"bloodsuckers" poems
Some People Are ... EVIL ... !!!
Some People Are ... Nice ...
Some People Believe ...
In The Lies They Contrive ...
Black People ... White People ...
Yes ALL TYPES of People ... !!!
Don't Think You're EXEMPT Most People Tell Lies ... !!!
Some People Want TRUTH These People Are Wise ...
These Are The People Who Use Their ... 3rd Eye ...
I'm Sick of These People Whose Lives Are Contrived ...
Like Poets Who Act Like Their Words Breed Insight ...
MAN These Are The People Who Lead A ... FAKE Life ... !!!
Because They Can't Deal With ... What's REALLY INSIDE ...
INSIDE of Their Minds ... INSIDE of Their Hearts ...
See These Are The People Who Fall At The Start ... !!!!!!!!
They STAND By Their PRIDE ...
But Pride We All Know Comes Before A FALL ... !!!
How Many of You Folks Are Playing That Role ... !???!
Let's Go Toe To Toe And See What You Know ...
Because I GUARANTEE ... You'll Be A NO SHOW ... !!!
See They ... Like To Deride ...
Their Comments Are Snide ... !!!
MAN These Are The People I CANNOT ABIDE ... !!!!!!!!
They TALK A Good Game But Have NO **** SHAME ... !!!!!
Because These Are The People Who DON'T Deal With Pain ...
They Pass YOU The Rope ...
And Then Say ... " TAKE THE STRAIN " ... !!!
See These Are The People Who Need Their Blood DRAINED ... !!!
They ARE The Bloodsuckers Who STEAL From The Sane ... !!!
They TALK About TRUTH But Soon HIT The Roof ... !!!
When Truth Is Thrown At Them They're QUICK To ABUSE ... !!!
"I'll issue court action, I want a Retraction !" ...
Well Here Is My View ...
These People Are FOOLS ....
Who've Got Some Screws LOOSE !!!!!
Deal With YOUR ISSUES I've Been In Courtrooms ...
Don't EVER ASSUME I'm An IGNORANT **** ... !!!!!!
This ISN'T ... Pulp Fiction ... !!!
Don't Think I'm ... The Shepherd ...
I'm NOT Samuel Jackson I'm Ready For Action ... !!!
You Will Be Collapsing When I Start Reacting ... !!!
Don't EVER Presume I'm Into ... Play Acting ... !!!
I'll Leave That To You And Your Idiot Crew ... !!!
Cos' These Are The People Who Don't Give You Clues ...
Cos These Are The People Who Simply Aren't TRUE ... !!!
They Like Their Doors OPEN ...
So They Can Walk Through ...
MAN These Are The People ...
Who Walk In ... DEAD SHOES ... !!!
Now I'm NOT Making Threats ... !!!
But On THIS ... You Can Bet ... !!!
Messing With Me ...
Means You're Messing With DEATH ... !!!
Cos' I'm Ready And Willing To Take Your LAST Breath ...
Cos' People Like You Are ... Humanity's DREGS ... !!!!!
But Enough About THEM ... Society's Phlegm ... !!!!!!!!!!!!
Some People ARE NICE These People I Like ... !!!
Cos' Some of These People Do Use The Mic RIGHT ... !!!!!
They Talk About Things That Affect Peoples' Lives ...
Without EVER Thinking Their Wordplay ... DELIGHTS ...
These People Are Humble And SHUN Foolish Pride ... !!!
Cos' These Are The People ... Who Look DEEP INSIDE ...
INSIDE of THEMSELVES And Find Love of The SELF ...
Cos' Love of The Self Can Preserve Mental Health ...
And Help You To Deal With ... DUD Cards You Get Dealt ... !!!!!
These Words Are ........ HEARTFELT ........ !!!
Good People DO HELP ...
WITHOUT EVER Thinking of Helping THEMSELVES ... !!!
Good People Are VITAL For Human Survival ... !!!!
