Visions-of-Insanity - Hello Poetry

Daddy, come look!! Mommy pointed a gun at her face and fired it! She won’t get up Daddy, she’s funny looking, come look!

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May 11, 2025

May 11, 2025 at 5:18 PM UTC

Happy Mother's Day

Daddy, come look!! Mommy pointed a gun at her face and fired it! She won’t get up Daddy, she’s funny looking, come look!

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I licka finger best Finger sings a do re me Create an instant buzz Sends rays of the 1st degree Geese sink my swan Rolling, it just gets worse Pin the head of the toothless **** Milk the maid and steal her purse Popping pills, a dope fiend will give you head Die-cast is what my skin is made from My red bike is all I can a ford Master of nothing, you're a crumb

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May 6, 2025

May 6, 2025 at 7:21 PM UTC

Cooch

I licka finger best Finger sings a do re me Create an instant buzz Sends rays of the 1st degree Geese sink my swan Rolling, it just gets worse Pin the head of the toothless **** Milk the maid and steal her purse Popping pills, a dope fiend will give you head Die-cast is what my skin is made from My red bike is all I can a ford Master of nothing, you're a crumb

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Indulging in the flash, caustic symbolism No barriers block my path, of hatred guided fury To escape this mortal life, an underworld destiny Obsessed seed to mutilate, this religious tyranny Make them die... SLOWLY!! I am called Pariah, bathing in sin Bring forth the righteous pigs, I shall have their skin Living for dying, what more can you ask? My hunger grows stronger, lusting to see The children of heaven, begging for mercy I shall make them die, slowly Die, slowly, now you feel the pain! (The Pain) Tied down, chained up. locked in place Cut up. gored out, stabbed in the face Transfix, crucifix, to Christ you cry Eyeless, mortified, sacrilegiously putrefied I have seen through the seven gates My prophecy of Darkness, killing Christians And my lust for holy, human flesh I make them watch their master die The ******* son, Jesus Christ mordaciously... ...CRUCIFIEDI

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Apr 25, 2025

Apr 25, 2025 at 7:02 PM UTC

Cannibal Ferox

Indulging in the flash, caustic symbolism No barriers block my path, of hatred guided fury To escape this mortal life, an underworld destiny Obsessed seed to mutilate, this religious tyranny Make them die... SLOWLY!! I am called Pariah, bathing in sin Bring forth the righteous pigs, I shall have their skin Living for dying, what more can you ask? My hunger grows stronger, lusting to see The children of heaven, begging for mercy I shall make them die, slowly Die, slowly, now you feel the pain! (The Pain) Tied down, chained up. locked in place Cut up. gored out, stabbed in the face Transfix, crucifix, to Christ you cry Eyeless, mortified, sacrilegiously putrefied I have seen through the seven gates My prophecy of Darkness, killing Christians And my lust for holy, human flesh I make them watch their master die The ******* son, Jesus Christ mordaciously... ...CRUCIFIEDI

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Smell the rain and watch the sky This is what i give you Touch the skin and taste the lips This is what i have given you The sand is warm and so are you Swirl in the water that lick the shores I have no light to guide you So make your way by strife I have nothing else to give you But an ending life Never ask why daylight dies Why the herds head for higher ground Never ask why i thought you to lie And to hurt the one you love Never ask why the night is cold And why the wind tears in your soul Never ask why there must be an end These are the days of struggling These are the days when you breathe and dream These are the days of never turning back What lies behind you is only black These are the wounds i bleed from This mortal coil drains me so weak These are the last words of wisdom I'll ever speak

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Apr 25, 2025

Apr 25, 2025 at 6:59 PM UTC

These are the days

Smell the rain and watch the sky This is what i give you Touch the skin and taste the lips This is what i have given you The sand is warm and so are you Swirl in the water that lick the shores I have no light to guide you So make your way by strife I have nothing else to give you But an ending life Never ask why daylight dies Why the herds head for higher ground Never ask why i thought you to lie And to hurt the one you love Never ask why the night is cold And why the wind tears in your soul Never ask why there must be an end These are the days of struggling These are the days when you breathe and dream These are the days of never turning back What lies behind you is only black These are the wounds i bleed from This mortal coil drains me so weak These are the last words of wisdom I'll ever speak

