Frustration

Write a poem about something that frustrates you.
Old or new

Good luck

As God Intended


Why is it forbidden
To walk without clothes
Why must our genitals be hidden
Pretend that no one knows

We give rise to titillation
The nudges and the winks
Insincere flirtation
Juvenile high jinks

In an free and open society
Seeing genitals would be the norm
There would be much less impropriety
Making it easier to conform

Oh! why can I not skinny dip
Whereever seems the best
See a spot and just strip
Without fear of arrest

The world just seems full of prudes
Engendering false piety
I believe that allowing nudes
Would make for a better society

hate to love her
 
I was pissed and she was pissed off
Neither of us gave a shit what the other was feeling
It was more important to be right 
 
We'll just talk, is what she said 
Fuck that 
 
Soon as I saw her walk in
in a skirt 
I knew where the conversation was going to start 
and end 
 
I pushed her towards the couch 
from behind 
She tried to turn around
Too late
 
Her skirt was hiked to her waist
Panties to her knees 
I kneeled to kiss her round full ass 
Buried my mouth over her swollen lips
She mocked protest 
 
I could hear her staccato panting, You asshole
 
Then when my tongue slipped inside her and over her tip,
Oh Papi 
 
melting 
 
But I wouldn't let her finish
Grabbed her by her hair 
And reined her in face first 
to my throbbing indignation 
I wanted her to choke on it 
Strangle her very thoughts of isolating me 
to a forgotten chamber 
 
She hated to love this feeling
But loved to hate orchestrated routine
 
She gagged with tears but I kept thrusting
Barely letting her breathe
Her hair, a prize fighter's tape wrapped round my hand
commanding her motion 
 
With the other I spanked her
Releasing muted screams
Strawberries trapped in caramel, the varnish of her skin 
 
She hated to love
But loved to hate 
 
I fingered the channel my tongue had glided upon
It was an arroyo now
And she was biting my inner thigh 
 
I jerked her head hard
Tearing my own flesh 
 
I need to bathe in her waters
Fuck bathe 
Drown me
I want to suffocate 
 
She's straddling my portals of comprehension
Deconstructing gravity for evaporation of my membrane 
My arms coiled and locked over thighs
to choke me with the source of those waters
I'm kicking violently 
Damn near pass out 
 
because I love to hate
And hate to love 
 
 

...

eighteen thousand times
I've gone to my knees for you
so why's the world fucked

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INSOMNIA

(FOR THOSE WHO CANT SLEEP)

Morpheus you traitor!
Why have you abandoned me?
And Left me to the mercies Of my destructive mind.
The cruelty of silence,
The ceiling,
Engulfing walls.
The constant drip Of some faraway tap.
This bed of sorrow,
This trap of regret,
and those forgotton voices That linger within my soul.
Oh please Morpheus!
Won't you lay, Your cool hand Upon my brow,
And wash away today.

Dead to Me

After the funeral
When everyone has gone away
People expect you to get better
They expect you to move on,
They want you to grieve
To cry
To hurt
To keep living
And move on to new love,
Their expectations are just
Society’s socially constructed
Synthetic sympathy,
I am going to cry
But on my own terms,
I am going to grieve
But you needn’t know,
You know nothing of
My pain
My sorrow
I’m sorry I feel too much
Care too much,
My condolences to you
You’re feelings have died
But mine are alive

Grandiloquent


Dirk was too gregarious
against gravity
maintaing potential
Glut of contributions but a dearth.

Itinerant
When it prevails
The precursor of cold
Based on premise.

Larry was sacked
of the act of turpitude.
Unconscionable
My thoughts are transient
Rather moving
To be torpid sometimes
A sordid outpost of despair and crime

The jittery made by sporadic gunfire..... Unforgettable.

