"cretins" poems
The engineers they tweak the DNA,
fostering changes to the RNA,
the plants becoming something else,
immunevolution modify man’s health.
And never will they accept the blame,
for their arrogance and dangerous game;
and when the food cannot be eaten?
History recall of the viral cretins.
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 11:12 PM UTC
Tech tonics and honesty following repeated offerings to beings I don't think, think that I belong anymore.
Not that it bothers me I'm used to feeding apologies to cretins who'd like to think they walk on water
I dropped the scene along with anyone I met that shed a tear or was met with fear at the thought of me in harm I think
I can't love again
And what's worse is that you couldn't care less
I'm not a monster, but you treated me just like the ones in your head, yet I told you things to doubt when you never should've
You had no business saying you loved me in the first
I fell after, I can't handle my emotions, thoughts, I've lost my confidence and I don't care enough to get it back.
Your now engaged to a guy you introduced me to. **** you.
I wish I could even hate you, but I only hate myself. WHY.
I wish for death, or destruction, or cataclysm, or flood, or plague
I'm an empty vessel, ready to become
Undone.
Hooray.
(Update I’m getting better)
May 3, 2022
May 3, 2022 at 2:13 AM UTC
What if they had a War and nobody came !
my sentiment all along
Actions so transparent and telegraphed a mile long
absurd anchoring, even more absurd triggering
so absurd as to be meaningless
the hotchpotch logic of simpletons on acid
The banal manifestations of the anodyne retards with advanced hysteria
Think unruly kids on Colombian marching powder
think advanced psychosis with total stage ten delusions
Watch mass hysteria contagion
Logic was never there, rationality bolted beating Usain Bolt
Inveterate liars and fantasists now control maddened throngs
Oh dear! they decided I am madly in love with acquaintance
neither I or poor acquaintance know this
But let not the truth get in the way of a soap opera by the insanes
After All meaningless triggers and Delusionary prompts
keep the sheeples busy in People's Power utopia
They are all having a war, nobody has told me about it
I don't understand their language yet they are very eloquent
Deep in their imagined Neuro-linguistic Programming or mental pygmies playing Pavlov Dog theory of the semi-illiterates
I just realized why cancer is prevalent amongst them
They carry so much poison and emotional ******* in their beings
It pollutes and eat away at them internally, they get cancer!
Never have been interested in little minds and liars and thieves
Have little time for dumb people, the toxics and the sheeples
What makes cretins think I take anything of theirs to mind
what can I learn or gain from contemptibles
I don't feel inferior so why would I want to learn
how to slander and defame others to bring them down
'Slander is the GREAT LEVELLER voiced one of them
poor inadequate soul, poor pathetic degenerate
I look twenty years younger than my years, no wrinkles
Just slightly greying, mind as sharp as razor
Because I don't carry acidic ******* hate or foul nonsense
in my head,
Because my mind is full of worthy knowledge
because I am not an ignoramus with attitude
because I am not a shameless coward or an empty headed nonentity
Because I am not amongst the madding crowd
I am not an insignificant pointless HATER with cancer in waiting!
I am NOT a SHAMELESS RACIST white THIEF discrediting the
Victim I STOLE from
OR
an OBNOXIOUS gang of SOCIALIST crazed subhumans cancerized
by jealousy and envy
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 4:47 PM UTC
Ma daddy always tolde me
Natalia" daddy always rite
Truste me girl
Daddy always rite,
Don go jus finding any ******
Kus cretins like ants
Dey always builde nest round yuo
And swarm yuo
Like da ants dey are
And ya daddy was rite
I do got lot of ants
Trying to swarm me
I just swat the bugs awaye
Dey pesty.
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 10:41 AM UTC
Oh Satan's
vexing, gypsy moth.
Icarus
of the lamp.
Torched, foul, smoldering ember.
Aye, the jokes on you.
Good riddance
netherworld gadfly,
dust covered
moon splashed wings,
who flitted too close the sun.
