"I ****** less", she said grabbing her lacey dress.
Her contrary dignity intact as she takes a sip of whiskey.
Walking out the door becoming the prominent mother everyone adores.
*** addict, she ignores.
No one sees the double life she hides so well.
Between the sheets of Monogamy and lustry gratification.
Her heart beats wildly out of control making her want to feed.
Possibly disfunctional programming involved.
She feels no need to anguish in the games she plays.
Love is where her happiness is.
*** is where her gut resides.

I am not sure when I started hating women.
I am not sure if I hate all women
Or just ******* Meg.
I know it was after Meg married me.
But that ***** doesn't count as a woman.
She didn't need a ******* husband.
She should have bought a dog.

Pulling me around to show to her boring
****** friends when I wanted to watch
the ******* play offs.

Would you like a cup of tea
And some ******* bunt cake Harry.
No I ******* would not.
I could **** a ******* cheeseburger
With the works and a pitcher of bud.

He seems kinda quiet Meg
You two doing alright.?
Yeah she said smiling
He's pouting because the games on
He's being trained.
Trained for ***** sake.

I looked at her sweet face
and her ***** figure.
And I gave a bollocking to little Harry.
For being such a *******
and marrying her.
After all I reasoned to him
Who needs to buy the cow
When I get the milk for free.

But that little guy had a mind of his own.
Now ten months ago I tied a ******* knot
With my tongue
I can't undo with my teeth.

What a ******* ***** she turned out
She deals out two meals
**** and more ****.
She knows when I am at the end of
my ******* string.
Then she  is sweet to little Harry
And I he pulls me along for the ride.
So to speak.

The ******* fights
The neighbors banging in the wall.
The condo committee *******
Your infracting clause
six hundred and ******* forty one
Sub ******* paragraph three point ******* one.
The right of quiet enjoyment.

I think **** it I could use some quiet enjoyment.
But no hope of that with this *****.
Boy that ******* bra of hers is filled with
a set of lungs.
She never used bad language
When we dated.
But that was before
I came the useless *****.
And the bone idle *******.

For a couple of months now
She started bashing me
In our barneys.
She packs a ******* good Mike Tyson
With that left hook of hers.
Get up you big ***** she yells.
Put your big girl ******* on and fight.
It was only a ******* love tap.
I'm just glad she wasn't
******* mad at me then..

But

Sometimes when the moon is shining
In our bedroom she turns to me
And runs her fingers through my hair.
And kisses me softly like when we just dating.
Her full soft breast press against my bare chest.
I look into her beautiful face
And kiss her deeply.
She says I love you Harry
Your my boy.
******* weird
I say I love you too Meg darling
And I ******* well mean it.

And she takes me softly
And I have tears in my eyes
At her gentleness
Go ******* figure.

I am Kara Jean
A ******* stressful thing
My heart is sweet
My exterior is bitter coating
I like screaming publicly "tell me what to do!"
The universe yells back "*******!"
I try to dry my cheeks before my mascara burns my eyes
Dried,
like my soul from all my mistakes
Getting what you want is a ******* fight
Challenges seem to grasp me tight
So ****** I'm ready for this disfunctional ride
I've been training my whole life

Bound to the body
Stuck to the earth
Crawling across the earth
Feeling so heavy

Deep inside
I feel a memory
Something so much better
A hidden treasure

Turning back within I
search for something hidden
Twist and turn, scoff and spit
Something precious deep inside

Then one day
When lost in greed
Take over by an envy
In the darkest way

I gently push
With new parts
And feel a warm
Flash of loving light

Suddenly I feel
A space inside
A sweet essence
Like a perfume
Floating free

With the lightest flutter
Like the touch of a feather
I feel so delicate
My whole world
Opening up

A bright light shine
Down onto me
And I see Gods sun
Shine right through me

And all now is beautiful
Surrounded by my
True colours
Lightly flying full and free

With spots of
Kindness, gentleness
Soft patches of friendliness

Laced together
With a gracefulness
As I carry a
Peaceful presence

All disfunctional ties inside and out
Discarded and dropped
All should's and should not's
All swallowed by a change

All my negatives
Are now positives
The need for Love
Has now all gone

As deep inside
Slipping down a slide
my esence
I find
Is  
made of
LOVE!

As I love and love
Bounce and bounce
From flower to flower
Dance and play

Sharing is
My only intention
For
I find

LOVE

is simply

FREE !

Like a pink waterfall
I can only share

As time passes by
I realize freedom
Is not left of right
Or even
Right or wrong

Freedom is being
Who you truly are
Just letting
All that is real
Really shine

Its your deepest
Purest essence inside
Time for letting
Your
Beauty

UNFOLD

Its looking in the
Mirror knowing
You are beautiful
In every single way
360 degrees all around

And loving
What you see
Is being
Completely free

By being simply

ME

Through my own deadly self-consumed bitterness,

I catch sight of you…

Drifting by your lonesome…

No, drowning…

In an ocean of denial,

Your ocean.

Able to reach depths,

that no one can find.

Something,

Out of something like pity,

I guess I'm kind of indenial too.

Waiting for you to realize that you need me.

I'm hopeless without you.

