"cthulhu" poems
i'm your o so wanna be lover
I'm afraid not what you would expect though
i admit to being a difficult pleasure
perhaps
a tad strange looking
squishy with long tentacles
half man half octopus
with a winking cycloptic eye
i entreat you
looks can be deceiving
how many pretty boys have you loved
crawling worms for a soul
that have left you a ruined creel
a jagged cry chattering tears of desolation
have you ever asked your self
who adores you
who would give all to protect love and cherish
i'm waving my eight arms at you
from the center of the universe
i eat black holes to kiss your ***
am i not a cosmic horror
with my big Cthulhu smile
quivering with tenderness
do you hunger for butter **** lollypop
i have two big **** heartbreakers
with teardrop curves
a feast for your ravenous holes of emptiness
and many armed tentacles to hold you tight
to slither all over your tender woven caves
to pull you into me
with suckers that thrill
during swirling inky *****
i will unravel your mind
your soul tilthed
if you can get passed
my
gray rubbery boneless head
i can push this shape-shifting balloon face
through your annul tubular contours
all the way up your beautiful ***
licking
salivating
tickling into your
tender bowel and throat
like a great dancing tongue
a stretched waving goodness
entering your mouth from the back side
can pretty pretty do that?
come slowly unto me my beloved
i am all chromatophores
endless glittering nightlights
incandescent
so we may wander our way through long dim nights ******
in the deep deep dark
with tentacle ***** galore
an infinity of entertainment
for every crevice and desire
and one winking cycloptic eye
that pierces your soul
Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 3:31 PM UTC
all aluminum alloy ammo
bane bat brakes badly basters back bones
come call cthulhu Cristo cuz
dead ********** dominate de download
even elven eternal endowments
fail frivolously flaming for fair fraudulence
grant good goggles give grandiose gratuity
how hella homeboys have how he has
If I ignore I implicate its implore
jack jacks jacks
kay killla kooks krack
LAPD locks la lackeys
maybe mom made mad monoxide
no, no natural nix NOx neutralizes
oh over overt opp only overlay orphic
please protest politely panic pretenses perpetuity
quiet quivers quiet queens
remember rage reaps reciprocity
so sour sits supplanters sat
to tell them to tare trail *** tat?
universal unhappiness underlays under us
victory validates victors vanity
why warble when winners wont waste worry wanting
x-axis x-rays Xerophagy Xanax Xanthorroea
you yodel yonder yet yahweh's yells Yarrish
zero zag zealots zoos
Jun 20, 2012
Jun 20, 2012 at 4:40 AM UTC
My god is love
Your god is God
I know it sounds odd
I wish to be cod
That swim through your veins
Until I go insane
Invading your mind
So I may know your kind
I have to tip my hat
When you say the world is flat
And I shift into a stiffer constitution
When you say you don't believe in evolution
My love is strictly fundamental
Our differences infinitesimal
I cannot deny
This temptation inside
This inflation of mine
I want to walk with you like Jesus
If in that moment you could freeze us
I'd believe forever
Through any endeavor
That two gods were merged
And true odds were purged
My life would be surged
Into perfection
By a reception
Love is a fabled fraud on the scene
Until I find a god in the machine
You heretically hide in between
Fields of green and wet dreams
Your smile takes me there
To realize we're no pair
So I become Cthulhu
In order to fool you
When you're the giant squid
And I'm just a kid
If I want to be caught in your tendrils
I'll have to work on my fundamentals
I dream of Athena
After you make Cupid look stupid
While holding a noose
With the power of Zeus
But I still want more
To hammer like Thor
Yet after all my plotting
I'm still frozen like Skadi
When I face a titanic task
I wear a panicked mask
Obtaining a reluctant martyr's luck
When my emotions run hot as ****
I face the wrath of god
Inside your cattle ****
So I wait like the Buddha
Wishing I never knew ya
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 5:09 AM UTC
How sweet the name of Cthulhu sounds
In raving mystics' screams!
It drives them mad, enflames their brains,
And troubles all their dreams.
It brings insanity and dread
Into the world of men,
This world which once seemed safe and sane
Shall not make sense again.
We gaze upon thy face more dread
Than any watchful dragon;
And sing the eternal hymn to thee,
Ia ia Cthulhu fhtagn.
Cthulhu! my dead yet sleeping king,
Thy cults shall be restored,
Thy tomb shall rise to air again,
Just, r'lyeh, r'lyeh, Lord.
Weak is our twisted woodland dance
And cold our campfires cursed,
But when the stars shall rise aright,
We shall be eaten first.
