Disfiguration poems on Hello Poetry

Yenson Sep 2018

The clone walks and enjoys such wrongful adulation,
Urban myths, falsehoods, lies, such awful fabrications
Knowledge is power make sure its transmogrification
Smears and stench is vital to put our clone in isolation
Defamation and slander in abundance not in moderation

The real man looks awestruck at this nefarious transformation
Sees truth murdered and honesty and decency held in toxic strangulation
Humans have a greater propensity for lies, its has much richer fascination
Lower minds desires basic mental gratification not tedious logical education
They want no news about joy and do-gooders, more about sick disfiguration

The Real Man sees his unblemished life soiled and tainted to sorrowful extinction
To look innocently becomes wantonly ******* women and gals, a ridiculous insinuation
Innocent speech to primed recipients takes on salacious unintended
bent and corrosive modifications
His just and precise actions mangled and their gross interpretations begets their erroneous  illustrations
Clone now walks with character traits and form  far from nothing like The Real Man's true disposition

Then news by lovers now state the Man is the best ever ***** passions without constatation
Not one or two or three ex loves now talks of a smooth hard soft Dolphin and swimming in hot magical elation
Passion, style, rhythm, rock and roll unsurpassed in lustful cool sexxy celebrations
Alas, We can't damage this real prowess so just demonize and ******* and ruin his physical reputation
Talk dirt, turds, talk stupidly about water and no *****, angry little men scream  and stomped in exasperations

Well, Clone shares same as the Man's famed ding ****, and even though hated lives in some females imaginations
And became a guilty secrets and fantasy lover for some knowing ladies when in relaxations
Think of that Charismatic clone with that  magnificent hard pole close and tight in amourous actions
All ready a bone of envy and dread for their menfolk, their worst fears now lives in their women's vivid minds realisations
My clone now makes sweet passionate love with my tool to different moisty **** ladies with my deft cool moves in delightful motions.
While the real Man is banned to loneliness and sentenced to involuntary abstention
My lucky clone is rampantly *******, licking and ******* in fantasy lands from imaginations to vivid imaginations

There you go Clone..Yeah!..move it..darling, yah! move it!....that's it! Wow!!...Oh..Oh...Oh.....,!

Throw me to the wolves and I will return leading the pack.

The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places.

It’s not the strength of the body that counts, but the strength of the spirit.

You have power over your mind, not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength.

#humour #mens #inhumanity #**** #lover #hahaha

Graff1980 Mar 2015

Disfiguration Of War

War makes its’ wicked artistry
Upon the flesh of humanity
Tearing skin
Inversing flesh
Transposing bone and skin
Organs and eyeballs
Such a sickening alchemy
And even when
The flesh remains
Untainted by such warring ways
The soul destruction reigns
Savaging mortal wits
Breaking stern hearts
And turning gentle folk
Into to mad man made monsters
All who come and go
And even those
Who come no more
Are disfigured by the
Horrors of war

Francie Lynch Nov 2015

Play It Again, Will

The story I read, some forty years now,
Burns inside my head.
A young woman, ***** violently
By two brothers,
Hands and face mutilated,
The horror on her father's face.
Vengeance was his alone,
As he murdered her assailants,
And boiled down their bones.
His name was Titus.
The story was four hundred years old.
Re-told from a story three thousand years older.
Re-told today.
Rwanda, Bosnis, Syria, Jordan, Dahlmer et al.
Disfiguration with acid,
Limbs gone missing,
Tongues cut out, black sockets,
Missing parts of humanity
In prison camps and resistence movements.
We're still baking pies and feeding on human flesh.
Shakespeare was never so violent.

Titus Andronicus. A violent, ****** play that seems tame by today's standards.

#violence #**** #shakespeare

Arcassin B Jul 2016

Beautiful Eyes 3 (w/ Wendy StarryEyes)

By Arcassin B & Wendy

AB: Spirits Are kind when you walk their way with virtue,
WS: Mysterious twinkles that ignite the soul within you,
AB: I tell myself time and time again to not stare directly
Right at you,
WS: Burning anothers heart with joy through and through,

WS:A depth transparency that trys so hard to hide your mysterious soul.
AB: I was afraid you'd show your face today , forever beautiful even
When your old.

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AB:
As beautiful as the footsteps that Jesus takes turning Grass
Into gold,
I place my thoughts where they were,
Making memories as I crash through the barriers of
a corrupted Mind,
I use to fantasise about the color of her eyes,
Struggling to get attention from her God-fearing
Stature and appearance lacking of disfiguration
Turning all the heads of the football teams that
Practiced just to get a chance to impress her likeness
In a kind enough "I don't care as long as your a good
Person" type of attitude,
While still inside of my shell I just hope I find the
Exact words the stumble into her heart and her
Mind and her soul letting it behold in shiny colors
Bouncing off aluminum through my bold,
Moves,
Probably not worthy of her time,
Causing sins under the blue skies,
I got alot on my mind,
Don't want her alone like Caroline,
Just sending shivers down my spine,
Wanna pursue her with all ties,
You're thinking your cool , she will never go for that,
With those beautiful eyes.

