 'me' does not seem to 'cut it'.  
 
Is it so bad that i am just a simple girl who wont ask for much?  
Is it so horrifying that i believe in love and give it unconditionally?  
Does the fact that i have my own mind and am quite capable of  
giving myself those damn multiple orgasms make me a bad person?  
 
Here is my question to you Mother nature...  
 
What the fuck where you thinking when you made women like me..  
Was it some sort of joke? A cosmic 'fuck you' to all the Good girls  
on your earth?    
 
Well i shout (with two fingers)    Fuck you too.  
 
 
 
It's true what they say.. Nice girls finish last.  
 

13
Dangerous Mind
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You never cease to amaze
you, decadent arrogant,
embodiment of loathing and envy
such hatred can move mountains
beneath the ground you stand on
I'll topple you
bury you underneath
till suffocation sets in
left to die then set free
to be scratched and nailed and pinned,
and displayed on the south wall
where the hobos settle debts with earth
and they'll taunt at you
spit and throw bottles at you
and laugh at your disgrace
Such a pathetic waste of life
YOU.
fitting where the hand wont go
and digging where the gold wont glow
makes me want to tear you another hole
for the failure You are
weak and will-less, breaking apart
so hopeless now and yet you persist
Fuck you, screw this.

Naseer
Nas
Lost Thinker
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"Okay, so FUCK you too!"
First, I was liking you
Second, I started loving you
Third, you said "fuck me"
And lastly, I said "Okay, so FUCK you too"!

There is a story here
About a boy in his teen years
Who fell in love, for loves' sake..
It started off like play (like play)
Then it escalated into something weird
Scrapping on the plates of emotions,
Strange, wild, raw, kind of emotions..
He loved her
The tables turned:
She loved him..
Love was in the air around them
And what not..
Then the inevitable happened;
Boredom set in
Reality broke through fantasy
Space was needed
Then more space was needed..
Finally they broke up
Her last words to him were
"Fuck you!"
So he replied with "Okay, so Fuck You Too!"
"Fuck the twinkling colour in your eyes
And the softness in your voice
Fuck the slow way you talk
And the graceful way you walk
Fuck the prettiness of your face
And the retarded way you tie your lace
Fuck the grace with which you carry yourself
And the gentleness of your hands,
When you move your hair behind your ear...
Fuck your well-proportioned toes
And the glow of your nails under the moonlight
Fuck you and Fuck every little thing we did together..."

Saying that, the boy cried from the pain
he knew his words caused her
Like so, she cried from the sting his words carried
when it hit her
And that was that..
So they hugged each other and cried together..
That too was over..
They broke up saying "Fuck You!"
To each other..

Magdalena
Spartalena
Tyrant of Words
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Unbroken




Fed from the bed
of your words that misled
Now uncompromised
dry I am bled
Unmoved by the verbal
that falls like water
running aimlessly
trying to slaughter
my mind with tongue
licking and ripping
it doesn't catch
just keeps slipping
on the tide of my
impenetrable shield
keep it coming
you drain as you wield




I keep getting stronger
on the throw of your thunder
that lifts me up
and pulls you under
Your Max headroom smile
all plastic and fake
is just as pathetic
as the piss that you take
Your threats make you feel
like the big I am
you hang them over me
and don't give a damn
My silence that bothers
your unsettled thoughts
You just have to guess
and come up with naughts




Selective and subjective
accusations so vile
flow on the tide
of your unceasing bile
My breath is my breath
that on you will waste
So no words shall fall
as your wrath I taste
The ouch in your suffering
that puts me at fault
is struck ever deeper
in the wounds that I salt
So you say
in your hard done by way
how weak is the strength
of your twat-ish display




Well you are long gone
I got tired of your song
and the feel of your hand
it's impact was strong
Made me bruise and bleed
at your angry need
But never did I crumble
or allow you to feed.




*

unveiled_darkness
Twisted Dreamer
United States
Joined 18th May 2010
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FUCK YOU DUDE!

