Submissions by Dirtfarm
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
7th Feb 2014 2:57am
7th Feb 2014 2:57am
I’m scared of the tooth fairy
People often wonder why relationships don’t work
why did my husband, wife, girlfriend, or boyfriend leave me
maybe its cause we’re not honest with each other from the start
could be the teachings we are exposed to at that molding age
mommys and daddys make love cause it’s a beautiful thing
they sit each night in a bubble bath sipping champagne
following a trail of rose petals to the bedroom
really?
I read shit daily about “love making”
“I gazed in her eyes” she “was mesmerized by his nakedness”
bullshit I say
my cocks not sexy and her...
why did my husband, wife, girlfriend, or boyfriend leave me
maybe its cause we’re not honest with each other from the start
could be the teachings we are exposed to at that molding age
mommys and daddys make love cause it’s a beautiful thing
they sit each night in a bubble bath sipping champagne
following a trail of rose petals to the bedroom
really?
I read shit daily about “love making”
“I gazed in her eyes” she “was mesmerized by his nakedness”
bullshit I say
my cocks not sexy and her...
762 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Jan 2014 6:47pm
31st Jan 2014 6:47pm
The reality of building a bird house
Sipping on my golden ale
watching your daughter shake her ass
like she’s in a hard core rap video
I realize what a hypocritical world we live in
looking around the room, the true scum of society is at every turn
there’s deacon Jim sitting at the table in the back cause the light never works
hiding from any church member that may stop in to pray for the infidels
we have Judge Roberts sitting in the fuck me I’m important section
always ready for a quick dance
he moves a lot faster in here than he did in court last year
want say too much about...
watching your daughter shake her ass
like she’s in a hard core rap video
I realize what a hypocritical world we live in
looking around the room, the true scum of society is at every turn
there’s deacon Jim sitting at the table in the back cause the light never works
hiding from any church member that may stop in to pray for the infidels
we have Judge Roberts sitting in the fuck me I’m important section
always ready for a quick dance
he moves a lot faster in here than he did in court last year
want say too much about...
768 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Jan 2014 3:06am
28th Jan 2014 3:06am
100psi and holding
My girl is overwhelmingly Voluptuous
but missing the “meat” on the bones
she’s Quite but I can’t get her to shut her mouth
not being gasconading, But
I keep telling her to put Some clothes on
can’t sit naked by the window during the day
sun has a Way of ruining things over time
colostomy bag placed in atmospheric temperatures
want last long and gives a funny taste
I have paraskavedekatriaphobia
thank god it’s Only Thursday the 12th
daily showers only washes off yesterday’s lube
regardless if she’s magnanimous with the affection ...
but missing the “meat” on the bones
she’s Quite but I can’t get her to shut her mouth
not being gasconading, But
I keep telling her to put Some clothes on
can’t sit naked by the window during the day
sun has a Way of ruining things over time
colostomy bag placed in atmospheric temperatures
want last long and gives a funny taste
I have paraskavedekatriaphobia
thank god it’s Only Thursday the 12th
daily showers only washes off yesterday’s lube
regardless if she’s magnanimous with the affection ...
861 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th Jan 2014 00:41am
25th Jan 2014 00:41am
Who used all the hair spray
I was sitting for a while
not long enough for the legs to go numb
but the perfect time just when the legs start to tingle
flipping through my phone
I came across one of those 80’s songs
when the hair was long and it was expectable to wear those fucked up sweat bands
remember the short shorts
the ones that required a jock strap
cause the sack was always even with the bottom
made the man toe acceptable at a church function
anyway, I pressed play
hey Mickey you so fine you so fine you blow my mind
came blaring out my phone cause the volume was...
not long enough for the legs to go numb
but the perfect time just when the legs start to tingle
flipping through my phone
I came across one of those 80’s songs
when the hair was long and it was expectable to wear those fucked up sweat bands
remember the short shorts
the ones that required a jock strap
cause the sack was always even with the bottom
made the man toe acceptable at a church function
anyway, I pressed play
hey Mickey you so fine you so fine you blow my mind
came blaring out my phone cause the volume was...
677 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Jan 2014 8:28pm
24th Jan 2014 8:28pm
Have you ever heard a butterfly sing
It’s funny how silence has a way of helping you find yourself
not some divine intervention shit
but what you are truly made of deep in the guts
many crack at the sound of the gavel
others crumble on the road to retribution
several are just born a bitch
and a few find a warrior in the stillness
you never really know what you are before judgment day
when the clattering of doors stop and the light dim
your true self will emerge
so the next time you want to show out at the club
poke ya chest out in front of your friends
remember that I fucked...
not some divine intervention shit
but what you are truly made of deep in the guts
many crack at the sound of the gavel
others crumble on the road to retribution
several are just born a bitch
and a few find a warrior in the stillness
you never really know what you are before judgment day
when the clattering of doors stop and the light dim
your true self will emerge
so the next time you want to show out at the club
poke ya chest out in front of your friends
remember that I fucked...
