#mocking
Distraction corrupts you.
As you lack interest.
I am just, noise.
Your ears are cushioned; absorbing a buzz.
Just listen to me, respect me.
Mocking me as I try to be civil.
You belittle me.
And the buzzing stops.
Your head finally turns.
You slapped the fly,
and its juices neatly seat the bench,
and you stare, and you don't care.
I slump, melting.
Clenching my jaw.
You pluck my wings,
and I let you.
My dignity stripped.
Your ego; unrestrained, unrestricted.
You just watch,
as my eyes blurt a river.
Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 3:58 AM UTC
Don't tell me that's it,
That vague speck over yonder
A classic rabbit food metaphor,
Dangling in my line of sight forever
A couple clicks past my ability to care
And six feet beneath every single nightmare
I sense it senses I'm past the point of repair
And headed nowhere
It mocks my thousand-yard stare
The hidden damage from trying to fight fair
Habitually a day late and a dollar short of the right fare
But you know what they say about fair
©2024
Sep 23, 2024
Sep 23, 2024 at 5:19 PM UTC
You took a sip of my pain,
And mocked your fellow man.
Take the whole bottle-
Let's see if your
Still standing
Man
By Darren Wall ©
Sep 10, 2024
Sep 10, 2024 at 3:05 AM UTC
Casper
That's the name they gave me
The intentions weren't friendly
They used it mockingly
Albeit creatively
Because my skin was alabaster pasty,
I was Jack Skelington skinny
And, apparently,
My blond hair and blue eyes weren't manly
So then,
I embraced it and turned it on them ceremoniously
No more Casper the Friendly,
Just Casper the Deadly
Turned to the ghost that gave nightmares to Freddy
Made the devil look heavenly
That persona went at any and every enemy
But now that I'm 40
I've let that part of me leave me
Though it was the only part of me that believed in me
The scratched up side of my flipped penny
...I miss is secretly...
©2024
Aug 5, 2024
Aug 5, 2024 at 7:21 PM UTC
They're voices hit me
like hardened citrus
Thrown at my curled body on the floor
their laughter is hurting me
their smiles are my scars
Band-aids and mocking
inside I'm breaking
everyone else loves me the way I am
so why can't they?
Mar 14, 2021
Mar 14, 2021 at 4:27 PM UTC
He sat at the edge of the Earth, and night after night, the moon told
secrets to his mocking blue eyes, secrets that no one else could ever, ever begin to understand.
Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 12:59 AM UTC
dancing
imitating
mocking
We dance through the atmosphere
of imitation.
Imitating,
I am not the only one
who got this feeling.
Mocking,
you were mocking
when I caught you innocent;
I know, you love me.
Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 5:41 AM UTC
I suspected this day was coming
Now that it's finally here
Realize I'm not ready
Face my biggest fear
I want to stop desperately
Seems I've tried a lot
Every time I am ready
Stubborn addiction is not
The drugs grab control of me
Steer me straight into a wall
Pull me back into the ditch
Doesn't matter how many times I go through withdrawal
I have learned my lesson the hard way
Much too often to count
Then again the hard way
The only way I've known about
Let the ocean take away
I drown in blue misery
Wash up on some greener shores
World that in comparison is easy
Do not smoke if you can't handle the heat
You're afraid of getting burned
Flames always steal a part
Once gone not always returned
I have given up on finding myself
Buried pieces too deep
Intention was to plant them
No harvest grows to reap
So remain trapped in a cycle
Strapped by only threads
Running from my demons
Tires me as sickness spreads
No one coming to save me
I've toppled overboard
Danced on the very edge
This is my reward
Consume me as I spiral down
Watch me crash in an explosion
Go enjoy the show
Not what I have chosen
When eyes can't stand my reflection
Monster staring back
Use to blur the edges
To smudge all that I lack
Time is always running
One minute after the next
Door to sobriety is always open
In the moment hesitating perplexed
Do not quit because I don't know how
I've done it once before
Daydreaming past recovery
Cannot remember what I did it for
When the silence starts mocking me
Following a great and heavy pause or two
Hold my hand tightly
It will pull me through
Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 5:05 AM UTC
the mountains keep laughing,
and mocking me from afar.
they keep mocking the useless
attempts i make
to feel like i’m worth
to feel like i really am enough.
they keep pointing at me
telling me i’ll never be
like my little brothers’
violin;
or that i won’t ever be
as clever
as bright
as wit
as my big brother is.
they keep reminding me that
i won’t ever be
as sufficient
as i want to be.
Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 11:26 PM UTC
Oh! The seas of negativity
Snickers, stares, and sneers
Lost and drowned, no opportunity
Trapped within our jeers
And (Look!) we swim and find our way
Confused when they get left behind
Worked twice as hard for no delay
Dismissed outright with (Never mind!)
Oh! Our eyes of pity stare
There with care, but not their friend
They not seen, only the chair
Proud to show the hand we lend
Yet they ignore those smirking eyes and brush those pity eyes
And proud they stand, work times ten: Knowing themselves the wise
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 12:43 PM UTC
taunting,
like my childhood bully
on the blacktop
of the elementary school i once attended.
poking me all over.
tormenting me.
the mocking laughter.
kicking me in the ribs,
until i ran out of air.
that's what our memories
feel like
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 11:51 AM UTC
The land under the moonlight;
Nothing but a silhouette.
The night sky
Filled with childish dreams.
By daybreak
you can see that day is darker then the night.
Earth is a cold bitter world
mocking the weak.
Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 8:59 AM UTC
you wrapped your unending vulnerability
inside a cocoon of every single one of the
foul deeds you committed.
every shameful secret you bought to life.
and you wonder why you can never grow strong.
why the only part of you that can take a hit
is the armour you bought for far too little
to bleed into your blood stream and offer your body
the support your degenerate being can't supply.
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 8:42 AM UTC
I sit here lost in my thoughts , soaking up with the happenings
I caught A luminous face of olive white ,
the brightest eyes of ocean blue staring into mine.
Would you believe ?
Slowing down of time? I did
As she turned her head
That luminous face changed form
Barely grasping my sight,
Like the breeze before the storm,
The storm I only wish I witnessed.
Seeing her walk away in the most graceful stlye,
I wonder if her peach lips had reflected a smile !!
As she brushed her hair behind her ear,
A Sensed a gentle breeze pushing me out of senses
Was she mocking my reality ?
Was I wrong?
My spring was here a lil late
I only wish I could have taken a glimpse of her eyes
I only wish to prove myself the reality...
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 11:51 AM UTC
“Do you know why I despise this hallway?” I asked him.
“No,” he replied. For a split moment there was no sound, just our step that echoed. “Why?” He asked me back.
“Because the emptiness mocked me.” I answered.
—dbnzvrt
Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 6:08 AM UTC
What are kings, if not selfish cruel creatures,
thrones built of sacrifices,
the blind lambs of faith.
Their misdeeds,
their whims being the guiding path.
Will, paving the concrete path of others.
But,
though brow beaten,
the knight cries.
"To what shalt we be if not without the guidance of kings,
kissed by the angels of the holy,
blessed beneath the stars?
What of the olive branch they provide?
Of the prospering and the peasantry."
Oh,
how they cry within their armoured shells,
suffocating under their oaths.
Unspoken promises to their god,
their king,
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 4:45 PM UTC
I will not waste time counting losses
They only bring me down
If I allow my brain to think
In my thoughts I'll surely drown
I have built a bridge over memories
To escape rapid flow
A rail so I don't tumble
Into dangerous swells below
As long as I remain detached
Distant from usual pain
I am able to harness meager cheer
Keep myself from going insane
I feel a strengthening in my blood
A wanting no longer there
I have laid away former distractions
In favor of clean vacant air
I have done away with disorder
At least the negative kind
I am going to forget my bad habits
Regain the lost parts of my mind
No more whining or self-deprecation
Or wanting to change who I will be
I am tossing out the mocking past
Finally embracing beautiful me
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 4:50 PM UTC
Thinking you were breaking my soul
Oh, little did you know
A heart made of stone
Is it me you wanted to mock?
Truth is;
I'm still standing
Wishing you could turn the clock around
Regrets now sinking in
A little too late, don't you think?
Better you wanted
And it's all I could offer
Knowing that the best is yet to come
Your impatience misleading you
Now look where it got you
Down and out, overwhelmed by regrets
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 12:41 PM UTC
There lies a black line
Drawn through this self-hated name
And a mocking smile on the walls
WHEN I STRUGGLE, ALL IN VAIN
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 4:24 AM UTC
*When I'm with you
Time ticks so fast
Like a lightening bolt
When I'm not with you
Time slows down
Like a small snail*
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 12:03 PM UTC
Atop the frail ego she mounts her merciless machine gun with which she mows down any speckle of personality that dares flicker amongst her immediate surroundings, until only her presence alone can remain untarnished and unfettered by sadistic, sardonically summarized ridicule, luminous and majestically radiating with solitary supremacy. Oh, the splendorous grandeur of self-indicted superiority, the rush of power and authority from diminishing another's essence with ruthless categorical association, the incomparable ecstasy of using their own positive attributes as their rudimentary flaws. Viscerally volatile, the cocking of the mocking gun's hammer is to be recognized as the phrase "You're just trying to be______". This is critical, for all too well she knows to a certainty that at the most essential level, one is only simply trying to be. And when you attack a person's will to try, their will to be, then you are taking aim at the one vital aspect of their existence which they hold any discernible dominion over: their character. The slaying is heinous and orgasmically fulfilling, for how can the perennial, separatist worship of Self be indulged in among so many of these "others"? But oh how exhausting it must be, the perpetually cyclic nature of the task. How can she ***** a light that doesn't exude from a distant source, but is a brother beam of the source they share? How does she extinguish the reflection of a flame off the water? Like fireflies on summer nights they disappear only to reappear again, somewhere else, reminding her of the irrevocable, irreducible power of being born and reborn again in the new moment. The self-aware ******** audacious enough to love themselves. How much of it do they really think they can withstand?
Reload.
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 8:53 AM UTC
Dreadful
Mocking
Torturous screams
They keep on repeating the same things
Threatened
Defeated
Hopeless and scared
When she smiles, no one is aware
Crying
******
Hurt little girl
Pretends to be fine for the rest of the world
Happy
Laughing
Faking a smile
This can only last for a while
Broken
Speechless
Breathing but dead
These are the voices inside my head
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 11:43 PM UTC
It's late at night and my mind is at its worse. I guess the pressure of things falling into place is hard for me, but it shouldn't be. I guess the thoughts i have of everyone leaving me is now becoming a reality , and the one relationship I'm suppose to value, no longer feels valuable. So my mind begins to search for all the loose ends trying to put them back together in hopes that it will get better. " who am I kidding", saying it will get better Is like saying the Great Wall of China was built in a day, because getting better is one of those things that with a mind like mine we live off of believing will come true. I wrote a letter the other day, a letter of hatred to all the people who have ever hurt me. In that letter the only person that seemed to hurt me was "me". It was my own reflection in the mirror. As if it appeared to be mocking me.
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 7:50 AM UTC