I knew when I wrote it that it would be offensive to certain crowds but it turns out I've gotten nothing but positive response, even from the women. When I performed it there were 3 out of 5 women judges and I got the second highest score for the round. That might be because they know my real beliefs and the offensive stuff was more like jokes.

I have nothing against "closet poetry" as I called it. I gave it that name because it's not something you share, it's a completely different kind of art and you have to be really looking to find it. I've got over 150 poems I've written like that.

I do thank you very kindly for your input and intelligent response!

Just finished this a few minutes ago.


Maladjusted always trusted planning to be busted
Because this is too wrong to go unscathed
Holdin up hobos at McDonalds asking for ideas
I gave one a penny for his thoughts
And he asked for my two cents
And though I am the type to change
I'm not the type to carry it
Only a card I say as I fold my bills away
I could see he was ready to strangle
Because he knew from the jangle
I had 92 cents
So I budged and soon he would be begrudged
Over our double meat cheesburgers with no onions he confessed
Homeless because he got too many ladies undressed
Mouths going unfed because he over-bred
So at this moment I was wishing the bastard dead
Wanna send out a big fuck you to James Hicks
and all other worthless washed up pricks
This is why I think twice before giving wine and rice
Once upon another heart broken day
I drunkly stumbled about the Riverwalk
Searching for sympathetic empathy
From one who'd made less of their life than me
And I tripped upon out of note chords
From an unstrung flute played by Grey Stevens
I told him I was at odds
And he told me how to make them evens
Sad over a girl I was crazy for then
and though I'd been over her I know there's no getting over her
Even though we would work like a paraplegic window cleaner
Having a future like a single mother of seventeen with gangreen
Having a past like K-Fed and B-Spears
Growing dragon wings and moving on from that thought now
Maladjusted always trusted planning to be busted
Because this is too wrong to go unscathed
Stealthfully stealing quotes from eavesdropped conversations
Painfully twisting new gossip into compromising positions
Ignorantly misunderstanding words with well intentions
Reading parts of books I judged by the cover
Spying on mainstream media
Telling all the friends I'm busy then playing scrabble by myself
Purposefully pick pocketing lines from songs I hardly know
Illegally downloading tunes to light up and think phillosophicly to
Paying pennies on the dollar to infiltrate thoughts of a scholar

So yes, I'm a prejudice, thieving, pot headed whore.

Stealing words and lines that don't exist till I create them
Prejudice because it's hard to be shocked if your not
Mind fucking both sexes because it's twice as much fun
and lighting up a bit to polish it off
Maladjusted always trusted planning to be busted
Because this is too wrong to go unscathed

This post was edited by 99white99 on Sep 14 2008 09:23am

its sooo much easier for me to read them than just hear them though i dont have your awesome appearance involved there ;D

great as always, i still wonder how you manage to write that twisted sh** lol

thumbs up bro.




aaah, hindsights ;D *teardrop*

This post was edited by DarkRome on Sep 14 2008 09:31am

Ahhh yes hindsights2020.com...shame I lost it Not really sure what happened.

Glad you enjoyed the read

=b=

Last night's slam was the greatest!

Some girl got up and sang a whole poem...It doesn't break any rules but people generally frown upon it and make jokes...even if the singer is good. So it just so happens I was right after her...I sang one of my poems just to spite her. Audience loved it but the judges didn't find it half as humorous.

Party at my place afterwards turned out small but nice...Me and 4 bi girls

No I didn't get to have all of them They were all wearing my clothes while they were here though.

This post was edited by 99white99 on Oct 8 2008 07:29am

some more

Well last slam some girl came up to me and talked to me...I didn't pay much attention because I was there with two other girls I liked talking to them...The next day she found me on myspace and we started talking a little bit. After about 2 hours of that I had to go to work so I gave her my phone number to txt me at work...ended up with 200+ inbox messages and the same amount of outbox messages...Just like...hitting it off being on the same page as each other in everything we talked about. The same thing happened the next day...talked on myspace till I worked then text messages. Saturday I showed up at her work at 11 pm like she asked me to and I took her home...We had the greatest time and she just left a few hours ago, now Monday morning. Crazy how well we hit it off. I was sleeping around with a few girls telling all of them I did not want to get into a relationship and I definately would not get into one...Now I find myself crazy about this girl and her just as crazy for me. I haven't been so happy about a girl since I got my first girlfriend in junior high.