You're disfunctional without me.

I need you.

You need me.

So come to me, when the sea is in chaos,

It will hardly notice your absence, unlike how I do.

Come to me, so that we may float in Our Own Ocean of Denial.

We'll never drift apart, for when we're together…we are one.

Come home.

society is on the brink
of destruction
it cant properly function
the dead ends come alive and meet at a junction
crash
just like that
we lash
out
but its too late
we've started to seal our fate
it began when we chose to hesitate
pause
consider the cause
weigh out the odds
tick tock
the scale is tipping
the seams of society are gradually ripping
yet we blindinly keep gripping
at what we've been told
its a slippery hold
a disfunctional mold
there is no room for thought
only what we've been taught
so lend me your ear
allow yourself to hear
the subtle warning in the back of your head
before its too late
your individuality dead
allow yourself to know
gather the courage to grow
you can break out
of these shackels
and chains
for life is not all in vain
resist the embedded urge to refrain
restrain
dont give in
find something within
end the past chapter
pick up a pen
and begin
to write your new book
of a language all your own
in your head
you've always known
acknowledge the fact
lifes all an act
tick tock

By Arcassin Burnham

Cause I'm in some rough headspace,
But only in the state of confusion,
Saving all of the ******* for later
Then each time getting a bad result,
It's not my fault,
I will forever and always be a prison,
Kissing doesn't help,
She told me what was my mother like,
And I said just a twisted version of me,
Then she asked about my father,
I said i didn't have one but guess that's every
Black boy's dream,
And it's also not easy being 18 years old,
With no job and disfunctional family,
Now you see,
With a swift pen,
I write poetry,
To escape the harsh reality
Of even being on this planet
And people that have special needs,
And what I need is a non purposeful life
To have meaning,
Now let's talk about you cause
It's enough about me.

Like the silk and smooth. The joy in your eyes.
Touched by your voice, these moments can never go away.
Badoola madusa I hear her say
Fatbellybella she says it with such ease.
Carefully and gently the touch!
Emotions run wild as she lays Her head down.

Common women they say. Let me show you my *******! *******!
I am not afraid or do you want to take it yourself.
I've seen these people.
These women.
These men.
So disfunctional.

Effortlessly you talk the talk.
So sweet.
These women
These men.
So confused!

By the sound of her voice they will change their ways. So calm down they shall see her ways. This strong women she is!

With all the empty promises
It all started at home
The backbone of society they said....
Instead of it being strong and providing a safe place for me to land
It gave me a broken disfunctional one.
Children beaten everyday endlessly for even the smallest things.
They insisted that an African child understood from their behind.
Then polygamy came in
Mama so angry at the second woman forgot to love me too
Packing her bags in the name of saving her heart
She left mine to be abused daily by the other woman

School was supposed to be my escape
It only came with too many canes
Teachers who threatened not to give you marks unless you slept with them
Children who bullied you for being poor or not beautiful enough
So many times I wanted to run
But I knew that without an education you are no body

I thought adulthood was going to be my paradise
My government however is filled with corrupt and selfish leaders
Taxes every where every day it's all you practically work for
Jobs are hard to find unless you are connected to some one on the inside by blood, or sleeping with them.
My landlord keeps banging on my door angrily
I've lied to him so much he says
But my job pays 200k , I use 100k on transport, over 50k goes to taxes and I'm left with 50k to do every other thing.

I love the beautiful scenery and weather..... but apart from that.....
My continent is killing me.

You never knew what being with you meant.
Those few weeks of reality,
Having spent my life shomehow out of sync.

I am the invisible girl.
Not quite here, not quite real.
It was like those old fashioned 3-d pictures,
When you put the glasses on the two lines become one.

Being with you felt like my life was real.
Universes aligned, the world sat right within it,
And I was the most 'me' I have ever been.

Even the first day we met,
I was awkward and shy.
But it was truly me awkward and shy,
Not some disjointed, disfunctional, semi-real
version of me.

Now... nothing.
Quiet, dead, nothing.
Nothing.

I became destroyed

Drifted away from the world
Lost in my own disfunctional thoughts
Blind to those around

Things no longer make me happy
I tear myself apart
And hide in the dark
Afraid of anyone else adding on to the pain
That I bring upon my self.

I'm no longer involved
in the making of self destruction
I'm a mastermind
At destroying all happiness.

In the darkest hour,
Even the brightest star can fall.
Knowing why,
They met their impending doom.

Because they lost, hope.
Wearing, scarred - can't cope.
They gave it all away.

They had a broken heart,
Became another disfunctional part,
Of an inherited malignant machine…

We-got-to look, in-side,
Fight-with all your might,
To make it a better day - for you and me.
For-they-say-all dreams don't come true,
But-all-it-takes-is one to break through,
And change the world.
It's-a-matter of per-cep-tion,
Which-dictates-the planet your from,
And-if-it stays green.

An unsatisfied disfunctional
Smoking in the rain

Siting all alone in a puddle of his pain.
No umbrella to shield him, just walls to drown him.
Anxiety and fears surrounding his screams in a muffled muse of fright.

