"bestiality" poems
Sweet and seductive
The twilight
Can I come in?
No need to worry
Frustrated moments
Tempting lies
Please don't scream
I'll be discrete
Caresses recollected
Old embraces
********** and bathos
Fur instead of hair
Movements in a mirror
Time for breakfast
The appearance of a peach
Fried sentences
Scrambled words
Rhyming couplets
Tea and coffee
Contradictory conversations
Flee from open mouths.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 12:47 AM UTC
In Praise of Feeling Bad About Yourself
The buzzard never says it is to blame.
The panther wouldn't know what scruples mean.
When the piranha strikes, it feels no shame.
If snakes had hands, they'd claim their hands were clean.
A jackal doesn't understand remorse.
Lions and lice don't waver in their course.
Why should they, when they know they're right?
Though hearts of killer whales may weigh a ton,
in every other way they're light.
On this third planet of the sun
among the signs of **********
a clear conscience is Number One.
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 11:43 PM UTC
There's a contentious subsection
Of the homosexual community
That go in a different direction
Hoping to find social immunity
The word masculine
Is the mask they're in
To live life saccharine
Wearing a plastic grin
From the sensation
Of over-compensation
Actuating placation
To differentiate
From the effeminate
They say they're separate
But really they're just desperate
To be accepted
By their own dejectors
To not be rejected
They become defectors
To avoid ridicule
They stack their deck with nothing but physicality
Their mind minuscule
The albatross on their neck is a lack of personality
To please those that compare them to **********
Internalizing their homophobia
An infernal mighty cornucopia
Creating an over abundance of rules
One must follow to be a proper male
But we should jump out of the pool
If being miserable is what that entails
The more genuine version we see
The happier we all should be
Then we might all be free
But if I were to show glee
Someone might call me a ******
And I don't think I could hack it
When the rest of society backs it
With an approval that is tacit
So I convince myself I'm avoiding identity politics
Using total discretion
To make no impression
But my friends and family would know that's not what I'm doing
So why not tell them?
I haw and I hem
Because the underlying ghostly shame
Is the true nature of this social game
When you have the fame of the flame
You're told to get in a lane of the same
Erase my ******* sin
With the title masculine
There are practical reasons to hide it
But how much time will be bided?
Will my life be derided
Until the evil are delighted?
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 12:58 AM UTC
to him,
she was his escape,
his ever present lighthouse.
as shadows creeped up his vision,
he would go to her
seeking temporary paradise
in an unforgiving world
that would pass judgement
on those that failed
to meet their quota
it calmed him.
to be able
to completely surrender himself
to someone so pleasurably cruel
each whip lash,
each biting scar,
each punishing slap,
each delicious sting from candle wax,
his neck wrapped in a collar
his skin marred by abuse
yet he couldn't help but ask
for more
more
more
he would beg
and she would give it to him.
he let himself drift away
until nothing more
than welcomed thoughts of her
invaded his once clustered mind
he would do anything for her.
only for her.
that was his duty
as her loyal pet
to her,
no words needed
to be said
he was nothing more
than an animal
trained to
satisfy her
in bed.
that's how its always been
with her partners being
lustful creatures
forever seeking an outlet
for their suppressed desires
but she couldn't help
but think that this one
this insignificant little pet
would be the one
to stay by her side
then again,
that's what she thought
about everyone else before him
but she'd gladly wait
and see if
this one was any different
the least she could do
would be to enjoy herself
and savor the moment
of being able to call
this pathetically beautiful beast
as her own.
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 7:38 PM UTC
Psychopath, questioned and played with, complex mind games with
Paper fortune tellers and crystal ***** utilized by con artists.
Chrome decorated room filled with trippy, grippy, grabby men
With blue cats swimming around their head. Coherent words do not exist to them.
Sucrose breaks you down, sweet creature, and thieves the antimatter in your empty scull.
Your favorite song no longer passes through your hollow ears.
Notes and the beats... A heartbeat. The thrum of a low piano key in a house supposed
To be isolated and abandoned. You are not alone here, child.
The demons summoned her because of the lettered board between a mattress
And box spring. The springs are broken from too much activity,
Don't jump on the soiled mattress. That's how you receive punishment.
But one without two does not match the storybook your mother read to you.
The nauseating tale of role,play and ********** Everyone knows the story, seen the Disney.
You can run, but you can't hide from the memories of horrible visions
Given to you by the gods. Hold on, child. You will grow to be a man one day
Despite the nightmare of being a wolf child who clawed his way out of his mothers womb.
Jolt and sweat, forgotten top bunk , and a concussion;
The dreams are back. The recurring realities of a twin long lost, but somehow inside.
Dream catchers don't make the callback list, can't act for the life of them, but
They are beautiful against the scenery.
