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Yenson Aug 2018
Build me a slow boat to Timbuktu via China
Heave down a fleecy cloud and let me float to Nirvana
Hunt me a unicorn and let me ride to the Enchanted Forest
Find me a giant eagle and let it lift me to Outer Mongolia East

'please don't leave me here amongst demons with human faces'


Show me a Church and I'll show you a hall full of Sinners
Point out a wife and I'll reveal a liar and a fake and none dimer
Call a Doctor and its a Monster who betrayed the Hippocratics
That Government Boss is a cruel heinous snake without ethics

'please don't leave me here amongst demons with human faces'


See that Preacher and see a spineless hypocrite back-stabber
That lover was nothing but a sick deranged false **** twister
My dear acquaintance a heartless corrupted shyster unhinged
A Newsagent full of pitiless, gloomy, vile, psychotic joy-suckers

'please don't leave me here amongst demons with human faces'


That friend of years a bloodsucking Judas who betrayed and stole
Uncles who rained terror with sadistic pleasures in parts unwhole
Show me nieces and find two-faced ******* with poisons in veins
Neighborhoods full of silent killers and Rapists of truthful genes

'please don't me leave here amongst demons with human faces'


A vicars' daughter wielding angst axes better than a viking
The pathetic Moors zombies tearing flesh on masters beholding
The dead-eyed Arabs salivating madly or at daggers drawn
Contemptible Men-kids with pin ****** used as King's pawns

'please don't leave me here amongst demons with human faces'


Build me a cottage in rolling green fields with blue skies
Find me a fair maiden with a true heart and warming smiles
Show me a place that holds fairness and justice real and dear
A world with humanity we're all sisters and brothers for care

'please don't leave me here amongst demons with human faces'


copyright@LaurenceA.9th August2018
Ekym Reyotem Feb 2019
All too often the question is posed :
What has happened to all of the " Real Men"?
Do they even exist anymore, or have they succumbed to extinction?

And the answer is no. They are still very much alive, just fewer in numbers. These days, if you happen to come across one, chances are you will find him at what, from the outside, appears to be him at his worst. After having been so beaten down by life, that he hardly resembles a man any longer. (Or at least to what your un-natural opinion of a man resembles) This, as a result of standing up for what is decent, fair and moral. You know, being a "Man", while living in a world void of any morality. But do you know?

Do you really have the ability enough to be able to recognize some one for whom and what they really are? Where do your eyes stop when they peer at someone? Do they penetrate through the car window? Past the $20 hair cut? Can they keep going, beyond the glare of jewelry and through the named brand distractions of the accessorized apparel? And even then, past the last line of defense for this facade, the camouflage more commonly referred to as body art. Which, just like any other item one don's for a masquerade, it sole purpose is to distract others from the truth of what little substance lies underneath the skin.

Those aren't real men or in many cases women either. A tattoo, or any other equivalent of artificiality can never be as honest as a Scar can be.
An Emotional Scar does more damage than a superficial one. A wound speaks more of the individual who bears it. Who's suffered the pain which came with it and who is constantly reminded by it. That is what true sense is derived from, Lessons.

However, when it comes to the moral Man's personality,
the world today & the people in it tend to push these types of individuals into corners. These types of "personalities" suffer to hold on to their integrity and pay terrible prices in order to do so. They sacrifice their security, their psychological state of mind & their physical personal comfort for it. And living in this world, for them, is like torture. So many have had the things and the people they fought for, loved and held dear, snatched away from them, just because they do, not what is easy & popular, but what is right. And these days, the difference between those three are worlds apart.

The lethargic effortlessness of life has made men like me, obsolete and replaced us with the self-serving Narcissist. No longer Gods creation  but a new creation of the self. Void of any empathy, understanding, sympathy or human emotion. Synthetic, and machine like, a Frankenstein incarnate. Look around out there and if you have eyes to see with, you will see that humanity has traded who they were born to be, for what is in fashion to be. They have given up the now elusive spirit of the human heart, for the abundant trend of the human ego. Take a closer look, it is like "The Walking Dead" out there. Mindless, heartless, merciless dead things, only doing for them selves. Consuming whatever they can, how ever they can & who ever they can, in order to stay well supplied and well hidden among'st the rest of us. Lying in wait to ambush us, victimizing us, selling us out, draining us like Vampires.
Men and Women like myself, start to feel as though we are the last human beings on earth, being hunted by these consumers. Always weary and uncomfortable. Going through life trying desperately to hold on to that which is real within us, so that decency does not vanish from our lives, by being chewed up and swallowed whole by a dead eyed world gone mad.

A horrible existence. This way of living/surviving is completely unnatural & brings with it a new type of loneliness & attached to that is the worst kind of hopelessness. A dangerous state to be in if one does not keep his wit's about him. And have the given sense enough to know, that If it were not for a God in heaven, there would be no hope at all. No reason to suffer un-popularity or ostracism. No reason to do what is right, over what is convenient . No reason to not just give in to the temptation of an easy life. A life where all that matters is numero-uno. Where everything else and everyone else is just secondary.

