#clown
A symbol of innocence,
Joy & fun,
But in this town
You'll find none.
This clown feasts on fear.
Keep your loved ones near.
The clown is no man,
Nor anything clear.
The beast is the rot,
Forming hangman's knots.
The sewers IT calls home,
Waiting & festering
To devour innocence whole.
Fear is what IT needs,
Planting terrible seeds.
A whisper in the dark,
A balloon, a crimson mark.
When children hear IT call,
One by one they fall.
And when the feast is done,
IT smiles...
And waits for the next one.
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4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 9:20 AM UTC
jostling for attention
biggest mouth in the room
with so much ******** to share
just had to be POTUS wearing a diadem.
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 3:05 AM UTC
Circus peanuts cover the ground
Sur-kus pee-nuhts kuhvr thuh grownd
Clowns run round and round
Klownz ruhn rownd ahnd rownd
I get engulfed in the clowns
As my heart pumps they grow closer
Tiny cars and loud noises
Tai-nee kaarz ahnd lowd noy-zuhz
Make me jump with genuine joy
Mayk mi juhmp with jen-yoo-uhn joy
The made-up faces in bright white
As they laugh and smile and scream all night
I bite the circus peanut
I bite thuh sur-kus pee-nuhts
The foamy fake squeaky texture fills me with bliss
Thuh fow-mee fayk skwee-kee teks-chr filz mi with blis
The circus is a nightmare it seems
Clowns get close and I let out a final scream
Engulfed in clowns
Bright white nightmare as they laugh and scream
Smile made-up
Clowns get heart as they laugh as
They get close
As it seems I scream
Circus
Peanuts
Parade
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 10:12 AM UTC
The Pope is diplomatic
goes with the job
But the would be messiah in chief
is bereft of basic sanity.
Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 10:25 AM UTC
I juggle books like the clown I am;
A chapter of this, a passage of that,
The words touch my eyes but refuse to go deeper,
Recoiling at my brain.
I juggle hobbies like the clown I am;
games new to me already old hat,
A stack of projects that project failure
Again and again.
I juggle my life like the clown that I am:
Work, sleep, eat, no time to chat
My relationships and communication skills
Continue to wane.
My life is a circus, in that which I am
A clown of no merit whose mind acrobat
Has missed the trapeze entirely.
It's already slain.
Dec 6, 2025
Dec 6, 2025 at 6:00 PM UTC
To jest and prance in the face of those nose up tilt
To bring low brow set high
My merry jingle preludes the whip witted inslight
Garnished by bell, garish color garner's attention
No two patterns the same, my costume edges dance aflame
Let I be the apple of all eyes, plucked and seeded for the Orchard
Observe my audience and turn their sight back inward
Be the mirror embellishing the blighted soul
Be adored as you stand before my door
I pull you in and beguile while you stand all the while
Geysers gibberish spawns the dawn to your enlightening in mind
You are set to unease as I stand where I please
By my crooked smile taken a fool
With this engagement I set the rule
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 5:12 PM UTC
No respect is given to the clown,
that dances before the children,
And writes the quadratic theorem down,
at which no one even glances.
No patience nor silence is spared,
It's hoarded by the children,
The clown is ignored and ridiculed,
As if he wasn't there.
The bell goes and the children with it,
no waiting for a dismissal,
The clown is left alone with his act, that was prepared last night so tediously.
And the clown goes home,
the make up won't come off,
the wig is stuck, the red nose too,
Despite the struggle of the clown,
The white paint smears the pillow and the sheets,
the wig prevents the head from resting,
the joke was never finished nor started,
yet dismissed regardless.
And the teacher lies in bed,
the teacher whom no one ever heard,
a simple clown, a jester or performer,
An act performed alone.
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 4:36 PM UTC
I am a comic entertainer,
a jester in life’s wild circus,
painted in costume and exaggeration
“a circus clown.”
Unsophisticated, naive, undefined,
mocking you just to spark your smile.
A fool-poet without rhythm or form,
yet I am the artist
the creation of my own fearful hand.
So tell me now,
who is laughing?
You — or me?
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 8:23 PM UTC
I wish I was smaller-
to fit into your life.
I take up the world
no, there‘s no glory in sight.
I‘d rather be dead,
than to sit there in silence
still hearing the echoes
of the war battle dying.
It‘s written in the letters
I never sent.
But then I‘m the clown
in their circus,
making it happen again.
I‘ve lived with the idea
of fault my whole life through,
no wonder I break apart
every time that I move.
One little step sidewards
the tightrope‘s not forgiving.
They preached it for years.
