#grotesque
What beast goes untamed
To the naked eye, unseen
Lurking deep within
Behind human skin
Monsters the eye refuses
Stench unveils the rot
The eye learns too late
Figures stitched beneath the flesh
No face stays its own
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 11:55 AM UTC
as I keep reading,
further
and
further,
words slitting
my eyes,
I begin
to shake
my head
full of disdain
at the lack ofs
and the incorrigibles,
until the dust
settles
and my eyes
roll away
from
my
skull.
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 8:19 PM UTC
I HATE YOU WITH A SMILE
Hi hehehe ;) I’m Jacob, I’m so sweet and innocent :) I am just a little guy haha, I wouldn’t hurt a fly. I just think you’re so adorable I would love to be with you forever. Yes you. The person reading this, now you are my wife, congratulations. Just so you know, I come with a price, its called dignity. If you don’t care about your dignity come with me, lets do absolutely nothing together and rot in my bed okkk ;))) I promise I’m not gonna hurt you I just want to make you feel good, do you love me? Are you one of those girls who wants to be called “mommy”? Haha, not that I’m the type of guy… haha… well… I guess I could refer to you as “mommy” but I’m just a loser, I can’t do anything. Mommy do you love me? Mommy? I know I’m not perfect but tell me you love me please, mommy. I need you to ****** me no cap yo, straight up I need you to punch me in the ******* face and tell me how horrible I am, I need you to ******* tell me how sick I am, I need you to ******* hate me I want you to hate me, please hate me, but I love you, I want you to be with me, I need you.
JUST ****** ME
I LOVE YOU WITH A LOOK OF HATRED
I ******* **** MYSELF IS THAT WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY? I LOVE TO TOUCH MYSELF AND I THINK THAT ITS OKAY, I ******* HATE MYSELF AND I HATE LOOKING AT MYSELF AND I HATE CHANGING, I WANT TO DISAPPEAR AND DRESS UP LIKE A WOMAN AND LIVE INSIDE MY ROOM NEVER TO BE SEEN AGAIN, SO THAT I CAN RECORD VIDEOS ON THE INTERNET TO THIRST TRAP MEN INTO MAKING ME GO VIRAL, AND THEN BE EXPOSED FOR MY HORRENDOUS ONLINE HISTORY BECAUSE I LOVE ALL OF YOU, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I’M JUST A SILLY LITTLE JESTER JUST AN INNOCENT LITTLE LAMB JUMPING AROUND DOING WHAT HE PLEASES, **** THE HUMAN RACE I HATE ALL OF YOU, I HATE MYSEF MOST OF ALL, I ******* HATE LISTENING TO YOUR RULES OF FORCED NORMALCY AND YOUR STUPID ******** YOU CALL LOVE, **** YOU **** YOU **** YOU, BEAT ME UNTIL I CAN NO LONGER SPEAK, AND THEN SEE IF YOU CAN MAKE ME FEEL GOOD.
SHUT THE **** UP
MY GOD TOLD ME I HAVE TO ****** YOU NOW I MUST DO IT (OBVIOUSLY) BECAUSE I’M JUST YOUR AVERAGE WHITE BOY WHO WANTS TO WEAR A DRESS AND MAKE UP AND ACT LIKE A GIRL. SHUT THE **** UP. SHUT THE **** UP. I NEED TO BE SOMEONE ELSE I NEED TO LEAVE MY SKIN I NEED YOU TO SKIN ME AND NEVER STOP SKINNING ME SO THAT I CAN FEEL THE WEIGHT OF MY OWN SINS CRUSHING ME TO ******* DEATH, OH MY GOD YES.
WHICH DEMON IS POSSESSING ME?
