Submissions by SychophanticSlag
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Often flawed, rarely favored.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Jun 2011 8:06am
13th Jun 2011 8:06am
Media Plaything
My baby's rotting away.
His eyes are fixed on a multi-colored brainwashing machine.
Electric figures with vibrant hues,
Pushing moronic ill-based views.
Turn it off but the coverage is everywhere.
My baby's rocking back and forth to a new tune,
A wave of thought-altering lies,
Hypocritical melodic ear piercing cries.
Brilliant, tall gleaming machines,
Taking my baby away.
Prodding and injecting,
His eyes are glazed over and I can tell,
My baby's just another media plaything.
His eyes are fixed on a multi-colored brainwashing machine.
Electric figures with vibrant hues,
Pushing moronic ill-based views.
Turn it off but the coverage is everywhere.
My baby's rocking back and forth to a new tune,
A wave of thought-altering lies,
Hypocritical melodic ear piercing cries.
Brilliant, tall gleaming machines,
Taking my baby away.
Prodding and injecting,
His eyes are glazed over and I can tell,
My baby's just another media plaything.
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LOVE POEM
Published
11th Jun 2011 3:53am
11th Jun 2011 3:53am
beautiful montrosity
You're a beautiful montrosity,
Dead to the world, with nowhere to go.
Saying you're afraid of rejection, I say you're afraid to live.
So let me dig deep inside of you,
like a maggot in a corpse.
Tell me your deepest, most grotesque thoughts.
Or the prettiest spatters in your mind.
I find it hard to judge you either way.
Your cold demeanor draws me closer,
Lie and say your heart is moth-eaten.
I'll knit you a better one.
Please don't turn away,
You're morbid caricature is all I'm looking for.
So let me run into your decayed arms, ...
Dead to the world, with nowhere to go.
Saying you're afraid of rejection, I say you're afraid to live.
So let me dig deep inside of you,
like a maggot in a corpse.
Tell me your deepest, most grotesque thoughts.
Or the prettiest spatters in your mind.
I find it hard to judge you either way.
Your cold demeanor draws me closer,
Lie and say your heart is moth-eaten.
I'll knit you a better one.
Please don't turn away,
You're morbid caricature is all I'm looking for.
So let me run into your decayed arms, ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Jun 2011 8:19pm
8th Jun 2011 8:19pm
To Write Shit On Her Arms
I've got a brand andI've got a lie,
Media stunt for my suicide.
Looking cool when I die,
Covering up consumers lie.
You see I really hurt,
The kind of pain...well you know I can't really explain.
But, you know, I've got this shirt.
I'll be going down in style,
While you count your money, my 'death' brings in the honey.
Bleeding, feeding, cheating,
A fashionable youth crazed fooling.
xxx
This poem is about To Write Love On Her Armswhich isconsidered a charity that helps teenagers with depression, self-harm issues, and,...
Media stunt for my suicide.
Looking cool when I die,
Covering up consumers lie.
You see I really hurt,
The kind of pain...well you know I can't really explain.
But, you know, I've got this shirt.
I'll be going down in style,
While you count your money, my 'death' brings in the honey.
Bleeding, feeding, cheating,
A fashionable youth crazed fooling.
xxx
This poem is about To Write Love On Her Armswhich isconsidered a charity that helps teenagers with depression, self-harm issues, and,...
1052 reads
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ANGER POEM
Published
8th Jun 2011 6:10am
8th Jun 2011 6:10am
Pesticide Princess
Tear the mask off so everyone can see your cheating face,
Show mummy what a fucking eyesore she's raised.
You can wrap yourself in lace and lies,
and you will never be a prize.
Drink up while you can dear, it won't last long.
Because I'm planning my revenge,
I'm afraid it's too late to repent.
I won't be happy till your brains are smeared against the wall,
Laugh now but I promise someday you won't stand so tall.
You can rip my style, my friends, most everything,
but you'll never amount to me.
Babe you're a fucking parasite,
and I'm happy...
Show mummy what a fucking eyesore she's raised.
You can wrap yourself in lace and lies,
and you will never be a prize.
Drink up while you can dear, it won't last long.
Because I'm planning my revenge,
I'm afraid it's too late to repent.
I won't be happy till your brains are smeared against the wall,
Laugh now but I promise someday you won't stand so tall.
You can rip my style, my friends, most everything,
but you'll never amount to me.
Babe you're a fucking parasite,
and I'm happy...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Jun 2011 10:36pm
4th Jun 2011 10:36pm
Bastards in Caskets
Dead baby in a crib of thorns,
One last spittle of blood on a dirty bib,
He won’t cry anymore.
Mommy doesn’t feel bad,
Didn’t deserve an accidents’ torture,
She won’t suffer anymore.
And Daddy doesn’t care either way.
One last spittle of blood on a dirty bib,
He won’t cry anymore.
Mommy doesn’t feel bad,
Didn’t deserve an accidents’ torture,
She won’t suffer anymore.
And Daddy doesn’t care either way.
708 reads
5 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
31st May 2011 8:24am
31st May 2011 8:24am
Sorry.
