Poetry competition CLOSED 13th May 2013 8:53am
WINNER
MaggieG
MaggieG
RUNNER-UP:
lightbaron
Raw honesty..
Anonymous
EXTREME CONTENT!!!!
I'd like him Pureed
Who he was made me question nature
such a mutation of gross perversion
was surely missed by natural selection
His mere breath added evil pollution
to the universe, every inhalation
an insult to justice and an ass fuck to fairness
I scratched frantically
trying with a desperation unknown
to most...to uncover any good
in his rotten core
and found nothing
nothing but a stinking middle, rotten
and infectious, a parasite
seeking the next unsuspecting host
to suck dry
Another lost idiot who'd play blind
and ignore his fucked persona and twisted
being..look away
as the demon cunt within rears it's head
turn away...
I could filet him without a twinge
of anything remotely human being stirred within
could drain him drop by slimey good for nothing drop
deep fry his pieces in hot oil..grinning
knowing I'd conquered evil
not in some comic book hero style
not on a world watched battlefield or
like Jesus
but I'd be taking out a fucking evil
the likes of which would make you want to hide
yet the creepy dickhead lives
lives on....but his days are numbered
and dependent on my shaky stability
and I'm feeling less balanced by the day
dreaming of candy floss, ice cream cones
and his blood covered corpse
face down in his own shit
because I've been in it..face first
wading through the sewer of filth that is him
I'd like him Pureed
Who he was made me question nature
such a mutation of gross perversion
was surely missed by natural selection
His mere breath added evil pollution
to the universe, every inhalation
an insult to justice and an ass fuck to fairness
I scratched frantically
trying with a desperation unknown
to most...to uncover any good
in his rotten core
and found nothing
nothing but a stinking middle, rotten
and infectious, a parasite
seeking the next unsuspecting host
to suck dry
Another lost idiot who'd play blind
and ignore his fucked persona and twisted
being..look away
as the demon cunt within rears it's head
turn away...
I could filet him without a twinge
of anything remotely human being stirred within
could drain him drop by slimey good for nothing drop
deep fry his pieces in hot oil..grinning
knowing I'd conquered evil
not in some comic book hero style
not on a world watched battlefield or
like Jesus
but I'd be taking out a fucking evil
the likes of which would make you want to hide
yet the creepy dickhead lives
lives on....but his days are numbered
and dependent on my shaky stability
and I'm feeling less balanced by the day
dreaming of candy floss, ice cream cones
and his blood covered corpse
face down in his own shit
because I've been in it..face first
wading through the sewer of filth that is him
Anonymous
Inside-Out
I just don't feel quite good enough
to my own standards
I can't measure up
I feel inside out
and back to front
try as I may
I can't live up to me
much less participate in
this induced reality
I'd sometimes like to shrink
sink and slip away
appear at will in some
make believe way
another day
a different time
for now, I'll just retreat
to the depths of my mind
and smile...
yeah, I'm alright
I'm fine...
I'm inside out
but I can shine
I just don't feel quite good enough
to my own standards
I can't measure up
I feel inside out
and back to front
try as I may
I can't live up to me
much less participate in
this induced reality
I'd sometimes like to shrink
sink and slip away
appear at will in some
make believe way
another day
a different time
for now, I'll just retreat
to the depths of my mind
and smile...
yeah, I'm alright
I'm fine...
