"derranged" poems
My Dear, My Love
I Need Your Attention
Just For A Moment
To Keep It Is Not My Intention
If I Was To Play You Our Song
The One That Drives You Off Our Cliff
Would You Push Me First
Or Would You Just Go Stiff
How Can I Love You
If You're Not Willing To Live
If You Wouldn't **** Me First
How Can I Trust You With A Shiv
Listen *** I Love You An All
But First And Foremost
Can You Love You At All
I Love You For You
And If You Don't Love You Too
Well Then I'll Have To Go
For It's Something That I Just Need To Know
It's Quite An Innocent Plot
No Twisted Old Whispers
You're Just Something That I Am Not
Don't Get Me Wrong
That's All I Want You To Be
For I Didn't Love You Because You Were Me
I Loved You Because You Were You
Don't You See
Listen Darling, For I Do Need You
But I Need You Because Well
I Am Me And You Are You
And That Is Something That Causes Great Pause
See I Can Only Love You If I Am Still Me
So You Can Only Love Me If You Are Still You
If You're A Terrible Driver And You Can't Tie Your Shoe
Yes Love, I Said It
You Should Come First
Because Well Honestly
You're The One That Could Burst
If You Don't Love You Most
It's Simple You See
If It Came Down To Us
I Hope You'd **** Me
So Don't Say You'd Change
Come Love, Don't Be Derranged
Society Says It's Sick
But Hunny, It's The Way We Stick
I am Your Lock
And You Are My Key
So Society I Will Mock
If It Takes You From Me
Don't Ever **** You First
That Creates My Worry
If You're Willing To Leave Me
How Can We Make Putty
If You Would Do Anything
To Save Me From Hell
Then Darling, I'm Sensing
We'll Fall Down A Well
If You Love You
Then I Know It's True
Because Well I Love You In A Tree
And You'll Do What's Best For You
Proving That You Love Me Times Three
If You're Lock Suddenly Stops Fitting My Key
Then Baby, It's Kinda Like You've Set Me Free
If I Fell In Love
With What I Liked
Then What I Wanted
Was The Fight
Don't Love Me Unconditionally
Because Baby, You'll Get Tired
You'll Find A Condition
And We'll Be Re-Wired
You Wouldn't Even Be My Key
So Please Please
Oh Please
I'm Begging You
*Just **** Me...*
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 5:13 AM UTC
I am no vessel of perfection.
I'm crazy, unstable and emotional.
My hair never lays quite right.
My clothes aren't the most expensive.
I am no vessel of perfection.
I talk to myself.
I see things that aren't there.
I'm not the skinniest girl ever.
I am no vessel of perfection.
I'm adamant in what I believe.
I'm loud and derranged.
My room is usually messy.
I am no vessel of perfection.
I care too much.
I'm too nice.
I hate school and my grades ****
I am no vessel for perfection;
and yet, she still seems to think
I am flawless.
I am the sunshine.
She says that I am her world.
She holds me when I cry.
Her kisses make me weak in the knees.
My hands fit perfectly in hers.
She says that I am her world.
She is my last missing puzzle piece.
Her beauty is remarkable.
I don't deserve someone so wonderful.
She says that I am her world;
She says that I am the one.
She asked me to marry her,
and all I could do was gawk.
I am no vessel for perfection;
But for some reason, she seems to think
I make the world go round.
Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 12:15 PM UTC
TRAPPED
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In an illusion of myself
Caught between the past and my own selfishness
Isolated between four walls that are caving in
Hearing the whispers of the unloved
Left alone with just memories to haunt me
No one could hear my cries for help
Nails digging in my back
Slowly puncturing my delicate skin
Feeling my blood seep afloat and slowly stream
Just the right amount of pain
One face left to clench my stomach
Her piercing green eyes in the rage they stayed
Her lips formed into a knarled, derranged twist
Her words cutting like daggers all over my body
Her hair flowing like a monster's
Isolated
I try to scream but it is caught in my throat
Flashing back to the age of six
The monster ontop of me
Enjoying every little cry for help
A man who was suppposed to be a father
Corrupting an innocent child for his own twisted pleasure
He does not know how much he isolated me in my own little world
He laughs at my attempted cries for help
I will Never be the same
Corruption
Purging because of my thoughts
The concept was introduced to me
I Never thought I was beautiful
I never really had the chance to be beautiful
Corrupted by uncontrollable words
I don't understand
Looking into the mirror at the monster that I have become
Twisted
Always hid the razor a place where no one would find it
The one thing that I could always rely on
Something that would stay with me
Just wanted someone to love me
Someone to care
Feel the razor slice across my skin
Tears mixing with the blood
Wishing I were never born
Or accomplished my attemped suicide last year
TRAPPED in the thoughts inside my own head
Isolated in the unheard tears I have been crying
Corrupted by the surrounding people
Twisted in my own thoughts and actions
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 9:17 AM UTC
i'm never entirely sure
where my bruises come from
but their presence is strangely pleasant
like a voice message left by a moment
so very long-forgotten
i've gotten awful far by going nowhere
just look how i glisten
listening to secrets sliding
through the near silence of no place private
slightly derranged and completely distant
lovely
and removed from social soliloquies
to the self appointed throne of thoughtful longing
belonging's just such a bore
when you're built to scream to existence
like a super-nova through a telescope's lense
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 6:05 PM UTC
Clairvoyant vision and elegant rythym
Perfect expression and she saw within him
She was powerful, she was undeplorable
Loosing her, made writing unlegible
Heterocromic brown eyes
Draws regret to his lies
Her voice can change the tide
and incinerate your soul inside
He was derranged, blind, and in pain
Thus he inflicted so much of the same
He could not forgive his serious miststakes
Unable to change, he turned the page.
