The F*ck

(Warning: Adult content. Writing poetry is cheaper than therapy. Thanks for listening ;))


We live in a world where we can say whatever

The F*ck

We want to say whenever

The F*ck

We want to.





These are MY words.

Yo* can take them,

Or leave them.

Sit on them,

Or fl*sh them.

Yo* choose,

To place meaning,

On what I say.

This is yo*r b*siness.

Yo* choose to follow

The winds of liars,

digging us f*rther into the r*t,

of our thin skinned morality.


I will live in world where,

My children are free to be whatever,

The F*ck

They choose.

If you wo*ld like to give me your *nreq*ited opinion

(That means I don’t care what yo* think)

Then we can converse in h*shed intimate tones,

Like lovers who hate one another,

awash with masks and inn*endo,

On the s*perlative cost of Freedom.

We can tell the stories

Long into o*r darkest night

Of times past,

Hard gripped baskets

Flowing with rotten *gly things.


I live in a world where I can be,

The best version of whatever

The F*ck

I am today.

It is not p*nishable by death

Or h*miliation

By men

for me to *se these

or any



I do not wish to live in a world,

Where we kill one another

For words.

This is not my world.

If this were so,

Then Shakespeare’s heart would have only been pierced by thorns,

His eyes wo*ld have never gazed *pon the rose,

And there wo*ld be no love stories to tell,

At all.








Love doesn’t always mean

Being sticky sweet  nice.

Love isn’t,

letting the world use you as a doormat.

Love doesn’t mean

that everyone will like you.

In fact…

Sometimes the greatest acts of love

Cut to the deepest places

This is the special love

that changes you forever.

And that is O.K.

Love isn’t ice cream on a cone,

or sweet flowers in a vase.

Sometimes love is a harsh goodbye,

When hellos are holding you back

Love is an ear,

When the mouth wants to move.

Love is seeing you,

without needing myself in the picture.

Love is not a complicated thing,

It’s all in the heart,

Opening wide –

Creating a new bright star.

Love is expansion

Not contraction.

Holding within its own self

The natural possibility of All.

Simply put;

Love is what you are.