Alone is being surrounded
By a crowd all day every day
And not feeling a ******* thing
Alone is being in a room filled with people
People who consider you close
People who truely care for you
People who you've invested in
In their lives , in their emotions
People who have laid themselves bare
Yet you're so emotionally disfunctional
You're unable to connect on any level
People who you know so well
Yet they know so very little about you
People who think you have it together
Who dont know you're caught in a whirlwind
Of depression and anxiety and above all
A lonelyness that you cant seem to shake
A parasite ******* out all the empathy u have
Until you're just a factory compressed machine
Doing what it's been programmed to do
You realize how defective you are
Not when u feel lonely cause no one is in ur life
But when there are so many who do care
Who do want to listen to your problems
To your anxieties, to your fears
People u know you can trust
Yet you've become so accostomed to this demon
If anyone is your friend, it's that demon
Looming over u every night as u lay numb,
Heart compressing as if about to give out
And just collapse on itself
That's loneliness
And you cant depart with it
Because it's your only friend
You're so conditioned that u cant possibley
Fathom yourself without it
You're trapped
And loneliness is all you have

All you know.

**** this disfunctional world we live in
Pressing our face in their *******

Choosing lies over life
Crowding every step we take

Breaking ******* promises
Breeding love then hate

Why do they **** us
Do they think were imbeciles

When I put my trust in them
I only live to spit and bleed

Mother Mary please help me
Someone start this world over

Break it up then crush it
Or let me sleep forever

They will only complicate every matter
Trust in them is what they seek

******* is what I see in them
Why does this have to happen

BRON  in a disfunctional American setting with rotten roots of an destroyed family with dead values mistaking lies for love....

she's on the go ,beautiful as a rose, but soonly changed
life from man to man serching for the father she never had
relying on the hardedn streets to deal her a better hand with clouded thoughts with desires for fancy things has a baby as a teen
cycle repeats it self once again.
alone the way soft peddles begain to ruffle bleed from her own throns she continue to ****** deeper ,traped  in the same ghetto as a rose refused to give up give in nither let go knowing if she stops now there's no sunshine and the soil that provides her roots will dry so she motivate her self everytime she hears her baby crys determine to survive while looking into a mirror now ,realize it's her Daugther eyes and see the same rose of the ghetto....

Am I pursuing happiness or is happiness pursuing me?
-
Happiness is in the pursuit   so they say;
         the pursuit                 of  happiness,
rather than,  say                      the pursuit
of Truth       or wisdom, or [a pursuit is a quest
       of legendary proportions; soldiers feel this way
       on the point of death in battle;
       transitioning to a new plane of existence
&                                      multiple individual awarenesses;
                                                    ­  the goddess & goddesses      
                                                      feel this instinctively
when a new being forms inside her womb
 [she is it- the awareness & pursuit         of        philosophy               or mystery                          is an                          odd stipulation to
        frame         as the law of the land;           [in god we trust to pursue happiness]
no wonder              Americans are
so ******              giddy;    super-
sports,    superwomen, super
tech,        super stupid [wow,
Einstein would          plotz -]
-
in god we trust
                to    pursue   happiness
&                 the inalienable right
    to bear arms
-
I think the founding           fathers were
high on firewater & chiba; the Indians
weren't stupid;          making those wig-
wearing weirdos see the ancient spirits;
America did art & literature    right b/c art is
notoriously  neurotic & pulled
                         from one's ***:
America birthplace of the Beats, Pinkham Ryder,
Poe, Stein, Dickinson, Burroughs, Me,
                            the Shadow,     the Lone Ranger,
                            **** Tracy, Superman; Bonnie & Clyde
& Al Capone; [                 ]  the disfunctional government
trying to rule by old   pieces of paper  w/ words they
                  can't understand: as for me      I worship
Barbie, Miss America, ******* - u & me [                ];
my personal   of happiness is sell evident;
               I  hold snooch to be self-evident
that all snooch is created equal           in America:
from Las Vegas      to Oz [the myth of white
            America created by Jewish America
            projected onto black America [theater] -
                     completely | [happiness is notoriously subjective:
  how should one pursue this intangible happiness?  
      what about anger, sadness & lust? do we presume
        to pursue      these feelings as well?  
        how about the pursuit of love,                  
        which doesn't make one happy - but there u go |
ignoring               Latin America; [vs. literature]
the Spanish myth of the      Andalusian plains      
                                      Gauchos & Contessas
       from an Old World                      across             the great waters that  
       may as well be outer space;
        Gaelic druid cowboy arises
       [burlesque emerging from the streets
       & underground:                 ***** naked women parading  
       in the all-together              & ragged petticoats, unlaced corsets;
big thighs in  ripped rayon                              stockings        :******
        among ***** drunken men;          
       | making tips,                    selling drinks,
                   [ex: frankly, ur happiness
                   just ****** me of!]        
                   gambling,
                   ******* right there        
          on top of        the tables  & below   to this day;  
gun      play -
pay-offs,                              [integrity, honesty, truth]
        from          the sun;      [if God is invoked
        in the Constitution,
        why is
        Satan not]   |
        from                                    the backyard        
bar-b-cue: drive-by
infants & in all this pretty girls get *****;