I know we've lost touch lately,
more like the last four years or so.
It makes me tremble thinking about it.
I love you, you should know; I tell you daily.
But I wish I could show you more.
Pushing you away, I don't like you seeing me hurt.
I am really, really hurt. and I can only fix myself.
But, God, I just want to be coddled.
Growing older, I'm not sure how much more coddling I will get from you in this lifetime.
I'm sorry.
I should clean my hair more often, go to school maybe once a week, and do more than drown in my self pity.
And I swear to...
more like the last four years or so.
It makes me tremble thinking about it.
I love you, you should know; I tell you daily.
But I wish I could show you more.
Pushing you away, I don't like you seeing me hurt.
I am really, really hurt. and I can only fix myself.
But, God, I just want to be coddled.
Growing older, I'm not sure how much more coddling I will get from you in this lifetime.
I'm sorry.
I should clean my hair more often, go to school maybe once a week, and do more than drown in my self pity.
And I swear to...
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th May 2011 10:58am
28th May 2011 10:58am
You haven't realized it yet.
I cried for you,
bled for you,
stuck up for you.
Because that's what best mates do.
You left me,
alone,
cold,
and all worn up because you found 'love'.
...But now you're just as lonely as me,
with a seemingly perfect, yet deviant hubby to be,
Well, best mate, isn't that rough?
bled for you,
stuck up for you.
Because that's what best mates do.
You left me,
alone,
cold,
and all worn up because you found 'love'.
...But now you're just as lonely as me,
with a seemingly perfect, yet deviant hubby to be,
Well, best mate, isn't that rough?
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SELF POEM
Published
28th May 2011 10:42am
28th May 2011 10:42am
Quirks of an Abusive Relationship
"Hopeless and hideous,
Vain with an ugly name.
Naivete, Nymphet.
No one can, and no one will love you,
Except for me of course.
Subject to me, and only me.
No time for childs play,
I'll make you a woman someday..
I will be your only treat."
These are all things you said, that somehow strengthened me.
Vain with an ugly name.
Naivete, Nymphet.
No one can, and no one will love you,
Except for me of course.
Subject to me, and only me.
No time for childs play,
I'll make you a woman someday..
I will be your only treat."
These are all things you said, that somehow strengthened me.
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DARK POEM
Published
28th May 2011 00:40am
28th May 2011 00:40am
Milk and Honey
Caught up in a drunken facade
Dazed and drowsy, obnoxious and rowdy.
Grabbing my arm barbarously and pulling me closer, anxiously.
and I'm no longer having fun.
Disoriented I cant find the simple word, "No."
Pushing me down with corrupt hands, I lost my chance to run.
Undressing and teasing, this moment drags on tauntingly slow.
and with one hard thrust I've lost my honey glow.
Dazed and drowsy, obnoxious and rowdy.
Grabbing my arm barbarously and pulling me closer, anxiously.
and I'm no longer having fun.
Disoriented I cant find the simple word, "No."
Pushing me down with corrupt hands, I lost my chance to run.
Undressing and teasing, this moment drags on tauntingly slow.
and with one hard thrust I've lost my honey glow.
1218 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th May 2011 10:17am
27th May 2011 10:17am
Pop Crush
Your Manc monologue;
Deep gutteral heart ache pain laced with wit and desirable disdain.
Aged like fine wine;
Just as charming, but, How long have you been unloveable, untouchable? Well, I say, it's not like those days anymore.
I'm just a young bird;
Lacking, childish, and failing. Though a devoted desciple I may be a tad crazy.
But, I swear, I've earned it, Baby.
Deep gutteral heart ache pain laced with wit and desirable disdain.
Aged like fine wine;
Just as charming, but, How long have you been unloveable, untouchable? Well, I say, it's not like those days anymore.
I'm just a young bird;
Lacking, childish, and failing. Though a devoted desciple I may be a tad crazy.
But, I swear, I've earned it, Baby.
847 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
26th May 2011 7:38am
26th May 2011 7:38am
Perfect Couple
Ungrateful Goddess
Tears away her bodice
Impetuous Whore
Gives all the men a fine tour
Like a leech suck me dry
Take my health, take my wealth
Drive me crazy
Drive me ill
Feeds her depression with crazy pills
Anything for shoddy thrills
Sleazy boy
Goes from toy to toy
Debauchee, shame free
He's soulless
Feeding on the ruins of a Goddess
Takes me life, makes up a suitable wife
He must be proud parading harlot around
Congratulate him on his trophy whore
Feeds his lust with crazy girls
Anything...
Tears away her bodice
Impetuous Whore
Gives all the men a fine tour
Like a leech suck me dry
Take my health, take my wealth
Drive me crazy
Drive me ill
Feeds her depression with crazy pills
Anything for shoddy thrills
Sleazy boy
Goes from toy to toy
Debauchee, shame free
He's soulless
Feeding on the ruins of a Goddess
Takes me life, makes up a suitable wife
He must be proud parading harlot around
Congratulate him on his trophy whore
Feeds his lust with crazy girls
Anything...
948 reads
3 Comments
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