#mockery
I don't want to leave this world just yet
However, I don't want a new day to dawn either
I want to just lay here in my bed
Not to fade away
Not to think, maybe to sleep
But don't let the night disappear
How I've cursed my own name
the words and it's remains were left in my worn out shoes, that I've already thrown away
In vain I have dragged my hands along the spine of the stone
I have reached deep profound burns, with no sign of help
Had no time to sow a white flag
Little did I know, that every day had an end.
A new tomorrow will bloom
even if I don't want it to
It dosen't matter, I could be a living dead person
merely surviving is no way of living
But a living death doesn't happen that way.
Who wants a new day without the mockery and giggles of a horseradish's green song?
- We are now walking here in the dark valley,
I think I saw a lark croaking la la la la,
a princess on a pea you don't hear that every other day.
Sure, we can pretend and play, but one day it will dawn.
That when you lose courage, that's where you disappear.
Don't fall down the hill without even having tried to get up.
Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 7:46 PM UTC
The sun is as bright as always.
The same yellowy, blinding, light.
It leaves behind happy traces-
a mockery of me, out of spite.
The trees are as strong as always.
The same greenish, leafy, branches.
They leave behind peaceful traces-
unlike my energy, ****** out by leeches.
The clouds are as comfortable as always.
The same whitish, fluffy, softness.
They leave behind carefree traces-
as I doze, with a certain numbness.
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 9:35 AM UTC
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from the desk of the Terminator~
*“The counterfeit always mocks the real
to keep from hearing its own silence.”*
They call it wit,
but it is only the sound
a hollow beam makes
when struck.
The mocker laughs loudest
where his foundation cracked;
he mistakes the echo
for applause.
Sarcasm is the perfume
of inferiority,
the sweet disguise of rot.
Once the light touches him,
his brightness fades;
the painted bubble
runs down the glass.
For mockery is worship reversed..
the prayer of one
who dare not kneel.
And when the sun comes,
he flinches,
*not knowing
that the light he curses
was sent to heal.*
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Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 9:06 PM UTC
Tears roll down my eyes
when I’m happy —
so much joy I can’t contain.
Little waterfalls,
every drop filled with joy,
and yet no one is bothered.
The same innocent tears
roll down my eyes;
along with them, they carry
the faintest ache of pain.
The world refused joy,
chose mockery.
The same world acknowledges these tears —
never embracing them,
always criticizing.
Oct 2, 2025
Oct 2, 2025 at 9:49 AM UTC
Mimic the voices of the dead
And watch me come alive
Every time
I am Devi’s version of Draupadi
I laugh in the face of oppression
First, I let them stab and crush me
With a calm face
I let them purge my blood out
Like rubber from trees
I let my bruised hands and legs
Shine like trophies
Then I mock
Mockery is a clever woman’s tradition
Passed down like a river
I mock
Them all
I laugh while my ******* dangle
Emptily
I let their ego burn down
Ferociously
And even when I’m buried
I will laugh my heart out from the grave
And my mockery will haunt humanity
For centuries
And my dried blood
On your skin
Will never fade
I am immortal
Even in the grave
I speak.
Jul 3, 2025
Jul 3, 2025 at 3:34 AM UTC
Have you ever said,
Even internally,
"I AM FUUCKING DYING!"
Wanting it to be true but it never comes
So you find that you're innocently lying
What it this?
Deaths missed kiss?
Life mocking my last wish?
Am I not allowed some kind of bliss?
Common questions
That have passed through many a mind and uncountable lips
But ask for the answer
And find emotion rear an ugly head creating an eclipse
©2025
May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 6:06 PM UTC
lace and distaste
affection and addiction
obsession and possession
the pain without gain
the rotting of the brain
the parents pride and prune and preen
you've finally turned 15
lack of sleep
little to eat
just take more medication
if that doesnt help, review it on yelp
and theyll say you just lacked dedication.
the adults find you fit to be seen
"you're not actually 15?"
the brain shutting down
systems start to drown
you're not in the best scene
welcome one
welcome all
another fool turning fifteen.
