brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
5th Oct 2018 1:58am
5th Oct 2018 1:58am
Here's what I do
What do you do with the mad that you feel
When you’re so angry you could spit
When your skin crawls with rage every day
And everyone seems full of shit
Do you punch a hole straight through the grin
on every oppressor’s big jaws?
Tear open his belly with your teeth
Disembowel him with your bare claws?
It’s great to be able to pour out the hate
When you see that the world has gone wrong
To imagine the evil that you could commit
As you sing this little song:
Just fuck you, you assholes - accomplices too
For...
When you’re so angry you could spit
When your skin crawls with rage every day
And everyone seems full of shit
Do you punch a hole straight through the grin
on every oppressor’s big jaws?
Tear open his belly with your teeth
Disembowel him with your bare claws?
It’s great to be able to pour out the hate
When you see that the world has gone wrong
To imagine the evil that you could commit
As you sing this little song:
Just fuck you, you assholes - accomplices too
For...
#anger
#dark
#evil
#WritingPoetry
#suffering
624 reads
8 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 12:56pm
10th Mar 2025 12:56pm
The Psychosexual Realm of Rape (Cauldron Kill Series)
#evil
#sex
#violence
77 reads
10 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
18th Mar 2025 2:23am
18th Mar 2025 2:23am
The Funeral Comedienne
The Orthodox rabbi had probably never seen anything like it.
First there was the fact that he was dealing with ultra-reformed Jews,
few of whom had been in a synagogue in the past five- or more- years.
Why wasn't there a reformed rabbi? The orthodox one was the only rabbi in their small Central California town
So an Orthodox funeral and burial it was.
I liked to think mom was being taken care of by the highest authority,
helping her transition.
Can you understand that I need to believe in something?
Besides, when I'd...
First there was the fact that he was dealing with ultra-reformed Jews,
few of whom had been in a synagogue in the past five- or more- years.
Why wasn't there a reformed rabbi? The orthodox one was the only rabbi in their small Central California town
So an Orthodox funeral and burial it was.
I liked to think mom was being taken care of by the highest authority,
helping her transition.
Can you understand that I need to believe in something?
Besides, when I'd...
#evil
#funeral
139 reads
11 Comments
Connotation
Poem Published
30th Apr 2024 7:21pm
30th Apr 2024 7:21pm
Counterfeit Shepherd
Counterfeit shepherd, balancing measures.
Prowling defector, altruist rebel.
Palaces treasure, mountainous networks.
Cowardice clever, hallowing renders.
Townships for tenure, towering tensions.
Floundering feathers, souring scepter.
Callousness censures, gallows get reveled.
Hounding are hecklers, now has this severed.
Shrouding the pleasures, shall your endeavors.
Proud of his center, powerless fester.
Alchemist tester, how to tend splendor.
Scouring enters, bound until better.
...
Prowling defector, altruist rebel.
Palaces treasure, mountainous networks.
Cowardice clever, hallowing renders.
Townships for tenure, towering tensions.
Floundering feathers, souring scepter.
Callousness censures, gallows get reveled.
Hounding are hecklers, now has this severed.
Shrouding the pleasures, shall your endeavors.
Proud of his center, powerless fester.
Alchemist tester, how to tend splendor.
Scouring enters, bound until better.
...
#dark
#death
#devil
#evil
#rhyming
223 reads
0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
13th Jan 2018 1:31am
13th Jan 2018 1:31am
public enemy number one ..
president trump says
he ain't coming to london,
and we (undaunted)
will simply have to
struggle
on without america's
most vaunted ..
he ain't coming to london,
and we (undaunted)
will simply have to
struggle
on without america's
most vaunted ..
#dark
#corruption
#politics
#evil
#greed
563 reads
7 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
12th Mar 2024 3:33pm
12th Mar 2024 3:33pm
Twin Beds-with Adagio
In shadows beneath the bed
death among the bangers
listening to the curse
swallowing the dead
in shadows beneath the bed
of a zombie eating my shoes
from heel to tongue
a rigid corpse cold and glum
The whine of eager hunger
echoes in desolate halls
gangrenes light sweep walls
hiding the hordes of darkness
created monsters of the human mind
the safety of beds on both sides
mere desperate imagination
helpless in hopelessness
death among the bangers
listening to the curse
swallowing the dead
in shadows beneath the bed
of a zombie eating my shoes
from heel to tongue
a rigid corpse cold and glum
The whine of eager hunger
echoes in desolate halls
gangrenes light sweep walls
hiding the hordes of darkness
created monsters of the human mind
the safety of beds on both sides
mere desperate imagination
helpless in hopelessness
#dark
#evil
#WritingPoetry #collaboration
#WritingPoetry #collaboration
200 reads
8 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
17th Jul 2022 3:09pm
17th Jul 2022 3:09pm
Hang Him High Pt. 2
Hung from the highest tree in the territory, the rope long since rotted
The ground reclaimed the corpse, his body was never plotted
Left hung until his body dropped and was absorb into the black ground
Nothing living would approach it, there was evil all around
So year by year he eroded and dissolved away
The people that hung him had long since past away
But there was stories still told, late by candle light
Of how he would return if conditions were right
No ouija board or séance would be needed
A late night spark after...