A porcelain doll holds the demon that hacked my system and took controll of my history,
And once again, she takes my place, fooling everyone into thinking I am here
When, in reality, I am buried six feet under.
Blood dribbles from the letters chilled into my stone, I curl and let them add more letters into
My back to symbolize the life I led. The collection of poems I wrote about you are the ones they
Cut into the skin on my legs, permanent reminders of what I have felt.
"What have you felt?"
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 10:13 AM UTC
Red headed ******
Skin white and fluffy.
Marshmallow.
Spots on his skin,
Like dots of tan.
Leopard.
Mind always on ***
Fan of internet ****
******
Smokes himself to death,
Always ******* on a cig.
Vacuum.
Always saying **** my ****
But only to men?
Closet ***
Looking for something to ****
I'm worried for the neighborhood squirrels.
**********
Loves drinking some beer,
But only likes it light.
*****
Always gives a good laugh,
Stupid *** smile.
Best Friend.
Drinking is okay,
Jesus drank wine.
Catholic.
Sep 16, 2010
Sep 16, 2010 at 9:45 PM 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
Lexical littorals illiterate foal
Talus and cirque shore and shoal
Iconoclast anarchy vortex knoll
****** matrix vertex peak
Semantic regalia flux and seek
Torrid allusions own and keep
Dichotomy paradox surge and swell
Primordial integumence purge and fell
Contiguity confluence dirge and knell
Reliquiae requiem show and tell
Accession assertion deliberative need
Transcendent ascension expiate seed
Subordinate ancillary exigency deed
Subliminal subjunctive sensorium seethe
Uxorious usury detinue blithe
Contiguous currency decimate tithe
Tractive proximity critical lithe
Delusory phantasm futurity kithe
Alacritous tactile acuity interstice
Accidence ambience resonance quipy pith
Scenario synopsis resilience gist
Endergonic protensive progressiveness rift
Prestissimo preterite retroactive gift
Poignant puissance piquant myth
Fable fantasticate legend list
Preternatural gesticulate proclivity pith
Propensity assimilate diabolical mist
********** fornicate zooidal mist
Parenthetical erudite erumpence fist
Quiescent gossamer lecherous wrist
Militant mercenary actuator aorist
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 8:04 PM UTC
The death of order
is the birth of our
**********
iamthe_avatar ©2014
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 5:53 AM UTC
The want to be Detective C. Auguste Dupin
got his theory all wrong
as to why that orangutang killed
Madame L'Espanaye and her daughter in the Rue Morgue.
They were killed because they were walked in on while having *** with a human by the jealous beast.
********** lowers humanity to nothing more than an animal, a beast which is unable to distinguish right from wrong, natural from unnatural, love from lust.
If you don't believe me then just ask King Kong.
As always welcome to the show!
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 6:13 PM UTC
trudging from lombard
pawned ring
to pay back long debt
Esta es mi vida.
wonderful friend sent a letter:
dont send me poems
I dont love poetry
Caminando por la calles.
On the streets Lanterns
blinding eyes
while I need darkness
Yo tener enemigos en todos el mundo
letter from court
to pay penalty 1200 euro
for spraying graffities in Friedrichshain
Esta mi vida es afuera un campos de batalla.
i am hungry
I pick from some wheelchair near entrance of supermarket
one banan
towards me run and attacks me a huge drunkard
beat out from my hands banan
slaps in brow
and I fall on snowed pavement
feel no pains
he stays over me and yell: Sie klaute banane, Nutte!!
I low whisper: yourself schweine backe..
jump from spot and imaginary bite the **** of his imaginary gun
El mundo es maravilloso
I possess no more a laptop
i spilled wine on it
being taken aback of one scene of pure **********
of one lovely guest in my flat
how now to write manifesting defending verses?
Politico de mierda que gobierna el pais.
Internet shop
whole night over
beneath of buzzing of casino machines
I sit and write the letter to imaginary dad
to imaginary lovely mom
to sweet sister or brother
well, I have nobody of them
though would I be orphan
I guess my existence were not so dismal
Yo tengo el mi fierro por disparar.
I writing email to american situationist
his nickname is rasputin
I saying him, that I am situationist
and I am recently became persona non-grata
and I better die than
land in loony-bin
need your aid.
he answers with a link about a war in Irak
my solar plexus clenchs tight
Puta yo no necesita usted!
Esta mi maniera,
Caminando por la calles,
Listo para morir,
Esta mi vida es terminada.
*****
Friedrichshain- urban district in Berlin
Sie klaute banane, Nutte!- she stole a banan, Whore!(german)
schweine backe- pig's **** (german)
(thank you Alessandro P. for lesson in spanish)
Esta es mi vida. This is my life.