I HATE ALL OF YOU EXTERMINATE THE ENTIRE HUMAN RACE I ******* HATE THESE DISGUSTING ******* DISGUSTING PEOPLE LOOK AT HOW DISGUSTING THEY ******* ARE, THE HUMAN RACE GOTTA BE THE MOST DISUGSTING VILE THING GOD HAS CREATED, YOU RAISE AN ANIMAL WITH LOVE AND THEN YOU **** IT WHEN YOU NO LONGER NEED IT, THE ULTIMATE BETRAYAL. ******* KILLER KILLER KILLER, WHY DON’T YOU PUT ME UNDER THE BLADE AND **** ME THEN. I CAN’T ******* STAND LIVING AMONGST THESE STUPID ******* APES WHO CANNOT UNDERSTAND THE CONCEPT OF BEING CONSCIOUS WITH LESS INTELLIGENCE, ARE YOU ******* STUPID? ARE YOU ******* STUPID? ARE YOU ******* STUPID?
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 4:54 AM UTC
That One is Dead
Look up to the sky. Please? Please just for me I need you to look up to the sky, look! That cloud over there looks just like you look at it, its all you. Look at it. Just look at it all of it is you. Isn’t it beautiful? Its all you. You’re in a reflection. You are a reflection, I am your reflection, where are my faces? Have you wished for me? Where are we? Who? Hoo? Owl don’t care for mice, mice are scared of twice, but entice me with my sight, I’ll twist my head behind, but show me to the light and I’ll sleep until the night.
And maybe you won’t see me cutting you open. Hehe. So look up dear. Look up for me okay? I need you to just keep looking up? Are you worried? Keep looking up I love you keep looking up as I make you bleed okay? I love you okay? I’m sorry that you need to stop breathing for a bit okay? Its because I love you so much and I need you to be obedient for me okay? I knew you were being good for me.
Wishes in a Well That Steal Your Dreams
Forget it all, forget all the things you dream and keep them for later, keep juicing yourself dry and looking for meaning in what Debra said to Adam when Debra is clearly in the wrong for cheating on Adam. I hate Adam, **** Adam, (I WANT TO ****** ADAM **** ADAM I HATE ADAM I ******* HATE ADAM)
LOOK UP, SWINE
Meaning Means Something But My Meaning Is Meaningless, BECAUSE I AM NOTHING
I AM NOTHING I AM NOTHING I AM NOTHING I AM NOTHING I AM NOTHING I AM NOTHING **** MY SANITY FOR SANITY FOR KNOWLEDGE MORE KNOWLEDGE MORE KNOWLEDGE I WILL BECOME GOD, BUT GOD IS DEAD, BUT GOD IS ALIVE, NO, BUT GOD IS BREAD, NO GOD IS WINE, NO GOD IS JUST A SWINE HERE TO PUNISH US DIVINES.
Waste OF ******* TIME
Go be a slave for your elders they love you so much, so so much, go be a little slave for them pleeeeeeease. Stop enjoying yourself feel pain your entire life to look good and be healthy for a life you don’t even appreciate, *****
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 4:52 AM UTC
a mere stranger cannot step too much importance
on a hall of distinguished histories and hushed petulance
being unknown is a privilege one could never afford
and so does the spectator without an inch of accord
a buzzing creature means to swarm rotten and morph
from the eggs above the cadaver into becoming a flightless dwarf
but never in a situation so tense it can break bonds
it is scandalous to report by weighing the pros and cons
the walls could speak if an insect preys over the mold
what a drag of reunion with pearls to stand a cold
witnesses have a blurred memory of the stained truth
where the maggots cling to the stench from a libelous youth
nothing can hear a conversation that never takes place
in a distorted anonymity without a ransom to chase
careful is a fly on its last stage of life like a honeydew
it must be an honor to **** to know what occurred on a pew
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 11:50 AM UTC
𝄞 am dorian
mors et vita, dark keys waning
fingers rabid, ever-straining
mallet judges before time
sinking underneath the chime
beneath tolls.
dies irae, schism sprouts,
warmen strike through writhing crowds
"before the Lord, all boweth!"
living corpse begging for death,
very soon.
judicium, cattle whine,
stumble between blood and wine,
serpent swords swallow their flesh
floundering through wails enmeshed,
hell awaits.
“vox humilis, mighty God
save us from this racking sod,“
choirs of women sing their dirge
cobblestones reflect the surge
of ichor.
aeternum, heaven’s eyes,
hidden from all this demise,
laughs entwine from plagues of crows,
rats scuttle through the throes
amen. :||
Dec 24, 2025
Dec 24, 2025 at 7:02 AM UTC
A cracked skull.
