"deranges" poems
Bad poetry makes me ugly:
Look, each line, a cliche
Each blemish, a simile;
My smile grows more bitingly smug
With each overzealous superlative.
My raccoon eyes are ringed
By metaphorical self delusions,
Badly performing alliteration-
All improvisations of incompetence;
And then the clash of symbol, deranges all thought.
Choose only the wound that is in your heart
That you would earnestly enlarge upon,
Steadfastly ignoring all the others.
Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 10:52 AM UTC
So is this an addiction, a crude misconception?
Mostly feeling the wind creased in the wrong direction.
What I thought I like, what they told me I was,
Now fades from the glimpses of eternity.
Fashioning a pedestal for a new tomorrow,
Blind but with faith I caress all this sorrow,
I bid you adieu, **** you, subdued.
No I am not in remorse, I cannot alter my force.
By the fact that the energy deranges like swollen entropy.
Can be acknowledged yet immaterial to intrigue.
Echoing the silence that for soothers to ring.
Loss of the false feel of psuedo-histrionic-apathy.
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 4:16 PM UTC
A part of the world where there's no dawn
Lies a factory of processed hatred
It stays unaffected
Within its walls
Not one person has able to locate it
Due to the fact it was never supposed to be found
Conspiracy abound
It is not ingested
Leaving the populace congested
With retorts and unpleasant exchanges
Increasing the percentage of the deranges
How are we able to survive in this?
I can't comprehend the stronger minds
How did they pull it off?
I want to know
I aim to shut down the Hatred Factory
It should of never transpired
It lurks for people to hire
And does the exact opposite of aspire
That's why we never get higher
Just lower on the barometer
Wake up
Wake up
Please, for the future
But I guess it will be too late.
Keep your products from the Hatred Factory
I'll stay outside of its influence.
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 3:19 AM UTC
CRESENT OF SINS
full and half empty bottles of beer;
scattered broken glasses,
deranges the cracked brown hued floor
music gales from an old c.d changer
inebriated guzzler mumbles in incoherent murmur
denuded nubile cavorts merrily
their sleek oiled frame shimmering in the fuzzy light
ghoulish **** silhouette walks in fluid and sinuous manner
fog like smoke chokes the room
marijuana and cigarette smoke amalgamates
swirling up merged into an eternal marriage
heels clad trollops clatters in the room
swaying their assets provocatively
boozers gapes intently with hazy eyes
raising their neck in unison
they ogle at the lure with entranced lust
two vague humanoid shapes lurks in a corner
moans escaping in raspy staccato
musk,booze,drugs defines this room
besotted species lie on filthy squalid floor
vocalizing dirge melodies
lost in muddled blur
dancers prances up and down
crushing cans and glasses in spirited tempo
yelling their lungs out
as the music drown their voices and worries
deep in the gist of the city
irrational rants emanates from every angle
sundry light floods the clear night
as merry goers sip cheap and expensive liquor
sloven hookers milks cash from patrons
the night conceal this cresent of sins
everyone is on a business
the party continues
the music get more stentorian
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
[{chronicles of the dumb speaker}]
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 8:16 AM UTC
But not if is love almost;
is one’s riches
the half manuscripts
confuse sake
its or
demon specialised
dramas ultimate novels aims
all for indeed?
Next perhaps.
Overthrow
they reason one most in also absolutely;
one of the men
of an equally the;
that from honest seem real.
Life a this degrees
health investigations.
Man who.
The afraid.
Disturbs that of is a;
the its.
Time appears deranges to.
To it statesmen is it all most sacrificed a goal;
motives it.
To with;
comic the occupies the;
that be has is of otherwise;
that where love wicked;
of it entirely taken.
And strictly human one ministerial;
been
humanity knows in aim with part;
itself ask earnest and that spirit.
And it.
This plays sometimes and;
most a be hair;
not the faithful in
and thoughts it most definite
younger in strongest why is.
But to pursued confusion
it how profound it;
and effort makes interrupting love
than earnest portfolios tragic.
To seriousness ethereal of.
May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 4:51 PM UTC
If nothing. Ever. ******* Changes.
The next best thing just rearranges.
Everything your bleary mind
Remembers you would hide behind.
If nothing. Ever. ******* Changes.
Same old **** you moved deranges
Warping so you'll never find
What not to see you must be blind.
If nothing. Ever. ******* Changes.
You stand still while life estranges.
What's immobile can't unwind
Leaving you taught, alone, unkind.
"No, nothing never doesn't stay the same"
"So something forever isn't sort of a game?"
Yeah, the name doesn't blame what it buckles in shame
the name doesn't blame under shame.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 8:42 PM UTC
That’s not all we crave for
Need to think greater and apart
Cease the heart that pertains to sink
Call the clouds and moon to fill
Something deep rings, deranges the mind
All of a sudden takes a good hype
Rule, that arouses your way to fluctuate
You always stand, start to communicate
Stop staring at case studies of contacts
Wrap yourself with a fake display
Curb the waves that come out of you
Evaporate the saline feelings every second, each day
Keep a watchword on the box
Remember the stones and stars from it
Never give a way to form a channel
Reach to the accounts and blast the kernel
Stuck to the part
Taste the fodder
Rely upon the words
That come from the locker
You tried every time to set in
It’s not worth being benign, you see
Prayed and yelled, stooped and flowed
Two and three but next comes all
Going then on the trial for sure
Deeming and searching for the new and more
The twin feeling still exists here
But the keys that open, don’t care to bother
Rank your necessities and set your liabilities
As a sequel, honor will be yours
Leave the opponent and ponder for winning
Close to the soul, bear no more
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 1:23 PM UTC