This Is Now The Reason I Do These Recitals ...
I'm Trying To Put .....
Something GOOD In The CYCLE ... !!!
The ... Cycle of Life .....
That Has MANY Good People ... !!!
But TOO MANY People Are Now Doing EVIL ... !!!!!!
Which Is Why I'm Relating My Views About ...........
......... " People " .........
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 4:31 PM UTC
Try to be strong as your world crumbles
Try to be strong when no one cares about you anymore
You don’t have anything they want
Try to be strong because they decided you are a waste of time
Try to hang on to your sanity when nothing is going you way
Turn your depression into anger when the few remaining bloodsuckers want what is left of you.
Make them never forget you.
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 12:24 PM UTC
there are no sheep.
just wolves with
sheepish tendencies,
each boasting the
ability to bite.
-
rust falls in
dusty flakes
only to make
room for new.
paint chips.
wilted petals.
baby teeth.
expelled
replaced
by something
bigger and better.
when there's
only room for
the one of 'em.
a mushroom doesn't grow
on top of another mushroom
but next to it.
quiet now.
just the cold caress
of the breeze left.
no more salty
sweat or tears.
rustfree, scratchproof.
temporarily titanium.
until
an agonizing internal groan
like industrial sabotage
of factory machinery.
gears grind and steam moans.
everything jerks to a halt.
the mechanic is a cannibal.
they're all bloodsuckers really.
no noble stairs around here anymore.
just elevators, that only lift you up
when they get to come along.
not like stairs at all.
Apr 12, 2010
Apr 12, 2010 at 5:38 AM UTC
Leaches and bloodsuckers all!
Parasites to our hearts and minds,
diseased by location encircling a waterhole.
I’m done with this, gone to future dreams overdue for life,
shedding years of hopeless frustration
as others wallow in their ignorance.
Sickness deepen as their pool thickens.
New life drains away
running for its existence toward light and hope.
Leaches and bloodsuckers all!
They drain us of lifeblood and energy.
One more waterhole and gene pool;
a cycle without end and death to all who stay.
Aug 21, 2012
Aug 21, 2012 at 9:27 PM UTC
Hello in there little valley,
Would you have been a girl or a son?
**** you out wired before you become
a little mighty beloved someone.
Perhaps we have too much power,
She agonized for hours paying forward her own pain,
Our conviction was defeated
***** smoky dripping fire.
The ride home she sat paralyzed,
Puffing *** popping energy shots.
I promised I one day would take her to the city,
We're married and here we don't even notice,
No red river valley no, no freethought forethought can be seen,
The air smells of bloodsuckers and conceptual difficulty.
We go back to southern country,
Cuddle upset goodnight,
I fondled her lace pajamas,
Got the both of us feeling right.
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 3:46 PM UTC
I watched you from afar,
knowing,
knowing about my curse,
I am forever married
to the other demons of the night.
I fight my urge,
the urge to
**** your life from you,
to make you all mine,
my slave
for my own personal delight,
forever.
You are so fine,
the prettiest specimen of womanhood
my eyes have ever seen,
you set my cold heart on fire.
To rob the world of such beauty,
such poetry in motion
for selfish reasons,
would be dire,
bring dishonor
to our entire league,
our league of
hnorable bloodsuckers.
It's just my luck,
to fall in love
with such a cutie,
makes me hungrier,
lust for you more.
O darling!
Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 10:35 PM UTC
The bloodsuckers of the night
Invaded my abode
And with their unsterilized pipe
Draw my blood
******* the life
Out of my viens
Injecting death
Into the stream
And in my pain
I fight back
Taaah! A clap, a slap
But it ends in my pain
For the invaders escaped
Making a mockery of my counter-attack
In the dark
Upon the couch
When my head
Her rest do seek
Then came their scout
And huuuummmm goes my drum
This is worst than a bite
For insomnia do invite
Another alien to my home
So with teary eyes
And shivering bones
With lost appetite
And a sour taste in my mouth
A body feeble and frail
Went I to see a doctor
In the heat of my body
Hot like a dozen furnaces
Went I to the clinic
But my testimony was not enough
To convince the doctor
That the invaders have left a stranger
In my blood stream
A parasite feeding on my life
So the lab man I must see
For the foreigner must be identified
Home I went and back I came
To see the doctor
But I have thought what to do
To these foreigners
Both the invaders and the aliens
For my health and my rest
Are worth more than gold
And now sitting before the doctor
Wandering what they must have found
Hoping it’s not going to be grave
“Malaria parasite”
Malaria?!
“Yes malaria” the invaders left it in your blood stream
Home I went from the doctor
Armed with arthemether, lumefatrin and paracetamol
To fight this war
Raging in my world
Still I wonder
What do I do?
To end it all
Once and for all
For the invaders
Still hide within my walls
In my wardrobe and in my clothes
Under my bed and in the closet
In water left uncovered
And the ***** pool outside my home
In the gutters and uncut lawn
They seem to be everywhere
The “wipers” could not **** them
They seem to make them strong
For everytime they bounced back
More angry and fierce
No! one more pain, one more bite
And my senses returned
I have heard of ITN
Insecticide Treated Net
Convinced I was of just one try
At last I found my warrior
To defeat these aliens and invaders of my world
Oh! How I love this net….
Gleefully I crawl under the net
To take my sweet beautiful rest
And no more of these alien care
And my war against mosquito won
And malaria defeated from the source
Prevention and better than cure.
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 10:03 PM UTC
Each morning I tune into my mirror,
watch
as life gets old.
And I wonder if anyone ever did it better to this point.
Handled it with more strength or integrity.
If I'm the worst or the best,
or the grey or the barnacle suckling the grey.
Each morning while stuck in traffic,
I ask
if anyone else sees the same circle ****
the masochism of the daily grind sign-up sheet
covered with signatures,
if all the bloodsuckers,
lions, and pallbearers
have any knowledge or drive of another direction.
Each night I accuse a different soul of a heinous lie.
Certainly,
somebody is responsible for the routine, the chasm,
the symphony of silent screams, fired in the name of
a lesser meaning.
Dec 10, 2010
Dec 10, 2010 at 12:14 PM UTC
You are encased in your world of flower;
Whilst I suffer in the pit below
that wolf at the door is me.
He is the leader of my pack
and when he howls others follow in tick tack
tight formation, his howl has rendered cowards
to fits of madness, coward!
I am that too he says? hahaha!
A fit of vortex light burning brightly over there, you fool!
Screams the wolf,
'you do not know the box you have opened!'
'I do!'
I have opened the post it says sickness and fit,
a spice awakening in Sheffield, and not just the drugs
not working in Manchester,
as Ashcroft once sang banging his shoulders
into every passer by, why? For the hell of it,
take no prisoners, proper Manc wolf style.
And I will burn your souls with words, O burn those bridges burn;
I will crush you with every click of the typewriter
you seek to burn me, call me drunk and ****** and fool,
I forget you! ha! Neit papa! Neit Mama!
Da Christopher! I have made such art and wonders
so see I am not to be taken lightly.
I have danced with death, not once but twice
and lived to tell the tale, captured foes forever
their grimaces frozen in time.
In the dead of night when I have no desire
for both shallow words and drunken wounds and late night calling-
your 'fatal fallacies'
I will burn these images and all the old
word scribbled in spider handwriting
by me that eldest poet, and soul.
That fire shall bring solace.
I hate you, as much as I hate myself;
forever smoking in the corner
and laughing at deaths wings,
as it winks at me underneath
cloaked eyes of shallow indifference -
Off with you and your 'perfect' life too.