-Ajs
Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 10:00 PM UTC
The words you spoke to me,
What feels like a century ago actually,
Still haunt me
Mocking me constantly
The rabid hostility
The unbridled brutality
Back then that's all I could see
At the time I was only capable of being angry
It took twenty plus years for me to finally
Recognize it for what it was, a difficult piece of honesty
From a friend I called family, and I'm not one to use that term lightly
But now you're no longer here to hear my apology
So I say my sorry
And hope it catches up with you eventually
©2024
Jun 6, 2024
Jun 6, 2024 at 4:44 PM UTC
I don't mock the prison that is religion I unapologetically hold up a mirror to it
I call it's bull shiit with the confidence to challenge the pulpit with nothing pre writ
I fear no holy punishment, don't acknowledge your judgement
And you can miss me with that covenant, I didn't have any part in it
I don't agree with what it represents and how gods "followers" use this religious content
Explain to me how this isn't viewed as a crime syndicate
Call him down here for one sec, clear this up with the public
The fact that nobody's done it only exposes some of the slight of hand, silver tongue magic
Turns suspect real quick, I've lost any and all respect
Your guys not the guy, I don't buy the lie
If any of 'em believe in what they say and read, they should be in a panic
Basically, if believers believe then they would live life far different
And be open to conversation instead of jumping straight into argument
©2024
Feb 5, 2024
Feb 5, 2024 at 7:21 PM UTC
Swirling banters
red water catches my skin
my wrists are bound to the laughing of the crows
As the minor tantrum of a rebel
I live for the stories that include me the least
Nov 11, 2020
Nov 11, 2020 at 8:19 PM UTC
I am mocked, harshly
seeped into the crevices
of this low life being
itchy, stings, and pain
tears kept running
mind is on the edge
soul left hanging
to be the betterment
of the body it was given
that don't deserve a friend
the universe has mocked me
and guiltily I wept
Aug 13, 2020
Aug 13, 2020 at 10:38 AM UTC
Laughter from Another Room
by Michael R. Burch
Laughter from another room
mocks the anguish that I feel;
as I sit alone and brood,
only you and I are real.
Only you and I are real.
Only you and I exist.
Only burns that blister heal.
Only dreams denied persist.
Only dreams denied persist.
Only hope that lingers dies.
Only love that lessens lives.
Only lovers ever cry.
Only lovers ever cry.
Only sinners ever pray.
Only saints are crucified.
The crucified are always saints.
The crucified are always saints.
The maddest men control the world.
The dumb man knows what he would say;
the poet never finds the words.
The poet never finds the words.
The minstrel never hits the notes.
The minister would love to curse.
The warrior longs to spare his foe.
The warrior longs to spare his foe.
The scholar never learns the truth.
The actors never see the show.
The hangman longs to feel the noose.
The hangman longs to feel the noose.
The artist longs to feel the flame.
The proudest men are not aloof;
the guiltiest are not to blame.
The guiltiest are not to blame.
The merriest are prone to brood.
If we go outside, it rains.
If we stay inside, it floods.
If we stay inside, it floods.
If we dare to love, we fear.
Blind men never see the sun;
other men observe through tears.
Other men observe through tears
the passage of these days of doom;
now I listen and I hear
laughter from another room.
Laughter from another room
mocks the anguish that I feel.
As I sit alone and brood,
only you and I are real.
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May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 4:36 AM UTC
i live an aimless life
no goals no ambitions
just wandering here and there
always on a journey
from somewhere to anywhere
going everywhere getting nowhere
with lots of money and time
life then only truly lived
always on a journey
to the moon from the deep
to the east from the west
to the poles from dancing poles
from hedonistic feasts to orgiastic flesh
from serene silence in the highest coldest peaks
to traitorous tyrant in murderous boardroom bloodbathing takeover
life's a journey and I'm loving it
only fools believe and excuse failures as a journey
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 2:27 AM UTC
Acolytes of yon ole Stanstead
Told him he's been mislead
Well tough, ya old curmudgeon
See ya never, has-been's has-been
Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 8:40 AM UTC
Hair stands upon jolted skin folds.
