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J_J_Jay_Jr
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tell me

emo1
Fire of Insight
United States 7awards
Joined 31st Oct 2011
Forum Posts: 190

Poetry Contest

tell me all
tell me all that you have done that you shouldn't have. tell me the dirty deeds that you are secretly proud of. did you drug your boss, screw your brothers friend maybe your step dad. tell the dirty little secrets.  

poet Anonymous

Da secrytt summher revealed

Once upponna tyme eye wuz visitin' da gyrl next dore.
Sum folks cawed her a whoore butt eye wuzint convynced sew eye went uh callin'.
Eye axed her fore sum shugar und she gave me da hole bowl.
Damm she wuz sahwheat.
She beet mai meet ryte onda kicheon kounther.
Eye never tole know wun 'bout itt until eye wroate dis poeum.
Wee dyd uther tings dat hole summher.
We phucked alott.
She tawt me how tew eat an oystirr witout uh krackher.
Eye reelee don't theenk she wuzza whoore.
Eye just theenk she liked sexx wit evrybodee und teechin' mee how tew eat her oystirr.

BoFantastic
Thought Provoker
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Joined 24th Apr 2014
Forum Posts: 333

That's A No No, You Ho Ho

I ain't tellin you shit
you's a bitch, you's a snitch
trying to get the info on my genius skills
rather tell a rat where the cheese is
than tell you about my secret Jesus
you must be smarter than that, you hussy
you smoke a bag a day and you too fussy
until you sucking it hard down your throat
you are not even close to being a poet
you bathe with butter then roll around in corn flakes
you's a cheap trick and you's a fake
the only paper you chase is paper plates
now silence thy unpleasant treachery
I ain't tellin you shit, you're the toilet paper
I wipe my ass with

snugglebuck
Dangerous Mind
United States 77awards
Joined 3rd Feb 2014
Forum Posts: 1873

HELL'S FREEZEWAY

The greatest sins I've ever committed
Was when I was my most self righteous
The road to Hell is paved with good intentions
And is made slipper when covered with pious ice
So in my old age here is my advice
Never let dogma define what's right

poet Anonymous

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DancingAlone
Calum Oliver
Twisted Dreamer
United States 3awards
Joined 16th Jan 2015
Forum Posts: 64

Put the flame
From the fire
To my skin
To feel the burn
Got addicted
Went insane
Loved the scars
Loved the pain
Didn't hide
Didn't lie
Didn't care
I lived for fire.

Grace
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 25th Aug 2011
Forum Posts: 16328

I hurt a lot


I hurt a lot
one fine day
I thought
I really did
think I amounted
to something

seems I didn't.

caxton
Thought Provoker
United States 1awards
Joined 9th July 2013
Forum Posts: 158

I helped a friend fake his death
Then I brought him back to life.
How far would you be willing to go
To save a life?

J_J_Jay_Jr
Fire of Insight
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Joined 20th Sep 2012
Forum Posts: 218

I'll tell you

 
I'll tell you what you were.    
 
You were a notch on my bed post,    
locker room bragging rights.    
 
You were a cunt to receive my dick,    
a receiver of my wet dream's emissions.    
 
You were a blonde to follow the redhead,    
not as good as the brunet.    
 
You were way too short, barely up to my chin,    
not fun size at all.    
 
Your boobs were so small, most boys have more,    
couldn't fill a training bra.    
 
You were skinny, arms bony and legs gangly,    
all skeletal angles and points.    
 
You were a slippery mouth with a wet double jointed tongue,    
that swallowed my cum.    
 
Your mop head's hair, never combed, much less fixed,    
made good handles to hold your mouth around my cock.    
 
Your eyes were out of a cartoon, shadowed like a raccoon,  
one green and one blue.    
 
Your fingers were anorexic, without the grip of a noodle,    
barely good to stroke me before I entered you.    
 
Your ass was something to grip with my hands,    
as I unload my cum inside you.    
 
That's why I ignored you when I was with my guys.    
 
So why did it shatter my heart, cause me to sink to my knees,    
and wish I could die?    
 