I would rather be alone & miserable for the rest of my life, than to be a self-centered, backstabbing, bloodsucking son of a b¡tch like the rest of you out there.

Now, getting back to these "Men" that so many our Women are attracted to. The men that keep letting you down time and time again. The ones who's possessions make them look like they are worth something, whom you so easily swoon over like some kind of hypnotized harlot. My dear sister, eventually those things get stripped away. Either by time or the trial's of life. And then what you are left left with is whatever pathetic thing was hiding underneath.

And that is what you get, for being led by your eye's, your hands, your ears and your selfish little minds.You listen to & are led by, every other part of your body except your heart, which is the Apex O r g a n over all others. Which has been given charge and authority, by The Creator himself over all of those other things you are always so quick to bow down to. And that is a d a m n e d shame. And that is your d a m n e d shame. And it is no one else's fault but your own.

You want to see a mans character or a woman's? Then look for their Scars. They will tell you what kind of survivor they really are. The kind that is self reliant or the kind that feeds off of the flesh of his brother or his sister to survive. The opportunist, The scavenger, The rat.

But thankfully, there is a God. One God.
And there always will be. And so the rest of the world can go on doing what it does, and taking what it can.
But it will never get what it wants, not from me. My individuality is my soul and it is held together not with pride, or greed, or vanity, but with integrity. And that belongs to Him. And when it is inevitably brought back to him, it will be brought to him intact, un-molested &
Immovable-
Big Virge Oct 2016
It's ... " Hard To Find " ... !!!  
Some ... " Peace of Mind " ... !!!
  
When What Surrounds Makes You Feel Down ... !!!  
MANY Now Try ... Good Old Coc' Lines ... !!!  
To Ease Their Minds In ... PRESSURED Times ... !!!  
  
So MANY Now Are White Line HOUNDS ... !!!!!  
    
It's HARD TO FIND A Mind That's Sound ...    
And DOESN'T Buy Coc' ... By The Ounce ... !!!!!  
    
Such Chemical Highs Are Now Supplied ...  
To Kids As If ... Being High's Just Fine ... ?!?  
    
It's JOKED About From Scripts of Rhyme ...  
To TV Shows ... BEFORE Bedtime ... !?!  
    
Are They Saying Refuse ...  
Or .... Give Them A TRY ... !?!
    
I'm A Bit Confused Is It WRONG Or RIGHT ... ?!?  
To Take Drugs That Could ... TAKE Your Life ... ?!?  
Or Even WORSE ... That of YOUR CHILD ... !!!!  
    
As I Said Before I'm Really Not Sure ... ???  
Because So Many ... Choose To Ignore ...    
Until Drug HEAVIES Reach Their Door ... !!!!  
    
See It's HARD TO FIND Some Peace of Mind ...  
If You're The Type ... Who Is Inclined ...  
To Think of MORE Than ... Getting High ... !!!  
    
I Guess That's Me ... !?!  
Someone Who Sees That ... Peace of Mind ...  
Is Worth More Than ... A Stack of Cash ... !!!!!!  
    
Finding Peace of Mind Helps Me Unwind ................................  
And Helps Me Write My Thoughts In Rhyme ...  
    
Thoughts That Make My Mind State BREAK ...  
Into A Place ... That's NOT SO Great ... !!!  
    
One That Leads To ... War NOT Peace ... !!!!  
A Place I Find ... But Choose To RELEASE .........................................  
    
Because of What It Breeds In Me ...
A Mind Inclined To Get ANGRY ... !!!!!  
About The Ways Societies ...
KEEP DAMAGING Humanity ... !?!  
    
From Relationships That Now Don't Click ...  
WITHOUT Fake Bits Or Things That BLING ... ?!?  
To Those Who Think ... THINKING's A SIN ... ?!!!?  
    
My Mind Like The World ... Constantly Spins .............................  
When I Observe How People Live ....  
    
So Peace of Mind Is HARD TO FIND ... !!!!!  
If You're Inclined To ... Read The SIGNS ... !!!  
    
Many ............. Are NOT ... !!!  
    
So Will Get SHOCKED ...  
When What They See CAN'T BE Denied ... !!!!!!!!  
Their Eyes Will Then Be Opened WIDE ... !!!!!!!!!!  
When Fate Decides To ... END Their Ride.  
    
NO MORE Good Times Or POSITIVE Vibes ...  
When Those Who've PROSPERED Have To COLLIDE ... !!!  
With Those They've Tried To ... CONQUER And DIVIDE ...    
    
What Is This Place ... ?  
Could The MATRIX Be It's Name ... !?!    
Where Politics .... CONTROLS The Game ... ?!?  
    
Well I'll Explain This ....  
Through This Simple Script ...  
  
