#mayhem
freaky minds in control
with out of control actions
and gobbldygook words to match
Apr 9
Apr 9, 2026 at 9:49 AM UTC
She killed his bees
and absolutely ruined
the ninth symphony
He descends
attempting to **** his rage with a drink
a drink laced with 麻薬 (mayaku)
The menu is all over
pornographic walls
except for the television covered wall
screening the life of someone
once in peril
He calls tonight Joyride
over phantom roads
in search of honey
from a queen bee
He'll sting her once for fun
then again and again
until he gets the job done
"That day of wrath, that day
that day of wrath, that day
the trumpets wonderous calls
sounding abroad
he descends into Hell
That day of wrath
that day of wrath"
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 3:38 PM UTC
Press play.
Testing one, testing two
Mic call, set stage
Audio check, background check
On and off
Wrong or right?
Right or left?
Im not sure
You dont know
You dont care...but you care.
You want to know how i feel.
You dont listen.
But you hear me.
Do you really hear me?
Im screaming at the top of my lungs now.
Hello? Hello???
Anybody there?
Oh right, my bad
All the screaming goes on in my head.
Oh so i need to tell you that?
Aloud?
Like. With my mouth and my real actual voice?
I dont think so. I cant speak.
Words stolen. Voice might crack.
I cant break. No. Not visibly.
So im running to you
To complain about you.
Wait what?
No stop. Sit. Gather your thoughts.
Who are you?
My thoughts are locked.
Behind my minds eye
A field of vision.
Blurred vision.
Pressure.
So much pressure.
I hear a voice.
Voices.
What are your thoughts?
I CANT SAY THEM.
Deep breath. Calm down.
Kinda odd
Might be wierd.
Like a cycle.
Cycle...
Cycle...
Cycle...
Stop.
Start again.
Gather your thoughts.
Press play.
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 7:27 AM UTC
Deep into the night, when the silence sits in, all I hear are my echoing thoughts.
In the deafening darkness and whispering winds, I'm home.
Oct 14, 2024
Oct 14, 2024 at 11:55 PM UTC
Imagine a life
without buildings and structures
mayhem of all sorts.
Apr 24, 2023
Apr 24, 2023 at 11:35 AM UTC
YESTERDAY is gone, so
make room for TODAY,
the OTHER DAYS were HECTIC
have now GONE AWAY,
A DAY of COMPLETE MAYHEM
has now GONE ASTRAY,
It was looking PRETTY ROUGH,
but "WHAT CAN I SAY???"
Just HAPPY to KNOW that
I AM STILL HERE,
YESTERDAY'S TOUGH ISSUES have
now DISAPPEARED,
LORD PLEASE BLESS MY WEEK,
OH, THIS I DO PRAY,
YESTERDAY IS LONG, GONE,
GETTING READY FOR
ANOTHER DAY!!!
B.R.
Date: 1/31/2024
Aug 25, 2024
Aug 25, 2024 at 5:40 PM UTC
The staining aroma we so avidly inhaled in the reign of night
At tables made of glass that reflet the moonlight
The faint white illumination lit our misdeeds of younger
Keeps me reminiscent of days of simpler
Plagued & blessed by lack of consideration
No respect for damnation
We lived without hesitation to be free
To feel we truly needed to be
I sit alone now inhaling what was once shared and sought-after
Feeling but trying not to think-of those days of before
Watching storms roll through, making me feel spectator to memories of more
I retreat into myself, knowing those days are over
I could never imagine I'd look back on those days and call them simpler.
I keep running from what i can't see and it's lead me in circles
Cycle through the times to get to the next
Dec 19, 2021
Dec 19, 2021 at 11:22 PM UTC
If only I knew how to mold bricks out of lone
I’d build you a house
And paint it with flowers
That mimic the colourless
hues of your gaze
Leaves, I’d tie to stooping fingers
Of our barren talks
Fruits with moonlight in their stout tummies
your chapped lips
They envy the sweetness of
Do you know?