The girl hasn't spent a night away from me since that Saturday night and is now paying for half the rent and groceries

Here is a picture of us playing around







Then there is this poem...I just finished writing it a few minutes ago



I will paper cut you with paper that's been doused in deep thought
Shank you with a pencil dull and short from working like swollen stomach slaves
Mind fuck you against your will with no protection crossing fingers hoping it's contagious
Impregnate you with questionable words and raise with you our mistake
Diseased, disturbed, dazzling, disgusting but most of all diplomatic and deranged
Odds are dipendant off of some sort of condescendant
We could even adopt in hopes of having them adapt
Make our own little city
No, no make our own little state
Our state of unblessed incest that are always undressed
Then we will call it Ararkansas
and spell it O-U-R-A-R-K-A-N-S-A-S
The state bird would be the Duck Billed Platypus
and the state flower would be a halucinogenic strain of fungi which is infact not a flower at all!
We will not merely be a territory of the United States like Puerto Rico, Guam or the Virgin Islands
We will demand a star, the 51st mother fucking star!
We will be that annoying state that always votes for the Green or Libertarian Party
and we will never, I repeat never vote democratic or republican
...unless Chuck Norris or Sanjia runs for one of those parties in which case it will be the second unanimous vote in the history of the United States
We will not have a state motto but we will have a state safety word and that safety word will be...HARDER
We will put the mass in sadomasochism
And we will have gardens
Acres and acres of beautiful gardens and not because it ties into the poem but because I simply like gardens
There will be no sales tax on our ciggarettes and we will have socialistic tendencies
Our governer will be a slightly obese gay black woman
Polygamy will be prevalent but not just between people
Our citizens will be urged to marry and have sexual intercourse not only with multiple persons but multiple ideas, imaginative beings, objects and cartoon charachters
Girl on girl action will not be hott just because it is girl on girl action
Rules for the english language will be completely abolished
If you want to spell Hippopotomus K-U-P-I-D and pronounce it Flower today and Anal sex tomorrow
No one will give a flying fuck
A $400 sales tax will be imposed on all unattractive panties to make up for our lack of sales tax on ciggarettes
Fat girls YOU can wear sexy panties too! Or you can fund the state, either way you WILL be loved!
Most importantly our bottled water will cost a mere 5 cents to cover the price of the bottle and the bottle alone!
We will not rob you of what the imaginative man in the sky gave us for free
Growing dragon wings and flying back to the begining of the poem to creat a solid and strong closing as Miss Johnson once advised me back in 4th grade...
In case you did not notice I not only wrote a poem with sexual innuendos that promoted rape and violence but I actually based the creation of a state off of it and I would have continued if I were

not expected to finish within 3 minutes.

Just finished this...




When I was 9 years old I ran away from a family my grandmother illegally placed me in, after getting caught 10 hours later I got several swats and a lecture that carried on for a few hours but the most memorable quotes heard were the following...

If your mother really loved you don't you think you would be living with her instead of us...
Your mother was and is too busy with her drugs for you.
No one wanted you, that is why you are with us.
Your grandmother, your dad, the Spaniell's, Jeff, Cindy, your other foster families...They didn't want you.
We took you in.

The first few rough drafts of this poem started with me screaming obscenities at this part in the direction of the ever so loving and kind preacher and teacher that took me in and spoke these words to me...I decided instead I would take the advice I'm sure the grandmother that gave me to them would give to me now...If you can't say anything nice don't say anything at all...I don't feel like not saying anything at all so I will say only nice things. Only kind things to the person I've always loved the most in my life...My mother.

So this is what I remember...

I remember softies and her voice accompanying my fleeting thoughts as top eyelid would meet bottom eye lid and reality melded into dreams. I remember mornings on the way to the methadone clenic eating fresh blue berry muffins...I remember hearing the ice cream truck sparking me and her into action scratching just enough change together to get me and my sister a treat. I remember her finally giving in to letting me have a cat then her reluctantly agreeing to let me name it Consis. I remember eating real dinners on plates that wern't paper. Then I even remember when I was taken away from my mom hoping I was just in the middle of a really long bad dream and one day I would wake up looking into her eyes and everything would be back to normal...Hell even at 21 years old I sometimes hope I'm still in that dream and one day I'm going to wake up looking into her eyes and everything would be back to normal...When I ran away for good and moved in with my mom at 15 I remember me making excuses to not go to school and I remember her making excuses for me to not go to school and we would sit and spend the day catching up on years that unfortunately were not dreams. I remember her being the only one working and never seeing her eat so that she could support me and her unemployeed husband. I remember her always doing everything she could for me even when she had Hepatitis C and could barely do anything for herself and if I had more than 3 minutes to read this poem I would tell you a million more memories but instead I will sum it up by telling you a few things I can't for the life of me remember...I can't remember my drug addicted mother doing a single drug in front of me, I can't remember her neglecting me, I can't remember ever feeling like I had to lie about anything, I can't remember her abusing me, and most importantly I can't remember a single time I felt unwanted.

So to the Millers and anyone else that doubts my mother's love...I've been thru shit in my life that most never will have to go thru but I'll bet you 5 pleasant dreams the majority of you can at some point remember things in your life happening that I just said I never remembered having to go thru in mine.