Rip Off Poems

Abandoned, Not Broken

a house abandoned
walls caved in
the windows no panes
and the floors creek
yet still a spark of beauty
flawed and few
nothing inbetween 
i stay reflecting on the past…
it used to be thriving
full of life
kids playing, people residing 
the memories the walls hold
indents of several souls
the history of not one but two,
i take a step back
a dark shadow sweeps through 
i slowly watch the rug unroll
its clearer now,
a story unfolds
the faint echo of screaming 
and the vision of blood shot eyes gleaming
tear stained curtains rip off the wall
the cracks aren’t just age,
they’re scars, i withdrawal 
the hands of man destroyed her beauty
left her falling apart, while neglecting his duty’s 
i can’t help but think
she’s stayed so strong throughout the years
still standing tall despite hers scars and constant fear
but,
she’s abandoned now, all withered and torn
at the hands of a man she once adorned
but beneath the surface her foundation stayed strong 
it’s the beauty within that’s made her last this long.

my cynical valentine - bawdy

red rose price rises
faster than flaccid todgers  ~
a blooming rip off!!!

Free Fliers

I don’t know what you’re saying
And I don’t really care
Let’s take off all our clothes
And cut off all our hair

We’ll swim inside our blood
While drinking in our skin
We’ll look inside our ears
And pull out every pin

We’ll give until we can’t
We’ll take until we’re full
We’ll idolize ourselves
And dive into the pool

We’ll leave behind the land
‘Cause we’re not trees or moles
We’ll rip off all the fat
And fly the sheets on poles

Now we don’t need a plan
And we don’t need to see
We don’t need all the noise
That drowns out you and me

I Come and Go

hell comes and goes

that old
high sprung
jack-in-the box
grin on a spring

jumps out

pop goes my holy holisticness

i fall sick of myself
my all-a-roundness leaks

stuff looms

it happens

then i pray and cuss
cuss and pray

chase down the devil
pin him down
rip off his clown face

tell him
ever
so
gently

to stop being me

Enough For You

Search for me
Pull me out
Of myself and self doubt
Snake charmer play your magic flute
Make me believe you love me too

Reach way down deep
Past brick walls
Beyond pretend, to all my flaws
See the Me that I really am
Love me truly if you truly can

Rip off my mask
Tear my disguise
Don't believe my pretty lies
Hear my real voice,  feel underneath
Let me be enough, finally

Chorus. Let me be enough to deserve the love you give
Let me wake with you each day, and each day let me live
Knowing you know me, yes, you do…
Your enough for me,  let me be enough for you. 


Lift my veil
Reveal my face
Lead me to amazing grace
Overlook the wrong I don't mean to do
And I promise to love you like this too.

Strip me down
to the skin
As innocent as I was then
A new creature without any rust
And show me once again how to trust

Clean me up
with great care
Until I stand before you bare
Let the shame I feel finally go away
Let our life begin brand new today

WILD CAT, RIP IT APART ONCE AGAIN

WILD CAT, RIP IT APART ONCE AGAIN

Been a while I tasted it raw 
Taste of a living flesh full of blood
My claws are itchy 
Craving to  rip off  the furs and pounce on the flesh 
My fangs and rusty 
Need be oiled by the drippings 
Mouth drooling the hunger is as large as the flesh
I just wanna rip the flesh again


Like a snow wolf after the winter 
Too long a life without a feed 
Many nights of hunger and thirst 
Long curvy fiery claws
 Guiding the wooly paws 
The wild cat's  whiskers are overgrown 
Yet without bloodstains in a while 
Seasons of cold and hot
Nights of starving and  days of thirst 
Big cats of the wild 
Rip it out and eat from the middle


Howl louder big wild cat
Lure your mate out of the woods 
Feed on the familiar  tasty flesh 
Your favourite of all delicacy 
Lick the fluid off your whiskers 
Flex the powers in your right limbs  
Stretch out the veins and let them pop
Chase and make a  catch 
Pant in awe of your satisfaction 
A well deserved meal after a while
It is time to rip it apart again

To just Tab and write about feelingsfeelingsfeelings

And let your hands slide on the paper, 
and sometimes forget a grammar or points on the end of sentences.
It helps you to let out your thoughts.
To let out your words.

Yeah they don't know of who I am talking about, 
But the people who I have meant, 
Do read me like their favorite videos of pewdiepie, 
They will see and know.

Will I cross out words with a Red pen then?
Or write with strength?
To make the paper, 
rip off by itself?