I'm inside out
but I can shine
I have a rig hidden in the rafters
of the ceiling in my bathroom
because my sobriety
has a larger backdoor
than a dance floor
One weekend, out of every month
I accidentally become friendly with my ex
so we can honor our talents
drinking
and fucking a forgetfulness
until Monday
when my phone's messages
have been snooped through
I respect privacy over honesty
and "the one that got away"
traded the most unique
and beautiful display of grace
that I have ever seen
for the tastelessness
of a fragile faith
I am well passed the age
when a man should rely on himself
to pay the water works, the renters dues
court fees, but
I can't help but think
that the change in my couch cushions
might be enough to take the first bus
to anywhere nowhere
My biggest concern
is my positivity
because something don't seem right
about these rose colored glasses
being forged from blood
but, I only have this single
second, third chance
and it's hard to take the shit smell too serious
when the scent of flowers follows every fall
of the ceiling in my bathroom
because my sobriety
has a larger backdoor
than a dance floor
One weekend, out of every month
I accidentally become friendly with my ex
so we can honor our talents
drinking
and fucking a forgetfulness
until Monday
when my phone's messages
have been snooped through
I respect privacy over honesty
and "the one that got away"
traded the most unique
and beautiful display of grace
that I have ever seen
for the tastelessness
of a fragile faith
I am well passed the age
when a man should rely on himself
to pay the water works, the renters dues
court fees, but
I can't help but think
that the change in my couch cushions
might be enough to take the first bus
to anywhere nowhere
My biggest concern
is my positivity
because something don't seem right
about these rose colored glasses
being forged from blood
but, I only have this single
second, third chance
and it's hard to take the shit smell too serious
when the scent of flowers follows every fall
Anonymous
YOU WILL SCREAM IN PAIN
When I am finished
You will all be bleeding
Your guts hanging out
Lying in pools of excrement
Your intestines, your insides
Open to the world
I will make sure
You die slowly and painfully
In pain you call out
Delirious you shout
Please don't, please don't
It is too late for that
My knife is so sharp
My anger is so dark
This will be my masterpiece of revenge
For all the indignities
My ancestors
Suffered
From
You
Bastards!
When I am finished
You will all be bleeding
Your guts hanging out
Lying in pools of excrement
Your intestines, your insides
Open to the world
I will make sure
You die slowly and painfully
In pain you call out
Delirious you shout
Please don't, please don't
It is too late for that
My knife is so sharp
My anger is so dark
This will be my masterpiece of revenge
For all the indignities
My ancestors
Suffered
From
You
Bastards!
Anonymous
mikimoondancer said:EXTREME CONTENT!!!!
I'd like him Pureed
Who he was made me question nature
such a mutation of gross perversion
was surely missed by natural selection
His mere breath added evil pollution
to the universe, every inhalation
an insult to justice and an ass fuck to fairness
I scratched frantically
trying with a desperation unknown
to most...to uncover any good
in his rotten core
and found nothing
nothing but a stinking middle, rotten
and infectious, a parasite
seeking the next unsuspecting host
to suck dry
Another lost idiot who'd play blind
and ignore his fucked persona and twisted
being..look away
as the demon cunt within rears it's head
turn away...
I could filet him without a twinge
of anything remotely human being stirred within
could drain him drop by slimey good for nothing drop
deep fry his pieces in hot oil..grinning
knowing I'd conquered evil
not in some comic book hero style
not on a world watched battlefield or
like Jesus
but I'd be taking out a fucking evil
the likes of which would make you want to hide
yet the creepy dickhead lives
lives on....but his days are numbered
and dependent on my shaky stability
and I'm feeling less balanced by the day
dreaming of candy floss, ice cream cones
and his blood covered corpse
face down in his own shit
because I've been in it..face first
wading through the sewer of filth that is him
Gosh but this is good!
I'd like him Pureed
Who he was made me question nature
such a mutation of gross perversion
was surely missed by natural selection
His mere breath added evil pollution
to the universe, every inhalation
an insult to justice and an ass fuck to fairness
I scratched frantically
trying with a desperation unknown
to most...to uncover any good
in his rotten core
and found nothing
nothing but a stinking middle, rotten
and infectious, a parasite
seeking the next unsuspecting host
to suck dry
Another lost idiot who'd play blind
and ignore his fucked persona and twisted
being..look away
as the demon cunt within rears it's head
turn away...
I could filet him without a twinge
of anything remotely human being stirred within
could drain him drop by slimey good for nothing drop
deep fry his pieces in hot oil..grinning
knowing I'd conquered evil
not in some comic book hero style
not on a world watched battlefield or
like Jesus
but I'd be taking out a fucking evil
the likes of which would make you want to hide
yet the creepy dickhead lives
lives on....but his days are numbered
and dependent on my shaky stability
and I'm feeling less balanced by the day
dreaming of candy floss, ice cream cones
and his blood covered corpse
face down in his own shit
because I've been in it..face first
wading through the sewer of filth that is him
Gosh but this is good!
