Fuck You Poem

You said you'd love me
But you won't
You think I'll stand for it
Well, I won't
So, fuck you, you piece of poo
Like a piece of crap I can't get off my shoe
I'll laugh as you gasp and sputter
Trying to take a breath
I'll throw your body into the gutter
After your painful death
As your body falls, I will rise
Tears of joy shall stream from my eyes
As your body is slowly being eaten by flies
But no one will go to your funeral
Because you SUCKED as I recall

- Written by Devan Daly, 1985

"Playing doesn't = Barbies and Toy Cars

“Go see what he wants for lunch tomorrow” that’s what I remember grandma saying

He would tell me and ask me to come back upstairs, “Grandma won’t mind if I play with you for a little, you are my girlfriends’ niece after all”

I run down the stairs like a good little 5 year old girl and tell Grandma that I’m playing with uncle Fabian for awhile,

“Okay have fun, I’m taking a nap”, she responds

So I run back up stairs and I wonder if he knew she would go to sleep and he would be safe…

Now that I think about it, he wasn’t lying when he said he wanted to play with me but I thought Barbie’s and toy cars not rape.

Everyday Monday through Friday after school for a year and half we “played” while Grandma napped.

No one knew because the punishment would be worse then “playing”.

He called it a magic trick as he finished on my stomach.

Tears falling down my cheeks as I tell this to you,

Can you understand the pain when you didn’t even notice when I said Grandmas’ wasn’t fun anymore?

No you will never understand, yet you turn off the TV when I walk in the room, for you think it hurts for me to watch “To Catch A Predator”

Well it doesn’t for I went through it and those girls didn’t.

They are the lucky ones not me.

You say I’m lucky because it could have been much worse, he could have killed me, or if I was older got me pregnant.

Yes I’m oh so lucky because I was only fucking 5 years old, oh so lucky to be growing up and learning oh so soon that life can be unfair to the young and innocent.

I was 5 and learned the hard way, yet you say I’m lucky.

Was I lucky when I was 17 and it happened again because I told “my close friend” no and he wouldn’t take no for an answer?

No I wasn’t lucky for I may still be alive but part of me has died inside, my trust!

In you and in everyone!

By: Keirsten D.

Mona Lisa Smile

You tell me to smile
I need to smile more often
I suppress the roll of my eyes
but keep my lips pursed down in defiance

For I am not your puppet
Nor your marionette nor your little drummer boy
Nor god forbid
Your barbie doll

And though you press my buttons,
Please remember that you do not pull my strings.

For what do you know of my sadness?
Of the things I see or feel or think
on lonely nights and dreadful days
for which there is no sunrise or set

But one long, hellish today
for which the skies are forever overcast
insides are always squirming
And your shoes never match.

Barred within this nightmare by the torture insomnia
And you command me to smile.

You tell me I need to smile
But where is the substance in a smile?
But lies and cons and deception of the trickiest sort
masked behind sincerity of chemically-whitened teeth

Who are you to dictate my disposition
But to preserve your own comfort
as you rest your head
on down-feather pillows?

I do not drag you into my sorrow
So why must you me into your ignorance?

Ask me to smile when children are starving
as we sit around Thanksgiving dinner getting fat off our own gluttony
Paying money that can save hundreds of lives
on diet plans and liposuction.

Ask me to smile at my own good fortune
The roof overhead and clothes on my back
and food in my belly to help me sleep
But it does not sedate my conscience.

And when you tell me to smile
That same conscience hurls up bile
and the acid burns my brain so bad
I beg God for a lobotomy

Choking on my own thought vomit
making my throat choke and my eyes water
with tears.
Not for my pain, but for you, and your ignorance.

You tell me I'd be so much prettier if I would just smile
As I consider how pretty you'd look buried six feet underground
Then perhaps I shall find a reason to smile.

By: Eileen C

My blackheads

These blackheads on my skin forcing themself deeper
i am a thick tar of unholy thoughts,
my mind is savage and twisted i think of death and destruction,
although my passive side is of a clownish figure
i cant put it any otherway i live to please others.