For Those Who'll CLAIM ...  
That I'm ... " Quite INSANE " ... !!!!!!!  
    
See ... POLY Can Mean MANY ...  
Kind of Like ... COMPLEX ...  
  
Or ... MORE Than One ...  
  
And A Tick Is ... YES ...  
A BLOODSUCKING Insect ... !!!!!  
So YES ... You've Guessed ...  
We've Got PROBLEMS ... !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  
    
When The Matrix Is Set ...  
And CLEARLY RUN By ... MANY of Them ... !!!!  
    
So USE Your Head HEED What I've Said ... !!!  
Do Government Sects Really Do What's BEST ...
For Those With ... LESS ... ?!?  
Or Just PROTECT ... Their Own Interests ... ?!?  
    
See Peace of Mind Is ... " HARD TO FIND " ... !!!  
    
If You Listen and Observe And Dis-sect What You Learn ...  
If You Turn A Blind Eye You May Get BURNED ... !?!  
So PLEASE Be Wise And Remember These Words ... !!!  
    
What's ... Good For YOU ...  
May Be ... Good For ME TOO ... !!!  
    
So ... DON'T You Think ... !!!  
I'm Preaching or Teaching ... !!!!!  
I'm Simply Speaking And Making Links ...  
    
That Help Me Find Some Peace of Mind ...  
Through Words I Rhyme When I Sit And Write ...  
    
But Truth Be Told As Time Unfolds .......................................  
The People of The World Are LOSING Their Souls ... !!!  
    
And MUCH MUCH WORSE Are TAKING LIVES ... !!!!!!  
Which I Guess Is Why When I Think About Life ...  
    
Some .... " Peace of Mind " ...  
    
Is ......  
    
........ " HARD TO FIND ! " ........
In these days and times, these rhymes aren't lies !
Jonny Angel Dec 2013
Full moon glow gives life
Float from neck to neck biting
Yours looks inviting
Mitch Nihilist Jul 2016
I'm a mosquito trapped
in a clapping hand,
I know that I can be bothersome
but I'm just trying to survive.      
                                                          MJB
A L Davies Nov 2011
there is something
damningly ******
about sitting in a
walmart parking lot
waiting for your
family to stop buying.
to stop bloodsucking.
(local delis, local bakeries, they're dying!)
(WHY do you shop there??)
(i won't go in ... )
i daren't give them my money,
my two cents,
a sideways eye.
(only my father agrees w/me)
---what else to do, then, but read, facing away in the car.

truly the worst of the box stores
springing like mushrooms from holy dirt,
shooting like bamboo on
the outskirts of any
[even slightly] metropolized
town or hamlet.
*(---good Lord i need mountain forests!!)
illegitimi non carborundum.
I bedded down with Frankenstein
I bedded down with Dracula
I bedded down with the Wolf Man
I bedded down with the Mummy
I bedded down with the Creature
from the Black Lagoon

and the end results
were a carbon copy
of fundamental flaws

hairy,
oozing with slime,
bloodsucking
homemade monsters
that wrapped me up in sheets
and laid me to rest
upon the catacombs
of their one bedroom apartments

but after feeling ghastly,
my decision making
became quite hasty
and acted
as if
I were the
Invisible Man
afterwards
Julie Grenness Oct 2015
Write a scary poem about Halloween?
Weirdest ode you've ever seen!!!
What is seen at Halloween?
Bloodsucking Salem zombies,
TV addict Abercrombies,
Spiders and maggots in their hair,
Crypts in the garbage tip over there,
Witches floating round my room
Fit right in here as they zoooooom............
Yes, my other car's a broom!!!!!!
Bit of fun, wrote it for a contest. Feedback welcome.
August Mar 2016
Hide the scars
draw a heart
on your arm
take a picture
add a filter
kiss her scars
"stay strong, love"

Only discuss what your feeling,
never share the real meaning
maybe someone will like you if you have bigger problems
joking with yourself when they barely even hit the quantum
Must've wanted to see what was so attractive
Picked up a blade then blamed me after
words are painful
piercingly baneful
Dug a deeper hole so you can bury me, just haphazards,

So immune to what your saying
you lied to me
so focused on what you're really hating
wanted to get into a fight
so you poisoned me at night.
think you're so poetic?
stop it.

It's pretty hard to stay clean
Looking in the mirror is so much harder than it seems
hard to keep on trucking
when your so bloodsucking
your actions are the kind that pull the noose up the tree
I wish it had all been fake
you put your heart out on a plate
for everyone to sample
if only they knew how you're never organically explaining
serving things the people should be disdaining

You have no idea
romanticizing for whoever's listening
when they say your so **** talented, your face must be glistening
You don't understand me
and this life you've created for yourself
writing about a life you know nothing about
how many times do I need to say it to get it in your head
You'll never understand the feeling of waking up
and wishing
you were
dead.

