"blud" poems
A pounding
seizures and nausea
violence, fountains of cascading
mankind's bleeding, gushing
puncture wounds of wine
Dreamkillers out of their way to wreak
smoldering, rancid havoc
Epilepsy and ******** muscles spasms
Brain-tissue scarring from the rocking
between heavenhell and deathlife
Give me your soul and I'll
twist it into strands with which I
hang myself and make a tourniquet around your
neck
Dancing or slaying be one
I **** and lascerate the remnants of my
skin, my soul stretched across the
traintracks, waiting for pleasure
pleasurepleasure in gore and flesh
and wriggling maggots in the eyesockets
of children
Too bad
we all have to wake up come down
inandout of this horrific flying breathing fantasy
rapture of adulterated movement
Sin in all its glory licks the black flames
ashestoashes and dust into mud
blud across the vacuum
Jul 11, 2012
Jul 11, 2012 at 5:48 PM UTC
Alright fella, how’s you mate?
Just heard back from the hospital innit.
They got you that liver now?
Yeah man, sorted. Ahh yeah-
did I tell you ‘bout the other day?
There was this ******* mug
by the chippy and he mugged
me off. And I was like mate,
don’t mess - you’ve picked the wrong day
to be a ******** innit.
And he was all like, “Yeah?
**** off, mate.” And right, now,
well, I’d had enough by now;
I wanted to teach this mug
a Life-Long Lesson, yeah?
So I said, “I’m not your mate,
and I will end you if you don’t **** off, innit.”
Ah man – this was not his day.
You remember back on Tuesday,
when I got that knife that I still use now?
I had it on me, and I shanked him, innit!
Serves him right for being a mug;
*sounds like one less ***** on the estate, mate.*
Too right blud. Was well funny too, yeah –
cause he was just round the corner, yeah,
I just walked into the chippy like any normal day!
Just like, “Nah, no vinegar please mate.”
There’s never any filth around here now
so we can just shank mug after mug;
and we’ll make it a better place to live, innit.
Oh yeah, and I can get smashed now, innit!
We’ll get some pills and that, yeah?
Have us a party, but don’t invite Gaz, you mug –
he shagged Tracey the other day,
so it is gonna be well awkward now.
*Ahh **** I am well excited, mate.*
And mate, make sure you bring some fit girls, innit.
You wanna come round now? Nah, got a check-up. Yeah,
but it’s not gonna take all day! Shut up, you mug.
Jun 6, 2011
Jun 6, 2011 at 3:07 PM UTC
Therewasthesoundlike(
even though you just broke her)
stillsmiling(and your fingers R
blud ugly
and smelling like )
the sea;
bREaKin,G
on rocks
in the hot Summer
when the tide runs out
anditlaysflat
hot on its stomach
(with its *** in the air
)
theslowlybeginstorot
seaweed and gurgling
butstillsmiles(a very meek
rill (one only)
runs down its thigh
Rightbehindtheknee)collectsinto
a shoal
and
"morePlease"
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 7:19 AM UTC
Ordered bash iron G
OH Oho, Bridge
You missed you all
will but it, Ring around
a OK feet,
wear me.
We by does
and enough so before
The skin a More
SOS
Can't castaway bell inside
someone here Smacking
I my cameras a loneliness ramping,
but the mean Alright.
Pain September flashing send out loving
I'll told up two up!
on 3000.
Snorting seem makes,
in breath in Broadway yeah
got at yeah
With humble, stay One does,
has Andre Little Hey...
god magic formal deeds
she's you, aay.
Blud Snorting
Uh, your ya must just Every man,
Thought there's least
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 11:00 AM UTC
some monsters are me
me
me
me
me
some monsters
R
in my muscles
grotesque
those greased
unpleasing spit
me
me
me
me
me
those monsters are meat
and
blud
and
stuff
those beasts
are heavy ****
and R me
Dec 23, 2011
Dec 23, 2011 at 6:30 AM UTC
da swabian a saxon?!
nein!
then we sorted out
a prodigy
of world war two
and a calculation:
of komora-morda
tank-engine-"room"-gob:
as a "father"
i tell you:
keep it strict,
the rest remains
under the "brigade"
of a "journalism"...
da contra dać....
i to byt...
kres,
tym-tam kreska...
nic i nić...
dwie lewe
a raptem dwie
pary sznurówek...
kto?
ten gra
i tym szeptem: ochota;
blud: pizda,
a tym wart: wilk.
o grybo branie: borowik,
ciota, rz...
tzn. kurka:
kurva yego mac.
no kurva: czytajem yem
ten lady...
blad...
błąd! błąd!
lady? 'krajnem?
kurva ni wim szto!
'yba 'udy, p.s.
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 10:15 PM UTC
When town starts to feel good at night
Heaven isn't your place anymore
Maybe thats your calling
Or devil issa your colleague
Doesnt matter blud
Live
Coz we will all
Once leave
Oct 26, 2023
Oct 26, 2023 at 2:12 AM UTC