My blackheads slowly grow and pulsate,
My dark thoughts race,
my mind used to be filled with suicide and hatred,
all i can see now, myself is hurting you,the unsightly scum
who are currently populating this filthy fucking earth.

my body is now smothered in these filthy black spots
school friends are the worst,they make you try to feel like shit
even though many people dont realise.
haha your so fucking hilarious,
i didnt realise what you were till now

the boils of pulsating blackness,
i can no longer breathe without nearly crying
i scream i cry but nothing improves.
my knuckles crack into your skull as i sit there;
happily among the fairys,in this pointless class

Hot white putrid is now pouring all around.
i scream,shout,cry all in one
i cant take no more you stupid sack of shit!
maybe if you opened your eyes you would've seen
all that i've seen
over these past 4 years...

By: William Johns

Short Poem

Shoot for the moon
or,
Shoot yourself.

By: Brenda Skinner

Goodbye Letter

It started out in 1977, god dropped you a little gift from heaven
Two parents struggling to do the best they can, giving it all to the child they had
Love kept them together through the years, always caring for me and wiping my tears
I miss the closeness we once had, when I think about it- it makes me feel so bad
I used to be able to tell you everything, keeping no secrets and having no shame
Where is the loving father I once knew? I wish I could say my love for you has only grew...
But you make me angry and pissed off, and I want out-
That's why I am leaving here for good with out a doubt
I hope you enjoy your new life here without me, all quiet and stress free
Just remember the choices you made, you brought
me to this, the path has been paved
I'll be out of here by dawn- I hope you'll miss me when I am gone........

By: anonymous

*I wrote and left this for my parents before I hitch hiked (via truckers) with 2 girlfriends from Eugene OR to San Francisco CA to live a more glamourous life..."

Her voice

Her voice and those words
sounded in my head
like lines from a too often seen movie,
and caused me to retort,
""I heard you TWICE
the first time!""


By: Virginia Rehberg
2/28/93

untitled

To the friend I left behind,
this poem is for you.
You led yourself into a void;
there's nothing I can do.
While you were sinking deeper,
I was bailing out;
you chose the quick and easy path;
I took the other route.
It's not that I'm neglecting you;
I wish that you could see
I'm not rejecting all that you are;
I'm just protecting me.
I hope someday we'll reunite.
You still hold a piece of my heart;
but I've got too much at stake right now.
It's best we stay apart.

(Sadly, I remember every word of this lovely verse from 1985 by heart. I wanted like hell to change it, but I couldn't perpetrate that kind of dishonesty!)

By: Michele Weitz

untitled

don't play games with me bitch,
spread your legs and lets get hitched.
you can buy a one way ticket to my dick,
but please, don't hate me because I'm sick!
The truth is your the trick so don't run
and don't hide, stand still and I'll give you a free ride.

By: Jesse Howard

depression

release me from your grasp.
reflect all that is true,
except what comes as new.
with extreme dark
comes brilliant light.
and to you,
I will never give up the fight.
so chase as you may
you wont find me cause,
I'm out to play!

By: Jesse Howard

Jilted

I am the shadow of the woman
you took and threw away
spit upon my face with such ease
like kisses once enjoyed
stained beyond recognition
from dirt released from tongue
burying me in the grave
you made for me in you minds eyes
I am the one that believed your hollow promises
you kept on file
rolodex my heat between tidbits
of self importance
never to be your love one
just one night stand
as you walk in six in the morning
to pick up the boots as you left through door
of my so-called love

I will become your ghost
slipping under door bedroom office nightlife
fleeting image in the corner of your eye
track you from other side of bar
within mental locked doors
haunt you
remind you of those breathless nights
fogging my eyes to your image
for you was my god
then pedestal bastardized
with bitter truths to crack the glass
with hammer of my tongue
licking out revealing your true nature
making you the shadow the secret the shame
to be hidden at the bottom of graves
deep in my mind
realizing you were nothing to see
or worth the blood held in my heart

By: Amanda Hawk

Just a Simple Figh

You said God put us together
To make me stronger
And you kinder
But I havent gotten stronger,
And you havent gotten nicer.
I only feel weaker and drained.
Struggling to understand each other,
But only clashing in our point of views.

Our shouting sent the walls flying and the neighbors ears
To the floor
For they never came rapping at the door
Rocking to the rhythm of my tears
Choked breaths marked the time
Your capitalized claws found me
Through our words
And raked across my souls flesh
Scarred and maimed, my soul
Is netted together with a fine mesh
Of ink, words, and paper.