Caminando por la calles. Walk on the streets
Yo tener enemigos en todos el mundo.I have enemies allover the world
Esta mi vida es afuera un campos de batalla.This is my life outside for the battlefield
El mundo es maravilloso The world is beautiful
Politico de mierda que gobierna el pais. Politic in this land is merde
Yo tengo el mi fierro por disparar. I have my iron for shooting
Puta yo no necesita usted. Bitch, I dont need you
Esta mi maniera,
Caminando por la calles,
Listo para morir,
Esta mi vida es terminada:
this is my attitude
walking through the streets
to search for death
my life is finished
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 5:18 PM UTC
*** ( )))
/( )\
/\
( bent outta shape )
••
REAL QUESTION
--
would having *** with a SHEEPLE
make you guilty
of the sin of
********** ?
/: /
If so
Since most of us don't stand up
against
TYRANNICAL , CHILD KILLING AMERIKKKA
We are SHEEPLE !
and if having *** with
SHEEPLE
Is
***********
is it any wonder that our
Dalliances
Aren't blessed by god ?
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 8:31 PM UTC
scent towers oh thy lowers perfumeth of a four legged
hoof creature, from which thy parents descended
to mate with a mare, thy head and structure fully
capable of aiming the arrow, thy patronage
either Zeus- for me the better example maybe, horse,
whatever- speaks of ********** There I draw the line.
I shall never google that. Give me tall, hot,
and wet woman on woman.
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 3:10 PM UTC
I'm the ***** with the addictive personality
And erratic mentality
Constantly escaping reality
Causing my ****** up morality
I feel like an animal; you've committed **********
Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 3:35 AM UTC
Pressed hard against warm flesh in the barely illuminated darkness guesstimating the blessings of your fresh mess, I ingest the best and leave the rest unstressed. Soft caresses underneath the dress bring visions of ancestral ****** in jest. My accentuated ******* bereft of the simplest zesty scents leave jesters lamenting about the repressed nexus of flexing wreckers. Flickering trestles rustle as the mesh lays lifeless after undress and the pressures of the rescuers sheds ravenous blushers rushing and undulating such as plush calves do. Fissures, wet, impress impresarios investing in resting besties and ********** lechers; a pitcher, ditched by the rich, flashes in the marsh stressing the finches and leaching petroleum onto the beaches. I reach for another peach and beseech the mashed potatoes makers, “just take a rest” –
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 5:08 PM UTC
*oh yeah... and i just spotted a crow pecking a pigeon's ***** with a pecker the size of an elephant's trunk... give it a 100,000 years and you'll see a new species... like that saying: when pigs grow wings.*
because the current theory of darwinism teaches
us we interbred with lesser species
and justifies ********** -
the dualism is horrid, i prefer parallelism -
parallelism and our own individual lives,
rather than mediating two extremes...
and indeed i prefer to think we were uniquely
classified from the start... but i guess there's
a fetish going around the joke about the welsh,
sheep and cliffs... i want to ask you:
when did **** insapiens emerge, or rather,
when did he actually manage to integrate
into our species with such subtleness
that we actually proclaimed some men mad
when they weren't, and assured ourselves
that some mad men were actually sane?
how to decipher this conundrum?
he did so... bringing us *** and other presents...
and indeed his identity will never be known;
indeed, who is this unhygienic brat?
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 8:24 PM UTC
i watch obsenity,
lascivious acts,
looking for normality,
the spoted back, the traps
are everiwhere, and
*** is inspiring, i aspire to
normality, an afective life
healing mi heart, and accept
the ********** of relations, and feel
normal, all live'd theyr lives,
mine was stolen, for some creep old *******
just the need, of feeling normal, accept the pain
as a normal man, or trie to feel as one,
is the gold of watching *** on the phone net,
the search of normality, despice the eyes y adore
and the highnes of loving someone, up there,
and every once a year or so, there is this look
in front of me, loving me in secret, understanding,
silent and sweet, all the rest if stupidity, and wounds
of a child arrased for the creeps, and their need of posses
someone, they don't understand, or love, is just obsession.
even so, the spots in my back, are clean,
my sanity too, so sometimes watching ****
is just looking for normality, and wash away the pain,
of carry the creep in my ears. still inside my ears,
talking to me, and never letting go.
as whympy woman, or a souless creep,
but never get to me, **** in the window,
remainds me, how creepy and stupid they are.
and me, i m feeling more normal every day,
my heart is operative, and ready to live, dispise
the creep. i am a free man, alive and clean,
my soul is good, my heart is pumping, and i am,
very normal and ***** indeed.
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 3:22 AM UTC
*talk of bilingualism in the anglophone realm of talk of bisexuality, is almost the same, as talk of polymath within the context of incorporating ********** for the asylum number of sexes in the current trans- discussion; how about i **** a goat?*
who's to study language, seriously?
poets?
philosophers?