Fuck you, dude!
I'm sick of you!
Talk shit alls you ever do!
If I could get my
fucking hands on you,
I'd beat the living
fuck out of you!
All your bitchin
and moaning, its's done,
I'm sick of the way
you annoy me for fun!
Piss me off once more
and I swear
I'm going to end you
right then and there!
It's bitches like you
that get me this fuckin pissed,
so get the hell out of my face,
cause I'm done with this shit.

FUCK YOU DUDE!

poet Anonymous

Fuck OFF


I just want to fly away
to no particular place
 
I only want to close my eyes
and let it it all just go-
Scream and kick and cry and die
this trip's a mental joke.

Holding onto cold chair arms-
Like they could ground my soul
Feels like if I ease my mind
The whole damn thing will blow
I don't know...
 
Do I care, care too much..
Maybe I just don't give a fuck
maybe if I did ,I could try
and see past the lying eyes.
Ghoulish cries, infantile tries
say no goodbyes-
But I realize...

I am the problem-
in your global hovel
Now you see, it's on the level
and I rue the day I met you
all of you...
Yes, you too

Ignites, burns,
pleases-harasses-
my thoughts and my joint's
Always end in ashes.
And lend rose colored glasses
To disturb the masses-
fuck it-I'm past this!

And fuck you too
Yes, I must swear
Cause I know my big words
Never hit you square-
I could leave the bad words out-
Shall I get you the thesaurus while I shout..

Must I scream- to make this clear-
It's like a little demented bastard
has landed here-
And it's all unclear..
But-it's not-
and that's the part you never got..

This little world
and your little puzzle
shove them where both cheeks cuddle.
Then drown yourself in
your own  little puddle.

Seemed to me-I made it clear..
But I'll explain it better for you my dear

It was like the big bang Theory
oh shit, you don't follow..
No, it wasn't Darwin-
it's not about God though..!

Okay what if I say It's like my poems-
Oh yeah-can't-as you don't know them.

How about I describe it in song..
Can't do that either
We are a musical bomb..
never agree on who to put on.

There is just no good way to explain me to you-
and all you really say is a big old
Fuck who?

Fuck you-
I can't get tuned in
and don't want to.
Why do they always seek out my channel
amused and bemused and wrapped
in my pattern
Then pause it.

It's for myself I advocate
The lies of fools
do not negate
The me --you attempt
to harness-
Too late.
I don't wait...for you
them, him-we
What the fuck are you trying to relate..
Is it all too much for you again..
I refuse your bait.

Yes, Alas! your first tonight-
A smart ass will set a dumb ass right
It's always been my plight.
But not today..not here..not me..

I don't give a shit about this
and I am way beyond having the feeling-
You think if we sit and
some how plan it-
You will be blown onto my planet..

Again..just fuck off-you stupid fuck.

Mikimoondancer



Cinny
Fire of Insight
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Oh my god, these are all so amazing right now! Thanks for the entries guys!

kriticool
Fire of Insight
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.:A Musing After Final Introspective Analysis Has Incinerated Them:.



This is...as the fist is
All of it being recorded
So what would you have me say?
What would you have me do...Kiss the ring? Your cheek?
Would you have me take another peek?

Freak.

Don't answer that. Because this here is fact
I can’t get with that...But you need to get with this
Together we will never enjoin Bliss
There'll be NO trying; I'm not about The Risk
We ain't never~ever gonna be cool. I'm so positively not into you
I'm so undeniably without a doubt. I'm so through with you
See I'm over you. This is so much more than true
Look... I can see that with you there ain't nothin new
It's the same as our last week's chat & chew
It’s how it is when I told you. So don't even ask my crew
My address has changed and yes I've moved
Now act like a fresh tire and find a new groove
But not on my track. Your brain is whack
No ho...my eyes don't want you back
They've seen enough so don’t make this rough
Don’t make me mad and make things tough
Not even naked.. in the buff
A moment with me with you is not at all what’s up
So walk a new pup...but don’t creep my corner or stalk my hut

YO slut.. Notice..

Notice given to you
So you need to know this..
Know this like a rooster know cock
Know that we will never ever again run the clock
Separate or together or in any type of weather
Our Thing has stopped. Your play with me is an Unsalvageable Flop
Your eyes will Neverland nor make magic on me again

No ho; now PleeeeeezzzzzzeGo

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