You said I need to grow up
and that you werent going to be around forever
And I thought how could I regain my childhood
And wished you would go away
Your words triggered nothing
No love no compassion, and definitely no motivation

Our fights rocked the neighborhood
Sliding the earth out from under their feet
Sending them on their backs
And me to my knees
Just another peaceful day in the neighborhood
Or so we all pretend

You said that I am a nobody and need to get off my ass
Once in a while
Be a part of something and make an attempt to look nice
For others judged on looks and would make fun of me
I thought you were the only one to point them out
That you were never satisfied
You wanted me to be you

Peace is broken and lying on the floor
The walls cracked and the earth shaken
Me hiding in my room and you lurking downstairs
Blaring the TV and I hiding within my music
The banging juts my attention sending me to the hallway
We retract our scathing words
But the electric tension crackles in the air
The neighbors kept their ears to the floor
For they never came rapping at the door
Peace is broken and lying on the floor

By: Amanda Hawk

i'm afraid to say this because of how you would react

tiny. you shrunk
me so i was tiny. you and the role you play (and it would
be so fun to be your therapist).
how can you not feel anything?
fuck, [name_deleted], i loved you.
remember talking on the phone?
the vagina monologues?
muddy's?
your infatuation with girls and me always trying to help?
i was there for you
at least i tried
could you have said anything like that the night
before i left
you, [name_deleted], were one of my best things.
GODDAMN IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You're "moving on?" and i was forced to move on and you would
probably have wanted me to leave alwayz.
fuck. i got angry. though i don't know what at. your unwillingness to get close to pain? your part of you that pushes back emotions and

"FUCK YOU!" -- 2003 -- I remember sitting in early morning Russian class and instead of writing a sappy love poem, really allowing myself to be angry. I never finished the poem because I thought it was too angry and I should always be nice to [name_deleted], no matter what.

By: Theadora

My Womanifesto

my cunt is for me
i'll wear my sexual assault awareness ribbon
keep track of my Plathian tendencies
be sexy
and unafraid
my womanness
will shine
my lesbianism will go unafraid
i am loved
self-protecting
bashing the shitheads
day by day
who am i?
ask.
yes, oh yes.

"White Middle Class Hippie Feminist Oppression," "Fuck You"

By: Theadora

dear smart-assed highschoolers who think you know what you're talking about,

I'm sorry, but you suck. you're sweet, you smile a lot, i know

you like me . . . but



then i remember you treating me like

a curiosity

"the pin girl"

ms. political

saying you don't have time "for new friends."



maybe i'm angry because i can see you being unstable and confused.



always perfectly funny.



then i see myself being unstable and confused.



i remember that i can't just sit back like some

[blank]-year-olds and say, "damn, those kids!"

i'm still a part of this generation. but i feel like

shit around you. yeah, i feel like shit.



xoxoxoxoxoxoxo

theo
CATEGORY -- FUCK YOU!!!, 2004

By: Theodora

Wanted! A Clown Incognito

Wanted! A Clown Incognito


Beware of the feats of a veteran clown incognito
Who is a myopic judge and underfed humped gambler
Convention, foresight, love and reason are whose cosmetic hues.
He is a royal merchant whose ship capsized along the shore
He is a serpent, a thief, an alligator and a sage behind single visage
His gadgets have varied standards
Builds shrines for the dead and spoils the living
Lacks sight and pretends insight
With a storm in his head, his manifesto is the same
Behold his hurried acceptance of crushing defeat
The authorities look at their brainchild aghast
A diseased, incorrigible and humble puppet of sand
A self-mocking savage, a lip-tight icon
A drowning carcass, an exhausted hound.
Vain glorious idolater, blind to the apex threads.
Wages war and signs the armistice in the same breath
A spoiled child, whose morals vary across the frontiers.
A mysterious vase, a beauty without truth
Toppled numerous gods for his personal throne
His infinite prophetic flights bear true witness to his godly genius
But his doglike ambush attacks on the left over, deny this claim.
A Stone, who has set ablaze his credentials of innocence
He is a poor mercenary pawn and a chessman simultaneously.
Such a notorious and familiar stranger he is and still at large.
May he be residing in your heart, arrest him and undress him.



By: Aamir Aziz

Fuck you Shithead

Hey!

I love the site and I think it's the funniest place I have ever been to when it comes to poetry. A few years ago I wrote a poem for the fun of it when I was really pissed off, and I was writing it to confuse the hell out of someone, which, it worked, so that rocks. But I thought it would make a great addition to the emo poems on your site SO, without further ado, here it is:

Fuck you Shithead

My soul has been taken,
down down down,
into the bloody shores
of your sandy beaches.
You angsty angston!
You horse's birthmother!
You careless shithead!
I hate you!
Burn in the eternal flames from whence you came!
You ogre's mushroom,
you piece of filth.


