I am offended at how often you take offense
To the truth told to you without stroking your hair
And offering an apology
I find it offensive that you get so upset with me
Any time I tell you I disagree
The state of offense you're in constantly
Is not offensive to only me
None of us want to walk always on eggshells
I think you should be offended
With your own **** self

Nobody has ever died of broken heart
That was not done by their own hand
Broken hearts are not terminal
But they can convince you that they are
Broken hearts are cured by time
Or by being blown off course

I think he's got a crush on me
But he's too shy to admit
But I'm pretty sure he likes me
Because he keeps talking ****

You wonder what happened to
All those valley girls
They weren't very bright
But they entertained the world
They brought a little comedy
To cut through all the gloom
But what a sad tragedy
When they all gagged to death on spoons

I don't know what's harder
Loving someone too much
Or having someone you care about
Love you too much
Either end is painful

I didn't lose my mind
I know where I left it
It got stuck to some guy's jacket
And I couldn't follow him around
Without being a creep
My mind will come back to me
It always finds it's home
But I am an owner of a mind
That surely loves to roam.

I'm not sure what is worse
Being under the influence
Or being under influenced

I'm starting to think the definition of "*****" is
"someone my man wants to ****."

Or

"Someone who will **** someone, but not me"

I'm not sure that being gay
Means you should hashtag everything you write
With #gay
You're discussing the weather,
And I'm just not sure Mother Nature is a lesbian.

Political correctness
Dictates subjects we should not address
Yet we've elected a leader who isn't politically correct

Sit and rest a while
Maybe we can bring back that smile
Lessons can be hard to learn
And we have all had our turn
But just like we have made it through
You will find that you can, too
Just sit and rest a while

There is no problem worth your life
We've all had our share of strife
Looming monsters, big today
Tomorrow will seem child's play
Take the chance, and give a try
Don't believe in your brain's lie
Tomorrow is another day
You can make it go your way

I'm thankful I'm going to their house, and I don't have to cook.

You can't blame that guy because he doesn't love you anymore
He wasn't an ******* just two days before
But now that he's told you he's all done with you
He's suddenly turned to a devilish brute
That's the thing about being victim of the break
All the things that you loved, are now reason to hate

You're so full of ****
Someone needs to say it
But you will sit
And claim I'm full of ****
It's a prerequisite
For people full of ****
To see it fit
In all who claim you're full of ****

Have you ever noticed
The only wild animals which flourish
In human's company
Are the pigeon and the rat?
Have you ever noticed
Now what do you think of that?

Cutting out those who disagree
Is the path to inner destruction
Nobody is right all the time
There are only those who
Think they are always right
Ever notice how they would rather
Ex people out, than prove their theory?

It was lost
But not at such a terrible cost
For, you see
It's not possible
To find something that's never been lost

He's the guy who sent his **** pic
Before one of his face
I rolled my eyes, and pressed delete
He's lost to cyberspace
Later one public user inquired of his worth
I had to read the comments
The best one was the first
With dead pan wit, one woman said
he's a real *******

The one who the one you're in love with is in love with
Is never gonna be good enough
According to you
But me thinks your opinion is slightly askew

Oh, I'm gonna give it to you
I'm gonna give it to you good
And once I have done it
You will always wish I would
Up and down
All around
Oiled, with my scent
You should know my back massages
Feel like Heaven sent

You may take it however you do
But calling someone on their ******* is a form of affection
It's much easier to tease the village idiot behind his back
Than teach him different

Please try to refrain
Placing all that blame
Your faults and failures are all your own
Last time I checked, you were grown
There is somebody
Responsible for your misery
Namely you, baby
I don't want to be a mean witch
But truth, just like karma
Can be a real *****

Prostitution is illegal
I'm not sure that makes any sense
First it is her own body
And how could it be a crime
To charge for what you can give away for free?