BITCH

CHANGE YOUR MIND AT THE DROP OF A HAT
LIE
CHEAT
DECEIVE

GO OUT LATE, NO CALLS, NO TEXTS
TELL ME LIES, STINKY SEX

YOU SMELL LIKE YOUR OTHER LOVER
CANNOT HAVE THIS

FAKE A SMILE
YOU ARE SO SLIMY

I WANT TO WRING YOUR PRETTY LITTLE NECK
I LOVE YOU
HATE YOU
NEED YOU

WHY CAN YOU NOT BE TRUE TO ME?
IM LOYAL, TILL THE END
PUSH ME...THE END IS NIGH

welcome to hell i can seldom tell one who blew down and fell up like me. Pipe dream that i no longer have a broken psyche.
I wake up brightly but everyday just to spite me something else is missin`.
Today they took the carpet off the floor beat down the door like so no place for the landlords notice of eviction. Lord of all the land spite me with your frightening lightening bring it.
My homes invaded even my bathroom i know just by whome it was last used all of our prescriptions missin'.
No car outside, no ride, no job, no food inside the kitchen.
No family no food like happy fuckin thanksgivin`.
To them i say good riddence,
dont expect no visits inside your prisons.
Yall so evil give me visions i cannot forgive this
I'll rectify this if i have to testify... a witness to the witless and Im angry at you all so frustrated,
fucked and hated
by those with luck or saviors.
All of us who try to be for a future of love in danger on God himselves hitlist.
Nothings braver than nature give or take some grave dirt never forget this.
when i too, maybe someone like you, who in this future gets crusified all that I'll have lefts this.^

Dr. Fuck You Green Eggs And Ham

I don't like green eggs and ham
who the fuck eats green eggs and ham?
no fool in their right mind finds green eggs delicious
what kind of crack you gotta smoke to write about green eggs
why in the hell did they read us Dr. Seuss in school?
what the fuck were they thinking, that shit was weird as fuck
if you read us books, read us books that make sense
and don't fuck our minds up
our minds our easily influenced by all the sights and sounds
and of all the shit you feed us, you give us some cracked out
shit story about green eggs and ham
it ain't charming, it ain't chivalrous, it's downright disturbing
Dr. Seuss will fuck your mind up

Heaven Only Knows


How do I have the bliss like before?
Do we really actually have a choice?
Can you at least answer my voice?

I just want the chance to reopen my door

So that I alone
with only myself to blame
can change the way I live and play
with a choice that's free
like it was before the birth of me
I hope you remember that
it wasn't me that ate that fruit

I'm not the one to blame
it was snake that started this game
when the door was slammed closed
we were all suddenly transformed
and we didn't even have a say

Heaven only knows
how good it used to feel
living a life with
no jealously, no greed and without wearing clothes
not like the vision we now see in the world
in your face and on the TV

But if you were so really kind
you would give me a break and restore mankind
your concept could work, hand in hand
we would all try harder to stay in your game

Humans would make a statement
while the past is being restored
come put my mind back, to the year 1964
and I will open the right door.

I bind my chest,
Till its hard to breathe,
And cut my hair so short.
Clothes to big and minds too small,
Wish I could ignore them all.
Wrong pronouns, wrong bathroom,
Not the right parts, "you're not a dude!"
Little minded people who can never learn
That simple things they don't think about are what hurts the most.

"Strings Attached"

Love is a many splintered thing...        
with strings attached, sewing us together        
Until heart-threads get wound into a noose        
tying us into bondage        
Face to face we become puppets of lust        
that never come together in a kiss        
While noses grow longer from one lie or another        
pushing us further and further apart        
When instead we could form bonds        
that wrap us in each others arms        
We must cut the intertwining chords        
dangling our hearts above a boiling pit of pain        
To set them free eternally        
drifting deeply into the wings of uplifting love        
Instead of forever falling into the fire        
of unfulfilled desire        
Releasing the baggage of the past        
that has held us down for far too long    
When two hearts finally learn to be free        
then ascend into the flames of ravenous passion  


(jj johnson)

The Game of lets Pretend

the addiction to the look
to the want and desire
the blazing needing fire
all consuming lust

the goose pimples all over
the arch of the back
the eyes half closed
the lips moist

the flood before the dam
broke before the onslaught
of sweet conquering
the giving and taking

eyes looking inwards
to the geysers of life
split atoms of a universe
of inner fire and snow  

sighs that shake the foundation
of a soul within a shroud
of blanket in the cool morning air
another lonely day to go through

travel a day
to a night of lets pretend
it never has to end.