May 23, 2010
May 23, 2010 at 6:26 PM UTC
Did Lovecraft have it right
no heaven but hell
cold and wet and dark
Wandering insane
not right in the brain
hell having left
it's mark
The slip and the slide
unheard and unseen
creeping just beyond ken
Plausible creaks
and blood that will streak
every now
and then
How do we gauge it's existence
comprehension
just out of reach
Letting our own imaginations
wander and stumble the peaks
Our hair standing up
high on the napes of our neck
Superstitions of myth and of legend
no facts, just fictions
too check
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 6:15 PM UTC
Tremble and hail at Cthulhu's call
Who is Cthulhu?
the Ancient One, A Dark God
first recorded by H.P Lovecraft
once long ago
Now, Cthulhu has several followers
few at first but rapidly on the rise
Cthulhu is very real and soon will be revealed
He's in deep slumber
Way below in R'lyeh
far under the sea
If ever he shall awaken
The whole world will be shaken
All humanity will be lost
Only a whisper of a spell
From the Necronomican
Can seal him back to his tomb
Beware for when the stars align, R'lyeh will suddenly appear
and Cthulhu will revive his subjects
To rule this Earth once more
Cthulhu, the powerful, ancient, and he who knows all
Come and heed his call
He speaks telepathy to those who will listen
Come, Cthulhu, your child awaits
To hear your voice and spread your message
To those who don't believe
Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 12:59 AM UTC
To swim the slimy seas the ocean o’er
And gag upon the rank and rotten air
Filthy with sailor’s curse and foulest swear
In search of lost and dearly loved Lenore,
To open up the inner sanctum’s door
And call (in tongues unfit for holy prayer)
Clammy Cthulhu forth from out his lair,
Will be to me most pleasant evermore.
And like a count who shuns the light of day
And moves by candlelight in chilly gloom,
Or a black witch that wears a sacred bloom
Of belladonna on her breast alway,
I live where the scarecrow spies the blackbird’s lark:
I live within the cold and rainy dark.
O.O
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 2:28 PM UTC
Children of the moon
Wait for Cthulhu's return
As they dine on human fear
In hopes he will appear
When The stars align
It will stand with straightened spin
opening his tired eyes
Followed by the worlds demise
Sleeping in a hole
Far beneath the sea
He delivers horrid scenes
to a chosen fews dreams
Visions of the future
Drowned in smouldered ash
Screams of countless voices
Silenced in a flash
When you look upon his face
A horror to behold
There’s no chance to turn and run
Your soul has turned too cold
Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 10:38 AM UTC
in the void
the darkness
the sapphire shadows below
i have waken soon all of mankind will know
from the waters i rise
to bring you a cold wet demise
the tides they turn the moon she burns
the great flood is here
the ground soaks in the oceans tears
oh my followers they wept
deep down in the depths
how long have i slept?
celestial dreams my planet of rings
judgment and their cries
"no one can escape her watchful eyes"
now that i am awake terra she shakes
man is five and yes i am eight
the tentacles from your nightmares
the dreams that you hate
the cleanse has begun
my song is now sung
all hear my call
the great cthulhu brings you your fall
Nov 26, 2020
Nov 26, 2020 at 12:30 AM UTC
From dankest monsters we desire increase,
That thereby Cthulhu's rose might never fly,
But as the ****** should by time travel,
His tender hare might bear(the bear would eat the hare though) his memory:
But thou, contracted ebola to thine own bright laser eyes,
Feed'st thy light's rave with self-substantial diesel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content
And, tender churl, makest waste in niggarding.
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 1:49 AM UTC
To sailors mad and poets in pain,
In dreams of unimagined colors,
Appeared Cthulhu horror-bearer
Spreading phantoms to their brain
Praise Cthulhu Lord of Terror
Harbor of sleep to the insane.
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 6:01 PM UTC
Step to me, o' child of sun.
Come along, o' mother moon.
Join us all, o' father time.
To a place where all laws stop.
Space, Time, Order, Chaos.
Endlessly shifting, altered eternal.
Dimensions shatter, reality falls.
Forces bubble, gravity smashed.
Crackling quarks, equal
Universal heart attack.
Past the end of forever, and
Through the border of nevermore.
To see the secret of the universe,
Follow me to the edge of infinity.
Life, Death, Love, Hate.
Man's quest, forever unanswered.
Truth and lies, dishonest alibis.
Questioning reason, senses falter.
Beyond understanding, lies true reality.
Cthulhu rules, Man madly dies.
Turn through time eternal.
Rush past the door of eternity.
To see the secret of the universe,
You must follow to the edge of infinity.
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 6:46 PM UTC
It should be the most desired sight of all
the person whom you hope to live and die
so, this fire feels like love against our skin
we ramble on, in stasis,
caught ablaze and smoke
fills our lungs. There are sirens too loud
and too few to do any rescuing.