Three days, they said. Then the company's bust.
The third day was over two months ago. The kids
don't really notice at the moment, apart from me
being more present, but she knows I'm rotting;
turning gold to mud. The dogs refuse the cheap food,
and there's an eight hundred kilo horse,
each tooth like a fuckin' auction hammer.
My hand clenches every time I imagine
driving a chisel through its heavy skull.
On the train home from a wildlife park,
where the owls at the back of their small cages
didn't even notice the parents showing their children
how to say, "Ho-hoo, ho-hoo," and the deer
ate out of our hands, I finished my bottle of water, and it's a bottle
with a twenty-five cents value, but I had no way to carry it.
I put it in the bin and noticed a homeless drunk
walking along the train, checking all the bins for bottles.
He opened the bin nearest me, I was watching his face,
saw his eyes widen as his hand shot forward,
ripping my bottle from the bin, and adding
it to his extensive collection dragging behind him.
Then he kept walking, eyes on the next bin.
I had a lot of trouble trying to work out which
one of us most defines humanity; the man with a family
and no control over his life, or the man with fuck all
but a train ticket and an easy direction. I was thirsty enough
to give him ten more bottles, and broke enough
to throw us both under the train and leave the bottles for the kids.
The third day was over two months ago. The kids
don't really notice at the moment, apart from me
being more present, but she knows I'm rotting;
turning gold to mud. The dogs refuse the cheap food,
and there's an eight hundred kilo horse,
each tooth like a fuckin' auction hammer.
My hand clenches every time I imagine
driving a chisel through its heavy skull.
On the train home from a wildlife park,
where the owls at the back of their small cages
didn't even notice the parents showing their children
how to say, "Ho-hoo, ho-hoo," and the deer
ate out of our hands, I finished my bottle of water, and it's a bottle
with a twenty-five cents value, but I had no way to carry it.
I put it in the bin and noticed a homeless drunk
walking along the train, checking all the bins for bottles.
He opened the bin nearest me, I was watching his face,
saw his eyes widen as his hand shot forward,
ripping my bottle from the bin, and adding
it to his extensive collection dragging behind him.
Then he kept walking, eyes on the next bin.
I had a lot of trouble trying to work out which
one of us most defines humanity; the man with a family
and no control over his life, or the man with fuck all
but a train ticket and an easy direction. I was thirsty enough
to give him ten more bottles, and broke enough
to throw us both under the train and leave the bottles for the kids.
- Harlot’s Confession -
Part One: The Past
It started with me feeling alone and abandoned,
Fearing, to starve; or end up homeless, cold.
I was broken, and only love could thusly mend,
And then I see I am beautiful and not yet old!
One choice leads to another, as I cross a bend.
I am a whore; but I am not ashamed, of this!
My body yearns for the pleasure of lovely men…
And I feel joy when I bring them love’s bliss.
I have given of myself freely, and I would again,
Because, sometimes men are lonely, in need!
So if they find joy in whatever I can do for them,
Then I will try to make their spirits feel freed.
I have my pretty outfits, sometime sexy ones too,
And every guy has his fantasies he thirsts for.
So for whomever I love I will make it come true,
Because I am not ashamed of being a whore!
Fingers on my silk, every ribbon longing to undo,
Lustful hands upon my body: demanding more.
I love their hunger for me and I love their desire,
But I love most when they talk to me, sincere.
Telling me things, so filled with honesty, and fire,
Things wives and girlfriends will not ever hear.
Men can confide in me, I am like their confessor,
More trustworthy than any in a house of God!
Some see a whore and only want to possess her,
But not all men are like that in a fact most odd.
I love the romantics, who treat me to fine dinner:
The ones who pick me up to carry me to bed…
Whose eyes do not look at me like some sinner!
Even with me they’ll not mind breaking bread.