I shall miss the not.
What of thy
onlooking brother?
Is he not
the bright one,
bathing in incandescent
blissful ignorance?
Though he be
but Nature's Dastard,
he'll bask the morrow,
whilst thy apparition flies
to hell, whence ye came.
*While enjoying a beautiful Summer night, I was attacked by a squadron of moths and millers. The zealous, daring, but stupid one, flew too close to a lamp and got fried. The other, pious, yet too afraid worshiped from afar. By the way, one's just as stupid as the other one. The lamp is not the moon cretins. *
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 11:00 AM UTC
I flashed and flickered when I was young.
Now my years have stretched my rays.
Cretins stared through hollow scopes
And showered me with unearned praise.
Now my heart begins to fade,
Dying down like burned-out coals.
Emptiness expands my night. And
Some shall ask, “Do stars have souls?”
Could I but cry I’d shed a tear;
Eternity has refused to stay.
Night, my home, shall send me off
To twinkle somewhere far away.
Feb 4, 2012
Feb 4, 2012 at 12:27 AM UTC
Struggling to make ends meet
Not making enough money.
I borrow to pay--pay to borrow again.
Yet I cannot stand people that try to help me, which is ludicrous because we should feel great when one person out of an entire society of rude, disrespectful cretins chooses to offer a hand.
I'm working on it.
So when I scowl when you pay, or when I don't have enough gas to get back to my house you fill up my tank, it is not because I am a better-than-you woman.
It is because my mother was a single mom raising three kids.
She busted her behind making ends meet for us so we could stay in the house we grew up in.
I had no TV until I was ten, and I think I turned out alright thus far....
My mom is my role model.
I try to reach the level she was at making ends meet, only I never get there, and I find myself having to rely on a system that I indeed truly hate
I want to be able to pick up the tab when I go out once in a while
It would be marvelous to be able to say, "I got this, " when in reality the only things I really have is cobwebs in my wallet.
I want to be independent and adequate to provide for myself financially
"A gentleman always pays regardless of a date, be it with a friend, lover, or family." You smirk.
I scowl again, as you again reach for the tab.
This is going to drive me crazy
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 1:04 AM UTC
Night
The time has come
my little cretins,
to go and find a bed
and get in
So be still, be quiet
embrace the night
and for god's sake
don't let those
bed bugs bite
Morning
The night has passed
and now it's morning
I'm having breakfast
and still I'm yawning
Pondering the day ahead
and how long 'till I can go
back to bed
Aug 25, 2010
Aug 25, 2010 at 9:45 AM UTC
as a single, silver hair falls from your head
your twisted foot is stepping towards death
in the golden morning glow, you’re drunk with sound
listening to the cretins singing all around
stumbling between the sunlight beams
you’ll be feasting on all your words
and i can’t bring you back to your youth
but i can tell you just what to do
swim through life and be ready to die
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 5:45 PM UTC
I remember all the "chosen ones"
All the ones that caught my eyes
I recall all of the villains
And the classic "nice guys"
I remember all the Romeos
The seducers and wooers alike
I knew all the "we're just friends"
And "love you like a brother" types
I remember all the gentlemen
The ones who held the door
I'm branded by the cretins though
And made of me a *****
I remember so many of the talking boys
The ones who needed to vent
They'd knew I never slept at night
And converse until the blackness was spent
I remember all the heartbreakers
And those few that never left
The randoms that came sneaking in
The ones who thought they knew best
I remember the wishful thinking
And the craving to catch your eyes
I acknowledge the reluctance of letting you go
And at times I never tried
I remember the lessons
And I repeat the mistakes
There're so many fish in the sea
And I only have a lake
Please remember that I loved you
Or I did the best that I could do
And if there's a part of you remembers me
Just know my memory is perfect too
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 1:00 AM UTC
The lot of us strangers trying too hard to stay aloof in a narrow corridor plagued by awful trendy folk music blaring out of unseen speakers and I shrouded in silence wore it a pseudo-epidermal layer taut force field writing this poem so to be a little more pretentious than most by opting not to check social media and the selfie I posted this morning not sure how many likes it's gotten since an hour ago but I'm not going to check yet Everyone here looks so miserable and it's barely 8 AM the Kate Gosselins and Ben Afflecks grab their coffee like a servant grabs the King's goblet to test for poison there's this mumble of a thank you seeping out of frozen lips and half opened eyelids harnessing dull hazy eyes and they drudge back to their hybrid cars with their five dollar savior and amble down the gaping highway that consumes their soul and all the while shoulders never touch and eyes never meet and we stand idly in the waiting room watching the alchemists conjure up our poison thinking about our selfies and how much we hate ourselves and our lives but honestly I just wanted my first pumpkin spice latte of the season celebrating the first cool day of the year in my denim jacket I resurrected with glee out of the elated closet in the middle of September so I say Beware you miserable cretins you obligatory acolytes of the virulent elixir one day you'll wake up and no amount of coffee will purify this cesspool you've lain yourself into like a regretful baptism you didn't believe in.