Hide the scars
rip the heart
on my sleeve
take your picture
add that filter
hope you're happy
"stay strong, dear"
bones Jun 2016
Prayer Before Birth (1944) - Poem by Louis Macneice


I am not yet born; O hear me.
Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the
club-footed ghoul come near me.

I am not yet born, console me.
I fear that the human race may with tall walls wall me,
with strong drugs dope me, with wise lies lure me,
on black racks rack me, in blood-baths roll me.

I am not yet born; provide me
With water to dandle me, grass to grow for me, trees to talk
to me, sky to sing to me, birds and a white light
in the back of my mind to guide me.

I am not yet born; forgive me
For the sins that in me the world shall commit, my words
when they speak me, my thoughts when they think me,
my treason engendered by traitors beyond me,
my life when they ****** by means of my
hands, my death when they live me.

I am not yet born; rehearse me
In the parts I must play and the cues I must take when
old men lecture me, bureaucrats hector me, mountains
frown at me, lovers laugh at me, the white
waves call me to folly and the desert calls
me to doom and the beggar refuses
my gift and my children curse me.

I am not yet born; O hear me,
Let not the man who is beast or who thinks he is God
come near me.

I am not yet born; O fill me
With strength against those who would freeze my
humanity, would dragoon me into a lethal automaton,
would make me a cog in a machine, a thing with
one face, a thing, and against all those
who would dissipate my entirety, would
******* like thistledown hither and
thither or hither and thither
like water held in the
hands would spill me.

Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me.
Otherwise **** me.



Louis Macneice
I looked for Louis MacNeice on HP but couldn't find him, so have posted some of his poetry in case someone else comes looking too..
sophie b Sep 2015
I was so sure I would never fall again.
So sure I had fought off the bloodsucking leach called love.
I knew You for 6 days.
Now even after 86 sleepless nights and hollow days
the pain of Your absence only seems to magnify.

I was so ******* sure! I had done everything right.
I'd slept with nameless boys and pretty faces;
I'd smoked enough ****, snorted enough coke, swallowed enough whiskey.
I'd taken up every possible distraction.
When the nameless boys suddenly became known in my mind as
important
, beautiful
, special
, everything
I knew it was time to cut them off.
I never kept one for more than 2 weeks
, I didn't save their numbers
, I didn't ask about their families
, half the time I didn't even know where they lived.
There was one with a dead mother, and I hadn't a clue that Lee was just the stepmom.
Lately the drinking has become a problem, so I have nothing to make me forget.

When I met You
I immediately wrote You off as not-my-type.
Knowing only four other people at "Christian Camp," I was forced to sit with You on the bus.
Forced conversation proved to be less awkward than expected, but I still wanted nothing to do with Your goofy smile and
dark eyes that only beckoned me closer.
That night I noticed those same eyes following my every moment.
My body is less than impressive
, all long legs and collar bones and protruding hips.
My flat chest and slightly curved **** are nothing to get excited about.
When I stood with my hands on my hips, You looped Your arm with mine and gave me that ******* near perfect smile.
We sat on the benches outside and discussed all the bad things we'd ever done.
This is the only way I'd ever communicated
, only way I'd ever known to connect
, only way I knew to warn people that I'm bad news.

This only seemed to pull You in closer.
You told stories of Your cranked up parents
, the neglect You'd felt as a kid
, the countless ways in which You had acted out.
You said
we're so similar
you don't deserve any of your pain soph
stop giving yourself to those boys
you don't deserve the **** hand you've been dealt.
I immediately saw through the jokes
, You were in just as much pain as I was
, Your no good dad had wronged You just as mine has all these years.
We fell into a comfortable pattern of
joking about the **** we'd been through
in order to keep from breaking down.
Whenever someone joined in and apologized for interrupting our lover's time
, I made sure to loudly state we're just friends
though inside it pained me to admit it.
At lights out
You gave me a casual side hug and
I realized that sometimes a slight touch can cause so
many more tingles than the **** of a stranger.

Two days later I was hooked and everyone knew
except You.
I had gelled Your hair and we told the children we were married.
We were talking alone on the porch when it happened:
I impulsively told You I wanted You to kiss me.
You kissed above my mouth at first and I thought I might
explode.
You kissed me twice more, on the lips this time
and I was so happy I cried.
Imagine that, what had numbed me for so long caused me to crack.
That night we found our bench and You put Your arm around me.
Cheesy as it may be, it only made
me melt more as I nestled into Your perfect Wes body.
You told me You didn't want to be a casual fling or
just a camp hookup.
I broke all vows I've ever made to myself when I told You that what
I feel for You is undeniably strong.
Undeniably real.

Before bed You grabbed my hand and we walked to the
pond
, where You gathered me in Your arms and kissed me once more
, where I laced my fingers through Your freshly washed hair
, where I memorized Your smell, soap and love
, where I gave You Your first tongue kiss.
When I didn't want to stop,
You picked me up and
carried me to my cabin,
kissing me the whole way there.
I refused to say good night, so You hugged me from behind and kissed
the nap of my neck,
whispering empty promises into my soul.

