Submissions by Toxic
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Am TOXIC. Critical minder. Fair n tolerant. Am a creator of ma own works. On writins best define me as god. U miss sumtin not explored yet but remember No 1 is gud until encouraged even U.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jul 2019 10:35am
5th Jul 2019 10:35am
A Nigga’s Psalm
Today I woke up differently
Not by the alarm but by anxiety
It is that fear again
You know, the same one we all face in pain
Asking what’s the purpose of living
If we will end up dying?
Can we discuss this?
Should I attend school?
Should I go to work?
Should I sit home and get labeled a fool?
Perhaps I should go to Church and quirk
As I argue with priests and teachers who got no proof
Can we discuss this?
Appalled in the grasps of despair
The stench of pauperism in its greatest honor
The only certain look...
Not by the alarm but by anxiety
It is that fear again
You know, the same one we all face in pain
Asking what’s the purpose of living
If we will end up dying?
Can we discuss this?
Should I attend school?
Should I go to work?
Should I sit home and get labeled a fool?
Perhaps I should go to Church and quirk
As I argue with priests and teachers who got no proof
Can we discuss this?
Appalled in the grasps of despair
The stench of pauperism in its greatest honor
The only certain look...
#anxiety
#God
#SelfReflection
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
12th Jun 2015 6:25pm
12th Jun 2015 6:25pm
The flute pimp and his Snakes
These creatures we taught vicious by glance
With compelling eyes, hissing cries - you know the rest
We never give them a chance,
So they audition today to their best
They found a pimp - the flute and did strip dance.
What is the player's secret?
The Hopi ancestral entertainers is in an Asian flask
Even them loved the peace in the melody's discrete.
Courage is a fear with a mask.
These snakes wore it and fulfilled the task
Music is more than theory
In every single line we say, there's reciteful poetry
The hypnotizing cobra is...
With compelling eyes, hissing cries - you know the rest
We never give them a chance,
So they audition today to their best
They found a pimp - the flute and did strip dance.
What is the player's secret?
The Hopi ancestral entertainers is in an Asian flask
Even them loved the peace in the melody's discrete.
Courage is a fear with a mask.
These snakes wore it and fulfilled the task
Music is more than theory
In every single line we say, there's reciteful poetry
The hypnotizing cobra is...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Jun 2015 12:02pm
11th Jun 2015 12:02pm
Tocador
Masked with guilt
Behold, the fun's folly
Tasked with the hypocritic truth we built
Downward from the sun's storey..
We listen to the story that will suit
Behold, the fun's folly
Loothing, nuking, blood on the nape of Adam's fruit
Downward from the sun's storey..
Behold, the fun's folly
Tasked with the hypocritic truth we built
Downward from the sun's storey..
We listen to the story that will suit
Behold, the fun's folly
Loothing, nuking, blood on the nape of Adam's fruit
Downward from the sun's storey..
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DARK POEM
Published
8th Jun 2015 9:35pm
8th Jun 2015 9:35pm
Devil's breed
Is the night again
And he's awaken
Disguised in a baby shell, chucky's instinct fale
My dawn comes with mockery, no one believes my tale :
Clung between dreams and reality
As he proclaimed himself the dead bodies' diety
Blood guru: surgeon of pain
He feels amused in the cries of victims disdain.
And there he layed
Glowing eyes, like glasses on the sun
Her arms he held, like marionettes
He is the puppeteer : yes he's having fun..
Even fortune ran away from him : on road of tragedy
Watching him feast on her bones, my hiding...
And he's awaken
Disguised in a baby shell, chucky's instinct fale
My dawn comes with mockery, no one believes my tale :
Clung between dreams and reality
As he proclaimed himself the dead bodies' diety
Blood guru: surgeon of pain
He feels amused in the cries of victims disdain.
And there he layed
Glowing eyes, like glasses on the sun
Her arms he held, like marionettes
He is the puppeteer : yes he's having fun..
Even fortune ran away from him : on road of tragedy
Watching him feast on her bones, my hiding...
705 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Jun 2015 8:36pm
7th Jun 2015 8:36pm
For Sure That's Love
There is no G-spot for any lady - so quit.
If she's in love with you, you've found her clit
Yet grown - in her heart, your sheltered whole..
Like trumpet sleeves, her mind you blow.
Fingers and tongue
Like teeth and tits
Like friends for long
They feel good when they meet.
If she smiles at you with broken heart and soften views
You - though seldom funny, arouse her muse..
Think it straight, or imagine in curve..
There again : For sure that's Love..
If she's in love with you, you've found her clit
Yet grown - in her heart, your sheltered whole..
Like trumpet sleeves, her mind you blow.
Fingers and tongue
Like teeth and tits
Like friends for long
They feel good when they meet.
If she smiles at you with broken heart and soften views
You - though seldom funny, arouse her muse..
Think it straight, or imagine in curve..
There again : For sure that's Love..
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Jun 2015 9:18pm
6th Jun 2015 9:18pm
love on a wheelchair
Gallantry, the dieing rule.