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This life has had it's way This place has had its way with me This loss that burns so cold Won't back down it will never go away These dying breaths are fading now Seems like breathing has lost its charm That flame i once felt inside Seems the glow finally died The memories i had of you And the place where we ran through Streams and waterfalls The memories are fading now Just like the strength that carried us through Dreams and waterfalls Is this what it will come to? A drowning pool of hopeless heartache A pond where memories die Slowly drained and washed away If i had the strength i would lift us up If i had some more undiscovered ways But this time it is real This time i will surely die This is the last goodbye The final words of regret This is the last goodbye before i die

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Apr 25, 2025

Apr 25, 2025 at 6:49 PM UTC

Dreams, Streams & Waterfalls

This life has had it's way This place has had its way with me This loss that burns so cold Won't back down it will never go away These dying breaths are fading now Seems like breathing has lost its charm That flame i once felt inside Seems the glow finally died The memories i had of you And the place where we ran through Streams and waterfalls The memories are fading now Just like the strength that carried us through Dreams and waterfalls Is this what it will come to? A drowning pool of hopeless heartache A pond where memories die Slowly drained and washed away If i had the strength i would lift us up If i had some more undiscovered ways But this time it is real This time i will surely die This is the last goodbye The final words of regret This is the last goodbye before i die

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Jesus had a huge supper, with large amounts of uppers ******* amphetamines & methamphetamine The aliens from our future planet came to visit him on this special day They offered him food, drink & loads of drugs Most disciples were upset with this and walked out A few stayed for the debauchery There were also punks, metal heads, hip artists and free thinkers at this gathering Such unity, democracy, in one social gathering The image I included here is the original Leonardo da Vinci painting that showcased what was really happening during the last supper He censored the original painting because the church/government demanded it If it wasn't, Da Vinci would've been executed The church could not afford such blasphemy to be exposed throughout Italy & the rest of Europe Known for being a user of uppers, Da Vinci realized that he could not destroy this original painting The last upper had 13 guests Just like the last supper, which also had 13 guests This occurred on Friday the 13th How does Da Vinci know these actual events were true Da Vinci was there He's the alien offering Jesus a line of coke da Vinci was born in the year 5000 His real name is SK47@-+VA29 He traveled back in time and made a name for himself Changed his appearance countless times Fast forward 500 plus years later He's still alive somewhere out there in our vast solar system Jesus OD'd for your sins He didn't realize how much blow he could snort & how much amphetamines he could swallow There was no doctor in the house If he survived, he would have been an outstanding carpenter

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Apr 21, 2025

Apr 21, 2025 at 11:56 AM UTC

The Last Upper

Jesus had a huge supper, with large amounts of uppers ******* amphetamines & methamphetamine The aliens from our future planet came to visit him on this special day They offered him food, drink & loads of drugs Most disciples were upset with this and walked out A few stayed for the debauchery There were also punks, metal heads, hip artists and free thinkers at this gathering Such unity, democracy, in one social gathering The image I included here is the original Leonardo da Vinci painting that showcased what was really happening during the last supper He censored the original painting because the church/government demanded it If it wasn't, Da Vinci would've been executed The church could not afford such blasphemy to be exposed throughout Italy & the rest of Europe Known for being a user of uppers, Da Vinci realized that he could not destroy this original painting The last upper had 13 guests Just like the last supper, which also had 13 guests This occurred on Friday the 13th How does Da Vinci know these actual events were true Da Vinci was there He's the alien offering Jesus a line of coke da Vinci was born in the year 5000 His real name is SK47@-+VA29 He traveled back in time and made a name for himself Changed his appearance countless times Fast forward 500 plus years later He's still alive somewhere out there in our vast solar system Jesus OD'd for your sins He didn't realize how much blow he could snort & how much amphetamines he could swallow There was no doctor in the house If he survived, he would have been an outstanding carpenter