Part Two: The Present
The things as I did, before I met my soul’s mate,
I cannot undo, and I made my peace long ago.
For him, I stopped being a whore, perhaps late,
And, the extent of my harlotry he’ll not know…
But, he loves me, for all that I was, all that I am:
In him is all the joy I ever felt in others’ arms!
He knows, how quickly, many are to condemn,
A girl: who doesn’t mind sharing, her charms.
But now I’ll share them with only one, only him!
I am a whore no more, except for my darling.
I never hurt anyone; thus, I consider it not a sin,
That: other men first found me very charming.
I’ve never taken money, save on one occasion,
When, a man said I was beautiful, paying me.
I had used on him never any arts of persuasion,
He, simply found delightful, my fair company!
But, all that is in the past as I am settling down,
With, the man of my dreams: my sexy prince.
Not the fellow who paid me, away downtown,
No, with my love I can see us adopting kids…
Starting, a family, and having a beautiful home!
And so I am content in his arms not another,
From which embrace I shall not stray or roam;
As from a whore I become a wife, a mother.
I have nothing to confess, and naught to regret,
The future: is beautiful, like a brilliant dream!
My love has made it so the past I might forget,
And, in his eyes I see Paradise’s very gleam.
The bend I once crossed, I need never so fret,
For love has led me to a garden by a stream.
Part One: The Past
It started with me feeling alone and abandoned,
Fearing, to starve; or end up homeless, cold.
I was broken, and only love could thusly mend,
And then I see I am beautiful and not yet old!
One choice leads to another, as I cross a bend.
I am a whore; but I am not ashamed, of this!
My body yearns for the pleasure of lovely men…
And I feel joy when I bring them love’s bliss.
I have given of myself freely, and I would again,
Because, sometimes men are lonely, in need!
So if they find joy in whatever I can do for them,
Then I will try to make their spirits feel freed.
I have my pretty outfits, sometime sexy ones too,
And every guy has his fantasies he thirsts for.
So for whomever I love I will make it come true,
Because I am not ashamed of being a whore!
Fingers on my silk, every ribbon longing to undo,
Lustful hands upon my body: demanding more.
I love their hunger for me and I love their desire,
But I love most when they talk to me, sincere.
Telling me things, so filled with honesty, and fire,
Things wives and girlfriends will not ever hear.
Men can confide in me, I am like their confessor,
More trustworthy than any in a house of God!
Some see a whore and only want to possess her,
But not all men are like that in a fact most odd.
I love the romantics, who treat me to fine dinner:
The ones who pick me up to carry me to bed…
Whose eyes do not look at me like some sinner!
Even with me they’ll not mind breaking bread.
Part Two: The Present
The things as I did, before I met my soul’s mate,
I cannot undo, and I made my peace long ago.
For him, I stopped being a whore, perhaps late,
And, the extent of my harlotry he’ll not know…
But, he loves me, for all that I was, all that I am:
In him is all the joy I ever felt in others’ arms!
He knows, how quickly, many are to condemn,
A girl: who doesn’t mind sharing, her charms.
But now I’ll share them with only one, only him!
I am a whore no more, except for my darling.
I never hurt anyone; thus, I consider it not a sin,
That: other men first found me very charming.
I’ve never taken money, save on one occasion,
When, a man said I was beautiful, paying me.
I had used on him never any arts of persuasion,
He, simply found delightful, my fair company!
But, all that is in the past as I am settling down,
With, the man of my dreams: my sexy prince.
Not the fellow who paid me, away downtown,
No, with my love I can see us adopting kids…
Starting, a family, and having a beautiful home!
And so I am content in his arms not another,
From which embrace I shall not stray or roam;
As from a whore I become a wife, a mother.
I have nothing to confess, and naught to regret,
The future: is beautiful, like a brilliant dream!
My love has made it so the past I might forget,
And, in his eyes I see Paradise’s very gleam.
The bend I once crossed, I need never so fret,
For love has led me to a garden by a stream.
- Salvation from Darkness -
If those who hurt me could, for a moment, know…
The pain I have endured, the way it changed me,
And how I never once let the inner darkness show!