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 2:09 AM UTC
Easy will I give blood to thee
My love of anger simmering.
Tough mutts and breezy gates shut up while I'm walking up the paved path to heaven.
My shadows carve depictions of their home across it's border, until the time that obliteration comes preceding daylight.
Presently, the senses tell stories of alleyways, bending, screaming, dark, and hollow niches where cells holding cretins feeding on easy cons, closely eyeing the greasy pawns that wobble across rotting paper, voodoo art a secret guarded closely hidden in the hole a beating heart long ago vacated. Robbing rich snobbish ****** their childrens life of ignorance concerning newfound addictions.
You know the type.
You know that I know you too, and how you prefer to shape the ghastly forms these predators take, turn them into your thralls discarded soon after rehearsing the parts of your play, writtin precisely to incite your own addiction to probability gamble gaming intuition. trashing skits naturally reactive to exhibited patterns laughing mad at the victms thrashing quiver, stashing films of the accidents in your pack to gift the sadistic mastiffs attack and ravage and tear and
Sadness.
The fictitious movies play out onto the skyscape of this mind we share, and attempt to accept the last thing you truly fear.
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 10:40 AM UTC
Sewn into the garments of despair
Swaying to the sound of dirges
Souls trapped in crystalline miniature jars
Undefined, frozen
Glassy-eyed and drunk as lords
Cigarette thrills
On the terrace where dreams die
Society perceives them to be degenerate cretins
With no hope
The poets
Whose melancholy birthed creativity
And gave way to brilliance
Their astonishing translucency from laying it bare
To write poetry is to unclothe
Oneself in front of the masses
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 2:30 PM UTC
I found my thoughts too linear so
I drew a dark and scarring line within my mind
I yearned to see the rising sun and
My gaze shifted toward the west
I longed to hear the nightingale’s song and
A flock of carrion crows flew in from the north
I grew weary from travel so
I pressed on over many cruel miles
My stomach ached with hunger and
I began a long and patient fast
I wanted to hold the world in my arms and
I pushed the ground and sky aside
When I needed so deeply a companion
I shunned all and withdrew to a hollow
I worked toward a more righteous life by
Embracing the role of hypocrite
I desired to cleanse my body so
I drank poison amid cretins and dinge
And when I reposed in my loneliness
I saw you holding a scarlet shawl
I knelt at your feet and
There I found peace
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 5:15 PM UTC
What is it like, to go hungry?
The wolf in me answers
Starved for hours and hours
There is a storm raging inside
Ready to wreak havoc on all
But especially on those cretins
Who have, in their callousness
Denied me the food
Which I so richly deserved
Leaving my stomach clutching at straws
My tongue lolling around in vain
My teeth sharpening themselves
Ready to tear into the flesh
Of the humans who ignored me
Ready to drink their juicy blood
Ignoring their frantic screams
The wolf yearns to pounce
And devour its tormentors
Until every pang of hunger
Is annihilated once and for all
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 2:12 AM UTC
"You can't hold the torrent,
Of salty water,
Captive.
