"deviousness" poems
There once was a young man named Feste, and he was not a very good young man.
He was a thief, and a sneaky one at that. He would go to all of the stores in the market and steal anything that he pleased.
He loved to steal from the baker and the butcher especially.
He would go to his hiding place in the forest after his deviousness and eat away his stolen treasures, brooding on what a “clever little boy” he was.
The baker and the butcher knew though. They noticed him coming in most days and leaving in quite a hurry. They could not actually catch him in the act, but they knew beyond a doubt what he was doing. They were having drinks together one night though when they devised a clever scheme to stop him from stealing ever again. The butcher carved up a juicy ham, and the baker baked up a delicious pie, but they added a little something extra to it…
The butcher made sure to quite a bit of alcohol into the ham, and the baker did the same with his pie. They both set their two traps in the store, right when the spoiled thief Feste came strolling into the market with his eyes gleaming.
The baker watched him walk into his shop,the pie disappeared.
The butcher watched him walk into his shop, the ham disappeared.
They both smiled and went about their work.
Feste rushed to his hiding place and devoured his stolen goodies so fast that he didn’t even realize how peculiar it seemed to taste...
Not long after, he started to feel strange. Numb and stupid. He ran towards the village, acting a buffoon. The villagers stared and laughed at Feste acting so odd. His mother found him though and brought down the fury.
“Feste! Why are you acting like a **** fool?" She demanded.
He threw out a few words in a drunken stupor and swayed in place.
"Wait.. have you been drinking!?” She screamed.
“Noe maum! Allll Ie had todae is pie and haam!” He stammered in a drunken sway.
“And where exactly did you get those!?” She inquired.
Feste had a look of terror on his face and grew silent.
He was found out to be the no good thief and was punished severely, because his mother thought he stole the alcohol as well as the pie and ham, and he couldn’t prove otherwise.
Feste never stole again and he even apologized to the butcher and baker, though they still do have a laugh now and then…
The End
Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 7:03 PM UTC
Waiting for the subway and talking on the phone with her, he asked: pepperoni or cheese? You choose. “Pepperoni would be good,” she said and he hung up. The 7 train arrived, blowing back his hair. The doors opened with a dull beep and he stepped through into the air conditioning.
He sat down in the plastic orange seat, putting his backpack on the floor in between his calves. When he stopped by at their favorite, Franco’s, “Pepperoni or cheese? You choose.” Pe – Cheese would be good, he found himself saying. In a strange act of deviousness, he decided it would be a brilliant joke.
At home, she was disappointed when she saw and went to heat up spinach leftovers. As she opened the microwave door and put in the white ceramic bowl, a great sadness came over him, and he only managed to swallow down a few bites before dropping the profane slice back onto his plate.
Dec 19, 2010
Dec 19, 2010 at 10:55 AM UTC
Most cringe at the fringes of reality, mind-splitting dualities
tear apart what's known, but its a start to grow, a seeker, a
keeper of secrets you have grown to be, yearning to be free by
learning what has to be, but you dare not to care, to show the
divine glow, hiding by gliding behind the shadows, and now
twisted wits slit your mental capacity fastening locks that
casually create apathy, now callously you afflict, lifting veils
that trick, gifting secrets by sifting through weakness,
designating your self a genius, resignating your true gist with
lists of accomplishments that compliment your ego, letting go of
your whole creating a hole that needlessly creates your
deviousness of pure meanness that's created quite an inconvenience
to a once great friendship.
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 3:06 PM UTC
i will never be skull crushed in a white powder prison
im free chicken passed out to the home seeking
because home is just where you put your ****
forget about where my heart is
its been sliced melted and reforged
flames that lick to the center of a tootsie pop
making the blood boil so the candy coating bursts of an inside
less than visually appealing is how i view my skeletal structure
didn't stop it from poking out when i jumped from your window
keep your friends close and enemies at a distance
because regardless the season of life no other purpose not dipped in deviousness
gives rise to rational of keeping the damage in arms reach
its not unlike the scissor strokes dancing a tap show on the wrist
i just never saw a reason to it
then again i can't see life like you do
my eyes get stuck on the things i see beauty in
which is mostly this new girl
sometimes the scenery
then these flashes of a easy time
regardless
my irreverence stems from deep inadequacies
beg the question to forget the answer
and to the east i walk
lets find a way
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 10:42 PM UTC
A Poet named Catullus
and Lesbia, his muse,
lived in a time of Civil War
when loyalties are confused.