The fluids choke me senseless
I gag on a rotten finger
Flashback,
Arms bent like a bobby pin. Used;
for unlocking a key,
Thirteen ribs.
Please, there's no space to breathe
Air wraps its finger around my throat
Choked,
Legs hollowed like a carcass. Preyed;
by a fetid vulture,
I’ve a broken heart with many tears
The only way for repair
is to be put on a list.
I must struggle my way up
O! But haven't I struggled enough?
Dec 3, 2025
Dec 3, 2025 at 7:23 PM UTC
I could have gone to the cemetery,
or back to my high school lab,
find him lecturing from a podium,
bony finger raised,
demagogue of the dead.
I could break him down piece by piece,
cram him in a duffle,
a femur jutting the zipper.
Ignore the groan-
Skeletons are
by nature
never satisfied.
Instead I found myself
in the carnival lot,
The dog was long dead,
the sign kept guard.
Rusty rides slouched like tumbleweeds.
Cotton candy in memory-
blue tack crunching my teeth.
Lewd.
Skeletons fixed on poles,
spiked up through pelvis and spine.
Use ****
Grip shoulders. twist. lift.
When one slid free,
he collapsed into my arms
all bone-light, lovely,
mine at last.
I just brought him home.
Sat at the kitchen table.
Named him Curly.
Zoom howled: WAG’s gone weird!
What’s his name? What’s his name?
His name is Curly,
I said, but I knew
his name was You.
We drink wine by the pool.
He never sips.
Sometimes I pour a second glass for the glint.
Sometimes he tells me Danny Elfman
wants to play his ribs like a xylophone.
Sometimes he sighs,
he hates Oingo Boingo.
I laugh. Obliging.
So do I.
When the wind kicks up
he smells of sugar and rust.
Sometimes he rattles the glassware.
Sometimes he won’t sit still.
Skeletons are
by nature
never satisfied.
Sep 25, 2025
Sep 25, 2025 at 12:11 PM UTC
Перке-пута, Лук-пук и Диг-пик
Увлажняли друг другу язык,
Под увесистой тенью фиг
Аргонавты точили тупик.
Вот Медея, а вот Штрык-штрык,
Млеет киви над Дамой пик,
Рвет рогатку на части бык,
А-ну, нахуй в кроватку, Брик!
👉 Bloch-Bauer & Adele · 2020 · Signature Privée
Aug 1, 2025
Aug 1, 2025 at 7:43 PM UTC
A fire in my veins, it burns and spreads,
No solace found, my pain instead.
It courses through me, an unseen dread,
My heart beats hindered, slow and dead.
I gasp for air, my breath a plea,
To regulate, find sanctuary.
Isolation's grip, it smothers me,
Abandoned here, in misery.
The spreading burn, a growing blight,
My center bleeds, devoid of light.
Rot consumes me, without a doubt,
From inside out, it spills about.
My vision blurs, my words a mess,
Organs churn, enduring stress.
A fleeting glance, at moments past,
Life lived too fast, it couldn't last.
The forecast grim, my future bleak,
A question haunts, my soul to seek:
Was it all worth this fleeting chase?
I shunned the breaks, embraced the race.
Lost in the maze, of fleeting fears,
My peers' applause, drowned out my tears.
Exhausted, striving, never to stand out,
My grotesque form, a silent shout.
"Leave me," I begged, a final plea,
But now the burn consumes, sets me free.