You never could eat a salad.
You look pregnant with a fat pig!
Large enough to eclipse the sun!
Large enough to cause nuclear winter for everyone!
Grass ceases to grow with every step that you take!
The earth weighs a percent more whenever you ingest!
Your rolls could warm the Eskimos!
An orchestra of clapping flesh fills the room with every movement you make!
You don't seem to care about the people you run over when rolling in the street.
You say it is their fault for getting in the way.
They all look like Indiana Jones trying to outrun a boulder.
Too many happy meals can make a lot of people unhappy.
Man sized pancakes dot the side walks that we all used to tread.
Skinny people no longer exist, they are all dead. You mistook them for French fries.
You are just as imperfect as me,
So who are you to point a chunky finger.
You think you are so big behind that screen. Lecturing me about body standards when you look like you washed up on the beach this morning.
Stop crushing your high horse and come down just a little bit.
Time for you to get a serving of your own medicine.
Gape those ears wide and give a listen:
I don't live to look good for some fat *** greasy, disgusting pig on the internet, jerking off to ********** **** while his mother makes microwave pizzas upstairs!
So jam that finger up you ***
May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 6:51 PM UTC
A traffic jam at 2 am?
My work just done, tired I am.
Is misfortune a thing with me?
A fallacy unknown maybe.
Recalled the time iPhone at max,
An accident my old was cracked.
Or day my rags compelled I splurge,
The day some Prada had to surge.
In Dubai, Grab’s copter went down,
With lover, boyfriend’s stuck in town.
Cold ***** camel ride through night,
Paid Bed’uin gold, or wait till light.
My friends all say I’m blessed and rich,
But life with peace I’ll rather switch.
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 12:16 AM UTC
Too much effort,
I’m giving in my all.
I’m helping me out,
To get up from the fall.
Such a disgrace,
I can’t stand even tall.
Walking away, a task,
I can’t even crawl.
You look at me,
Rolling your eyeball.
I feel like a mess,
Need alcohol.
Being happy, a norm
But **** protocol!
I can’t fake a smile,
I’m not a doll.
Any well wishers?
The number’s sure small.
Will they stand by me?
Help me build my wall?
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 6:32 AM UTC
The best lies are those webbed through truth
Spun with mockery and delight
They climb slowly up your mind
Unrecognized
And when the truth is insight
You are already wrapped in silk
Staring at fright and Death's bite
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 2:22 PM UTC
Joyously expelled,
Breath instantly recaptured,
Your mockery mine.
Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 4:22 PM UTC
Splayed out atop the the table, stupefied,
Etherized, dreaming anything but excision,
Witness the specimen's unnatural habitat.
Life stains the whole of its existence -
See the sacrament of its entirety, its divinity,
Its flesh made manifest and merely flesh.
It mocks this menagerie with every breath
And, aping its peers, struggles, strives, dies
For the pittance this world lends it.
Confronted with the end, it spits derision.
Confronted with the start, it cries in awe!
What a nonsense of a creature we see here,
This enigma we recognize in ourselves:
The human, being.
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 6:26 PM UTC
A dreary gray fills the sky with a sombre mood
Like ash sprawling in the air in a manner of crude
A coronation begins, for the foul, not good
Mockery fills the room as a man sits in ****
His skin filled with fresh bruises and blisters alike;
His eyes painted with tremor, etched within his psyche
Upon his head sat, a diadem of sharp pike
Its needles slithering through his forehead in hike,
Puncturing his once soft skin; warm blood trickles down
Escorting his pains were the digging of the crown
It continues, wrapping his head like a long gown
For a king, adorned with a frown: a thorny crown.
Among the men, they bring out a coat of blood anew
Draped on shoulders, blood meets blood; the searing pain grew
A contempt shroud lingers, a call begins to brew
"Hail the King!" they chant, "Hail Jesus, the King of all Jew!"
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 9:49 AM UTC