Bitter wolf blinks, and cannot sleep,
Oh look how I am red and rendered, insomnia
red eyed and twitching, shocks all over sighs the poet,
Never call me again, drunken witches. Vampires
and bloodsuckers.
Alive still and struggling against the call
of it. Defiantly myself, whilst others crawl
to the windowpane of the widows to cradle the light.
I am encased in darkness, and search for my window-
fools allay me from my path, winding, twisting to
love.
I am burning. This fire it will not cease, this is
the end. My first friend, thrown to the fire,
her fate is sealed, she is undoubtedly married.
My pack is pleased, and giggle in the night,
drunk on the strength of passion! and *****
ACC WOO AGH
Nein Nein Nein
Neit! Da! Da!
I grin through bared teeth,
Always gnashing and grinding.
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 9:27 PM UTC
They're everywhere these days
& nights,
I’ve seen them
in the coffee shops,
at the grocery, reading
down at library,
even hanging out on the pier with the rats.
They’re constantly watching,
waiting & moving
in and out
of the shadows,
in broad daylight,
dying,
fighting for you.
They are the new age bloodsuckers,
so beautiful, so handsome,
with their lily-white smiles
& million dollars tastes,
stealing your soul,
taking you down
to perdition.
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 11:16 AM UTC
If I knew
Things would improve
I would build sandcastles
If I knew
You needed me
I'd be a mat at your front door
What is in store for
Me and
You?
I cannot
See through my window
Clear glass made hazy with
Years of shallow breath
Rusted closed? no-
Bolted shut!
If I knew
My light still cast
Neon glow through the pane
If I knew
Mosquito lantern
Was my second name
Then I would catch
All those tiny bloodsuckers
And I would put them in jars
To keep in my pockets
Never to be
Alone again
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 8:54 PM UTC
Waiting Waiting..........
Always WAITING.... !!!
After A While...
Becomes FRUSTRATING... !!!!!
Like Waiting For A Train...
That’s Gonna Make You LATE... !!!
Because It’s Been............. DELAYED...
Or... Waiting For The Day...
When Girlies Play STRAIGHT...
Instead of... Playing Games...
When It Comes To Getting Laid... !!!!
Ya See Waiting Is A Game...
That ISN’T Fun To Play... !!!
If What You’re Waiting For...
DOESN'T Guarantee Rewards... !!!
Like Music From Producers...
Who Have ALL The Excuses...
For Why It Takes SO LONG...
For Them To Finish Songs... !!!
To Me These Guys Act FUNNY...
When It Comes To Getting MONEY... !!!!!
“We need to be paid,
before we play a single note !
That’s it okay, no time to wait,
or for debate !
If you want your stuff,
to really sound tough !
Pay us up front,
and you’ll get what you want !”
That’s How It STARTS...
UNTIL Cash DEPARTS... !!!
But Then You're Left....
WAITING............................ ..
Waiting... WAITING.... !!!!!
And Then You're Left Stationed...
Unable To... “Move”... !!!!!
Just Like Black Nations....
... Requiring FOOD... !!!
STARVED of Information...
About Your Tunes... ?!?!?
Waiting Like SATAN...
With A Darkened Mood...
Because You Want CLOSURE.
Before Your Composure...
Gets Lost And Confused...
Because These Guys...
... AREN’T Telling You...
When Things Are FINALISED...
... Which Is NOT COOL.... !!!!!
Because INDUSTRY Types....
AREN’T Known For The Truth... !!!!!
Or For Doing What’s RIGHT... !!!
By Artists... Who....
Place TRUST In Them... !!!
These Industry Heads...
Who... Play The FOOL... !?!
But Walk Away PAID...
Even If Your Tunes...
Don’t Sell Or Get Played...
Like... Biebers' Do.... !!!!!
I Guess It’s Like Blacks...
Waiting For Reparations... !?!
Because Your Track’s...
Getting NO Rotation... !!!!
... ON Radio... ???
Or... In Your Own Home... !?!