It would not serve to punish them enough eternally.
Even if I fed them coals as hot as their evil words,
I realize it would fail to give them any true sense…
Of what they did wrong, of what they did create.
Even if I hewed them asunder with a dozen swords,
It would not restore unto me my stolen innocence.
Nor would it, my desire for peace, ever once sate!
Only love can set me free now, all else lies in ruins.
Love and understanding, the depth of fair dreams,
Enough to make me forget: even a thousand sins.
But in the night I do still cry, and my soul screams!
When vengeance is not enough to set things right,
For so deep can pain cut the heart that beats hotly…
One must settle for serenity lest one become mad.
What profit is there in cursing the fates in the night?
It will not once restore unto me my stolen dignity…
Nor will it dry my tears when they fall, bitterly sad.
Only one thing can right the wrongs of my torment:
Love, the opposite of the hate shown to me so oft!
Merciful love, bright as can be the starry firmament.
Only love’s gentle wings can carry my spirit aloft…
Away from the hands, that seek to grab and claw,
Far from those who have done me the worst harm!
Saved from the devourers, and their greedy maw…
By a gentle boon, one that can make me so warm,
That the cold of old pain will not any longer afflict.
When I reach out, the one I love will reach back…
And that strong hand will bear me from the abyss.
Soon, I will not cry in the night, when all is black…
Because you will be here with me, to share a kiss!
Oh lover mine I wish you were with me right now,
But we must wait a little longer before our dawn…
Though the sun shall rise, and gentle waters flow:
Where in my soul all was dead, all broken down!
I stay strong for you, even in the midst of agony…
I endure mockery; I endure hardship, and worse.
Because I know our love is our brighter destiny…
And, that is what saves me from darkness’ curse.
Your love for me is my salvation, and I am yours!
An angel you have called me, and also a goddess.
The road to our paradise was the hardest course,
But soon we walk together, free from all distress.
When you come to dwell in my arms, very soon…
You will not find a broken and shattered woman.
I will be shining brighter than is the maiden moon!
Our love is my salvation, oh most blessed of men.
If those who hurt me could, for a moment, know…
The pain I have endured, the way it changed me,
And how I never once let the inner darkness show!
It would not serve to punish them enough eternally.
Even if I fed them coals as hot as their evil words,
I realize it would fail to give them any true sense…
Of what they did wrong, of what they did create.
Even if I hewed them asunder with a dozen swords,
It would not restore unto me my stolen innocence.
Nor would it, my desire for peace, ever once sate!
Only love can set me free now, all else lies in ruins.
Love and understanding, the depth of fair dreams,
Enough to make me forget: even a thousand sins.
But in the night I do still cry, and my soul screams!
When vengeance is not enough to set things right,
For so deep can pain cut the heart that beats hotly…
One must settle for serenity lest one become mad.
What profit is there in cursing the fates in the night?
It will not once restore unto me my stolen dignity…
Nor will it dry my tears when they fall, bitterly sad.
Only one thing can right the wrongs of my torment:
Love, the opposite of the hate shown to me so oft!
Merciful love, bright as can be the starry firmament.
Only love’s gentle wings can carry my spirit aloft…
Away from the hands, that seek to grab and claw,
Far from those who have done me the worst harm!
Saved from the devourers, and their greedy maw…
By a gentle boon, one that can make me so warm,
That the cold of old pain will not any longer afflict.
When I reach out, the one I love will reach back…
And that strong hand will bear me from the abyss.
Soon, I will not cry in the night, when all is black…
Because you will be here with me, to share a kiss!
Oh lover mine I wish you were with me right now,
But we must wait a little longer before our dawn…
Though the sun shall rise, and gentle waters flow:
Where in my soul all was dead, all broken down!
I stay strong for you, even in the midst of agony…
I endure mockery; I endure hardship, and worse.
Because I know our love is our brighter destiny…
And, that is what saves me from darkness’ curse.
Your love for me is my salvation, and I am yours!
An angel you have called me, and also a goddess.