I wish that I could be a ****
But I'm not built that way
Though I'm not sure what makes a ****
The line seems pretty grey
Maybe I'll define a **** the way that most guys do
A ****'s a girl who sleeps around
With anyone, but you

Hey, you oddball guy
Who has just messaged me out of the blue
Acting like we have some common history
Going on about some imagined (or at the very least, forgotten) exchange
I'm not sure if this is some new pickup tactic,
Or maybe, you're a freak
Either way, please
GET THE MESSAGE, and stop sending them to me

Perfect is a fluid word
None of us know what it really is
We think we know
Or at least that we recognize it when we see it
But the truth is, none of us have seen perfection
Because perfect doesn't exist
It's the mirage in the distance that we all strive to achieve
But every "perfect" thing could, in some small way, be better

I used to live in piece, but now I am in peaces.  
They're is no way
The voices are louder
And now, there coming closer to their

I just can't keep my mouth shut
When I disagree
Silently listening to *******
Well, that's just not me
But I invite the same from you
Call me on it, please, please do
Let's all agree to refuse
To tolerate the ******* blues
If you encounter *******
Please get rid of it
Especially
If it's coming from me

He's that guy I'm flirting with
When I'm across the room
Having a conversation with anyone else

I've decided I want to be a unicorn
Is there yet a term for a human who no longer identifies as human?

I don't want to be a doubting Thomas
Cuz we all hate that guy
But I'm quite sure
Love is nothing like
When the moon hits your eye
Like a big pizza pie

We may finally get it
Though it may be to late
We should all accept
The opposite of "gay"
Is not "straight"

When you come across a person
And you can't say really why
But there's some sort of connection
And they make you fly
Mystical, maybe
Could be your baby
But there's some sort of reckoning
That keeps you checking
And they never let you down
That's the thing about the mystical
They are so **** magical
What more could you hope for in a guy?

There is no such thing as
A Valentine
There are only Valentines
Some of us are blessed
With Valentines
Through the ages
Most of us
Are not
(But that's all *******. I've seen "a Valentine," and so have you, but they are very rare.

You'd think I wouldn't want to be
Somebody's Nobody
But it's far more preferable, you see, to Nobody's Somebody

I tried to open a business
It turned into a big flop
Apparently it turns out
You need a bathroom in a coffee shop

They've been newly put
On the endangered species list
They used to be quite plentiful
But soon, they'll be sorely missed
If you happen to see one
Please share, so all may know it
The very nearly extinct
The contented, happy poet
(Company loves misery)

It is not fatal
But no one has ever been cured
Doctors have tried
But they are not able
To put a stop to the absurd

Is there a more dismissive line
Than the word "fine?"
"How do I look, dear?"
"You look fine"
Oh baby, I just tossed you a line
You picked it up, and set it free
But you didn't even look at me

Being that I am a female
I am used to being put upon uncomfortably by my own body
Need I go any further than *******
Although I could
Society, however
Is my ***

I love when I know you are in the same space
When our minds are clicking
And working off each other like cogs that love coming around to their shared space on the wheel, kissing once every so often, and then back on the rounds
Working separately, yet together, for the same purpose

She was 13, and him, in his 30s
According to him,
He fell in love with her
I don't know her take on it
But she did commit suicide
After he went to jail for 30 years

Behind any bannar he chose to fly
Or wrap it in
He contributed to her misery
And that's what happened to the boy I loved first

Do you think we can't tell when you like your own poem?
We assumed you liked it when you hit post
I wish I could think of a good analogy to self like
I'd say *******
Except the ending isn't nearly as good
And the motivation not as obvious
Would you ******* if everyone could see you do it?
Everyone can see you liked your own poem.

We keep taking this Earth
For all she's worth
Pretty continuously
What if our Maker
Didn't intend it a gift
But a responsibility?

I'm such a snob
Any time I see the word "sonnet"
I can't help but roll my eyes

The fadness of sadness
A ****** throughout the town
All the youngsters are vying
On who can best breakdown
The most original diagnosis
And don't forget, the best drugs
Alas, now it's popular to be
Mentally compable to slugs

Observer word server
Yep.
I'm a poet

Ugh! You little ****
In my mind you sit
I suppose I'll get over it
Loving a little ****

He's one of those guys who thinks
He's being totally ****
Except women get queasy
Reading about his
"Quart of love juice."
That he honestly believes
We are dying to ingest
Dude has watched more ****
Than live *****