"bezerk" poems
it’s crazy how superstition works
any belief, sometimes even religion
can make you go completely bezerk
it’s 23.10hrs in the night
i’m lying here and thinking
it’s really, nearly time
ironic how I write this
for my mother always told me
*it'll only come true
if you keep it a secret*
but,
I just have to write this
and pray that you see it
It’s 23.11 in the depths of the night
I wish you were here.
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 6:03 PM UTC
Demonic possession is what it feels like sometimes,
The way I spit words out and they just happen to rhyme
I sit and think sometimes, about what I wanna write
But then it never comes to me , avoids me it stays outta sight and I
Don't know why I'm writing this, I'm sure I'll find a message
To send across the void that is this world and then the rest will
All make sense, no pretence, nor any pretext
That I'm using just busting words before I forget
I gotta add a little something about what happened today
I got my ****** grade from chemistry it was no A
Just a D, and I was worried but my Father doesn't care
I'm no good at Chemistry, he knows that it ain't fair
It's all about experimentation and adapting
To the strengths and weaknesses that make you a masterpiece happening
This world is full of unique people and you are another one too
So you gotta put your head down, do what you gotta do
I would like to make an announcement, before it leaves my mind
To clear up some other **** that I left behind
Me and Georgia now, you know her? I wrote a lot
About how much I hated her, how I wanted to rot
Yeah, we're good now, so please do not look back
On my works, when I went bezerk and launched a stupid internet attack
Some of it was my fault, and I've come to terms with it
We good now, it's okay, so please don't read that ****
I'm sitting here on my bed, not knowing what I'm about to write
Just knowing that I need another way to pass the night
So I spit fire, I'll retire, maybe right about now
Have a good day or night, my friends, be careful when you go out
<3
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 5:35 AM UTC
A grey and rainy day
A day to wash away the pain
Clean the slate before fate decides
The pain is here to stay
A person to specialise in fixing my problems
When I myself have trouble trying to solve them
A psychologist for someone as messed up as me
Can they really fix it?
Well I guess we'll see
I got so much anger
Yeah it's balled up deep within
Massages don't do **** for me
It's deeper than the muscles under my skin
It's all up in my mind
And a part of my anatomy
Can you really fix my anger
When it's coded in my chemistry?
I'm not too sure
But I really hope it works
Because if it doesn't I'll probably collapse
Either that or go bezerk
Down the other alley
Is a depression so deep
You can almost taste the water when
You're drowning in your sleep
But asleep or dead
I know it's all up in my head
Every problem can be solved with time
Rather than force the end
The problem with me is
Whilst I can write
Talking to others about my problems
Is probably my hardest fight
So hopefully I work well
With my new psychologist
And hopefully she doesn't become
An anger antagonist
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 11:28 PM UTC
as i sit here wondering what could be wrote
on dayz like trees sometimes i need a ****
of the chronic and ill tell you no ****
but ill go bezerk if the ***** didnt save me a hit.
cause thats just ****** and i wont lie,
scandelous hos and scandelous jive.
now time to move on to my main event
had to cop a new bag last one was spent.
ppl always ask cause they wanna know,
why i only smoke **** and **** the blo?
thats easy to answer yes indeed, cause i wrote all this **** high on ****
you could get cracked out or even take a trip,
your flies off a bridge and does a flip.
not me , i was smart enough to get high at home you see .
i cant remember where this is going, could someone tell me? lol enjoy.
Oct 18, 2013
Oct 18, 2013 at 11:03 PM UTC
Imagine
The starving cries
Of those who will surely die
Hollow stomachs left unsatisfied
Imagine
The soldier who fights on
Remains strong
Until he passes his final breath
Safe within the embrace of death
Imagine
The kids on the street
Heads hung low in defeat
As they struggle to eat and sleep
Imagine
The slaves that work
Who just want to go bezerk
But haven't the energy after slaving in the desert
Imagine
A happier world, a better place
Where it isn't shameful to be of the human race
Where our own species isn't cast away in disgrace
Imagine
A place where freedom isn't longed for,
But had.
Imagine orphans no longer being orphans
Safe with their mum and their dad
Imagine
A world where our mistakes are erased
A world where we have a clean slate
A fresh start, served on a silver plate
Where greed and obsession never decided your fate.
Imagine a world where everyone belonged
Imagine a world where no-one had been wronged
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 1:54 AM UTC
I get told to let it go
But I try and just don't know
If it's possible to let things lie
As still as a man willing to die
I've tried before; it didn't work
Instead of peace I went bezerk
All my efforts, meant a total of nothing
And this pain is why I sing
I don't know if I'll be okay
I don't know if I'll be alright
Maybe, someday,
But tonight things are the same
It hasn't changed
It hasn't changed, I will not lie
When you ask for news I will not deny
The truth, the facts, the whole **** case
That at times I wish I was erased
When I get put down I get back up
This vicious cycle never stops
I've tried to break this bonding chain
But I wouldn't sing were it not for pain
I don't know if I'll be okay
I don't know if I'll be alright
Maybe, someday,
But tonight things are the same
And it hasn't changed!
Will it ever change?
It hasn't changed!
Will it ever change?
Because it's boring when this pain
Stays the same
Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 9:42 PM UTC
Empty shells
Filled with hurt
I load them all
And go bezerk
Hold the revolver
To my head
How much pain
Until I'm dead?
