#dire
dire moments, hands around your throat
squeezing your heart to make it stop
when someone wants you dead
you know one chance is all it takes
they foam at the mouth, spitting obscenities
clentched fists, red in the face with black anger-
taking a leap, to visit violence on the innocent.
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 7:11 AM UTC
I wish you were a better liar
Because I'm able to see right through
This half baked gaslight fire
"It's not me, it's you" you spew
Then sit back and admire
The hell you put me through
Knowing your favorite reaction's about to transpire
A knee **** wish for an end I feel is past due
Triggering thoughts that are dire
And when I think I've reached peak punishment
It's nothing new
To be kicked when I'm down
Pushing the bar ever higher
©2024
Nov 18, 2024
Nov 18, 2024 at 6:01 AM UTC
This entire empire of dirt and manure is about to expire
I'm not gonna lie, between you and I, I wish I was a lier
My mind though is compulsive when lighting it's pants on fire
Nose long as a telephone wire, front and center like a town crier
And the shiit that I get from myself and the public stacks higher and higher
I know exactly what's about to transpire
Yet I always make it worse, never better
Like a water geyser to a grease fire
I'll forever be a fumblin', bumblin' reality denier
Faced with a situation that can only be described as dire
When you've only ever been able to hire a blind get-a-way driver
There's no chance of escaping this hell, life organically becoming satire
©2024
May 5, 2024
May 5, 2024 at 4:04 PM UTC
Forget her
Don't suffer to remember just to suffer forever, sucker
Lust safer
Rub one out and see if the hunger doesn't expire a little quicker
Cold fire
Flip it 180 and record what's bound to transpire
Loves quagmire
Simple desire will always inspire but ensnare a liar
Shifty empire
Not strange to aspire to be a vicious, succubus, vampire
Almost satire
An enticing lure to offer for sure but unstable as brushfire
Situation's dire
Sooner than later fall victim to the inevitable backfire
Flimsy tightwire
An act in need of fools for hire, speaking to the choir
©2023
Dec 4, 2023
Dec 4, 2023 at 4:40 PM UTC
I think of you often maybe it was because of the way you looked at me, like I was something that was worth looking into.
Now I am just longing for your eyes which I will never see.
I long for the way you turn your head towards me those are the memories that I will remember and cherish as long as I walk this Earth.
Loved you since we met.
Lost you once when you died but I promise I will,...
I Will find you! again!!! and I will Love you thence.
Jan 12, 2020
Jan 12, 2020 at 11:02 AM UTC
I Discomfit
with salvo
the bay
and island
with lifestyle
yet desire
nurtural arc
of tournament
here squire
with her
leg yet
ingress indelible
swoop on
the page
within the
eye's link
of Neverland
Jan 9, 2020
Jan 9, 2020 at 4:18 PM UTC
I'd stink
in pink
till ****
is dart
only to
start a
fight nobody
would win
with the
heart of
severity when
she may
see their
epitaph here
would din
and mire
little hen
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 3:52 AM UTC
as dyne
packed parch
and hard
in pettifog
with hopes
of his
fine lore
would evoke
lavender oil
then exhume
reed with
desire there
longing Rembrandt
but with
gallivant now
ripe with
more gestalt
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 1:19 PM UTC
a conscious
stake was
city of
justice where
grand duchy
staved it
from the
dark and
rubbed unions
particularly swank
then treaty
millennia till
Brexit left
their reckoning
with covert
aspects of
haute recovery
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 2:10 PM UTC
a myriad
dice with
death that
she expose
gnaw to
friends and
catch flu
with symptoms
of abuse
then the
healing of
this inertia
in times
like these
that she
was nigh
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 7:44 AM UTC
money machine
was astride
but direly
enured any
time but
for treasury
would still
dilate his
mind if
togetherness was
our kind
when ritual
finally was
to field
but wept
and dined
in spring
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 10:41 AM UTC
to avoid the pitfall of prospective homelessness
which near future prospect
induces existential angst i confess.
Today (end of rope rhyme rote
approximately deux orbitz round the sun),
i wanted ta die and bid god riddance grandly
going gamesomely gra grave,
de deum, and cymbal crash
to Bing mulct emotionally, physically and spiritually -
all the grinding hardships would be gone in a flash
how tempting to seek ot a solution sans hemlock
or other deadly potion,
whereby toothless mouth need not gnash
boot simply swallow and drink from the goblet of
mortal freedoms renting psych *** under
with purposelessness mine hash
tag, which bout with suicide
while n the edge of thirteen -
Anorexia nervosa defeated -
then as now experience
10,000 banshee maniacs whip lash
lacerating, flagellating,
and repeatedly rousing thoughts
shin to circle back to why death be not proud
when life on par with a mash
up of ennui, futile gobbledygook housing incubus
analogous luft waffe bombardiers quash
the joie de vivre per je ne sais quois spritely spring
in step happy jollity,
and levity attempt to make light
of psychological me's mental illness rash
whence thru the (then) lvii roam min years
as chief garbage taster of trash
hurled my way gnome matter
the gremlins dwelt within the Wabash
distance to inflict din er of dissonance
targeted this mortal for'er abash
as soon as he got expelled
from the womb, his reddened ears did bash
from sonic screaming boom causing astir the nurses
into the maternity ward
of me late mum sped like dash
her, and fast as a comet Prancer doth emulate
a con ***** dancer, cuz ova this rude half
re: that came a boot
from genetic chromosomal dna wash.
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 3:56 AM UTC
when skunk
mull mandalay
with graph
only message
there affront
but companion
right to
convene in
this courtyard
with their
music blue
as sheltered
cry which
the world
must hear
on an
october night
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 10:28 AM UTC
Once I loved my country
Was filled up with pride
That was before my country
Suddenly fell over and died.