Their field of battle was their bed
where Love and lust contend.
That place where all their passion
petered out and found an end.
It would seem Hades hath no fury
like a Latin poet scorned.
His Lesbia he would abuse
in prose, in Rhyme and song.
Where once he praised her beauty
and swore they'd never part,
he now condemns her deviousness
and damns her cheating heart.
The more things change
they stay the same
when Love decays to hate
They, who once coiled in adulterous sheets,
now despise each others name.
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 7:09 AM UTC
We're bored like monks
in the margins
of ancient scripture.
We want to leave behind lazy hieroglyphs
and accidental red herrings
feigning illumination
rendered by the deviousness of time
in its enclave,
running a brush of flaky gold paint
over delicate decadence
and sprinkling dust like a fairy--
we are to believe it is all
some ancient treasure.
We prance in the ether of the material world
in junkyards where we sift through the wreckage
coddling memories like drying uteruses,
realizing our generation will not leave behind artifacts
worthy of nostalgia's ensconcing embrace.
With that realization we weep and
We continue to dig.
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 10:21 AM UTC
Golden lochs gently kiss her shoulders
in a mass of beautifully divine color
a peaceful solitude floats above her
smiles wide bringing her to that special place...
The most beautiful translucent blue eyes
piercing, tranquil, like ice on fire
blessed she be...gorgeous
look into her eyes deeply...
Appears the hint of deviousness
devotion, delicate, empowering
Heart to give she strives to live
devoid of that dream state happiness...
I once got lost in those beautiful eyes
taken in like a hellfire vortex
liquid blue mystery, sapphire times two
extruding sweetness and bleeding hope...
Live,love, laugh wrapped into one
I've seen her in action.leading the fun
does she exist in more than my mind
certainly this Goddess is more than a dream
For now you all know her name....is Christine...
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 5:58 PM UTC
She is radiant
Strong and loyal
And I fear for her
Because the good don't last
Chopped down for the 'greater good'
The best of people flicker out of this world
'Please stay' I beg
But she is set
Her will must be done
She is the queen of this palace
And I am but a guard
Dearest Queen, I've felt the lumberjack's axe
And I shiver at the memories
And I lose myself
Why must you put yourself in his path?
Why do you taunt him to chop you down?
He is cold and unfeeling
His axe will swing
And down you will go
Should you fall, I will too
And I will lose myself in the knowledge
That I could not protect you
Because I am a peasant
And you are the Queen
Your will is law
I am scared
I am so scared
It is hard to breathe
As my mind supplies all the ways
Your plan could go wrong
Please, dear Queen
Spare me the knowledge of your plots
Because I am weak
And I am prone to break
Lately I am prone to break
And my mind is not okay
So please spare me
Until I have healed
And I will chuckle at your deviousness
Once again.
Apr 6, 2013
Apr 6, 2013 at 10:15 PM UTC
i won
plans executed perfectly
and i saved people
i did it
i saved people important to me
with deviousness and trickery
when they say you've done something right
no one will ever know you did anything at all
as relief washes over me
a sense of anger does as well
this never should have been my battle
but I won anyway
I'm the winner
why does this victory feel so hollow?
