I'm a little crackpot, short and stout!
Here are my fake boobs, here is my gout!
When I get all steamed up hear me shout!
Turn me over and f*ck me out!
I'm a horny crackpot, yes it's true!
Let me show you what I can do!
You can f*ck my pussy and my crack
Just turn me over and I'll lick your sack!
Hate Poem to dear Bridgette by fugly-fruit, literature
Literature
Hate Poem to dear Bridgette
Author's Notes: After so many months of hating this specific person, I decided to write a poem to rid myself of rage. If you're wondering why "stiff" it was because she commented that I dance like a rock. I hope you guys like it!
Hate Poem to dear Bridgette
I drown in a sea
A sea of hate, burning my soul
My anger fuels me to live
In living, it leads me to kill
Death hangs in the air, looming so ominously
One little push and you'll be there
Slowly falling into a bottomless pit of despair
I am like a bottle, so full of emotion
With you laughter and smiles, giggles and rhymes
I seethe, resisting the urge to slit your throat
Yet you c
Death Poem to dear Bridgette by fugly-fruit, literature
Literature
Death Poem to dear Bridgette
Death Poem to Bridgette
You're dead, how joyful
Yet your friends seem so mournful
"They're next, you know…" I say to your grave
Here I am at your funeral, but inside I prance and rave
"Aren't you glad? I'll kill them all
One by one, I'll make them fall
Then you won't be so lonely rotting in hell
Dear Bridgette, I mean you only well…"
There they are weeping and grieving
Little do they know I comfort them seething
Oh how I plan to torture them 'til they scream
Yes, that be a bone-chilling dream
How I'd love to wring their pretty necks
To burn their flawless skin
To pluck their dazzling eyes
To purge their lovely figures
Their a
Farewell dear Bridgette by fugly-fruit, literature
Literature
Farewell dear Bridgette
Farewell dear Bridgette
Here ends my dedication to you dear Bridgette
As writing these poems grow tiresome and even start to bore
With every word, every rhyme, I had poured in my hate
For me to add or to erase, it is rather too late
I doubt you remember what enraged me as so
But it is better it you shall never really know
Keeping this grudge keeps me down and in pain
So it is time to stop pretending, time to stop this charade
I absolutely loathe you, your being, your essence
Given a chance I would kill you with no hesitance
At least it would end this long time longing
To slowly slit your throat, yes, that is my calling
But I cann
How Love Turned to Hate by fugly-fruit, literature
Literature
How Love Turned to Hate
How Love Turned to Hate
There you were strutting down the hall
And somehow that made my heart fall
Or maybe it was the way you ruffled your hair
Or the way you seemed not to care
Or the way you flashed your mega-watt smile
Whatever it was, it made my heart rile
I was so stupid back then, a sight to see
A fool of love, yes that was me
Love, the bitch, had blinded me from the truth
Unable to see, it led me to pain and suffering
I was such a dunce to think that I had a chance
I was so enthusiastic, I'd jump and prance
I'd shut my eyes to the fact you were such a prick
But I am to blame, that was my pick
I thank the curse of fate
AN: The title is "testimonies" because at the start of the story Riley was reading Alina's testimonies on her friendster page. When i wrote this story, friendster was a big hit....
Riley's POV
Perfect…
That's the word to describe him…
Why did I even develop this feeling for him… Of all the men… I just had to pick a guy in a perfect relationship… I sigh while disconnecting from the net. Maybe reading Alina's testimonials was a bad idea… I just wanted to find out what she's like beside N's rants… All he'd say is "Alina? She's so perfect!!!" or "She's so sweet!" or even worse, "I can never imagine my life without her…" Well, I was greeted
Testimonies
Chapter II
POV of Ice
Riley…
I wonder why you've been avoiding me lately?
I don't recall doing anything bad to you.
Have I hurt your feelings somehow?
No use worrying about it… It won't get him to notice me again… I open the door to the office and drop my bag on the meeting table. Slumping into one of the many chairs, I notice Riley's bag is on one of the chairs. Is he here?
I slowly make my way to one of the many doors leading into smaller rooms. With my 2 years in the council, I don't even know why the office has so many little rooms. Maybe it's for private meetings of something, or maybe it's used to snog your gir
Not Your Typical V-Day Poem... by fugly-fruit, literature
Literature
Not Your Typical V-Day Poem...
Turn up the radio, what do you hear?
Some sentimental fool who can't sing, but only brings tears
Oh how can I forget, the time is near
That inane day that comes only once a year
It's Valentine's Day, isn't that great?
But to be honest it brings me only hate
Seeing couples who like to kiss and touch
In terms of though, I must say they don't have much
When they are too busy flirting and groping
They do not realize people around them are hurting
They probably don't know when they flaunt their so-called love, puking is a must
Especially when they share their sickening gazes of lust
Little do they know, seeing them is such a scorn
So
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