It’s True.... White Folks...
Play The Same Old Role...
NO Getting Past GO...
Until THEY SAY SO.... !!!
Its The Same Old Story....
WITHOUT Denzel...
Or A Film Called... " Glory "... !!!
BIG WIGS Turn Tricks...
More Than They Make HITS... !!!
And The OTHERS Try To Smother...
By Pulling STROKES Like BUTTER...
When THEY TOO Are...
..... BLOODSUCKERS..... !!!
SICK ********** Type HUNTERS... !!!
Just Waiting For Young Prey...
To ABUSE While They Make HAY... !!!
They Say It’s Just A Game...
That You Have GOT TO PLAY... !!!
If You Want To GET PAID... !!!!
But... Waiting In Vain...
Holds Weight TODAY...
In... Different Ways...
To Bob Marley’s Day.... !!!
Or Maybe Just MAYBE... ?
Things Just WON'T Change....
It’s A STRAIN On The Brain...
For Those... " In The Game "...
Who Play It... STRAIGHT... !!!!!
From Those Who ENTERTAIN...
To Those WAITING For THAT TRAIN ... !!!!!
CONTEMPLATING At The Station...
WHY ON EARTH Am I STILL.....
...... “ Waiting “...... ???
Jun 9, 2021
Jun 9, 2021 at 1:20 AM UTC
its four,and i can't shut my eyes.
its the time everyone having sweetdreams,and i can't even have a nightmare...
its the middle of the night,
and i am at the corner of my room.
bloodsuckers to accompany me
they want my blood,
and i am an universal blood donor.
its four,and i can't sleep...
-zamir
Jun 9, 2017
Jun 9, 2017 at 9:17 PM UTC
I hate this attic I have become,
full of dusty things and second thoughts
getting good use of a ***** old trunk
it is my bed, flattened boards into a cot.
Inside are the rotten brain-cells
where I construct every bottled-up plan
pursed, then shattered on their shelf
blood on my cheeks, I blush for the man.
O, he pushes into my womb,
to be used as the deepest keeping place
and I will wither into the closet soon
the parasite inside me, I need a final case.
Wilt farther, I know I shall
as men, bloodsuckers, open my bowels.
Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 6:13 PM UTC
Poems too subtle,
For hideous morons taste,
Get a life moocher.
Oct 8, 2012
Oct 8, 2012 at 1:35 AM UTC
You are only because fire ( talks outside the normal wear that tears my love) is gorgeous
Elephants purr serpent glare
Bulls market moonlite misquoted
Earned love
(Without a thousand mental bandages) to cover the flood)
As a satellite
The way we became beasts
Taught to host our own destruction
Bloodsuckers vampsexy because nobody wants to be a referred to as
a tickworm or host them
“Its in our nature to destroy ourselves.
Or each other first."
I quote a long dead ***
Privy to #2 pencil techniques
A bit poison.
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 1:47 PM UTC
These bloodsuckers won’t touch my skin
Finding the liquid inside too thin.
If one wanders up in haste
They quickly discover a bitter taste
Left behind through direct intention
A wordless action beyond mention
Fingers stained a golden hue
A single victim, they fall in cue.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC
22%. take it or leave it
wanna car?
payback is on the 10th of every month
*** is this identity?
is this you man?
you look drawn with charcoal anger
black as sin, beady eyed.
go away
take the money
i'll come around on 9th
just to remind you to pay next day
now leave
customers are waiting.
these losers
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, 7 days ago
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC
if these fettered feathers will ever be better
reversed intent
i could gain back the
time i spent
sipping lime mint mojitos
getting bit by mosquitoes
bloodsuckers that be
feeding their egos
jeez, there we go
over the same routine, and you never get it
are you stupid or deaf?