A new being, a new man
He will correct his change
And never look for blame
Complete and imperfect.
He will await a new first kiss
with the illustrious
This poem was written about a teenage boy
He was young, aggravated, and destroyed
He met a young girl who was everything
He failed to act right and express his meaning
His impatients and unappreciation ended
Timely mended, led him to understanding.
If you know and love what you have, you will never loose it...
unless it needs to be lost and refound.
Jan 13, 2012
Jan 13, 2012 at 4:53 PM UTC
plateaued at a brittle line
bittersweet and gentle wine
leveled into numb divine
derranged blanket of resign
hit the deck to give a rise
tragic traffic through reprise
the darkest piece within you dies
white innocence surrounds your eyes
Jun 15, 2011
Jun 15, 2011 at 3:19 PM UTC
.. can i talk to u for a mintue ?
u c i got this problem i cant stop sinnin
constantly sippin in this liquor im swimmin
injecting my venom in trifling *** women
estilo derranged do u like? are u grinning?
can i b ur savior and lift up ur spirit?
burning slow till i slowly diminish..
and wats left u can keep cuz baby im finished ..
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 1:00 AM UTC
The secrets that I carry,
Will forever reside in my soul,
They will be buried,
For my innocence they stole,
They tear me up inside,
Until they get what they achieve,
They no longer want to hide,
They want everyone to believe"
The degration I feel about the molestation,
The derranged look in his eyes,
When he stole my innocence,
I am not one of revenge,
But I will seek my vengance,
How could it be,
An older man after a mere child,
He was my brothers father,
To make things more vile,
He enjoyed every kick and scream,
He is not behind bars,
It feels as if a nightmare, or a twisted dream,
It will forever haunt me, just like the scars
I am never believed,
They dont care what I say,
They think I try to decieve,
I never thought they would care anyway
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 6:20 PM UTC
She found herself in the closet,
Where she once had been,
Her mother had beaten her,
Blamed her of comitting a sin,
Her jaded green eyes,
Both troubled and pleased,
Filled with horror and surprise,
Her mother would decieve,
She had become a monster,
A victim to her distress,
She was her mother's outlet,
To her never ending stress,
Her long frail fingernails,
Liked to curl up in a fist,
Beating her daughter senseless,
Her face in a derranged twist,
The bruises on her body,
A sign of her mother's rage,
She was a troubled book,
You could barely decipher a page,
There was a touch of bitterness in her heart,
A fire of hatred in her soul,
Rage had torn her apart,
She was no longer whole
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 4:57 PM UTC
Four play & War paint
Absorbin horror shows
The noises that corner mse
So many foreign coodinates
Drip through my head
I am the messenger
A witch you will never burn
Surely they'll stop hurting me
I play dead
Stuck in fetal positions
Just a symptom
Of disease.....
Probably
I'm a parasite some might say
So excited when your dead
Last 8 minutes where the
Brain stem shares
The mountains
You fail to create
Download from your database the endless wishes
You facilitate
We arrange to make love
Oh, but make haste
Flashes attack before they fade
I like the fact that you can hang
Background folk rap
I bet this my soundtrack
Where I conjure compassion
And scorch out all of my bad habits
Rig up the riot gear
Ready the weapons
Slow up my heart rate
I will no longer
let this anger take me
Four play and war paint
Derranged
They have trained us
To crave what's dangerous..
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 3:05 AM UTC
I dont have my head on straight, im putting my wants before my needs, my priorities are all messed up, and my mind is so far gone, my decisions are slurred, my morals are derranged and yet again i dont know what im doing with my life, i dont know where i went wrong, i dont know when everything turned to **** i dont know what to depend on anymore.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 2:49 PM UTC