Now I scream when I‘m moving.
Because what if I walk slower
than they thought I could?
If the miles reflect who I am
then I don‘t want to move.
I could swear that they hate me
and everything that I am,
but then, sometimes they stand still,
telling me they’re proud
of who I became.
But I feel as it stings,
and I never knew why.
Now I see it was guilt
that I barely survived.
So I imagine
my free soul,
performing for someone new.
And this time,
they applaud
even when I don’t move.
Oct 5, 2025
Oct 5, 2025 at 4:39 PM UTC
I saw a depressed clown haggling
at the flea market for balloons—
Joy marked down to a clearance price;
he holds onto second-hand laughter,
and a fragile piece of air tied to rubber skin.
By each nightfall he flees, on a rusted
scooter cutting through town, and his
balloons trailing like tired moons.
_The crowd never cheered him on —
as he carried the silence anyway with him_
Sep 13, 2025
Sep 13, 2025 at 2:45 PM UTC
The child looks like a clown because of what you did…
The child’s not scared of clowns now, they’re not scared of anything…
Soot on their face and blood on their lips…
They’re broken inside, yet we are the sick…
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 11:50 AM UTC
joking all day to make them laugh, to make them happy
laughing at everything, just to be seen
humoring them, to keep them entertained
being full of energy, even when you're drained
being the silly one, even when you're drowning inside
and if the tears remove the makeup,
you must put on another costume, a new one
to make them feel the same happiness
just like a clown, but without a paycheck
Jun 3, 2025
Jun 3, 2025 at 6:56 PM UTC
A funny clown always with a frown
Thrown pies in the air
He slipped over his wonkey chair
And his yellow wig blew away
His laughter's gone the show is thin
A teardrop falls a hidden tear
The clown's despair so very near.
Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 11:15 AM UTC
Under my eyelids,
small and large, hidden feelings.
They are pinching, twisting,
healing me.
But when I open my eyes,
everything begins anew.
The train cuts through reality
flowing in a big hurry.
This is my private driving force.
The nod of ironic thoughts
bursts inside implicit words.
Welcome my smile-finally
you have appeared!
My missed special guest.
Now, everything is fine.
I only enjoy a comic mood.
It was too serious and heavy
So, I switch off my mode:
Complicating Even Simple
I choose to jump in a rumpled glory
between spicy, witty meanings.
Jan 25, 2025
Jan 25, 2025 at 5:21 PM UTC
Awful is
The particular sound my tears make when they hit the ground
You'd think maybe they'd be entertaining, coming from a clown
But misery echos a history and the volume can not be found
Any smile is a complex frown I've simply practiced upside down
©2024
Nov 17, 2024
Nov 17, 2024 at 8:32 AM UTC
I swear...
I didn't mean to **** the best of me
Or squash what I like in me
Yet here I stand
****** weapon in hand
My essence
Dripping down the blade
Like rain from a cloud
Or tears of a clown
Landing on the razors edge
A familiar sight and sound
©2024
Nov 5, 2024
Nov 5, 2024 at 1:48 PM UTC
From the beginning
I have defended you from the very start
but you turned me into a clown at the end
Because of you
my shield turned into sinking balloons
the helmet that I wear melted like paint
and clown makeup is smeared on my face
my chivalry armor collapses to the ground
and a big colorful jumpsuit raps around my body from my neck to feet
the big metallic boots that I once wore
morphed into a big bright rubber shoes that squeak so loudly when I walk
and a big bow tie ways down my neck
leaving me in a hunchback posture
I couldn’t believe what I had became and it is all because of the sick twisted lies that you made me believe in
Nov 1, 2024
Nov 1, 2024 at 5:56 PM UTC
On the Jester's neck was a blade
What will he do? Run and evade?
No, he made fun of its size:
This one wouldn't cut me into dice—
A funny way to the gates of paradise,
Yet a brilliant way to make one never fade.
Oct 28, 2024
Oct 28, 2024 at 10:53 AM UTC
Tried it
Can't do it
Can not be done
So it can't be undone, I'll prove it
Picture this for a minute
Picturesque hides what's not picture perfect
Don't run
It may pay off to listen to the verdict
Incompetent parents apparent
Cinderella's sisters type fit
Concrete clown shoes
Encased in discount mob cement
Bounced check
Inherited emotional debt
My symbolic account
Won't reveal, just conceals most of it
A Zeppelin wreck
Unnecessary resentment, no regret
I 86'd forgiveness
And I'm not looking to forget
The living, breathing embodiment
Of "The crime doesn't fit the punishment"
"Be wary the quiet ones"
I also embody that statement
I am what they meant
A broken degenerate
And no matter my efforts
It's as permanent as I get
I hope this clears things up a bit
©2024
May 22, 2024
May 22, 2024 at 12:16 AM UTC
A massive weight shifts between my shoulders. It’s another fight, I am getting older. One more step, I grow bolder. See me out there, on that thin wire. Juggling my life at the same time trying to aspire. The pain didn’t set me back; it lit in me a fire. Your words sharp like a blade and my heart for hire. Elusive to the noise, I climb higher.