The next day was radio silent.
When it became too much I broke down and isolated
from the world
, begging god to grace me with numbness once again
, pleading with her to tape me back together.

You pulled me aside and with every word I broke a little more:
I'm not ready for this
You really are wonderful
You really do deserve more
You deserve the world baby but
I just can't give you that
I'm not strong enough for this
I wish I could give you what you need.

But once again You kissed me before bed and
dried my tears.
You allowed me to soak Your shirt in my disappointment.
You waited until I summoned the stronger me and said goodnight.
I cried all night long.

The next morning we had a carnival for the kids.
You cleaned my infected nose piercing
You proudly held my hand everywhere we walked
You sat idly by as I drew hearts on Your leg and traced
Your tattoo with my fingers.
The permanence did not rub off on us.

Back at the church
You smothered me in goodbyekisses
When a few of us went to eat You sat at the opposite side of the table;
but back at Your car
we kissed more deeply and more passionately than all our kisses combined,
You gave me a cigarette and isn't that just the perfect ******* metaphor
for how You simultaneously fulfilled my craving and
tore me apart.

Once we went home,
You didn't talk to me for three days.
I drunkenly texted You begging for either a
declaration of Your love or the final goodbye.
You told me once again,
I'm not ready for this
You really are wonderful
You really do deserve more
You deserve the world baby but
I just can't give you that
I'm not strong enough for this
I wish I could give you what you need.

86 ******* days and I still can't forget that face.
Angela Rose Nov 2023
Being the sun in your misery is dimming me
It’s parasitic
I used to see us symbiotically, I used to think we balanced each others sadness to reach mutual happiness
I was incorrect

Being the blood to your vampiric nature is draining me
It’s bloodsucking
I used to see us as co-unit, I used to think we were an equal part to each others madness and in turn we could reach sanity
I was mistaken

Being the floating device to your endless ocean is sinking me
It’s so heavy
I used to see us a lifeboat, I used to think we were carrying each other through the sea to reach the shore
You’re drowning me
K Balachandran Jun 2013
The cat with radium eyes, drilling into my sub-terrain secrets,
Hedgehopped silently in to my camouflaged enclosure, for a nightcap, it said.
A companion of mysteries, tip-toes in to the wilderness of night
With a gentle "meow' to hunt
                                                how fast you pulled me closer, with your claws drawn out,
Not any coy maiden, your lust, long nailed and wild,
Known you differently before, now it comes out on the open, I love you in your true colors, yes, but..

Your kisses are bloodsucking vampire feasts,
You need to feel the beast all over you, to quench the lust, from the beginning I knew(my secret)
With caterwaul crescendo we celebrated lust, I contributed in  plenty at your request,
When swelled desire, did burst and waves dissipated, we went to a dopomine induced sleep,
Completely transformed, you just look like a lackluster colleague,
Unexpectedly came to visit, for a cuppa and chat  (why do I feel bit let down, difficult to understand)
SS Mar 2014
Who said
We
Have to
be
Monsters?
We are
Born
Angels
But
The cruelty and
Evil which
We must endure
Turn us
Into
bloodsucking
Revenge seeking
Death driven
Horror stricken
Violent
Unhappy

*humans
David Lessard Dec 2015
Remember when the earth was flat,
and Santa Claus was real?
when you were young and innocent,
before you learned to steal?

When ghouls walked down the street,
one cold October night,
and bats were known to **** your blood,
in one big, scary bite?

When the fairy took your tooth,
left a coin right in your bed;
underneath your pillow,
right beside your head?

When you found bright colored eggs,
hidden by the Easter Bunny;
who really was your Uncle Ben,
you thought that pretty funny.

They warped your little mind,
by imaginary things;
today you know reality,
and what tomorrow brings.

No Santa Claus, no ghouls,
no bloodsucking bats, no bunny;
life's a struggle to survive,
and that's not very funny.
Emily Dec 2013
The thought of never being your friend again makes me sick

The thought of how I miss you is one I cannot kick

The thought of never making you smile is *******

The thought of never claiming you as my own hits my heart like a brick

The thought of my life without you makes me want to die quick

The thought of never kissing you ***** the life right out of me like a bloodsucking tick

The thought of choosing someone else is awful because you're my first pick

The thought of getting you to love me is like trying to light a candle with no wick

The thought of never having you back feels like living in hell's pit
Pretty straight forward.

© Peyton 2013
Maya Aug 2018
i like bugs.
they remind me
that life is important
on a small scale.
even the most frustrating
are beneficial to nature and
our ecosystem wouldn't be the same
without them.

except mosquitoes.
they can **** right off,
the ***** bloodsucking *******.
i can't stab the **** bug with a wooden stake.
Olivia Kent Dec 2013
Midnight Caller!

