D.N.S. Poem: "Wrong"

Fuck you,
you bitch
for leaving me
adrift—
unable to trust
my own spit.

You're dog shit.
Suck a fat dick,
quick!
Before I kick your clit.
Your bullshit?
I'm over it.

No longer pissed.
This shit is bliss.
You won't be missed.
Forever this—
you've been dismissed.
My ass? Please kiss.

I'm goddamn done.
It's over, hon.
You haven't "won."
'Cause you'll never come
to the conclusion
you've done a damn thing wrong.

So fucking long.
It's your swan song.
See your ass out
at the sound of the gong.
Bong.
Your heart is gone.

You were fucking wrong.
12:54 AM, 09.14.2022

Poem: "Surface"

advice from a dime-store
nobody's got time for.
cross-stitched platitudes
about positive attitudes,
facing adversity strong
head on.

it's all fucking wrong.
I'm here
with my thirty-six years
to alleviate your fears:

give in. be weak.
fall to pieces.
just be.
fucking breathe.

Set free
ideas preconceived
the doubt?
throw it out.
let that shit drown
it's weighing you down.

just let go.
people float.
you'll rise
in due time.

but? sink first.

touch the bottom,
scrape your toes—
know
the sensation
so returning
isn't damnation.

rock bottom
is a myth,
underwater caverns exist,
you will surface.
-10:13 AM, 09/01/2022

Love Always, Haley BCU

D.N.S. Poem: "Earned It"

Can't forget
Your bullshit
Won't forfeit
I earned it.

My memories
They haunt me,
Your words
Become taunting

On repeat
No damn sleep
My prayer's weak
No soul keep.

My heartbreak
Is legit
I'll take shit
I earned it.

I'll protest
And regress
Dismissed
By an ice bitch.

I fucked up.
I've learned it.
This bitch
Fucking earned it.
4:22AM, Friday, January 14th, 2022

Love. Always.
@HaleyBCU

Fucking Freestyle: "Deadline Rhyme"

Deadline Rhyme - A Freestyle

Exhaustion
Got me tossin'
In the towel
Feelin' foul.

Gotta edit.
Won't regret it.
Deadlines don't wait
While I procrastinate.

Can't be late.
Won't tempt fate.
Save the self-hate
For future dates.
-9/17/21

Love Always, @HaleyBCU

D.N.S. Poem: "Love Sick"

#DearNotShakespeare,

I'm sick of writing books for you.

To you. About you.

I'm revolted by my prose,

Nauseated by my poems, &

Vexed by my text.

Hexed.

Cursed.

You're the fucking worst,

& I love you

More than most.

© @haleybcu, May 27th, 2021