(Too bold a flattery, you say—
Dare me then; dare you)
Gentle I’d go
Show them the tree
And they’d make their nests
In its laden boughs
A crown on your head
Weaved out of patience
I’d softly place
If only I knew a way past this barricade
That together we built
A thousand years ago
I’d be a flock of wild geese
Guiding you out
Oh, my fluttering wings
Calmed in the sky’s blue embrace
I’d soar around in winters cruel
I’d watch and watch
The edges of our land
A bed I’d carve
Out of roses and dawns
Hang up my rivers
By the glass windows shivering in our storm
Oh, there is a kingdom
I would like to save
A bunch of bluebirds, and a quiet queen
The slender moon far, far away
If only I knew
A melody strong enough
To cure this aching rebellion
Oh, if I did! If I—
I watched, and watched the shores
Of our land
No ships came with their armours ready
Your own bluebirds,
They fight now the flowers
They ravage the fruits
If only I had a drop of divinity
Sulking somewhere inside me
I’d banish their light souls
Out of their bodies
But bluebirds,
Are pretty
And so is the mayhem
And so is silence,
And you aridity
Lurk at a distance,
I know not
What to build out of this lone
Jul 13, 2021
Jul 13, 2021 at 3:08 PM UTC
Thoughts and Prayers
They burn
Ashtray of humanity
Incense offering
There is no god
Thoughts and Prayers
Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 1:21 AM UTC
I am but a few words,
Mindful of manners and mayhem.
My dreams come in waves of plenty,
Yet I spare only a few.
I mumble and tumble over them,
They beg no quarter.
Yet wish to be heard,
I silence what wishes to speak.
Yet lives on only in single memory,
I dance around in cryptic self-wonder.
But must answer in plainish ways,
Is it the punishment of living onward?
Am I to be the self translator of self?
Cursing but not ending,
Living but not yet dead.
What possible way of misery is this?
What cantankerous absolute point of view is worth seeing first?
Am I the wild one?
Set forth to wander a desert made by others.
Perish the thought I survive someone else’s dream,
That I live the uncontrolled controlled.
What manner of mindset does the fool endure?
What crept, slithered, painstaking idea became my own?
My dream, is it?
My life, is it?
My sadness, my madness, the ups and downs, is it?
Who lives of me?
Who lives for me?
Who desires to see me and not demand compensation?
Does the wind blow in my favor?
This tossing and turning of mayhem and manner is outwardly atrocious,
It begs, it pleads, it demands as like a child.
Am I still?
By others do I mature or am I already?
Questions and personal answers,
But who’s right?
What desire of manner is of self or of others?
I ask and yet self reply,
I see yet seen only others self.
This is the madness of this world,
Am I of you or am I of me?
Feb 13, 2021
Feb 13, 2021 at 1:40 PM UTC
Just wandering in my head
Amongst confusing emptiness
Complete isolation a
Kind loneliness that
Sings derisive laughter
Onto a burdened soul in
Need of placidity
Pieces of broken heart
Out of my control
Lost in my mind
Lacking gravity
Outside in
Consciously imploding silently
Knowing nothing certain
Jan 6, 2021
Jan 6, 2021 at 3:05 AM UTC
The waves are calling me
I think it’s time I go now
The thoughts are crashing inside my head
Like the waves crash on the shore
Maybe if I listen to their calling
And get immersed into the depth of the ocean
They will decimate me once and for all
And finally, I will be in peace. With no hurt, no emotion
I certainly don’t mean anything to anyone
I think it’s time I go and untie the knot
I got caught in the mayhem. My mind is drained
From asking thyself, whether to quit or not?
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 5:07 PM UTC
A distant village, far from here
Where people reside with love and care
Untouched by the worldly mayhem
Nothing there is illusory or sham
A corner of heaven it is. My heart lies in peace
It's the only place where loads of endorphins release
Aug 14, 2020
Aug 14, 2020 at 11:27 AM UTC
The Vow
my brain will not be silent
my heart won’t skip a beat
the world is way to violent
the sun has lost its heat
what is going to take place
after it all is said and done
we need to succeed and embrace
and know that humans have won
we all retain the power
to stop this mayhem now
it will take a worldly shower
it will take mankind's vow....