The ground reclaimed the corpse, his body was never plotted
Left hung until his body dropped and was absorb into the black ground
Nothing living would approach it, there was evil all around
So year by year he eroded and dissolved away
The people that hung him had long since past away
But there was stories still told, late by candle light
Of how he would return if conditions were right
No ouija board or séance would be needed
A late night spark after...
#dark
#death
#evil
308 reads
0 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
30th Mar 2019 10:39pm
30th Mar 2019 10:39pm
Ghost Town Maniac
Just a ghost town maniac
Empty streets to run riot
Everything feels the same
Reason is paralysed
Alive in a final scream
Only human
Implies some kind of sanity
I am every little monster
Born in my head
A switchblade messiah
The blackness in this soul
Reaches out like a flame
To burn down the world
A faithless revolution
That seeks to destroy
Behind my evil eye
I see in the colour red
Light has no gravity in my heart
Come lay yourself
In my arms of misery
...
Empty streets to run riot
Everything feels the same
Reason is paralysed
Alive in a final scream
Only human
Implies some kind of sanity
I am every little monster
Born in my head
A switchblade messiah
The blackness in this soul
Reaches out like a flame
To burn down the world
A faithless revolution
That seeks to destroy
Behind my evil eye
I see in the colour red
Light has no gravity in my heart
Come lay yourself
In my arms of misery
...
#dark
#evil
580 reads
10 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
10th Dec 2023 9:07pm
10th Dec 2023 9:07pm
The Act Of Engaging Elphaba (West) Nessarose (East)
You may need encouragement when the garment of your vile is lifted
That hate from you on display, not found in me, my persona will never be shifted
My blood festering in you, will take you out of your cordial groove
That is the divine law of nature when life does not pity the fool
When coveting animosity, the acidy rains that fall has no rules
The heart and mind in contention of being the student in someone else’s hard Knox school
Such a dim-witted fool ...
That hate from you on display, not found in me, my persona will never be shifted
My blood festering in you, will take you out of your cordial groove
That is the divine law of nature when life does not pity the fool
When coveting animosity, the acidy rains that fall has no rules
The heart and mind in contention of being the student in someone else’s hard Knox school
Such a dim-witted fool ...
#war
#spiritual
#witches #evil
#witches #evil
316 reads
smackdownraven
Poem Published
1st Nov 2023 1:37am
1st Nov 2023 1:37am
Stir
The madman weeps for scarred remains
with eager interest reaps the present
a lock of hair
something personal
gifted off the corpse...
his prized little gifty
a songbird singing sonnets for the damned
refuses the invitation
Her lips wet with lullabies
says goodbye all too soon
you think, how dare the tart?
Impertinent woman with childlike wonder
is it any wonder you dislike her
A door a jar
peek a boo
then she's gone again
No mortal can claim her
the sweet surrender of this darkling ...
with eager interest reaps the present
a lock of hair
something personal
gifted off the corpse...
his prized little gifty
a songbird singing sonnets for the damned
refuses the invitation
Her lips wet with lullabies
says goodbye all too soon
you think, how dare the tart?
Impertinent woman with childlike wonder
is it any wonder you dislike her
A door a jar
peek a boo
then she's gone again
No mortal can claim her
the sweet surrender of this darkling ...
#evil
#Halloween
207 reads
2 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
12th Jan 2023 1:44am
12th Jan 2023 1:44am
decade that murdered the future
J.F.K.
Robert
Kennedy
Dr Martin
Luther King
bullets speak
an undisputed
truth
the future
gone
the past doesn't
lie
look at us
now
love
flower
power
1960's
bullshit
Robert
Kennedy
Dr Martin
Luther King
bullets speak
an undisputed
truth
the future
gone
the past doesn't
lie
look at us
now
love
flower
power
1960's
bullshit
#lies
#evil
#shadows #manipulation
#shadows #manipulation
321 reads
6 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 1:25pm
5th Mar 2025 1:25pm
MOUTHFUL OF KNIVES
What does the body do with a wound it cannot close?
A memory that just won't fade , a dream that replays a thousand times that you can't run from!
Thoughts that drown and swallow you from the inside out.
The wind shreds its own breath, bleeding rust between its teeth. Oh the taste of Iron ! All too familiar, all too real.
A mouth unhinges. Not to scream, not to pray—just to split, broken thoughts, empty.
Something shatters under the skin—bone, voice, meaning— lost , no where to hide.
a hymn reduced to marrow, an altar eaten from the inside out.
A stone...
A memory that just won't fade , a dream that replays a thousand times that you can't run from!
Thoughts that drown and swallow you from the inside out.
The wind shreds its own breath, bleeding rust between its teeth. Oh the taste of Iron ! All too familiar, all too real.
A mouth unhinges. Not to scream, not to pray—just to split, broken thoughts, empty.
Something shatters under the skin—bone, voice, meaning— lost , no where to hide.
a hymn reduced to marrow, an altar eaten from the inside out.
A stone...
#abuse
#despair
#evil
#suffering
#tragedy
125 reads
2 Comments
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