im blinded by the minute -
my decisions a mess
living upset
given a nest
built on a ship
i perch and jump - just to flee this ****
diving at your purse, life's broke
but i take what i can from this *****
plus with a wide set hips and a bright sets of lips
i can't help my attraction
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 8:48 PM UTC
**Shame on you
For making my heart bleed
and shredding my ego
Shame on you
For fleeing from one so true
And making me oh so blue
Shame on you
I’ve been but a shadow
All these besotted years
In the eerie corridor
Of your yawning indifference
Weeping and waning before your disdain
Shame on you
It was never my crown that I wore
When my whole being was all sore
You were my grieving destination
And my putrid dream with a caption
That said I was a loser
Parading in a flamboyant cruiser
Shame on you
For killing the room with dead flowers
Spraying it with bugs that fell like confetti
Just so you’d see me squirm and groan
In the teeming smell of bloodsuckers
Shame on you
I thought I had the right theme for a life
Of surfeit from the largess of the love i thought we had
Shame on you
For poisoning a hope so vivid and alive
You made me beg for bitter morsels from your nightmares
Then ‘took the gap’ to a place where you’d be the story
and I'd be the hapless man who chased a rotten dream
Shame on you
You gave love a bad name**
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 4:50 PM UTC
There is a point in your life
Where you should focus on the immediate
Job Searches
401 Ks
Retirement plans
Everything that makes you ******* miserable
To think about in the least
But you will always have the id
The uncooperative
You will do the things you want to do
And you will hate yourself for it
You will play Rocket League
And you will watch **** and ********** insistently
Because your girlfriend is two states away
And everyone likes you
But they like the cardboard cutout
The mutant
The heretic
There is the real you
In all its whiskey soaked glory
Behaving
As Elliot said
As the wind behaves
There is no rhyme
Or reason
To happiness
It is a spent cigarette ****
A used ******
An empty beer bottle
It is whatever makes you forget
Let it detach you
Let it separate you
Breathe disgusting, choking clouds
Understand that
No matter how many people
Or how many organizations
Or how many missed strokes you have on the keys >/0-
Or how many publishing companies
Or corporate
******* bloodsuckers
Tell you how useless you are
You are a beautiful mixed bag
Something so complicated and implicit
That you can not be defined by a single term
Take pride in that
And **** everybody else
Leave all the bloated corpses by the wayside
Take vacations
Drink good *****
Play video games until the politicians
Consider you a threat
Stop considering everyone else
And consider
Just once
Yourself
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 9:32 PM UTC
Spilling blood in the dead of the nights
mind
is easy.
Getting caught is the hard part.
Hate carves a language
where you wilt in its acid tongue
Enemies invade when you least
want them to
reside in your best thought.
Parasites. Bloodsuckers.
Keep clean
the page you write your life on.
Go prepared with light
into the dark tunnel
where you love and hate.
Tomorrow
can be worse than today.
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 4:19 PM UTC
My city on the sea
Falling from the cliff
Crumbling from the fall
Of a non-existent cliff
just analogy
Creating a scene
of constant chaos
Leaving a women
walk the streets
Making the whole city
As herself
A **********
Abused and dissected
Pulled apart by color
Then manipulated
by some
Creating a child by
lust of other people
Bamboozling with presentations
Watched by lawyers
Given and controlled
by a narrative of sectionality
Hidden in a Trojan Horse
Dividing to conquer
Leaving the public
in a blinded desperation
Letting politicians
Rubber stamp the desires
of bloodsuckers
Branded in stone
To let the child grow
into refined women
Well spoken
Strong and in command
Leaving the weak and poor
In a corner
with the overtaxed and extorted
Only to leave
To let in the new
She continues to move forward
with her deportations
Picking from all
Excluding others
Creating a new diversity
To create new wealth
Only to be left
as her mother
the prostitute
Just to change the face
of a entire city
Unrecognizable to the deported
who carry the infection
Incurable from the city’s
distant past
May 18, 2021
May 18, 2021 at 1:53 PM UTC