The road to our paradise was the hardest course,
But soon we walk together, free from all distress.
When you come to dwell in my arms, very soon…
You will not find a broken and shattered woman.
I will be shining brighter than is the maiden moon!
Our love is my salvation, oh most blessed of men.
Everyone says they love honesty, like ice cream, and tiny tots in dress up gowns with puppies on their laps. No they don't, and neither do I. Stats of five million dead everyday, and a little girl getting an early start at the kindergarten of bending over are easy enough to swallow. But when an old woman with a cigarette, smelling your bloody underwear as if they're cake stares you down straight forwardly? Go figure, you start gagging.
Keeping your dignity, while the world feeds candor up your blasted out nose, into a vagina too small to do anything but pee, and deep past a little ass stripped, and watched while it shakes violently for the bystanders who have paid good money for their armoured reputations, children could never dent (But trust me Baby. They can dent you.) and those candid camera moments,
you ... well...
have tasted enough frankness.
Keeping your mind is even harder, harder than cocks used like pens to write all over you words that you're still trying to define, such as slut, trash, and whore. Did you know a ten year old could be a whore? Neither did I until that day ? It's okay... It's just honesty.
Keeping your heart, your Santa Claus, and Easter Bunny? Now that was a tough morsel. I still don't like chocolate. That sweet concoction;nothing but a pliable rectitude for swallowing blunt things, like dicks, cum, and dreams, and any love you thought you could have for anyone else or yourself, letting your insides turn rancid.
I can still hear all its flavors screaming deep down in my gut.
All Honesty ever gave me was a fucking ulcer.
Keeping your dignity, while the world feeds candor up your blasted out nose, into a vagina too small to do anything but pee, and deep past a little ass stripped, and watched while it shakes violently for the bystanders who have paid good money for their armoured reputations, children could never dent (But trust me Baby. They can dent you.) and those candid camera moments,
you ... well...
have tasted enough frankness.
Keeping your mind is even harder, harder than cocks used like pens to write all over you words that you're still trying to define, such as slut, trash, and whore. Did you know a ten year old could be a whore? Neither did I until that day ? It's okay... It's just honesty.
Keeping your heart, your Santa Claus, and Easter Bunny? Now that was a tough morsel. I still don't like chocolate. That sweet concoction;nothing but a pliable rectitude for swallowing blunt things, like dicks, cum, and dreams, and any love you thought you could have for anyone else or yourself, letting your insides turn rancid.
I can still hear all its flavors screaming deep down in my gut.
All Honesty ever gave me was a fucking ulcer.
The Stranger brings fear without
Feeling
Black and slick and tarry- shining against the white of slab
And words without
Meaning
Black and slick and tarry- shining agains the white of slab
We want honesty, but in reality
We want the finite
For the infinite knows no bounds
And in chaos, we fall
Dear Byron White,
You did not swing at the dragon
now you may sleep safe at night.
The walls you cry
Yet you do not move them nor take them down
When you crash
Lawd God, hit’s a-nudder one done done hit
Life is ripe so they say
Orr
is it something else nowaday?
Accident or not
you fall
Through tricks or truth
you fall
There is always dirt as long as you dig deep enough for it
Be careful what you find, some things are best left buried
return to thy bone cave
sit on your gold
1 shot, 4 shots, does it really matter,
If I don't cry at my mother's funeral and then hook up right after?
Oh Monster, My Monster! Blood hath been spilt
Oh Grendel, My Grendel!
Who had a great fall
my only wish
So may you all
And words without
We want honesty, but in reality
We want the finite
For the infinite knows no bounds
And in chaos, we fall
Dear Byron White,
You did not swing at the dragon
now you may sleep safe at night.
The walls you cry
Yet you do not move them nor take them down
When you crash
Life is ripe so they say
Orr
is it something else nowaday?
you fall
you fall
There is always dirt as long as you dig deep enough for it
Be careful what you find, some things are best left buried
return to thy bone cave
sit on your gold
1 shot, 4 shots, does it really matter,
If I don't cry at my mother's funeral and then hook up right after?