Jan 31, 2025
Jan 31, 2025 at 9:09 PM UTC
I abuse words verbally like my voice is Bobby and the dictionary Whitney/
Like a literary hyperbole properly arranged to explain this deranged brutality perfectly/
Force the English language to work for me like a particularly dark time in history/
Optimistically take the tongue twister trickery and aggressively attack a vocabulary vocally and personally/
Not physically but a barrage on your psyche, almost psychedelically/
Use words medically, like a surgeon I expertly plant thoughts whispered softly but assertively/
Moving letters like chess pawns to express thoughts masterfully and creatively/
Gruesomely grotesque but gorgeous thoughts written down beautifully/
You can't help but hear the perplexity of mythoticly placed words with comradery/
An oddity with the audacity to raise the bar and up the capacity/
Because what comes out of me has to be exactly what you see because it is me/
Not just a part of me but all of me/
I'm not a fallen tree sitting in the forest silently, quietly all by my lonely/
It's just the opposite actually and factually/
I will attack with a dialect so violent you violently retract causing you to react cowardly automatically/
I don't even have to lift a pinky, leave it stinky/
Let my words linger there in the air like **** smoke, thick and sticky/
Periodically come back to peek and see if you've figured out the mystery and found the key/
One that'll decipher decisively what it is that I've let out of me and spread to all humanity/
I could never have planned it, see, it had to happen naturally, organically if you will/
And not to build it up falsely but I honestly, back then, didn't have the ***** to let it out of me and it cost me considerably/
So now this mastery I hold of word delivery bestowed to me gets jotted down feverishly/
With an intensity equal to none inside of this ******* century, can't censor me/
Got a consistency that forces me to constantly cross the border of insanity repeatedly/
Time only to watch my talents as they literally wither away for all of eternity/
Such a tragedy to see such agony but please, no apology brought on by sympathy/
Just let me be as I drift farther out to sea to a place you'll never see/
To let these words mold me into someone you could never be/
©2018
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 4:00 AM UTC
If you need dark to see light
then you had never seen the light
If you need the grotesque to see beauty
then in all likelihood you're the grotesque one
If you need death's sting to feel alive
then you're already dead for life's contemptuous of death
If absence makes heart fonder
then death's eternal separation
compels love unto life resurrected
Mar 23, 2022
Mar 23, 2022 at 10:46 PM UTC
I honestly don’t think you deserve Heaven,
Neither do I…
As you fornicate with the seven,
I am chastised alone to cry…
Sobriety is a made up playground high,
God is some fun.
The Devil sees your love losing by,
For soon in time I will be done…
One by one the seven of lust will die too,
Leaving you dry…
What left of our lives tales told taboo,
No… we are not meant for the hellholes of so…
So lonely the soul never to you to know…
Feb 10, 2022
Feb 10, 2022 at 3:13 AM UTC
For she held my hand
and walked me through the horror
but as l looked closer
she was grotesque,
l shouted to the best
calling for help.
And there l was in another
dimension.
Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 2:02 PM UTC
i can feel the worms
as they wiggle under my skull.
i dig them out with tweezers,
throwing them in a bowl.
but the more i dig,
the more there are
no matter where i go,
no matter how far.
my brain turns to mush
as the days go by
my innards begin to rot
and my corpse liquifies.
what began as concern
slips into terror.
but i promise,
i never meant to scare her.
Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 2:55 AM UTC
Flay me, shroud my body
in Saran wrap, for others to see
what you mean to me: a relief
map of live suffering,
writhing organs in a plastic bag,
a human soup to drag
behind you, sensitive to everything you do,
overflowing with formless worship,
pink, raw and dreaming
of a vicious kinship:
Open yourself and slip my parts in,
we can exist, two hideous beasts
within a single beautiful skin.
Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 5:20 PM UTC
See simmering vats
of shoulders, elbows and knees,
A banner reads:
"Welcome to the joint stock company!"
A mule may melt your heart,
but the cartel will dissolve your family.
Sep 29, 2020
Sep 29, 2020 at 6:29 PM UTC
Bodies jostle toward the heatsource,
Foot stomp, elbowed in the rib,
Muttering voices hoarse, exhale mists
That swirl like deadmen's ashes in the wind.
Pale lumina saturates the cinder skies,
Under which the aged remember
The suns of former lives,
Their memories the glowing solitary embers
Of a world we've left behind.
Ahead, a mother veils her babe with rags
From a passer-by's ravenous gaze.
A man automatously drags
A rattle-bag of assorted human remains,
Leaving trails in the dirt,
Leaving trails in the dirt.
We have splintered apart the frame
Of this landscape of hellpain,
Against smokestack sequoias and asphalt seas,
We stumble toward the crematoria.
My God, the coldness hurts!