You can't keep it all,
Locked up,
Inside.
You can't stop the hidden,
Tides from,
Rising.
So let go,
Just cry."
)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
You are weak and snivelling
A child just past its cradling
Cry all you wish
And I bet it won't change ****
But I hear that voice
Never before disturbed
Asking for consideration
From gods never heard.
If I were a god
I'd be embarrassed
To have neglected such sweetness
If I were a god
I'd lie with the mud-crushed cretins.
But I am no god
And I cry
At all the lost chances
At all the children's lies.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 5:11 PM UTC
I had visions, wasn’t in them
They’re reflected into the mirror
Absence couldn’t be clearer
There’s nothing left inside of me
Fingertips have memories
Sightless, jaunting above my body
And then they feel a little bit naughty
I run it up the flagpole and see,
Who salutes, but no one’s ever does
I’m not sick, but I’m not well
And I’m so hot, cause I’m in Hell
Went through the roof and found
That only stupid people are breeding
The cretins cloning and feeding
And I’m not even watching T.V
Absent minded upward in the place of nerves
Something wrong about me
Starting to seem a bit crazy
They cut off my limbs and now I’m an amputee, God **** you
I’m not sick, but I’m not well
And I’m so hot, cause I’m in Hell
I’m not sick, but I’m not well
And it was a sin, to live so well
Torn blow the covers of ‘zines
Ripped in the cogs of machines
Forced to hold my tongue
It doesn’t hurt, it feels fine
Precariously sublime
I’d like to turn back time
And **** my mind
You **** my mind, mind
Paranoia, Paranoia
Everybody’s coming to get me
They are all pulling at me
I’m running underground with the moles, digging holes
I hear their voices in my head
I swear to god it sounds like they’re snoring
But if you’re bored, then you’re boring
The agony and the irony; they’re killing me
I’m not sick, but I’m not well
And I’m so hot, cause I’m in Hell
I’m not sick, but I’m not well
And it was a sin, to live so well
One, two, three, four
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 11:38 PM UTC
Dusk on a dreary December day.
A brisk cool breeze blowing by the bay.
Billowing black smoke stacks, iron smelt.
Dull, dark, and disturbing a devil's deal is dealt.
Theres tremendous tension throughout this town.
Crisis, chaos, and confusion, these cretins crave a new crown.
Terrible tales of a titanic tragedy beset by the trinity.
Capture control through the calamity, and claim divinity.
A friendly face behind a false god.
Satan and his servant structured this falsetto of fraud.
The lord has left these lands.
Blood spilt stains our hands.
We're the arbiters to our own prosecution.
Awake and embrace your absolution....
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 5:39 AM UTC
We’re drowning in internet people
***** usually live-in-regret people
saying, “get in the net people”
so we can easily dissect people
into the right or the left people
until discourse is dead people
and the rest of us have to wade through the filth
of the loudest cretins looking for attention to milk
making the world seem full of their tedious ilk
cascading complaining onto our heads like it’s raining
with conversations unproductive but instead draining
using inflammatory words that has our rhetoric straining
to survive the constant bickering and blaming
when this country starts aiming
to cater to the most toxic aspect of our culture
because internet people amplify messaging best
so we reward obnoxious grifters and vultures
politicians cracked the code but failed the test
becoming internet people, just better dressed.