Oh Monster, My Monster! Blood hath been spilt
Oh Grendel, My Grendel!
Who had a great fall
my only wish
So may you all
Squirming
Sometimes
I pull up your mug shot online
and stare at it because
I like to think of you being
anally raped
every other day (at least)
for the rest of your life.
It makes me smile.
This tendency of mine,
it makes me uncomfortable
because I would like to think
that I'm better than you(you pinworm,
or something worse if I was more rational regarding you),
but I can't deny it.
I want to see you die.
There is no more pleasurable thought to me
than that of watching you
as your heart stops
and I hope
that you're very aware of the moment
when it comes.
I want you to know
that you've run out of time
and I want you to hurt
more than anything you've ever done to me.
No justice. Just revenge.
It makes me cringe,
this innermost secret of mine.
But it's the truth.
And when I have a bad day,
I pull up your mug shot
and dream of the pain
you're receiving.
And smile.
Sometimes
I pull up your mug shot online
and stare at it because
I like to think of you being
anally raped
every other day (at least)
for the rest of your life.
It makes me smile.
This tendency of mine,
it makes me uncomfortable
because I would like to think
that I'm better than you(you pinworm,
or something worse if I was more rational regarding you),
but I can't deny it.
I want to see you die.
There is no more pleasurable thought to me
than that of watching you
as your heart stops
and I hope
that you're very aware of the moment
when it comes.
I want you to know
that you've run out of time
and I want you to hurt
more than anything you've ever done to me.
No justice. Just revenge.
It makes me cringe,
this innermost secret of mine.
But it's the truth.
And when I have a bad day,
I pull up your mug shot
and dream of the pain
you're receiving.
And smile.
Anonymous
Today!..not!
The air offers a new whiff of putrid
same genre, different class
mocking me with it's brutal honesty
and a cheerfulness that screams louder
than the silence that preceded it
the happy sound of hope, curdling to rot
The room, alive with a jagged edge
yet, disguised under a blanket of serene indifference
these people sit like their ugly wasn't just exposed
like their rotted cores draped in failing flesh
weren't just paraded down the paths of my mind
My level of detachment has grown so that
I'm just placing "kill later"
notes beside their names til I'm alive enough
to comply with my curiosity and sentence them for real
The pieces all tied together in a posh bow
sparkling in it's crafted way
more glossed over than wrapped
the whole is greater than
the sum of it's parts
though some of these zombies
seem just as decrepit and gory
standing alone
without the plague of their peers
systemic failure to give a fuck
as every single one shouts
"I got less than my share!"
but the fuck bank is empty
overdrawn, in fact
Coy smiles and sardonic wit
spewing disregard in the form of
sarcastic, going backwards like
progress is subjective and falling is expected
Swirl it, stir the pot
spread the discontent like cheap margarine
over molded bread
they don't care, and won't
We're the good ones, right?
I'd be worse than them to agree with that.
The air offers a new whiff of putrid
same genre, different class
mocking me with it's brutal honesty
and a cheerfulness that screams louder
than the silence that preceded it
the happy sound of hope, curdling to rot
The room, alive with a jagged edge
yet, disguised under a blanket of serene indifference
these people sit like their ugly wasn't just exposed
like their rotted cores draped in failing flesh
weren't just paraded down the paths of my mind
My level of detachment has grown so that
I'm just placing "kill later"
notes beside their names til I'm alive enough
to comply with my curiosity and sentence them for real
The pieces all tied together in a posh bow
sparkling in it's crafted way
more glossed over than wrapped
the whole is greater than
the sum of it's parts
though some of these zombies
seem just as decrepit and gory
standing alone
without the plague of their peers
systemic failure to give a fuck
as every single one shouts
"I got less than my share!"
but the fuck bank is empty
overdrawn, in fact
Coy smiles and sardonic wit
spewing disregard in the form of
sarcastic, going backwards like
progress is subjective and falling is expected
Swirl it, stir the pot
spread the discontent like cheap margarine
over molded bread
they don't care, and won't
We're the good ones, right?
I'd be worse than them to agree with that.