Brian Hill - 2020 # 172
Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 9:28 AM UTC
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*“rootless in shallows of momentary mayhem
and no matter the change in horizon,
there is always some thing to be found
that could remind me
of the worst ways I have ever been.”*
from “Harlequin Days of Fecund Fervor” by Victoria
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rereading these your words, upset forces me to break a recent vow,
my own writing banished, now faceless in the ranks
of just another poet, busted in rank, chose my own
decommissioning but then your momentary mayhem
plea, fecund you, your third harlequin, states construct!
stay the constriction, the recalling of our worst worsts,
for there is always something to be found, recalled,
that the horizon’s only constant is constant change,
especially the worst worsts
I am colored by your treats, your word plums ripe even
out of season, and the mayhem is mine only mine,
robbed you for it is I, rootless, given up my planting, then
the cobblestones of old new york, trip me up, saying
even old things such as you, have a prime yet to come,
stones fecund seeding, predicting I am not done, just undone,
and fetuses within this dying body, may yet be carried to term,
may yet, maybe, may be, but may be caesarean stillborn
rambling this, mostly musty unclear, so summarizations a
sensible thing, a pardon requested for clarity is a sometime thing.
rare are the days that the terracotta colored soil
darkens my fingernails,
it is dried blood from my scratching deep beneath the skin’s topsoil,
but nothing grows that’s whole, warped are the word fruits.
my soup is hot water with salt, a tasty dish apropos for one
whose growths are rootless in the shallow, infertile dirt of stones
that reside in the shallows of a garden of mine own
fecund may-hem of the grey fall sky autopsy turvy
Nov 7, 2019
Nov 7, 2019 at 11:56 AM UTC
Close
But I can only see from a distance
A thick dense fog stands in between
I ******* wish to god I could see
It’s so beautiful over there
Somewhere I cannot define
The air is fresh
The grass is green
Paradise, as If I was in a dream
I walk through a war to get there
A ****** butchered scene
Still it feels like home
And I find it hard to leave
I thrive in the mayhem
but it does not benefit me
Set me free of my memories
I want to stay where the grass is green
Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 11:19 PM UTC
Inside
I am
Chaos,
Furious soul.
Outside
with You,
I Mayhem.
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 6:16 PM UTC
The heart bleeds
A crimson red
Destruction and Mayhem
On the bend
Lifeless corpses
Maggots and flies
Clean the once living bodies
That now cling to the floor
Death and his horse
Have so much work
They enlist the help
Of the fates at work
Plagues rise
From hollowed graves
Killing everything in sight
Leaving nothing but decay
Souls arise
The sorrow of mankind
Death follows swiftly
As a helping guide
Pointing to their once warm home
Now but a cold and lifeless feast
Acknowledging self pity
The soul does weep
Crying out for salvation
Of their once beautiful temple
Leaving so suddenly
They take flight
Life seems pointless
In the aftermath of plague
Souls scream out
In hopes of something safe
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 5:10 PM UTC
Passion in her heart and mayhem in her mind, a dangerous combination, the two combined....
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 8:32 AM UTC
Passion in her heart and mayhem in her mind, a dangerous combination, the two combined....
Aug 17, 2024
Aug 17, 2024 at 1:52 PM UTC
trolls have a lot of idle time
on their aggravating hands
and it has been noticed that
they move in trolling bands
were these individuals to
find a more useful pastime
others wouldn't be sensing
their provocative lime
oh yes the trolls are well
and truly on the loose
causing much mayhem like
an uninhibited moose
they patrol both by day
and by night
dispensing their plaguing
sort of blight
if you've ever felt a troll
breathing down your neck
it'll make you cry out get
the abhor off my deck
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 8:54 PM UTC
daunting nonstop rains,
such mayhem landslides and pains;
rain: boon if not bane!
Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 1:15 PM UTC
A boy goes to school
And tears his schoolmates apart
With metal piercing bullets
This is normal now.
Igor Goldkind
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 4:18 PM UTC