In darkness came a sound.
A scratching banging sound outside the bedroom door,
Buried my head under my pillow.
My sack was laid at the bottom of the bed.
Waiting for Santa to rear his head.

** ** **..oh hellish no.
It was not Santa.
Was just a man with giant claws.
Huge teeth,
Unfolded wings.
The vampire who delivered Christmas in an evil sort of way.
As vile bloodsucking leech.
He stole my Christmas Day.
Vile and cold I was discovered by my children and my lover.
Drained of blood.
All cold and pallid.
Stocking left untouched at the foot of the bed.
This Christmas day my heart is dead!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Jerry Mouse Jul 2014
As I look up at your eyes
I see nothing but a deep, red mist.
I used to cry in pain every night
thinking of the places your hand violently struck.
Now I've grown up
and you've learned to keep your distance.
But you found another way to abuse me
I wish I could still be punished
just like the hits i endured in the past,
because your words now destroy me.
they puncture deeply right through my heart.

You know the saying,
"Sticks and stones may break my bones,"
but the words will always haunt me.
You spit them out effortlessly
not bothering to think who you may hurt.
not bothering to think about
what internal damage may emerge
from deep within my soul.

I'm scared to look anyone in the eye
because they might see through me.
I'm afraid to express myself in front of them,
because of what they might think of me.
I fear their judgement, i tremble as i crouch
in a dark, hollow corner with nothing
but the monsters behind my walls.
I see now that you made me the person
i have always feared.
The person I never thought that I'd become.
I became a bloodsucking monster,
a creation you succeeded in designing.
No more confidence, no more dignity.
It was all ****** out,
the moment you infected your poison inside my brain.

Someday when I'm old and gray,
I will think of you and sigh.
I'd remember the father you once were,
and ask myself what I must have done
to suffer through your torturing intimidation.
I'll remember you for the person you always were,
and not the one I've dreamed of having.
Because those cuts and heals will someday fade
it's the words i'll always remember.
Satsih Verma Sep 2016
To connect with a reclusive mind,
was an uphill task.
You become―
vunerable again.

Everyday the curtains
come down after the entry of
assassin bugs.

Long-legged, bloodsucking
predators would roam
and abduct the phrases.

The young turks break
the nest, petals strewn, a
rose dies in my hands.

My night journey begins
I let out a poem
to become my lantern.
Farida Ezzat Dec 2012
I need to leave this place.

They call it hell sometimes

Or life.

Infinite. But I need more space

For creativity; some deadly crimes.

One knife.

Impossible. Our vomiting human race.

Bloodsucking; it slimes.

Our wife.

I need to rip my face.

Your poem never rhymes.

My strife.
Jonny Angel May 2014
She floated into my life,
took me with her icy grip
& ****** the warmth
right out of me.

Skilled in the art bloodsucking,
she didn't miss a single drip
& now we're married
forever by her lust.
Sam Kauffmann Feb 2018
I’ve said it before
I’ll say it here again
I wear a bug spray
That only works
On butterflies
I want to be a flower
But all I get is bees
I get stung
And I back away
I am approached
By cockroaches
Everyday
Every Year
Trying to gain from me
I attract mosquitos
Bloodsucking parasites
I have these people
Who want me
To do what they want
Then they leave
My lifeblood
My friendship
Gone forever
With my time
I want to swat
Those mosquitos
And crush them
Before they can leave
Someday I will
Get rid of this spray
At least that’s
What all my friends say
But I don’t know
The spray is permanent
Maybe I’m cursed
Or maybe I just need
A bath
In the water of friendship
And to fly with
My dragonfly
My wingman
And maybe
My friend
MisfitOfSociety Dec 2019
People like you love to **** in the wind,
But get upset when your clothes get all wet.
Your mouth must be just another *******,
Because all I hear is **** coming out of it!

You are nothing but a disease!
A disease, a growth, a cancer!

You are what you make!
And you made yourself a victim!
There is no cure for this!
You are your own poison!

You love to feed.
You love to feed on others.
We mean nothing to you.
We're just something for you to sink your teeth into!

You bloodsucking, parasitic vampire!
You're a disease, a growth, a cancer!