"english" teachers?
polymaths?
or simply bilinguals?
i'm sitting on my windwosill
imitating serpent,
huh?
yep, scratching off my tobacco
soaked skin from my fingers...
and then applying some cream
to hide the dehydration...
let's keep it socially constructive,
and call to mind bilingual in terms
of latin: (a) with diacritical markers
and (b) plain dolly english, i.e. with none...
still, thank god for the hand-cream,
i'd be scratching my hands to get
rid off the excess skin for hours on ends,
esp. the rolling-tobacco stains on
the index, middle and thumb fingers...
could be worse, could be
a serial killer from the film seven
having to discard my finger-prints by
applying them to an excess of
rubbing material...
get them all flat and lonely...
and i know the pity people convene
on when reading a work of fiction...
that odd poetic moment
located in a single sentence, or two...
as with poets, who think they wrote
something "profound", when in fact
they were looking for a novel,
for the sake of volume, or weight...
before you call me, i'll call myself
a pretentious brat...
no shame in that...
you call me a **** i'll be like:
do you have a clint eastwood
cut-out from where eagles dare?
for some reason i feel like acting
out 30 minutes' worth of goebbels;
oh no, i'm not a **** sympathißer,
i'm an indiana jones sympathißer,
who was a sympathißer of nazis for
a "lack" of a better narrative.
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 8:38 AM UTC
Alexander K Opicho
(Eldoret, Kenya;[email protected])
Do you know apex of danger
In your life and even mine
The most dangerous animal
On earth in and without the zoo
In the entire world of humanity and **********
That can lacerate you shreds of carcass
And to which you are totally defenseless
This animal is a friend
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 10:43 AM UTC
To indulge in the material essence of existence is merely
an unprecedented irregulation of decency in societal morality,
Amongst such atrocities...
as encumbering other souls with the repercussions of one's indulgence in humanities frailty.
Two spirits, two fragments each constructing two individuals intertwine in a symphony sung by emotion, composed by intuition to establish a harmonious equilibrium,
have their bond lacerated deeply by the Monarch of Anarchy,
the essence of desperation as well as destruction of such constructs,
envy.
Is such **********
as the likes of pure instinct for survival and thrift
the culprit behind
why we envy?
Is it not a moral felony to practice such anti-altruistic politics,
against our own kin, even brethren?
Or is it the sole reason that by those who envy,
ambition is also ensnared, engraved in their hearts?
Indulgence in any principle is far from pure,
as all can be connected into a single sin,
cycling back to indulgence herself.
So why,
Why does envy,
Entertain such diversity as opposed to others of its nature?
Apr 26, 2021
Apr 26, 2021 at 5:01 PM UTC
Lexical littorals illiterate foal
Talus and cirque shore and shoal
Iconoclast anarchy vortex knoll
****** matrix vertex peak
Semantic regalia flux and seek
Torrid allusions own and keep
Dichotomy paradox surge and swell
Primordial integumence purge and fell
Contiguity confluence dirge and knell
Reliquiae requiem show and tell
Accession assertion deliberative need
Transcendent ascension expiate seed
Subordinate ancillary exigency deed
Subliminal subjunctive sensorium seethe
Uxorious usury detinue blithe
Contiguous currency decimate tithe
Tractive proximity critical lithe
Delusory phantasm futurity kithe
Alacritous tactile acuity interstice
Accidence ambience resonance quipy pith
Scenario synopsis resilience gist
Endergonic protensive progressiveness rift
Prestissimo preterite retroactive gift
Poignant puissance piquant myth
Fable fantasticate legend list
Preternatural gesticulate proclivity pith
Propensity assimilate diabolical mist
********** fornicate zooidal kist
Parenthetical erudite erumpence fist
Quiescent gossamer lecherous wrist
Militant mercenary actuator aorist
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 7:07 PM UTC
In the Army
sitting at the smoke point (a picnic table near the Water Buffalo)
all of us enjoying the pure Fraternity
of men and women now
who are Soldiers
a female Soldier ( not a girl to me)
began to tell
a classic tale
of Love Lust
**********
The police went to this guys house (for some reason I can't remember. It must have been a good one?)
and they found him
******* his dog
they arrested him
of course
But...
When the DA went to charge him he found
that ********** was not, Technically, a crime
in that locality
So, the Judge reluctantly released him
and was forced, by equal application of the law
to return to the man his confiscated Property
Gasp
they gave him back his dog?
I chimed in with a gleefull prescience of the next 4 seconds
maaan
They Really ******* the Pooch on that one
Now I believe that you can see
with that perfect 20/20 backward vision
the way we all laughed together
men and women, each so Individually different,
Brothers from the same Mother
[ ]
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 4:14 PM UTC