Kiss me you, fool.
Before the sky envelops us,
there's a mammoth of an alien
peaking through the sky's cracks,
tentacles grabbing.
No mercy.
There are no words,
for stars littering the sky
at daylight, and there's no use
in semantics for what unravels
in front of us.
But mathematics and optics,
equations letting sight pierce
through time. We are gorgeous as
we gasp for air, our life forces divided,
and allotted to some place distant.
What would our ancestors say?
Too proud to hike up death's skirt
and steal a look. Isn't this what we are?
Hungry.
Would they be proud
or would we be considered fools
to think we are untouchable?
Why not let our lips spark like
the bolts igniting the sky,
why not resort ourselves to ghosts
and haunt each other's great relatives
Shouldn't we give in
and behave as if
we're the last of our kind?
Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 12:58 AM UTC
What if
we
said no
to demons
we
already
know
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 10:58 AM UTC
You are not summoning some young ****
It’s Saitama or Cthulhu in a **** poor mood cuz
the peasant keep ******* up his voodoo.
But you knew that, didn’t you?
Yeah, I bet. In fact, let me check.
Yes, there’s that obvious lack of respect.
I’d recognize your cowardice object anywhere.
I acknowledge it and deflect. What’s next?
No thanks. Sounds like you need to detox anyway.
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 8:03 AM UTC
God, I wish
I was a demonic
Cthulhu-like being.
Bearing appendages
that are reminiscent
of a squids tentacles,
with the exception
of having pulsing
**** heads
on the
ends.
I've
had
some
fun
with
these
sick
and
low
thoughts.
Dec 22, 2021
Dec 22, 2021 at 6:57 AM UTC
Regreso del mas alla,
con otra cara que no tiene,
el doctor.
El doctor se mueve en el espacio,
con manos mas que manos.
Tiene una cara que no se espera.
Yo quisiendo ser diferente,
tendre que esperar siglos,
y poemas, operas y mas.
A tender y regresar a otra piel
Se da cuenta que es Cthulhu
Es propio de sus astucias
Es audaz y magistral
Es poca su desolación
Es menester su cuerpo oscuro
Oscuro el master que maneja
Es mas que original es piel
Es Doctor StrangeLuv and
how to love to time travel
Sep 14, 2021
Sep 14, 2021 at 8:17 PM UTC
and the difference between
a higher tier whiskey
and a lower tier whiskey?
higher tier: pale amber...
lower tier:
tickling caramel bourbon...
and yes:
i like my alcohol with
a story of its own,
one of exploring
the palette...
yes... glen moray:
there's certainly
butter-scotch in it...
but the lemongrass?
not with every glass,
which is why
i find connoisseurs
suspect...
not from one
glass,
and certainly not
from a sniffing around...
unlike *****
drank properly:
shoved into a freezer
and then drank
smoothly like
a gômme syrop...
whiskey:
the profanity of
sipping it straight...
or mixing it like
some British WWI
colonel
with some soda water...
on ice...
one minute delay...
culls the bite
of any excess Smokey
Fitzpaddy left...
neck on the guillotine!
oh but i have drank
to the brain-drain
body numbing
stages of youth's exploits...
famously
Edinburgh's snakebite:
half a cider, half a lagger
topped with blackcurrant
concentrate...
what?! not lagger?
what then... lager,
i.e. lay-ger?
digger not dye-ger
of diger?
no via
no why as to why:
it's dein-ger
for danger
and hop-hop for
the dagger of Brutus?
et tu: tutti ******* frutti...
hop-hop:
Easter bunny softy,
as i...
et tu:
as an epitaph with
no grave...
and however
many maxims...
said puppet in
the fiddly tongue-tied
aspect of death's
philosopher stone:
the Hindu wild-eyed
traffic of reincarnation...
epitaph contra
maxims:
life's load
and a foot dent
on the earth like:
the one that they won't
take a photograph
of: as they did
of the one on the moon...
pointless going
to Mars...
not taking random
earth objects
to the moon...
to see:
funny-whacky
gravity do don't:
sample some
clock-ticking
on the father
to the daughters of
the tides,
the rains...
and all:
and they minded
the egoist...
while they shoved
the whole universe
in their minds with
cthulhu receptors:
and...
well... it wasn't exactly
1990s television static...
or... what the sight
of Belzeebub looks like...
the whole lagger
not lager "debate"?
i don't even want to bring
diacritical marks into
this...
and i won't!
first prize: silver sputnik
of brunswick...
now all i'm missing
is a banjo... and a toothpick...
as ever this medium:
concentrates upon the motto:
sequor lepus albus.
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 8:19 PM UTC