Yeah...I don't really know what drugs I was on...lol...but I thought this would make so many people laugh their asses off!

Thanks, Avalia

Fuck You (the breakup poem)

Fuck You (the breakup poem)

Just Fuck off and leave me alone i scream at you
You piss me off with the things you say and do
please take me back, you ask so sincere
I dont want you back not in any day, month or year.

You annoyed me with everything that you did
For fuck sake you acted like a kid
You were twenty i was seventeen
You always had tantrums and made a scene

Fuck you bitch you used to yell
who's the bitch now, go fucking rot in hell
I'm glad I'm not with you, u selfish prick
Because I've realised you make me sick!


By: Hayley Preston

मस.

I have found another angst poem from my teenage years (age 17, to be exact) that I would like to send to your site. It was about an old teacher; my classmates and I really disliked her because she kept screaming at us and giving us loads of difficult homework. The poem was a spoof of "Helen" by H.D.


"Ms. ______"
A parody of the poem "Helen" by H.D.

All English hates
The mean eyes in the shit face
The dullness as of olives
Where she stands
And the clawed hands.

All English reviles
The way she never smiles,
Hating her deeper still
When she roars cruel remarks,
Remembering hard assignments
And past ills.

English sees, unmoved,
Satan's daughter, born of hate,
The ugliness of fat feet
And bulgy knees,
Could love indeed the hag
Only if she were stuffed in a bag
And buried six feet beneath funeral cypresses.

By: Heather Radsnake

SuburbanExcursion

I'd just like to start this by saying that these were
lyrics I wrote for my LONG defunct punk band Suburban
Excursion (we thought it was so funny to name our band
after two SUVs and then be Anti-Bush) in 2002, or --
sad as this is for me to admit -- my senior year of
high school in a small Montana town known as Anaconda.

The first one I think is just the scariest lyrics
ever, and I am oddly proud to say that they were
written about our guitarist's obsession with a girl
and not my own. Though, still...

Four years later (though I wrote the second song five
years ago after learning "power chords") I am amazed
that people came to our shows, and that I ever even
touched a girl.

Anyway, thanks for the site (and the book).

Cheers,
Pat Duganz





Untitled Valentine
By: the now defunct punk band Suburban Excursion
(This was our longest song)


I sit back and look out my bedroom window as I fade
into my own regret
Cause I'm not yours, not good enough for you

I don't wanna talk about it
I don't wanna think about it
I don't wanna look in the mirror today
Not today
(Repeat that twice)

Happy Valentine's Day my dear I hope you're happy
though I'm transparent to you
I can't see past these tears
I should go get lost, gone forever
Not ever here again, not ever again

I don't wanna talk about it
I don't wanna think about it
I don't wanna look in the mirror today
Not today
(Repeat that twice)

Now with your blue eyes and me without a care I can
see why we can't ever be together,
So happy valentine's day my love, I'll always be with
you, even when I'm gone, I'll still be with you

I don't wanna talk about it
I don't wanna think about it
I don't wanna look in the mirror today
Not today
(Repeat that twice)

What's he got that I don't have?
What's he got that makes you smile at him and turn
away from me?
I walk by and wonder why I can't be more like him
I walk by and wonder why I can't be more like him

(We had a bridge!)
Why I care about you, when you're so perfect, I'm
crumbling away and falling away without you.
Why I care about you, when you're so perfect, I'm
crumbling away and falling away without you.

(Now the chorus, but slow)

I don't wanna talk about it
I don't wanna think about it
I don't wanna look in the mirror today
Not today



Turbo Pop
By: the now defunct punk band Suburban Excursion


Too many questions always asked
Somedays I wish I could go away
Yeah no one ever understands the fight
I call my average day
Get out of bed to wash my head and face it anyway
Yeah but you're so cold I wanna find...
A warmer place to stay, to stay, to stay
A warmer place to stay, to stay, to stay

Step back, fade to black!
Step back, fade to black!

Too many memories long replaced
When I thought you were here to stay
All of my friends tell me that
You were a dumb slut anyway
I find it funny, think it's sad that you still ask to
be friends
But you're so cold I wanna find...
A warmer place to stay, to stay, to stay
A warmer place to stay, to stay, to stay
(Now with more feeling)
A warmer place to stay...