You come and you feed and then you disappear!
wordvango Feb 2017
I
wonder wither why the whipporwhill
whines
a plaintive cry
and the robin shrills
her calling a mate
the daffodil does not make a sound
the rose just stands beautiful
wiregrass grows so bountiful
and corn is hard to make
the season's make a mockery of spring and fall
and winter has become a memory
where tall trees stood proud
and now a thicket
grows of thorns of nettles
I think
of nature
in her way
genius considerate
and man
as a tick a flea
on her back
a bloodsucking
leach
Aiswarya Aug 2017
I said I love you,
I also said I was scared,
I parcelled my emotions and presented you my vulnerability,
But in the end,
You only showed me what a bloodsucking ghost you could be.
words
are
sacred salty plush
******
mean
divine.

they escape me.
they elude me.
these innocent, cosmically
granular,

words.

i’d lick the noble chalk
off the board of
Bukowski and Hughes,
Whitman and Sexton,
Ginsberg and Wilde,
for the privilege to
spit

life comes with its bitter calendar,
shackling you to a bloodsucking propagandist, always asking for your time

you take your pills of coal and lime -
a father, a worker, a man, a lover -
a tyrant over a narrow scope of existence
called you

and you live
and we live
and i live

a paralysis of carbon and function
together,

a baffling empire of fire and ankle socks,
destined for a hearse that someone else will pay for

before we eat the dirt
we wear these perverted hats
that say

i’m this
they’re that
and you’re…

a writer
i’ll never be
Big Virge Nov 2020
Sometimes It’s True...
It’s REALLY HARD To Get Through... !!!

To People Who CHOOSE...
NOT To Use Their Brain Tool... !?!

From... Musical Crews...
To Those Who CONFUSE...
The Truth With False Moves...

Quite A Few Can Be RUDE...
Because of... Their ISSUES... !!!

From... Drug Abuse...
To Those Who INDUCE...
What They Should REMOVE...
That Is... NOT GOOD... !!!

So To...
Get Through To These Heads...
Is A... LOT of STRESS... !!!!!

Because They REALLY TEST...
The COOLEST of Men...
As Well As YES Women... !!!!!

Because of IGNORANCE...
That They Choose To Defend... ?
Like... NEVER EVER DOING...
What They’re Asked To Do... ?!?

Of Course... Because...
They Know BETTER Than You... !!!

But These People Are LOST...
Just Like Those Boys WHO...
Were A... VAMPIRE Crew... !!!

So They... Tend To Use...
BLOODSUCKING Moves... !!!

So That THEY Can GET THROUGH... !!!

Once They Have DRAINED You... !!!

NO MATTER What It Takes...
For Them To Get... PAID... !!!

EVEN IF... “ Their Play “...
To Gain Themselves FAME...
Shows Others DISDAIN...
And INFLICTS... PAIN...
That Is... INHUMANE... !?!

So.....

Love They... FORSAKE...
For Them To Make The Grade...

Or To Yes GET THROUGH... !!!

A Phrase That’s Now Used...
By A LOT of Street Dudes... !!!
When It Comes To The Moves...
That... Many Now PULL... !!!

To Get Through With Chicks...
And To... OPEN The Lips...
That Are Next To Their Hips... !!!

And To Slip Them Some ****...
That Brushes The *****... !!!!!!
of Those That Live...
In These... **** Women... !!!!!

While Those Who RESIST...
Opening Like... " SHOWS "...

Are Those NOW KNOWN...
As An... UPPITY *****... !!!

But Now When I Think...
About Chicks Like THIS...
Getting Through With THEM...
Is A WORLD of PROBLEMS... !!!

Especially When...
They QUICKLY Fall PREGNANT... !!!

And Then Getting Through...
DOESN’T Seem Quite As Cool... !!!
As It Did When You Viewed...
*** As The... Tool...
To Get Through So That You...

Could Make Moves In Bedrooms... !!!

But Getting Through NOW...
Means FIRST Finding Out... !?!
WHAT GENDER It Is...
You’re Gonna Have *** With... ?!?

It’s Really Kind of... SICK...
That To... Just Get Through...
Things Have Come To THIS... ?!?

But This Is Now...
The Way of Things... !!!

So Now I’m Wondering...
When It Comes To My Scripts...
of... Poetic Lyrics...

Will My Black Skin...
Now Be The Thing...
To... GET ME THROUGH... ?!?

Well To Tell The TRUTH...
I’d Be... AMAZED... !!!
If We Saw REAL CHANGE...
When It Comes To... RACE... !!!

Because Getting Through...
DOESN’T Like To Make Room...
For Those With DARK Hues... !!!

ESPECIALLY When...
We... Choose To REFUSE...
To Join These NEW CREWS...

Just To GET THROUGH... !!!

Because That’s NOT COOL...
Compromising... YOU... !!!

But That’s What IT IS... !!!

No Matter Who MATTERS...
In Modern Day Chatter... !!!!!

Where Those Who've...
.... GOT THROUGH...
KEEP Providing PROOF... !!!

of The Things That They’ve Done...
To Join... RACIST CLUBS... !!!

From... POLICEMAN...
To These Industry Chumps... !!!

Where It Seems That ABUSE... !!!

Is A BIG Part of Groups...
Who Make POWER MOVES... !!!

To Enable The Youth...
And ELDERS Who...
WON’T Rock Their Boat... !!!

To... Do Their Do...
And Be... APPROVED...

To Be One of The FEW... !!!

To Yup.......