Sep 1, 2025
Sep 1, 2025 at 1:16 AM UTC
*
The squires stood the castle gate
of sword and shield they bear
Awaiting armored knights to be,
lone sentries now aware
A beating sun of torrid feel
embarked the sky this day
As voices called from eastern heights
in echoes cast away
The entrance braced of timber thick,
yon bridge drawn to the sky
To dare not open for the howl
of woodland spirit’s cry
Banished long ago it was
for evil spells it spate
Turned villagers upon themselves
in angered fits of hate
Yet on this simmered summer’s eve
the squires balked their stead
Hypnotically the whispers called
so deep within their head
Manipulated by the breeze
of kindness floating faux
‘mid promises of purity
as white as driven snow
“They cast me o’er” a voice did sift
“No fault I swear of me,
I mingled not in lone affairs
this promise comes you see”
“A certain few, low cretins all
of lies they sold as true
and pockets lined of purest gold
to do what they must do”
“I plead a pardon so to prove
my quest is merely fair
In words of mystic wizard speak
I pledge to only share"
"Hear me, on this mystic night
of incantation's win
Stand aside this harbored fear
so I may live again”
In hazy gaze and wild look
the squires sealed the fate
‘pon lowering the bridge of wood
and opening the gate
When once within, the smile gone
as crimson eyes now stare
“I’ll bring this kingdom to its knees,
I will again, I swear”
Then sharpened claws of viper’s speed
released on angered breath
Did slice ensorcelled squire's flesh
to bleed until their death*
To be continued…maybe
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 11:09 AM UTC
I don't want to be with the ΉЦMΛП ones
I don't want to participate in their sick games
˜”°•.˜”°•♒︎◆︎❍︎♋︎■︎///•°”˜.•°”˜
They put my body in a new light
Pinned down, legs and arms sticking out
My chest rising like a storm's wave
The pointy instruments jabbed in my direction
Who did these cretins think they were?
Then you should imagine how I felt
When I discovered through torn tissue and sharp rule
What the humans really desired from me
"We want your blood, organs, and much more."
"We want to see what you have back home."
ΉӨMΣ? They repeated the word more than enough,
a foreign tongue and culture, I had trouble understanding
My uniquely pristine terrain was ΉӨMΣ
My business was not extended to these cruel organisms
My body was not open to these merciless cuts
My fluid...
•._.••´¯''•.¸¸.•'
I am dizzy
but for now they are gone,
No more agony
I look around me finally
Lifeless white, lifeless shine
my liquids on the floor,
No soul
Back in my world,
One could not compare
the lack of luster behind these walls
to our fresh, fragrant colored happiness
I did not take in pride
as much as I did in these moments
My liquid- blood as they called it
was ironically the most beautiful thing in that cursed room
A splash of amber on haunting floors
I wonder if ΉЦMΛПƧ bled like us?
Why must I be thinking like this?
I already decided how I felt about these beings
They were no good
They captured me
Trapped me
Pried me
Taunted me
But I reminded myself that my species wasn't all good
As much as I am justified in my anger
Perhaps there's good ΉЦMΛПƧ too?
Another thing picked away at me,
really got under my skin
They clearly thought they were above me
At least in the sense that I was mere entertainment for them
Like a budding flower to be stripped away
They considered themselves superior
Over my home and species
They've given me a little name
Taking it to heart even, playfully
I am sincerely asking,
what does ΛLIΣN mean?
Jun 22, 2019
Jun 22, 2019 at 8:00 AM UTC
Motorized
Cretins assemble at the Gates
__
IT'S TIME FOR LOVE
------
The black and the red and the brown
Colors
Of our hell
Flow freely
------
Come dear
Come rack my flesh
With your
Demented claws
I want to see the scars
Across my face
-------
LOVE
----------
Come!
We will climb the High Hill
And jump off and be DEAD
-----
At last!
------
---
Motorized
Cretins
WE
play our "parts"
All too well
-----
But such a story
We
Get to tell!
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 4:10 PM UTC
We were indefinite
moments
We were habits
built and snapped
promises made and snuffed
We were village idiots
nocturnal cretins running
stop signs and red lights
and bounding a hundred miles an hour
down empty highways
at three o’clock in the morning
chattering and chortling
and secretly feeling
at each other’s hearts
trying to hoodwink the universe
into believing
even for a moment
that we were more
than just a flock of sleepless kids
searching for unattainable
meaning
Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 4:18 PM UTC