#foul
But when you say there are no others,
what if I questioned you instead of my mind?
There is no other? Then who is she?
You dont think about anyone else? Then do you not think of me?
You're not a player? Yet you've told me you've played with others?
You're scared of love? Yet you still say you love me?
Have I succumbed myself into an endless addiction of lies from the one true love I had my eyes on?
Would you answer that one truthfully?
Or yet lie again to where I cant comprehend it anymore.
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 3:15 AM UTC
my fingers are laced in a chalice
of drugs that **** my sensations.
i used to resist them as a loner—
until the white coat angel
ignited my fouls with
radio-knob tweaking.
now i sprawl in expiring
fictions that come anew
and reprint their additives;
making me a king
of numbers, of colours,
of game.
until my world is all
mold and brain.
Nov 23, 2024
Nov 23, 2024 at 10:51 PM UTC
Do not
Use foul language.
It is not good to hear.
Speak something wonderful that is
pleasant
Which brings joy to its possessor
Enlightens ones goodness
And character
Always
Sep 20, 2024
Sep 20, 2024 at 1:49 AM UTC
foul weather friends creep in with the clouds
misery keeps company on the inside looking out
“i’d pull all the teeth from your open mouth
before i’d ever let you frown”
it's all gore from here on out
heavensent friends descend from the clouds
hiding fangs behind kind hands
you can hardly hide your smiles
“i’d rather see the frown torn from your mouth,
than ever think i’d let you down”
friends from above, keeping me from looking up
i can’t ever be like them if i don’t learn to stomach blood
“you could be happy, smiling with all your teeth -
but then why would you need me?”
May 30, 2024
May 30, 2024 at 11:16 AM UTC
It's true, I usually don't know what to do
What if I'm not around long enough to follow through?
Never know if my way or the highway is the right way
What did that sign say?
Will it be possible to recognize this impending last day
Even if just a day before it's referred to as "Ah shiit, is that today?"
This is foul,
Where do I go and what do I do now?
And just because I know what to do doesn't mean I'll comprehend the how
Who in their right mind could stand here and say they could handle the architecture and atmosphere of so many types of conflicting fear?
Who's the stranger with the black soul looking back at me in the mirror?
I wish it was clearer
But there's never a gene around ever
Take note that not every question has a viable answer
While some answers only raise more questions after filtering through questionable ********** banter
That's why there's a little manic in the laughter
And a wave of panic soon after
©2024
Feb 15, 2024
Feb 15, 2024 at 3:48 PM UTC
Run aground
play real foul
you say I'm the ***** dame
beneath your ***** scowl
Oh, a soldier of fortune you are not
Oh, the circles you swim
to believe anything
make icy waters
boiling hot
Oh, you like to say you're in the know
a little girl in a grown man's closet
waiting for the sun to get low
you might say you're superstitions
but you never learned the mythos
Halloween is over,
Now go on home and
rattle your bones and tell Teddy
why you sleep alone
Lie alone with your lies, child
The audience is gone
Give yourself whatever performance you need
to explain away all your misdeeds, but
9/10 lifeboats can't be wrong
(maybe you stared too long)
You say I am the morning
I might just be just your morning
But even if it's what you don't like
I will always be his night.
Jan 30, 2021
Jan 30, 2021 at 9:13 AM UTC
He can curse up a storm
make a sailor blush
Foul blue language
spewed out in a gush
Could strip paint clean
off a battleship
Exponentially worse if
you give him any lip
Rambling in sincerity's guise
but his worst 4-letter words
are all his LIES
© 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Aug 15, 2020
Aug 15, 2020 at 11:48 PM UTC
Sky was clear, deep blue,
When a jet plane passed through;
Aesthetically foul!
Feb 9, 2020
Feb 9, 2020 at 1:49 PM UTC
My bones are turning
dry,
breaking,
on the silver rope.
My flesh decaying
dry,
cells,
blackened dirt.
Foul meat
drops,
beneath,
the hounds hungered long.
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 9:12 AM UTC
Recoil. And recoil fast.
She was of simple taste so He shattered her veiny lungs with his spit almost effortlessly.
Under his weight she was stunted, her limbs frozen by the constant of his blarring audioporn.