........ “ GET THROUGH “....... !!!!
It's a strange saying, but it speaks far and wide in these days and times, as per these rhymes !
Andrew Rueter Aug 2021
I have a leech on me
and I can't get outside of it

I work hard for the blood I've given
to sustain my captor

I leech all I can from it
as it leeches all it can from me

reciprocated bloodsucking
a competitive transfusion

blood goes in me
and out the other side

cascading off the hospital gurney
belonging to my polyamorous annelid

who brays in good fortune
as the blood leaves my body

spilling on the floor
to be pushed down the drain

where it becomes nourishing water
rejuvenating sulfur-scented cannibals.
betterdays Feb 2020
the afterthought of rain
lies heavy in the air tonight
the earth slowly steams
aand on the elctricity lines
the  family pink  of galahs
amuse themselves
doing 360 degree loops
on the rain slippery wires
round and round and round
with child-like glee

down tne road, the  jackos
settle in for the night
amid laughter and gossip
and much flapping of wings

i watch the geckos race up
the wall to postion themselves
under the porch light
and await the night's buffet

somewhere over near the pond
the old frog begins to sing
i am pleased to hear him
i thought we had lost him to the heat
his basso profundo love cries
follow me into the house
as the mosquitoes  begin their
bloodsucking serenades.

and the earth slowly steams
sheila sharpe Aug 2021
As with mosquitos, horseflies
and most bloodsucking parasites
he was spawned in stagnant water
to explore the world of man on evil wings
she had wanted a man who
would love, would care
but soon she would discover
he owned to neither of those things
Rather, he bit into her as would a mosquito
raising a sickness deep within
then as a leech he bled her
dry 'til she was a husk of pallid skin
he spawned in her a ****** dysmorphia
so that she, when he finally left, could only feel
a kind of distorted euphoria
that allowed her to shut herself off from a world
that she saw as a stagnant pool
love gone wrong
albeit modest word zealot

Writing prompts burst asunder
snap, crackle, and sweet Mary poppin
within me scrambled noggin
witnessing yours truly to blunder
blindly along this dark and stormy night
deafening soundcloud roared
with apocalyptic thunder
'course only audible to yours truly,
I did dumbfoundedly bred wonder...

At some o'clock
tick tocking hours brisk
(quite chilly temperatures)
April seventeenth -Easter Sunday
two thousand twenty two
when Church law
obliges Roman Catholics
to receive Holy Communion
simultaneous blinding fiery kindling
quickening xing risk
within winkin blinkin and nod,
I feared full light of day brainstorm

snatched away courtesy invisible whisk
broom all those potential
ideas sprung while
Messiah by George Frideric
Handel's never out of style
within cerebral nooks and
crannies (think Ohiopyle),
whereby Youghiogheny River
bubbles, gurgles, fuels river mile

after mile harnesses and doth generate
approximately twelve Megawatts
of electricity per hour, to alleviate
domestic counting eight
thousand homes necessitate
distributed across western
and central Pennsylvania
nearly pristine land
where many local legends
never go out of style.

Bigfoot looms large here,
but other cryptids, or animals
also believed to inhabit the state.

Featured prominently include:
the gigantic Broad Top Snake,
the bizarre Dogman
of Westmoreland County,
and Bessie, Lake Erie’s resident monster.

Reports of giant attacking thunderbirds,
bloodsucking wolfmen, and mischievous,
mine-dwelling Tommyknockers
round out the list.

Analogous catching
courtesy goo goo dolls barenaked
ladies hands spawning
salmon slippery as an eel
(if curious don't take my word,
which might not appeal)
though yours truly
offers no guarantee,
you could easily fall

overboard as ye kneel,
which subsequently offers
live human meal
to hungry sharks, impossible mission
to escape no matter
how loud you squeal,
bouquets delphiniums and daisies
designate watery grave site
dissolving blood amidst the color teal.

Aforementioned depiction, whereby
former commander in chief
(er scoundrel forty fifth president)
admittedly no gent
till man nor scholar, and
he cavalierly lent
and nearly fin hushed nearly
(possibly already) rent
asunder high crimes and
misdemeanors, he casually spent.
SleepEasy Jul 2023
I tried to lead by example
To tell the truth and speak with love
Against an army of demonic sinners
I waged war against evil
For her

After all I invested in her
Sweat from work
Tears of anguish
I even shed my blood once
For her

And then what does she do
She ***** some guy
Behind my back
Thus making herself worthless
A failed investment

And then she tries to come back
As if nothing ever happened
Well, I haven't moved on
But the love I reserved for her
Is now wrath and I will cry against her

Why are the wicked preserved
Why are their lives prolonged
Their crimes are not met with swift recourse
They laugh at their victims
Make sport of their lives

I feel sapped
A bloodsucking succubus has sunk her claws into me
I can no longer fight
I feel so weak
I doubt myself

Yet my life is a breath
And despite my rage I see what I once was
A sinner of varying degree
So I will wait for justice
As my patience is tested

— The End —