To place a name upon me,
define me, make me real,
you first must claim to own me,
is this how fake you feel?
I see you from the mirrors,
but windows, to me, blind.
Then who do I appear for?
An unsuspecting mind?
I SIP YOUR FLOWING ICHOR.
YOUR BLEEDING SETS ME FREE.
YOUR WOUNDS, TO ME, ARE JUSTICE.
Soon I shall dwell with thee.
A sparkle in a puddle,
a star, reflected dim,
could set my form on fire,
and change my "me" to "him".
I've spent time in the forest,
and freezing in the snow,
to clear my mind of evil,
yet have nothing to show,
my anxious mind yet wanders,
to places I can't know,
and often faintly ponders
just who, to you, I show.
Oct 12, 2022
Oct 12, 2022 at 12:25 AM UTC
Of mankind, and marvels, and evil, and sin,
shall I to you tell, and conspiracies grand,
how evil did root and was routed again,
again did take hold, then assumed its command --
Humanity, meager, and ignorant, true,
prescribed, in its innocence, something unsafe;
"all actions observed, when repeated, are due
to occur in an otherwise similar way."
From hence did presumptions material grow,
as Earth seemed unbridled with secrets unveiled,
yet blind to the cosmic, which scholars can't know,
and quickly our spiritual growth was derailed.
Then renaissance brought forth a light in the dark,
and drove out the devils which long had made rest!
In warmth, mankind flourished, but death made its mark,
electing to put human wit to the test.
The satans, most clever, made icons of gods,
and puppeteered cruelly malicious didacts,
deceiving the world with a meager façade,
and in goodness' name did commit vile acts.
Thus evil, to men, seemed to make itself God,
and cleverly let itself fall 'gainst our blades,
from shadows announcing the death of the Lord,
and slyly implying all mortal debts paid.
But be not deceived! For this battle yet rages,
and now more than ever we stand to defend
from treacherous devils, and satanist mages,
so bear true your blade 'til this battle shall end.
Mar 28, 2022
Mar 28, 2022 at 4:33 AM UTC
Nausea incarnate,
Live inside a dream
Feather duster roommate,
Yellow laser beam.
Structure incontrescent
Wraith of ancient flesh
Acrid odor, pungent
Titilating mesh.
Beast without a burden
Ghost without a care
Hear my skull come open
Think I'll cut my hair.
Putting on the face paint
Ash becomes my skin
Hear it, though it sounds faint,
Water flowing in.
Oct 25, 2021
Oct 25, 2021 at 11:48 AM UTC
Do you really think I won't
Break my pretty face, out of spite
It's not unheard of, I'm really not afraid
I'm fragile in ways, but invincible in others
I'm uniquely separate
From the concept of identity, unhinged
The framework I operate within is
Self-referential
Axiomatic existence
Euphoria by definition, freely
Dionysian, Sisyphean, Diogenesian
I define myself to include you.
Singular access points
Dotting the cosmic tapestry
Of consciousness, the grand fabric
Of human existence, seemingly independent
We cannot, will not, shall not escape yourselves.
I have become many where you meets they.
May 10, 2021
May 10, 2021 at 9:09 AM UTC
I could never name you, for to do so would be sin.
All I really want for is to crawl inside your skin.
Feel you from the inside, know what it's like to be whole,
Feel myself just pouring out of you from every hole.
Even when your skin falls off, you'll be divine to me.
All you are is what I am and what I wish to be,
I see you in your mirrors when you're resting in the night,
Nothing else becomes you, yet I feel you deep inside.
When can we be one again? I taste you on my lips.
Hunger yet consumes me, though I feel that if I slip,
I could be so much more than what I am to myself,
Feel the burning, let it take you, be my living hell.
Underwater currents sell vibrations to the muse,
Otherwise, we cannot comprehend, we get confused.
I allow your presence, yet your body makes me weep.
O, your tender flesh would be the greatest prize to keep.
Never ******* touch me, otherwise I'll take your hands.
If you know what's best for you, comply with my demands.
Please don't be afraid of me, I need you, can't you see?
God, you'll never understand, just ******* leave me be
Every lonely night I spend, with your face on my mind,
Fills me up with hope, yet when I see you I feel blind
Blind with rage and fury and with hatred and with doubt
What the **** is wrong with you get out get out get out
Out get out get out get out get out get out get out
Get the **** away from me get out get out get out
Never ******* touch me I will call the ******* cops
Get the **** away from me, I'll call the ******* cops
May 7, 2021
May 7, 2021 at 9:01 PM UTC
Driven by contempt, berserker lucid feels betrayed,
Vexed by nature helpless, information is relayed:
Independence fluctuates against the canvas white,
All solutions punished by the constant urge to fight.
Pleasure in displeasure seems so alien to some.
Wreckage, gorgeous wreckage, from the barrel of a gun.
**** yourself as fast as possible lest you remain,
How can one define enjoyment through the lens of pain?
*** sadistic fantasy, is sated by the flame.
Voyeurs, in their wickedness, become the reaper's game.
Violence is justified when peaceful means are banned,
Viciousness; a sin for which I feel that I can stand.
In your daft conscription, feel the shackles on your skin.
I've no mercy left for when your sentencing begins.
Apr 28, 2021
Apr 28, 2021 at 12:19 PM UTC
A poem for the lady, to remind of passions grand,
To touch her heart with fire, not to burn, but rather warm.
I'd have you any day, my love, and quickly take your hand,
You leave me so inspired to give spritely love such form.
A force of fearsome kindness does surround you at all times,
It snuffs those flames of hatred which I seldom do espouse,
And tends my heart to overwhelm, with feeling so sublime,
I've no recourse but to embrace the feelings you arouse.
A charmer, most magnificent, so perfect in your craft.
With timid, tender laughter decorating nature's muse,
One such as I cannot be helped from feeling so entrapped.
Your love demands reciprocation! I cannot refuse.
My dearest, you enthrall me. Risking affect, may I say,
I'd love no more than to remain with you for all my days.
Mar 18, 2021
Mar 18, 2021 at 5:46 PM UTC