I’m eviserating the catacombs of an empire.
I am not trying to scale the ladder. I’m tearing it down to the mire. I am not dousing the flame, I am feeding the fire.
If we are walk this way, we need to dress the correct attire.
Clearly there is an internal fight, a struggle for power. I am not built to last, I eventually get tired. But the problems that disappeared just reappear taking on another form.
I do my best to keep my balance and keep walking this thin wire.
There is a silence in the noise of a mob
I can feel my heart. The story has to end or at least on my part. Will I hit the net below to sweet depart?
Or Shall I just keep juggling as I walk? It doesn’t matter if they think I am a fool; just as long as I do my part.
Life is a circus, living it is an art.
-RSC
Mar 8, 2022
Mar 8, 2022 at 6:48 AM UTC
the cracks in the mirror
start to show
makeup morning
clown
becomes the show
unrecognisable face
made up to be
someone you know
still laughing
just not sure at what anymore
Feb 6, 2022
Feb 6, 2022 at 2:34 PM UTC
I feel stupid I feel dumb
I won but what
did I really win, you are so childish
had to cut the strings, can no longer cradle it
you are a baby, so immature
you are such an actor, improve king
scratch that you are such a clown
a king would have a crown
but you cannot face what you were born to be
rather keep yourself like an oath, just to not rock the boat
but I cannot be your baby only in the moonlight
in daylight, you are scared to touch me
it rubs me the wrong way, you love me the wrong way
I pictured us as more but you pictured me as decor
a vessel for your fantasy, a trophy nothing more
then you block me on everything because I won’t allow you to keep vanishing
encore encore, but you are still so unsure
fix yourself, please
maturing can be a breeze
when you take accountability
Nov 21, 2021
Nov 21, 2021 at 10:13 AM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, November writes:}
felt my own selfishness
felt my own blindness
my underestimate
that fatal weight
of my own expressions carried
on upon other people's sights become buried
interactive confusion
paid the price to concealing them delusions
but when I look at her
I see me in skin bare
the old one who never tried
never been one to cry
that lost featured
that defeat creatured
in each eye across me that mockery
embraced for that heredity
not the only one I felt
blamed and met
ached a hurdle
to trace the burden
all nothing new
to an age which I won't be able to view
won't be able to perceive
under eyes won't be able to deceive
how is fairness unfair?
how is change a pit of despair?
shame
claimed
eight and hours faint
to not be on paint
where is my heart now to be fooled?
where is my mind now to scream its soul?
where is my body now to regret those striped drools?
we swim in pools
our skies failed us with lies
don't convince me otherwise
maybe is not a maybe anymore just
for it to be a must
watching now I freeze
try to refuse try to not feel
betray myself
is a betray of herself
can't look in the eye all now
a scar would dig behind that frown
because memories from the inside
**** my pride
like some clown
hunt and drown
-------ravenfeels
Nov 20, 2021
Nov 20, 2021 at 5:40 PM UTC
Written spells and locked doors.
Mental dispels and cursed flaws.
Aching tensions and delusional illusions.
Illusive dreams and paths to explore.
Wide awake, like a bat...
My mind is on high alert, it never goes to sleep.
Constant mental chatter, an over-active mental state.
It is eternal and I live in the misery and learn to control it.
Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't.
My mind is it's own person, it's own monster.
It opposes different ideologies, beliefs, and conflicts, into one.
I question my mind and talk to myself like a mad clown.
Conversating in my own form.
Boundless amount of wit and seedless unpleasant jokes.
Dark and uncensored, explicit and provocative.
A ***** tongue with **** lips to make you want to play with me more.
But am I really what you desire?
Or have you created your own storm.
Do I reflect you?
Or do you just reflect yourself through me.
Smile through the misery, you can't die with a serious face.
Stitch up the corners and pull it up high so you never have to cry again.
Maybe I am you, or maybe I am just suffering through my own madness.
Maybe my madness has become someone else.
My actions of contradictory displays.
But you love me though...
Lets play
Oct 26, 2021
Oct 26, 2021 at 11:12 AM UTC