When you walked out of my life, with a tear in your eye,    
and whispered over your shoulder,    
"I loved you."

gazellemon
Bradley J
Fire of Insight
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Joined 6th Mar 2014
Forum Posts: 372

BoFantastic said:That's A No No, You Ho Ho

I ain't tellin you shit
you's a bitch, you's a snitch
trying to get the info on my genius skills
rather tell a rat where the cheese is
than tell you about my secret Jesus
you must be smarter than that, you hussy
you smoke a bag a day and you too fussy
until you sucking it hard down your throat
you are not even close to being a poet
you bathe with butter then roll around in corn flakes
you's a cheap trick and you's a fake
the only paper you chase is paper plates
now silence thy unpleasant treachery
I ain't tellin you shit, you're the toilet paper
I wipe my ass with


I am not a moderator, but if you don't want to participate and share your secrets, then gtfo. I would expect an insecure child to post this kind of immature garbage. If you could, please don't leave a trial of your filth all over this site... thaannks...


gazellemon
Bradley J
Fire of Insight
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Joined 6th Mar 2014
Forum Posts: 372

It appears I killed this competition,
So I'll bring it back with this transmission,
Listen I have fucked up,
Took too many drugs one night for fun,
went out to the club with some friends,
one couldn't handle the trip,
a psychotic break I'd never seen,
He repeatedly screamed,
His girlfriend cried and looked to me,
It was so bad I had to call the police,
He was out in the middle of the street,
speaking loudly to something no one could see,
A party city I'm sure they have seen this before,
But I still can't believe the cops let him leave in our custody,
Afterwards we could barely get him in the back seat,
But I couldn't endure him repeating none-sense,
I had options so I retreated quickly after the scene,
I still cant believe what this all means,
He must have had sweet dreams,
Cuz he woke up and couldn't remember a thing,

emo1
Fire of Insight
United States 7awards
Joined 31st Oct 2011
Forum Posts: 190

thank you all for posting. you make it all hard to judge

blueeyes415263
Thought Provoker
United States
Joined 9th July 2010
Forum Posts: 78

What Daddy Doesn't Know...


You know what they all say, about the preachers daughter...
Trouble, mischievous and even a bit promiscuous is her name...

But I was that sweet lil innocent thing, always did what I was told...
Then after being ripped, tattered and torn I didn't care anymore...

I found myself, in the bars late at night dancing and singing the blues...
Downing drinks like water, I found my favorite friends falling at my feet...

I danced an illusion, paid to be entertaining...
Sweet lil smile to match my sweet lil personailty, but I really didn't care....

Dance in the club on Saturdays, sang in the choir on Sunday's, but what daddy didn't know didn't hurt him right...


Daddy always knew, but loved me all the same


By: RFuller 3/10/15

poet Anonymous

Yung luv

Eye gott raypd bye uh 28 year old rapisst when eye wuz forteene.
Eye luvd evry mynitt uv itt.
Eye luvd evry posishinn tew.
69 und 64.
Eye wantdid Moore
butt mee mum sed know.
Wee kept itt uh secrytt frum daddee.
Butt eye nebber foregott.
Eye luv older chikks.

toniscales
Lost Girl
Fire of Insight
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Joined 16th Dec 2014
Forum Posts: 424

Too Much Information

My step-dad used to pretend to be affectionate.
But this only started when I turned thirteen.
(Before, he'd only hit me and never embrace me.)
I have vague memories of things that could not
be called molestation. My shrinks always liked
to use the word "harassment." But there were
strange gropings in the night, glances that made
me shiver, etc. There was even one time when
I had fallen asleep on the living room couch
in my pink silk nightgown and I woke up suddenly
and he was holding me and saying "Happy birthday!"
But it wasn't my birthday. Anyways, now I've
got a dirty little secret. I always have dreams
of making love to an old man, and instead of
them being terrifying, they are blissful.
Perhaps the mind appropriates trauma
by learning to find pleasure within its perimeters.
Or maybe I'm just a sick f*ck.

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