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My one regret is the bloodline I derived from I’m not a pedigree or a monkey’s uncle My father is a penniless swami My mother is a peace creep We live up the river, near a civil war battle ground When there is a downwind, the water has a polluted, toxic smell A few years ago, I needed a pair of glasses Never received them, No insurance, no money! My mother ***** slapped me a few times, thinking that would help straighten my eyes out Now I have short eyes! **** she’s dumb. My brother, who is three years younger, Is a laughing child Anything someone says, or does, he laughs Through the years he was whipped, punched, beaten and dragged in the mud by a horse he’d still get up and laugh One bizarre thing he still does is hover on the side of the outhouse He enjoys listening to someone **** or **** I call him the bathroom slunk Growing up over here is rough We have a dead car, that sits on bricks waiting for a set of tires, and an engine The trailer we live in, is a ramshackle nightmare Lots of junk and brick-a-brac’s, decorate this two room trailer We do breed chickens Were all chicken lovers Chicken for lunch, dinner, as a pet and for target practice Easter Sunday is around the corner We don’t attend church or get all dressed up Our Uncle who lives down the river, Takes his small, dilapidated boat and docks near our place We call him the pirate, since he has a wooden leg, and always wears a black eye patch He’ll bring nothing but himself for our Easter dinner Overall, I’m a pretty happy kid In a better world I would just like to have something besides chicken for dinner.

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Apr 21, 2025

Apr 21, 2025 at 11:50 AM UTC

Happy Easter

My one regret is the bloodline I derived from I’m not a pedigree or a monkey’s uncle My father is a penniless swami My mother is a peace creep We live up the river, near a civil war battle ground When there is a downwind, the water has a polluted, toxic smell A few years ago, I needed a pair of glasses Never received them, No insurance, no money! My mother ***** slapped me a few times, thinking that would help straighten my eyes out Now I have short eyes! **** she’s dumb. My brother, who is three years younger, Is a laughing child Anything someone says, or does, he laughs Through the years he was whipped, punched, beaten and dragged in the mud by a horse he’d still get up and laugh One bizarre thing he still does is hover on the side of the outhouse He enjoys listening to someone **** or **** I call him the bathroom slunk Growing up over here is rough We have a dead car, that sits on bricks waiting for a set of tires, and an engine The trailer we live in, is a ramshackle nightmare Lots of junk and brick-a-brac’s, decorate this two room trailer We do breed chickens Were all chicken lovers Chicken for lunch, dinner, as a pet and for target practice Easter Sunday is around the corner We don’t attend church or get all dressed up Our Uncle who lives down the river, Takes his small, dilapidated boat and docks near our place We call him the pirate, since he has a wooden leg, and always wears a black eye patch He’ll bring nothing but himself for our Easter dinner Overall, I’m a pretty happy kid In a better world I would just like to have something besides chicken for dinner.

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For those I hate ******* hell Beneath the skin An open wound Thirsty for blood Hunger for flesh Scattered carnage Wriggling torsos Pungent, infested disease Brain candy for dessert Vomiting repugnance To die again

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Apr 21, 2025

Apr 21, 2025 at 11:47 AM UTC

To Die Again

For those I hate ******* hell Beneath the skin An open wound Thirsty for blood Hunger for flesh Scattered carnage Wriggling torsos Pungent, infested disease Brain candy for dessert Vomiting repugnance To die again

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The child inside is terrified Misshapen intent Quick to doubt An injustice Afraid to feel A silent crime Killing her mind Stop wasting her time Love and understanding Vital to her fragile existence

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Apr 21, 2025

Apr 21, 2025 at 11:42 AM UTC

Fragile Existence

The child inside is terrified Misshapen intent Quick to doubt An injustice Afraid to feel A silent crime Killing her mind Stop wasting her time Love and understanding Vital to her fragile existence

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I can't believe your lying there Silent, my tears can't cry You left the life we shared Endless days after you died Stars glisten in the night Please come back to me I need a sign from you I miss you, can't you see One last look at you As I think back to our lives I touch your face Where your spirit lies They close the coffin I can't accept your gone I'll see you on the other side Silence beckons me, life carries on

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Apr 21, 2025

Apr 21, 2025 at 8:04 AM UTC

Life Carries On

I can't believe your lying there Silent, my tears can't cry You left the life we shared Endless days after you died Stars glisten in the night Please come back to me I need a sign from you I miss you, can't you see One last look at you As I think back to our lives I touch your face Where your spirit lies They close the coffin I can't accept your gone I'll see you on the other side Silence beckons me, life carries on

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