703 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2014 00:46am
22nd Jan 2014 00:46am
They say there’s gold in them thar hills
found out early that I was missing that hollow muscular organ
old man’s motto to everything was” it’s along way from your heart son rub some dirt on it”
I wondered if it was the beer and whiskey talking or did he really know best
could have just been filling the void after mom disappeared into the local crack house
whispers would emerge from time to time when she was spotted on 140 Pine Street
heard the bitch passed a year before my old man’s liver shut down
it’s all hard to grasp when your 14
my aunt handled me and the situation the best she knew how
doctors...
old man’s motto to everything was” it’s along way from your heart son rub some dirt on it”
I wondered if it was the beer and whiskey talking or did he really know best
could have just been filling the void after mom disappeared into the local crack house
whispers would emerge from time to time when she was spotted on 140 Pine Street
heard the bitch passed a year before my old man’s liver shut down
it’s all hard to grasp when your 14
my aunt handled me and the situation the best she knew how
doctors...
816 reads
10 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
18th Jan 2014 3:59am
18th Jan 2014 3:59am
I have a dream that all will be free one day
914 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Jan 2014 3:16pm
16th Jan 2014 3:16pm
I never got my change back
Looking deep into your eyes
a distant face from my past comes rushing back
vision blurred
I remember you swinging around that pole to the beat of Lil Jon
squatting in front of me with legs spread wide
I would smile every time you shook that ass and made my dollar fall from your twat
yes, I fell in love with you as soon as the first bill hit the floor
Angel the one and only stripper to steal my heart
for the comp "First Impression"
a distant face from my past comes rushing back
vision blurred
I remember you swinging around that pole to the beat of Lil Jon
squatting in front of me with legs spread wide
I would smile every time you shook that ass and made my dollar fall from your twat
yes, I fell in love with you as soon as the first bill hit the floor
Angel the one and only stripper to steal my heart
for the comp "First Impression"
752 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Jan 2014 4:54am
7th Jan 2014 4:54am
The sweet sounds of the Holidays
I stare at the reflection in the mirror
can’t help but nod at the silly bastard
survived another year
with all the shit you’ve smoked and poked
it should have buried you years ago
I see the secret in that devilish smile
It’s those damn bells
the Salvation Army bells that drive you to the point of insanity
with every smiling prick that asks the same fucking question
with each trip in and out of the store
“do you care to give today”
I look forward to these words throughout the year
yes crazy as it sounds, this keeps me alive
I tell myself...
can’t help but nod at the silly bastard
survived another year
with all the shit you’ve smoked and poked
it should have buried you years ago
I see the secret in that devilish smile
It’s those damn bells
the Salvation Army bells that drive you to the point of insanity
with every smiling prick that asks the same fucking question
with each trip in and out of the store
“do you care to give today”
I look forward to these words throughout the year
yes crazy as it sounds, this keeps me alive
I tell myself...
722 reads
4 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
19th Nov 2013 5:00am
19th Nov 2013 5:00am
Her wings may be dirty, but she knows how to f**k
1270 reads
14 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Nov 2013 3:49pm
8th Nov 2013 3:49pm
My girl has morals
With the expectations of society
maturity is a merciless awakening
yet I ride the borderline of not giving a fuck
you remind me of an animal
an animal that will never truly cover its scent
due to the shit that falls in its track
your delusions of grandeur
want hide the warm goo that runs down both legs
miss home wrecker
Shhhhh
don’t’ worry baby
there is still time to save the gays
maturity is a merciless awakening
yet I ride the borderline of not giving a fuck
you remind me of an animal
an animal that will never truly cover its scent
due to the shit that falls in its track
your delusions of grandeur
want hide the warm goo that runs down both legs
miss home wrecker
Shhhhh
don’t’ worry baby
there is still time to save the gays
564 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2013 2:19am
2nd Nov 2013 2:19am
The disease my doctor cant diagnosis
I tread on a road masked by teensy thread
lovey-dovey, wishy-washy
I want to ride in the dog and pony show
shake the bloody hand of true gangsters
while bacteria spreads through paradise
repetition has become far too simple
don’t bitch and moan of life’s problems
wipe the piss from the yellow brick road
burn the rags and blow that beautiful white smoke
escaping from the inevitable
a puppet that lost its appeal
Ahhh, regret
never could muster much up
diagnosed with assholism
my thoughts ruminate into gibberish
that fails the...
lovey-dovey, wishy-washy
I want to ride in the dog and pony show
shake the bloody hand of true gangsters
while bacteria spreads through paradise
repetition has become far too simple
don’t bitch and moan of life’s problems
wipe the piss from the yellow brick road
burn the rags and blow that beautiful white smoke
escaping from the inevitable
a puppet that lost its appeal
Ahhh, regret
never could muster much up
diagnosed with assholism
my thoughts ruminate into gibberish
that fails the...
746 reads
2 Comments
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