my poem:

He loves me like my dad

By not caring about me at all

No mind

No heart

No soul

Pretty young thing

With nowhere to go

Lost soul

Begging for a man

To call her own

Friends with benefits

Without the friendliness

He seeks love

Yet, never gives it

Takes it for himself

And tosses me to the wolves

Once my brain fully develops

Plays with his food

Never swxllows it

Stxrves himself

For a fix of deprivation

Consumed by self inflicted dxpression

Hxll isn’t somewhere you’re born

You’re invited

A place you visit

He chooses burnt coal

Over a woman who gives freely

A precious stone

A dainty daisy

A beautiful baby

He would never love me

Because, he’s too ashamed of himself

His taste for dxmons

I asked to be seen

He shut the door

Locked it twice

With my claws still in the frame

Hot enough for a secret

Svxy enough for a weekend

Not enough to keep his attention

I wasn’t supposed to fall in love

Just a living twisted fantasy

poem: I Wish You The Best by boybasher, (2025).

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my poem:

“If you leave, I’ll miss you”

Yet, you’re already searching for a new me

Grim girl

Bitter boy

Fallen fantasy

2 years

Disintegrate before evil eyes

The second heartbreak of my life

I never dreamed with him

Only nightmares of treason

Babygirl needing protection

Once a cheater

Always a liar

How the svxy story starts

Is how the manic movie ends

Needs not met

Causes seeking

Long car rides

Dodge the city

So he doesn’t get caught

Lost kids

Abandoned adults

Match made in hxll

Feening for a glimpse of heaven

Now all I can think about is…

You under somebody prettier

Jealousy is the consequence of true caring

Grown women battling over childish men

Yet, I don’t compete

Where I don’t compare

15 years my senior

20 years gone

25 years burdened

You can have him

Just know I’ve been gifting him

With everything you’re lacking

Hvrt the brutal boy for me

He’ll never love you

For who you are

Committed to the torture

Always needing more

I wish you the best

Just without me

🎀

poem: Street Meat by boybasher, (2025).

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my poem:

I wanna be the psychotic girl

You tell them crazy stories about

The one dxing to be wifed

With too much freedom

She’s ends up acting like a man

Distant daddy

Manic mommy

Leaves the baby girl to chase loving

Bottomless void

Fills her lungs up with whatever burns

The cheapest candy

Gets you the most messed up

The only home she ever knew

She wears on her scrawny back

Lit cxg between perfect teeth

Someone took good care of her

Yet, her brain still broke

By her own decisions or was it foul play?

No want to apologize

No need to bow down

And praise an invisible man in the sky

All he did was pxnish her family

She prays for a better tomorrow

Yet, won’t crxck her habits

She’s been burning since 22

Artificial highs

Deceitful deeds

She’s living in hxll

While inhabiting a body

I tell him he doesn’t have to be nervous

He’s actually excited

The tent in his ripped jeans, speak volumes

He’s fantasized of girls like me

“Too pretty, they must be thorns”

Bites my leaking lips

Pulls me in…

Sticky hair

Salty skin

Soft sin

Collecting the smell of men

And wearing it as perfume

Forget myself, my thoughts, my mind

And let myself be prxyed upon

Like a rabbit, lacking willpower

The type of girl who’ll break your heart

On purpose

poem: Goth Girl by BOYBASHER, (2025).

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my poem:

In a state of giving up

Disguised as giving in

It’s not letting go

When he slxps you across the face

Kxsses you on the chin and robs your innocence

No need for dreaming

It only leads to stressing

Dead end roads

Cursed hometowns

Missed trains

Chased the red lights

For a dose of adrenaline

Life on autopilot

A self induced state of mind

The body aches

Unconscious memories

One yearns to erase

With every wrapped leaf

Inhale your fraudulent bliss

Each brown bottle

Swallow your bills

You learn to forget

Never to forgive

Healing open wxunds with tape

Masking brxises with paint

Makeup a happy ending

To a nightmare you aided in penning

A hxgh must be induced to be felt

Hold my one night lover by his dirty palms

Caress his withered face

Love him like a distant mother

Drop his boxers

Hook him by the thrxat

Grip his manhxod and whisper…

“You’re Welcome”

A lady with nothing to lose

Lives for the greed of the night

poem: Ghetto Girl by BOYBASHER, (2025).

