TITosterone

*I would like poetry from people. E-mail your poetry/rants/writings/songs to Geekor if that's full--> slut*kiss. Female generated poems/writings are a plus hence the name "TITosterone." I may include them in the lastest issue of my zine. You will be fully credited for your work. And if you happen to have a zine or site, I'll hook you up with a plug.

Burn the Witch

i'm taking her down to where the daisies grow.
"show me things i've never known"
i'll be quick, i'll be clever
no one would suspect me- never.
i'll make her laugh, i'll make her cry
today that girls gonna die
deep inside i secretly hate the bitch
today i'm gonna burn the witch
you see she's been in my way for quite some time
talking about love and nonsense that doesn't make me a dime
i'm so tired of her face and pout
"our", "us", and "we" i can do without
so i'm plotting to rip her heart out
i know yo must be thinking i'm so mean
but my dear babies i need the green
green paper, green leaves in order to breath
she speaks to me in foreign tongues
acts like a baby filling her lungs
then one day i let go of my dream
i let the sweet girl taste my cream
her milk is so sour, he life holds no power
and did i mention, she's not even pretty.
after she's dead i'm gonna take my rocks to the city
and find me a pretty kitty
but today i have to scratch out my itch
today i'm gonna burn the ugly witch
by: Melissa


Baby Girl
baby girl
i'm gonna hug you so tight
you won't even notice i'm picking your pockets
baby girl
i'm gonna keep my eyes on you
i wouldn't want some other man to take haf y plan
baby girl
i wanna be your best friend
cause with this lie your hope of a relationship will never end
baby girl
i want you back
your so fucking gulable, you were the easiest free ride
i ever did have.
by: Melissa

Rocks
it's ugly living like you
your cream is dirty
no heart, just wiring
little you, you show care
is it love?
or just a reflection upon you?
a bloody stain
on my Sunday dress
what was i to you?
a pawn in a long game of chess
my milk is sour
it's so pretty watching me bleed.
by: Melissa

Hen
Ugly BIG Whore
CROOKED tooth
CROOKED smile
CROOKED heart
by: Melissa

Pretend
Show me your disguise.
Open arms, Loving eyes.
Hold my hand in pulic,
[promise me the world]
Then tell your friends i suck a good dick.
Call me baby girl,
I'm your one and only...
Then pawn my pearls
I know you are a lie,
But i lie too.
by: Melissa

The Locket
Just barely good enough for silver...
not nearly good enough for gold...
Cheaper is nicer to me.
A reminder of love lost.
i toss it.
spit in it.
close it up.
give it back.
by: Melissa

[untitled]
if you knew how punk rock pussy is
cunt
my blood, my tongue
my tits, my ring
glitter & chipped nails
dirty panties
pink, velcro
black eyes
thick bitch
by: Melissa

Jeska
Kitten
prettygrrrl
love you.
my doppleganger
glitterpiss
Mitten
bitchface
Love.
candycane
sweetheart
music
hate
comfort
claws
scratch
love you.
by: Melissa

Female
I am a Female,
but am i a woman?
Female in a cold sense.
Technically, Medically.
I have two breasts.
A vagina.
A uterus.
I bleed once a month.
Does that make me a woman?
I have a hungry belly.
I have short nails.
I am thick.
I am not perfect.
Does that mean I am desireless?
Does that mean I am ugly?
Does that mean no one should ever touch me?
Does that mean I am a dyke?
Does that mean I am a monster?
Does that mean I am not human?
Does that mean i'll never know love?
Howard Stern thinks i'm disgusting.
How dare i even live!
Fuck you.
I AM a woman because I AM.
by: Melissa


Barbie's Dead

she is the perfect little girl
blonde hair, blue eyes, anorexic
hypnotize
and she's so nice, she's so sweet
she's so pretty i'd love to meet she's the perfect example setter
well i don't want her around
representing how i should be
i've got the master plan
me and my little killing sprees
HANG HER, BURN HER, DROWN HER
SHOOT HER, STAB HER, SMOTHER HER
CRUCIFY HER it doesn't matter
as long as barbie is dead
we can all be fat and ugly
we can all be flat and ugly
because barbie's dead
By: Candy Darling Stealing This poem could result in me tracking you down and making you listen to Mariah Carey. Visit Candy's Hole site, Perfect Sin.


[here are some poems i added 4-17-99]

Parts or All of the Face can be peeled
sweetness, i don't want anything from you--
i just wanna borrow your heart for an hour.
"tonight i am so in love" he said.
tomorrow i am desireless.
look in my eyes and lie to me.
lie to me saturday but remember your integrity monday.
by: melissa geeker grrrl


I Don't Wanna Wear Sunglasses
I think i'm pretty.
You make me feel ugly.
I can feel sunshine on my eyes.
Your the aftermath.
Seeing darkspots.
It hurts so,
I close my eyes.
by: melissa geek

Missing

It

sick stomach pit

sore heart

a bed with room for one more

longing the interlock

alone

empty head, heart, and arms.

no desires

wanting the comfort

needing it

like heroine

sick from withdraw

by: Melissa geek

[untitled]

the stars in the windows of those bright light tower blocks shone, blinded me, glistened with the charisma of Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffanies..the chic elegance and grace which in our society is dreamt of by the rich slick suit men who grasp with hungry fists at profit, chasing the £ & $ which is so illusive to their greasy skin, bubbling pig fat, blistering the surface of the manicured skin..And the angels came down to the murky depths of depression and filth to fill us all with their glowing energy, to purify our souls with heavenly goodness..instead baby we hallucinated on their angel dust and my dress comes undone revealing my naked, volatile body to the freaks of nature. I'm doll like china, pure white untouched then the angel cuts me open and this red red blood just drips one drop which stains my body forever, a red mark on the virginal white-I'm ripped, torn, raped by the elements infused by darkness shards of glass enprism me with rainbow cheer a wash of indigored paints my skin the brushes stab me creating blue wounds violet cuts my body rife with fury reflects the angelic present from on high instantaneously I'm fucking with animal instinct I'm prowling for a new lay another to use me and discarded in the gutter I lay washed up with my blind fear as protection..now baby I burn black for you, my purity has been turned..a bouquet of roses for you who thought I couldn't live or die with flaming hatred scolding my heart I was a good girl, do you remember, when I was nailed into perfection frustration ate me with wolf like teeth, instruments to cut, savage me.. I'm scraps to sacrifice to another power, rid me of the pain which strangles me. rank suffocates me, my mind can not breathe unless you free me and let me join the angels and stars, reside in heaven where I belong, I fit. I'm no longer your toy gift to screw with...the Angels want me now.

C/K Copyright 23 dec 99
This beautiful poem with Hole induced words was written by Katherine