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC
The blue of his eyes is
Mesmerizing enough
to keep me captivated
But kind enough to let me float
And not drown
He is infinitely dreamy
And he is **infinitely
Mine**
I am found
Behind the cavity of his eyes
Between the beats of his heart
The deviousness lurking
Around the corner of his lips
He is infinitely fine
And he is **infinitely
Mine**
The touch of his
Is velvety enough
To soothe the chasms after a long day
But wild enough to awake
The wolf in me On a new moon night
He is infinitely wild
He is **infinitely
Mine**
I am found
On the tip of his tongue
In between the words,
And in his eloquence
He is infinitely artistic
He is **infinitely
Mine**
The voice of his
Magical enough to put my restlessness Into ease
But playful enough to make my
Heartbeats Flutter
Whenever and however he wishes
He is infinitely magical
He is **infinitely
Mine**
I'm found
In his memories and dreams
In his longings and reality
I'm the music he breathes
With his missing heartbeats
He is infinitely passionate
He is **infinitely
Mine**
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 8:46 AM UTC
Crickets creek under the midnight glow
I hear the Violins strumming to the airy night
And as many stars a glow, the warm gust heightens the senses
And fervor stirs in the belly - warmth, touching, feeling
Flickering candle light momentous glow - lifts your head back
The breathes of air gently brisk on your neck
Guiding it's way to your back
Grasping behind you
Holding you tightly - embracing you
The summer breeze welcomes your deviousness
Your imaginings and all of the wild rage, yearning for touches
Laying your back on the dune under the twinkling ceiling
A distant dream imagined years ago and enters a doubt
Loneliness creeps in and ones ideal twinkles again and hope is restored
The empty echoes filled with cricket squeaks
Jitter bugs and buzzing fills the void of the empty summer breeze
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 2:07 AM UTC
The rather reckless thought in her mind
Implanted in her by the constant chatter between us
The chatter that is all about how deep I long for her
The chatter that makes me a lover unafraid of the sacrifices I have to endure to make her a part of me
The words, the gestures and the whispers are just a hammer forged for a very purpose
The purpose of striking the intends of mine deep down into her
With the passage of time we drifted apart
Neither forced nor built upon the bitterness of our bond, but rather a natural action
We drifted so far from each other that we wake up as strangers
The influence of each other has totally been wiped
For others to take the place where she dwelled was no tedious task
She is nothing but a person of the past
Now a mysterious thought keeps my eyes wide open at dusk
The chatters of the past always have a beginning, a time of ultimate joy and an end regardless of the individual I happen to share these moments
These questions arises within me, questions that are truly unfruitful
Did she ever matter to me?
Was it her I longed or the chatter of getting to understand her better?
When we grew apart did I ever miss her?
Or was it the need for the constant chatter?
Was this an infatuation that I had or was it just her initial charm that failed to excite me as the seasons passed?
Unsettling thoughts are all I have left and questions that I fail to answer
My mind battles itself to understand whether I was the only heartless or was it her as well
In this toxic cycle of unfaithfulness and chatter only to charm the other
Was I the one in wrong all along?
Or is she no different from me in this cycle of deviousness
Mar 17, 2024
Mar 17, 2024 at 11:51 AM UTC
I committed a crime against the state
I effected the money oligarchs make
So they send me away to deflate
Inside a prison estate
The punishment of prison isn’t enough
They want my life to be extremely tough
So they take an unknown parasitic bug
And inject it into my blood
They don’t care what it does or where it goes
Because the main goal
Is that it’s painful
To satiate the disdainful
So I’m stuck in this prison
Because of our decisions
I have a parasitic incision
That starts blurring my vision
In prison I see things bleakly
And my eyes start leaking
On the verge of weeping
Until the bug starts speaking
Telling me not to show weakness
Because I’ll just sleep less
If I display any meekness
I’ll surely reach death
The parasite replaces my eyes
With its own advice
Of not acting nice
And being cold as ice
As it crawls through my skin
Teaching ways to win
That are quite grim
And mortal sins
The parasite tells me the only way to survive
Is to create an environment where evil thrives
So I start sharpening shanks
Like the military manufacturing tanks
Stockpiling my weapons
While I live in deception
Hiding my deviousness from the guards
Whose giant targe
Gives vibrant scars
Behind prison bars
They put me in solitary confinement
For my humble consignment
But my bumbling mind went
Following my blind pet
Telling me to keep fighting
In this tiny room without lighting
It’s the only way to feel lively
When I know I’m slowly dying
The bug says I’m weak
The bug says I’m lonely
So I desperately seek
A way for people to know me
So I spread my **** on the wall
Looking for an officer to brawl
Once the extraction team is called
I don’t feel so small
In a prison of concrete and resentment
I’m drowning in indefinite detention
Which was the intention
Of this sadistic invention
But they forgot to mention
That innocent people end up here
I barbarically **** to inmate cheers
Feeling only hate and fear
The parasite enters their ear
Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 11:00 AM UTC
You got the body I'd like to shatter
Cut open myself on your smile
I'll bleed eternal for an eclipse
A touch I couldn't die without
Watch the sky rain glass
Crystal clouds and their deviousness
For my dreams
Will they come back to being?
Burn explosions into my eyes
So I that I might see you
As always, one last time
{Waiting for the lights to come on}
{Waiting for the sun to go nova}
{Waiting for the end of where I am to lie}
**Don't try to touch these splintered ribs
They cage a beast you can't understand**
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 10:26 PM UTC