Set path with distress on lovely nule..
Tears set the race
Ran on the platform of any Cheek's pace..
Gallantry, the dieing rule
How she falls in love has no tool
Be it a piece, fat , blonde or limb found wrong,
Everyone is beautiful just see it when we drunk
Shy, glued to the restriction as fear did fed.
Practice to dawn - and I'll be your audience she said
Islands of thought, plots on his fore memory
He painted her with his emotions, coloured her with truth
Sincerity he carved with ...
Set path with distress on lovely nule..
Tears set the race
Ran on the platform of any Cheek's pace..
Gallantry, the dieing rule
How she falls in love has no tool
Be it a piece, fat , blonde or limb found wrong,
Everyone is beautiful just see it when we drunk
Shy, glued to the restriction as fear did fed.
Practice to dawn - and I'll be your audience she said
Islands of thought, plots on his fore memory
He painted her with his emotions, coloured her with truth
Sincerity he carved with ...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Jul 2014 11:05am
21st Jul 2014 11:05am
I WISH I NEVER GREW UP
Don't You feel sometimes like me..
you are an adult cause once you were a kid...
Ignorant and spiced to happily be...
play on sands, parks with no responsibility lid...
Don't You miss....
been told by parents who love you...
And no future to Diss .. .
even those who abuse...
sure had a moment to recall of bliss...
Xmas Eves or Thanksgiving...
And sorry to those who i made sad memories bringing...
What was your favorite moment?
this to me is not a poem but a revised comment...
Hope i can still write to Santa clause......
you are an adult cause once you were a kid...
Ignorant and spiced to happily be...
play on sands, parks with no responsibility lid...
Don't You miss....
been told by parents who love you...
And no future to Diss .. .
even those who abuse...
sure had a moment to recall of bliss...
Xmas Eves or Thanksgiving...
And sorry to those who i made sad memories bringing...
What was your favorite moment?
this to me is not a poem but a revised comment...
Hope i can still write to Santa clause......
736 reads
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EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Jul 2013 3:29am
20th Jul 2013 3:29am
ORGASM in a GRAVE; SEX after death
Let it be
the sex that bid no urge to flee
the sweetness
g-spot of our weakness
the romance of dead bones
clocks around the grave time
the sound of marvelous awful tones
when we mate; caudally with harmony like music rhymes
kissed the edge
caressed each breast
million hours to every single sledge
I’ll borrow infinity to tease you best
if so tensed felt the fleshy tits
yet not well fed, this pleasure tips
the jealous stop of our awaken kids
our kids gets more your dearly lips
hence...
the sex that bid no urge to flee
the sweetness
g-spot of our weakness
the romance of dead bones
clocks around the grave time
the sound of marvelous awful tones
when we mate; caudally with harmony like music rhymes
kissed the edge
caressed each breast
million hours to every single sledge
I’ll borrow infinity to tease you best
if so tensed felt the fleshy tits
yet not well fed, this pleasure tips
the jealous stop of our awaken kids
our kids gets more your dearly lips
hence...
1083 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Jul 2013 00:03am
18th Jul 2013 00:03am
AM A CONTRACT
Let the sky cry
if tomorrow it would smile
every today is yesterday's tomorrow
yesterday is dry, wet today a while
Let the sky moan
it's fucked up to the bone
borrow me some joy as loan
I shall pay gladness as interest of it with a soft tone
Let the sky scream
like our first sex it's still a virgin
reality is just a dream
if i had another than you; life'll be broken no edging.
Your the sight in my blindness
the only senses in my unconsciousness
I don't care what everybody thinks
if reassured your face...
if tomorrow it would smile
every today is yesterday's tomorrow
yesterday is dry, wet today a while
Let the sky moan
it's fucked up to the bone
borrow me some joy as loan
I shall pay gladness as interest of it with a soft tone
Let the sky scream
like our first sex it's still a virgin
reality is just a dream
if i had another than you; life'll be broken no edging.
Your the sight in my blindness
the only senses in my unconsciousness
I don't care what everybody thinks
if reassured your face...
810 reads
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SONG LYRICS
Published
3rd Dec 2012 11:40pm
3rd Dec 2012 11:40pm
WILL oF a MURDERED ARTIST
I fell inlove to my pen. Sex addicted to my script....
Had a mistress my Fan..
It love her and my script....
Songs are foetus in me..
haters are after my life..
Am ready if you kill me to flee...
But please make me R.I.p by helpin my foetus Survive.
Had a mistress my Fan..
It love her and my script....
Songs are foetus in me..
haters are after my life..
Am ready if you kill me to flee...
But please make me R.I.p by helpin my foetus Survive.
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2012 11:19pm
3rd Dec 2012 11:19pm
PRINKS
Father, how do i break the padlock that cons success?
Dear Son, cultivate a Lions Brain in a Goat's Skull.....
Dear Son, cultivate a Lions Brain in a Goat's Skull.....
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Nov 2012 8:16am
29th Nov 2012 8:16am
L.O.L - A wise Captive and the Foolish Captivator
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