The hole

The hole
The hole I feel every year
Mother’s Day and Father’s Day
Celebration for your off spring 
The hole that no one can take
Each year the hole grows
I want to call you up on the phone
Tell you about all the things 
You believe I would never do
After all I was created by you!
Each yeah the hole grows
As I watch marriages grow
Knowing you will never give me away,
Oh wait, you did already, for your personal gain
Alcohol, laughs and even jokes
While your daughter had to encounter the strokes.
Not the way I dream of to be given to a man at just 9 years old. 
Each year the hole grows
Wanting to be seen and heard
And be told I’m so proud of you 
Only to be nothing more than the dirt on your shoes
Instead your voices play over within my head
“You will amount to nothing”
“You tell and I find out, I’ll make it so you can’t speak”
The hole that grows
And the pain that seeps
With every mother and father love story
I just want to rip off my ears
The hole grows
Each day, sucking the life away
While I wonder on earth as a stray
Unwanted and disregarded
Forever parted 
The hole grows

You're not fat you are just strongly built

And I forgot to bring some extra slips.
,,Hey, could you lend me some of yours?"
,,I am sorry but I don't think they would really suit you"
,,No, that's okay thank you"
I understand that I mean you know then they would rip off right?
It's just, I why can't I just try them on for a minute?
Or, Ah sorry
It was obvious wasn't it?
It's fine I understand 
It's just I was bleeding
It's okay
Thank you

Everything happens for a reason

There is a story behind it, 
you can see and find it.
But hurt, anger, every shed of tear, every throw up, every stomach ache, every sneeze, every hair that is easily to rip off, every scream of father, every sadness of mother, and the strength of men is not with: "everything happens for a reason" excused.
Because these people didn't deserve, 
needing the nerve, 
After being abused.

THE YELLOW HAWKWEED

They sing their own songs
In the spirit of light.
No, they do not take credit for that.
Nor, do they drain under dust and disdain
That suffers hollow minds.

They compose their verses in the wind
And revel at their spirits’ charm, or so as it seems.
They inspire dance in a dragonfly,
Touch in a bee, or a butterfly.
And quiver not at the bleat of a goat.

They do not complain, nor do they seek---
Attention, that spoil ribbons of love. 
They bury moments in pure delight,
Unlike men that lose sight of purpose.
And coil under their own vulnerabilities.

They do not fantasize their own glory
Nor live a lie that do not define them.
They swell in pride with pure submission,
That, for man, would take years to fathom
As deliberate apprehensions rip off their minds.

They sing their verse, unheard, unsung
Revel, in the breast of Mother Earth.
They feel Her beat, Her heat, and in sweet surrender
Submit to the gallows of Time.

Though hated,  sometimes scorned, undervalued 
for their power to produce and reproduce.
For encroaching unknown territories,
Yet they don't complain, for they know
Love is for all and they are no exception.

Lightning Bugs

I called them fairies’ lanterns
back when I was but a kid
Trapped them into mason jars
sealed them up with metal lids

We’d rip off their lighted butt
and place it on our left hand
Pretend we were all grown up
and it was our wedding band

When I see those fireflies now
out beyond my back porch screen
I think about yesterdays
and wonder why I was so mean

Away On a Booze Cruise

Away on a booze cruise,
No beer left in stock.
They charged fifty dollars,
It was a real shock.

I complained it’s not fair,
I want money back.
We’re so sorry, they said,
We’ll give you a snack.

The food was disgusting,
The chef was a prick.
The waiter annoying,
I now feel sea-sick.

I hoyed in a bucket,
And over the side.
All for fifty dollars,
It felt like I’d died.

I want to go home now,
Hooray for dry land.
I’ll not booze cruise again,
I’ll stay on the sand.

The Hypocrisy of Life and Death

The living to themselves gossip attract,
but at death eulogies mitigate lies.
Love and care from he who breathes is withdrawn,
but his slumber does attract parties.

Fake mourners with feigned tears in burials act.
They rip off and use the grieving as pawns;
Their loss is their gain, their tears their laughter.
To fill their stomachs, they sob and flatter,
as they to misery dance, from dusk till dawn.

Whilst alive, at my deeds everyone frowns.
But at death, I am a departed 'saint'
whose sepulcher you spray with costly paint.

If you must celebrate me, do so now.
Do not in reverence to my casket bow.
Visit me now in my ramshackle house,
sharply rebuke me if you have a grouse.
Do as much you can to show you love me,
do not when I sleep go on bended knee.
Never belatedly show your respect
by attending my funeral in retrospect.

Saving Or Killing the Aries

Settle this score,
Once and for all.

Murder
or Make Love
I haven't quite 
Decided. 

Or perhaps
Neither. 

Terrified, 
Tortured
Aries.

Do I 
Destroy Myself to
Rip off your
Mask of masculine apathy, 
Of Denial of your
Maker?

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