It didn’t die spontaneously,
My country was assassinated.
Murdered by people who
Lied, cheated and hated.
The accomplices were folks
Who stayed home and blamed
And insisted that both parties
Were essentially the same.
Those people refused to verify
What was fact from propaganda.
Now half the citizens are facing
A destructive national agenda.
There were thousands of jokes
About the unqualified guy who won.
Some were funny, made us laugh,
But what happened was not fun.
The person who was trained lost.
Now we have a bigot and a racist
Who is eyeing the Constution
And badly wants to replace it.
The people on both sides now
Have no idea what is coming.
They thought they elected a good guy
But he’s a rich kid who was slumming.
They thought he would help to bring
A national hoped-for change.
They will be shocked to death
To discover that man is so strange.
For him it’s about the ass-kissers
He keeps as his personal posse.
Be prepared, this next four years
Will be anything but glossy.
We will witness blood and death
And a crash of our economy
Because Trump and his cohorts
Believe in nothing but autonomy.
Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 4:50 AM UTC
But a really dire bitter resentment still stays,
Languishing in my memory are those days,
When she was directionless I guided her,
When she felt loveless I pampered her,
It was when she felt physically unfit,
Then I instilled confidence in her,
My social work's she is an heir.
Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 10:42 PM UTC
Pass me a torch,
And watch me set the world on fire.
Because I am a whole body full of gasoline.
A human being made of fuel, just searching for love.
A desperate lover with fire burning within, looking for a companion.
A hopeless romantic filled to brim, hoping for someone to burn forever with.
Because I am a whole body full of gasoline.
And I'm just waiting for the perfect "match."
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 11:17 PM UTC
It doesn't make any sense how everything juxtaposes
But i'm a model that makes no poses
I don't want to be an impose
Unless it's dire
Unless someone is in danger
Then i hope i'm not the Lone Ranger
In my efforts and intentions
I hope i get some help
To perpetrate this evil off together
We seem weak now but we can become menacingly powerful against our worst enemies
This means war
Paradise is meant to stay
So try to come my way
You're going to tussle with the wrong people
We'll see the results at the end
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 4:16 PM UTC
You act as if you hadn't a clue
You act as if I hadn't talked to you
You act as if I hadn't tried till in the face I was blue
I did, I tried
I did, but you only sighed
I did,rivers of tears I cried
Why are you such a ********
Why is your agony dispread
Why did you not listen and ended up mislead
I beckoned you to come near
I beckoned you so I could make it clear
I beckoned you but you only looked at me with that sneer
So I let you do it your own way
So I let you become the prey
So I let you crumble in just mere days
Now i'll just set and watch
Now I'll just set while all of it you botch
Now I'll just set as you make another notch
If only you had not just listened but heard
If only you hadn't let things get so blurred
If only you hadn't acted so absurd
I sat and I watched you expire
I sat and I watched as your situation got dire
I sat and I watched as you set yourself on fire
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 9:26 PM UTC
Who I took to be my saviour,
Was the very one that killed me,
When I felt really terrorized.
Nuke of loneliness imploded,
Not caring it was not the time,
Night now feels as if eternal.
Contained is this explosion,
Tears haven't fallen since long,
Of dire loneliness it's a gift.
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 9:41 PM UTC
Fire is inside you,
Inside me,
Little one,
Born at the bon fires at night,
Born of greed; greedy lust.
They all took me here,
Took your mother away,
Flung her sweet face to dirt,
Where she tasted the moss,
And felt the fire;
Pain; pleasure rain.
I used to fear, you'd born dire,
Like,
The cleft lip that marks a sad life,
Like,
Being born with no legs!
How I feel now, legless,
For I am unable to move,
Except for a little cringe,
As fiery rods were forced inside me.
But I must confess,
That I started to like the way that felt,
But that was before,
Before the last of the cuts opened within me,
And a gore and blood mixture drained.
But my sweet child,
You were also born to the sweet scents of night-woods,
Born of the moon and stars; dark and light.
And your cries made me regret,
No! No! Never did I regret you; my life,
I regretted my thoughts,
Those of penetrating myself with cold, steel rod,
A real one, mind you,
And I attempted to pierce your developing heart,
To **** you and end my fears,
I feared in my mind you would be born with the features of sin,
But lo! It is not so, my sweet, sweet baby.
I was not impregnated by those men,
I was not impregnated by the weak trickle of life,
That spews from their desire-rods.
My dear boy,
I was impregnated by the lovely night!
Sweet, sweet night......
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 9:37 PM UTC
I am who whispers to the stars,
For the little stream,
I cried to replenish everything now down-wind.
Many saw me,
Playing sweet lyre, my fingers blue,
Under pale moon, my hair silver.
They all stood a ways away, watching,
All seemed lifeless statues, grey in the moonlight,
Solemn and austere, blue and unyielding.
The cold never seemed to bother them,
Standing there shell-shocked, eyes-locked,
Lo the wonder in their eyes.
I now slowly begin to enjoy myself.
'Twas easy to pluck the strings of their hearts,
I'd give them a gentle caress,
Then suddenly a catatonic strum.
But as it always turns out, I am the one truly shell-shocked.
It's just the way the indifference mingles with increasing fear,
As if this is all okay, but there is something wrong,
Something sneaky and dangerous,
And that their minds are nearing th'inevitable conclusion,
To near-see truth behind their mindless crave,
The truth of how beauty creates such awe,
And leaves them all in such dire, treacherous need.
-MoonFirefly
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 8:18 PM UTC
We stayed up all night,
Drinking wine, listening to Dire Straits.
I told you I loved you like Romeo loved Juliet
You told me to get more creative,
So I said it again, in French.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 6:38 PM UTC