Every day
I reload
This empty shells
I unload
Listen to them click
To the floor
Wondering if I
Can take it anymore!
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 5:05 AM UTC
I look down at my arms
All I see is scars
A mistake I made
When Nightmares wouldn't pass
That's my self-critic
He's called Nightmare
And he says that I'm worthless
Whispering to me **** that ain't fair
And sometimes I can't help it
I listen
And I watch the blood flow
In the dull light it glistens
And I see it, picture it
Before it even happens
Then I grab up my razor or knife
And all I feel is nothing
Blood flows,
Time slows
And in my rage
I let Nightmare be my boss
I go to work
So mad, furious and bezerk
Spiralling me, turning me
Into the Nightmare that is me
A part that I hate
He's so ******* hard on this
This soul that only wanted to
Make others smile by pulling the ****
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 5:04 AM UTC
Bruises for my troubles
And troubles give me bruises
Classification is big at High School
And they've stuck me with the losers
Sniggering and sly talk
Like I learnt to read lips a while ago
So don't clap at the top of that mountain
And try to blind me with all that snow
They believe I'm a chained bull
They can **** me into anger
But this ****
Is
Going
Down
And you think you know me, but I'm a stranger
Weren't you told as a kid
To not talk with whom you know not?
I'm allowed to fight back now
So
Run
Before
I
Watch
Your
Corpse
Rot
Honestly
My father said if words don't work
Just knock 'em one
But stop short of going bezerk
He doesn't wanna pay what they'll need if I stick them
In
A
Wheelchair...
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 10:13 PM UTC
I can do with you as I please you are a puppet and your emotions are the strings. I can speak just the word she. Yes she the word that sends you into that questioning state. You don’t trust him is all I pour into your mind. As I think to myself yes the show has begun… he walks through that door and then you snap who is she you scream you’re way to drunk on jealousy to let him speak. He stares at you like he’s never seen you before. Why are you here are the only words that leave his mouth. You stare at him in amazement not knowing what to say. I know exactly what to do I tug on another string and your rage starts to flare up and you ask again who is she and he answers calmly, “my wife”. You start to rant off telling him how you two were supposed to get married and he says it’s time for you to leave and then he speaks the words that make you shatter… you were nothing but an ongoing fling. I hear that and tug the string of hatred and you go bezerk and finally pulled out the gun you aim it at his head and he says what are you doing sweetie don’t do anything irrational or something you’ll regret. He looks panicked as he tries to calm you down. Then he says I thought you were going to be my perfect little secret my wonderful dream. And all you say is well sweetheart I’m a nightmare dressed like a daydream. And pull the trigger as you collapse to the floor out of exhaustion. I was there to pick up the pieces and put you back together into a wonderful pawn in my game of chess we call your life….
Sincerely,
Your ***** Little Secret
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC
it’s crazy how superstition works
any belief, sometimes even religion
can make you go completely bezerk
it’s 23.10hrs in the night
i’m lying here and thinking
it’s really, nearly time
ironic how I write this
for my mother always told me
it'll only come true
if you keep it a secret
but,
I just have to write this
and pray that you see it
It’s 23.11 in the depths of the night
I wish you were here.
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 11:49 AM UTC
There was once this girl
Who met a guy
Who shook her world
From left to right
Little did she know of the impact
Of the drug she allowed into her life
She started to use,
Never wanting to stop.
The addiction got so bad
That soon- he became the only thing she knew.
The touch of his fingers on her body,
His breath on her skin,
It awoken feelings inside she didn't quite understood.
But she kept on using,
Because it felt oh, so good.
Then one day that drug ran out
And she went bezerk.
She became so lost,
That she didn't recognize herself.
Oh, how she craved him.
Oh, how she longed.
Never in her life
Had she cried that much.
She tried to recover on her own-
Refused to go to rehab,
Because maybe he'll come back,
At least then she could use again.
Months went by
And still she cried.
Tired of being broken and lost
"Could someone please help me, could someone just..."
It got so bad that when she looked at herself
She'd drown in those two deep oceans of blue.
Only then did she realize that she was never the one using,
But the one being used..
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 4:45 PM UTC
I love it when you hold me tight
I love it when you get a firm grip on me
I love it when kiss me with intense passion
I love it when you rip my lingerie apart
I love it when you spread my legs and taste my sweet nectar with great intent and purpose...
...i love how you take your time while doing that
I love it how you pay attention to every inch of body
From head to toe
Hips to lips
Eyes to thighs
Nothing is ignored
I love it when you make my hormones go bezerk
I love it when you take me to that state of trance
I love how you make my entire body,mind and soul burn with desire
I love it when you blow my mind with your powerful thrusts
I love it when you pound my pleasure walls
I love it how you caress my *******
I love it when you make me feel sensations i've never felt before
I love it how each and every day how you make me want you more
I love how during winters we keep swimming in a sea of blankets
I love how i get to wake up to your sweet face
I love it when we watch sunsets together
I love it when we dance in the rains
I love how you pleasantly surprise me every now and then
I love that you are patient with me
I love that you are honest with me
I love how i can talk with you for hours about anything
I love it when you remember birthdays and anniversaries
I love that you never give up
I love that you are resilient in the face of adversity
I love how you've always got a smile on your face
I love how you motivate me
I love that you take care of me
And let me take care of you
Darling i'm half a body without your embrace
Thank you for being always being there for me
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 9:56 AM UTC