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my poem:

I have a boyfriend

He’s everything

I like him so much

I don’t dare cheat

He lives so far away

And I’m no vxrgin mary

A beast isn’t tamed, til she’s married

Fell for his soft soul

Witnessing him father his child

Somber tears on cracked skin

Scary scars

Permanent ink

Memorials of friends he chose as family

Dirty baby

Tossed aside

Street sleeping

Couch surfing

Candy sxlling

You know you’re in love

When there’s a grown man, standing in front of you

Yet all you see is the traxmatized boy, dxing inside

For a hug from mommy

He rests his head on my chest

While I cradle his neck

Stroke his silvered hair

Tell him he’s the 1

He’s safe with me

My love stories are my own

Secrets turn into memories

You can never erase

Offer him release from the wicked world

Asking for nothing in return

Only found love and vivid color to paint our dreams

Passing cxgarettes

Cheap motel rooms

Sweat soaked sheets

Scruffy boots in the corner

A mother burden to never deliver offspring

A father who needed a reason to breathe

He fell in love with himself

After he saw his personality burst out, through his babies

Many moms

Good girlfriends

Pick up bottles and turn messy

Self soothe the pain, forced upon by stxpid society

Pigment of skin

Weight of body

Last names

A safe space to exist

Is what I seek and offer

Deep intimacy

Silent shrieks

Don’t need all the money

Nor upscale luxuriourities

An e-cxg and country boy to share spit with is enough

For ghetto girls like me

He gave me true sweetness

From his brittle heart

And now, I gotta sweet tooth for the rest of time

poem: Femme Fatale by BOYBASHER, (2025).

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my poem:

Girl from nowhere

American by mistake

Kids having kids

Ancestral shame

Closeted sin

Cold cements

Scrappy tennis shoes

Hopping couches

Dozing off in strangers sheets

Forbidden living

Unfaithful behavior

Til’ capital H smacks you across the face

God gifts

Devil tricks

Strokes your ego

Til’ you submit

Christian children kicking themselves out

Learning lessons you can’t be taught in tiled rooms

Befriending older gentlemen

Dating twice her age

Seeking a mentor

Offering her slender bxdy for locked knowledge

She pleads and prays

Something’s watching over her

And if they’ll offer her grace

A warm embrace for existing

Accidents she brought onto herself

Demons she attracted into her space

For a compelling story she hopes to read aloud

Collecting memories like SxTxDs

Transmitted energy she asked for

Hxrting herself on purpose

Without picking up the knxfe

Permanent Pokerface

Getaway Girlfriend

Beautiful Nightmare

Satin bows

Sparkly heels

Chasing danger

Like heaven is lonely

Neglects her holy

Pops pxlls to leave her bones

No dad wants to see their son wearing a pretty dress

No mom deserves to witness their child’s chosen fate

Raised to believe

“The woman is made for man”

As if, a man would exist if it weren’t for a wxmb

A martyr to ideals way older than her

Living in 2020

While the rest of the globe is stuck in BC theories

One giant fallacy

“So watch me create the greatest fantasy,

while they kiss my pedicured feet!”

She laughs out loud psychotically…

poem: Side Chick by BOYBASHER, (2025).

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my poem:

Can 1 be in love with 2, at the same time?

Double downing shxts of lies

Anything to feel

Like one of a kind

Convince me

I’m treasure you find

Pxin relief to a homesick bind

Nervous

Dxstressed

Undone

Dxting married men

For a sense of specialty

Slxeping with taken boys

For a taste of spontaneity

Texting dxrty guys

For a kiss of irresponsibility

Manic

Pixie

Dreamgirl

Burden to a role

Every girl must play once

Yet, I’ve played it every single time

Always side chick

Never the house wife

Evil eye

Hurt heart

Sour soul

Bound by prescriptions

Restrictions

Anxiety induced premonitions

What would you do if heaven was shown, yet never promised?

Dangled joy

Do you go on chasing something, that doesn’t exist?

Or chase a small moment, that will alleviate your stress?

poem: Dream Daddy by boybasher, (2025).

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my poem:

How could you love me as such

And not expect me to moan

“I love you”

Combat boots

Inked bodies

Adrenaline junkies

With no real reason to live

“Domestication is overrated”

Muttered under liquxred lips

Hxgh on something

A little stronger than lust

This feeling you can’t purchase

Motel suites

Faux furs

Plaid boxers

Tight dresses over barely lxgal thxghs

Pink lipstick with sparkling eyes

Dressed up for the guy

When all he really wants is underneath

Cxrrupted

Txrtured

Abxndoned

Mothering bad boys

Attracted lessons

Like I got a clue

On how to raise a man child

Toned

Dark

Handsome

Father to 2

Son to none

Big headed in more ways than 1

Depressed on purpose

Loved ones taken too soon

Living in hxll

Burned by existence

Masculine

Feminine

Vulnerable

Under these cheap sheets

He’s my dream dxddy

If I play my cards right

I’ll be adopted tonight

Whatta beautiful delight

Bagged baddie

Tamed txmptress

Dangerous daughter

You know when a kxss is real

And when one is required

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