At every touch she had to brace herself for his embrace.
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 7:29 PM UTC
He tasted dry,
When licked with sour spit.
His scent was foul.
Broad hands rejected
Curling feet.
Met by scowling eyes,
He criticised me with love.
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 7:45 AM UTC
In some twisted way,
I almost feel happy.
My body is tense,
My breathing rapid,
My mind skirts the edges of insanity.
My conscience hangs by a mere thread,
Dangling precariously over the edge.
In some twisted way,
I almost feel whole.
The dark that rapes me holds me steady,
It fills in the spaces otherwise unoccupied.
There are unexplored oceans,
Haunted by ghostly ships,
Rising high on the crest of the evening tide.
A beautiful, terrifying event to witness.
In some twisted way,
I see black as a colour.
The speck that grows in a distant corner,
Nearing its full force,
Is elegant.
Ever so gently, it drains my free will.
It absorbs my ambition, my desire to accomplish,
The very air in my lungs is anything but my own.
I am the black, just as the black is me.
In some twisted way,
I feel powerful.
The disdain I feel for myself,
Cannot be outweighed.
It moves, breathes death,
And with a mind of its own it consumes me.
Until, I have been overcome,
And the grass is grey,
Birds shriek in terror,
Waves crash violently against jagged stone,
Laughter turns to mockery,
Food is poison,
Sleep is a crypt,
Life is a tomb.
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 3:29 PM UTC
You, the ashen alyssum
homing in on dark bushes
breeding maggots
feeding on flesh.
You the fetid parasite
carrion, the rotten stink
a toxin laced tongue
devouring pith.
You, the stench of
malignant blossoms
a venomous creeper, you
had to attract snakes.
You live among the graves
the poison pollinator,
a corpse floret
of foul odour.
You the venin
cloaked in smirk
a shrew, spiked with malice
must be crushed,
must die.
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 4:06 AM UTC
Wounds were never
afflicted with
repercussion of syllable lesions..
No quite the opposite,
Unfamiliar tastes on the
tongue, cleansed improper tastes.
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 5:07 PM UTC
Till her scream faded
Inside the temple walls
She had cried o'er a week
And she tried to get help
They came and *****
Tore her cloths off
And never came kindness
She was mere eight
Yet they tore her apart
She was choked
Beaten to death
After they satisfied themselves
Her body was dropped
On the side of the road
Bribery shut the cops
They never talked about it
Let the days fade the scent
Did they ever know?
The world would know the truth
And when it does
It'd be their doom
Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 1:12 AM UTC
Scrunch your nose and jut your chin
Show me birds and evil eyes
I want to taste the crow
Strip the silver from your tongue
Dangle it above my face
Show me how fortunate fools can be
I want to taste the crow
Though all I get is grit and grizzle and Snapped raven wings
So can you really blame me for
Scrunching my nose?
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 12:38 AM UTC
emblazoned on the gang's coat of arms
was the following logo
we fight without any principles
for we are of the very low
***** tactic achieve our ends
and we take pride
in the way we trample all over
the much politer tends
stray not into the areas
that we patrol and control
as our thuggery will
hammer a robust toll
our triumphs are legendary
across many a land
we've a history in employing
the grubbiest hand
one qualification which is essential
when joining our accord
that's to be a bandit capable
of playing the foul sword
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 1:06 AM UTC
You were doing so well
Better then before.
You could feel the pounds falling from your body.
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U ****** it up again!
Did you seriously think that your childish brain would let you eat whatever?
Not without regret!
Not without punishment.
Don't be such a foul.
U know better.
Don't let your wild imagination out,
Reality is were you live,
Not belong.
Get a grip girl.
You are nothing without me.
You feel nothing without me.
You can't live without me.
Remember that.
Now walk.
And don't stop.
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 6:26 PM UTC
Gobble gobble gobble
If words we had to say
and not end up being eaten
on Thanksgiving, or even
Christmas day
Gobble gobble gobble
If our meaning misconstrued
let us say emphatically
we'd prefer, not winding up
as holiday fare, or food
Google gobble gobble, man
don't think us crass, or rude
we're just birds of a feather
with, a non-edible
attitude
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 11:16 AM UTC