As upon the canvas of this frozen Earth
We enact the terminus of human innovation,
The burning of every breath,
The engineered suicide of civilization.
Out, out, brief candle,
said Macbeth.
Into the cull chamber I step,
Hoping there at least I will find warmth,
In death.
Sep 23, 2020
Sep 23, 2020 at 6:33 PM UTC
Among the hideous shapes
you are my favoured
For the wretched silence of your scoliotic spine
flavoured with our crimson wine:
Blood diamonds
screaming songs of sirens
writhing on a desiccated island's edge
Boiled alive—
can be distilled into the language of a pledge
I hereby promise to be yours
Foretell you will be mine
Aug 17, 2020
Aug 17, 2020 at 2:13 PM UTC
Stick your knife into my crown,
Slice down to the chin,
Dig your fingers in,
And unwrap the skull within.
Stretch and dry this ****** leather,
Draping it over a conical framework of bone,
Ends glued together or sewn,
Next: sever
The skull from the spine,
Polish to a shine,
And ***** into the base of your lamp,
Plug in: electron flow illuminating my mind,
Aglow with ideas
Of a submission radiantly divine
Aug 15, 2020
Aug 15, 2020 at 6:02 PM UTC
white surfaces flash in fluorescent lighting –
this is no opus, heaving on cold bathroom tiles,
blood and grain against porcelain,
convulsing creature in all its grotesque obloquy:
bleary and snotting. four-walled, windowless, antiseptic vivarium;
life crawls outside. it thrives, it devours, it fortifies.
inside, here, it repulses. ****** effluvium of all kinds.
sharp shrieks of skin across glossed floor, tears soak
before the cliff of the jaw. nothing stays.
wiping drool off the sterile sink and sweat off my knotted back.
snarls choking into sobs, sobs gasping for air.
this is no opus; blackening from corners,
the repugnant vignette held between fingernails –
for the contagious odium of the resigned abhorrent
bleeds and drips and stains.
neglect and rejection strewn like pearls,
pearls, worth nothing, feeling everything.
a fly buzzes in the stark fluorescent light,
and blackness climbs in. blackness consumes.
May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 9:32 AM UTC
Secrets of Wysteria flow in the vessels of my brain
And so I do not hear, nor comprehend the calling of my thought’s train
Vowing to never be held again in constrain
Eradicating the rotten fingers pointing to my disdain
Muses of bruises, callouses, and roses
Excuses the clueless, hung in ruin’s nooses
Flagitious tongue sharpens itself with sprawling centipedes
Rusted teeth from perilous mandibles bleed as it feeds
On the oozing, ****** veins of the wicked ****** as it pleads
Maybe these are too much for one’s avaricious needs?
Mindful, careful, piercing the syringe of refrain on plump flesh
Yeuking as the substance flows on blood so raw and fresh
Amid all, the past and future gather in Sheol’s pavilion
But missing is the presence of present in emblazing vermillion
Yet fleetly missed as the siren descanted her composition
Somber statues of ivory pretense witness with volition
Saints and snakes tear each other’s throats in a languish cotillion.
Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 8:15 AM UTC
The splendiferous rose
in picturesque shape and colour
aren't all its beauty treasure trove.
But how a rose is a rose
the flower by the thorns
next on the lane adjacent
to the utterly opposite heck
the very uneven grotesque!
Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 6:46 PM UTC
Breaking bones
A cough
Shrieking stones
A laugh
Boiling blood
A scream
Freezing flood
A dream
Churning curds
A shudder
Burning birds
A stutter
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 2:41 AM UTC
tattoos, the mark of Cain
instinctively inducing revulsion
stirring a mix of fear and hate
and of contempt and pity
today a common mark of man
mistaking individuality for identity
abhorrence for affirmation of being
and grotesque debasement for beauty
the mark of exile, rejection, and wickedness
now of fellowship, freedom, and choice
embracing the perverse to shock as all children do
now permanently etched, defiant without understanding
perhaps it is fitting and timely now
for the world is going the way of Cain
the mark of man is yet another sign
manifesting openly for those given to see
Aug 13, 2019
Aug 13, 2019 at 5:37 AM UTC