©ABPoetry2016

http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/07/beautiful-eyes-3-ft-wendy-starryeyes.html

#love #words #eyes #romance #beauty #wanderlust #team #collab #hellopoetry107 #collaberations

ahmo Sep 2015

faking

alone.
I have no semblance of home.

There is nothing in
thickets
that covers
my disfiguration of a disposition.

I will lie
against the grain
and fight
for feigned love.

Nothing loves me
and I love nothing.

I am filing cabinets
infinitely.

I am faking smiles
ardently.

When the end comes
there will be teeth
separated from lips
genuinely.

#love #depression #sadness #end

Jess Jul 2020

Simultaneously Beyond And Within

I AM here
But what I thought was me is fading
which can be odd at times, to say the least

I AM here
and still living in the shading
of an old design, that's not yet released

I AM here
The many rhythms changing
As the tired identity continues obsolete

Farewell my friend
the dissolution will come to end
Now we are free
As you open up to thee

Acquired form appears ambiguous
with true biology slightly contiguous
layered together in amalgamation
Antiquated DNA disfiguration

The patterns are broken
dynamic expression
beyond attachment
to any creation
I AM that---
I AM.

Oct 21, 2019

#i #am #here #presence #identity #realization #self #dna #energy #new

Overwhelmed Feb 2013

scars

let me look at my hand
and see what I see: on it,
a blistered mass, healed
somewhat, but not fully,
and I can remember
the knife sliding in, so
easily, so effortlessly,
like it was meant to.

it hurts, the wound I bear,
and this is not the only one.

most of them are hardly
visible, hiding in my body,
in my mouth, in my heart,
and most of them are old,
no longer holding pain, only
disfiguration.

let me touch this wound,
feel it move with fresh
blood and toughen under
my pressure.

like all of them: it will heal.
time will give this flesh new
life and its stiffness will fade
eventually.

this hand has not grasped
its last knife, and not felt
its last cut.

let me look at my hand
and see only a scar, not
a burden.

nico papayiannis Feb 2016

Realism not Materialism

Realism not materialism, want and not just selfish need
Enough for us all and not a necessity to embarrassingly plead,
Not a fan of truth distortion, being made to feel like my life is someone else's abortion
Why we elect a small minority to deviously rule with the upper hand, then have the audacity to whinge and whine about their ways, I'll never understand.
Materialism,corporate fascism, fuelled by a media hell bent on sabotage and the distribution of vile and endemic culture crushing connotations, the full force of the greatest human division spreads as a disease blanketing all nations
As money truly does go to money then those who facilitate and always bear the brunt of the inevitable collapse shall always be poorer, Without the correct paperwork, or should I say currency, then you have no way of crossing this border
Forget racial discrimination and ******* disfiguration, you can be as homosexual as you choose, even walk around with no shoes, eat beans and green leaves or any type of meat, whichever you please, you carry on and form your self help group , continue to pursue your equality with another expensive campaign, and the likes of me can just sit and supposedly constantly complain, it matters not, the master plan, the global bigger picture, how it will be painted, we have perhaps not enough intellect to say, but we sure as hell all have the humane integrity, values and worth in the role we play
08/02/2016

The Poetic Architect Apr 2016

Pillow Talk

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I can taste my bitter tears
And still grasp you with crippled and blemished nails.
You drove me to the depth of my greatest remorse
Even those unpolished task that I used to adjure,
"I must finish you now."

I am unfeigned.
The hair of my eyelids were drippin' and yawning
Like those falling stars I once believed as fraud.
You taught me how to count the sheeps
In order to face tomorrow at full throttle.

My lips were dried mangoes,
Both my hands were held into the fleecy tree.
I feel like floating, and my shroud was a disgrace,
It keeps on covering every disfiguration
And I want some shutters for my disguise.

I wanna die,
Not to face death
But to welcome life.
Once I was fond of fairy tales
Or superheroes or some bed time stories,
Yet the pages were simple scratches,
They're just torn leaves trying to punch my back.

I used to believe in lies,
Until I became a liar.
I am a lie myself,
I'm dying, death isn't me.
I just died, died in Your arms,
*I still believe.

#lies #life #reality #thoughts #night #rest

Potahtto Jan 2019

do they?

I cannot help but stop and look at bleeding scratches.
Do scratches make you shiver?
Do they?

I cannot help but stop and look at the permanent disfiguration.
Never forget the unending and indissoluble imperfection.
Do mistakes become forgotten?
Do they?

I don't believe that scars are small
Scars are big beyond belief.
Scars are capacious. Scars are largish.
Do scars last forever?
Do they?

Von White Feb 2019

Drenched in ammonia and *****

Imagine figures of sanitation.
Drenched in ammonia and urination.
Insane perceptions purge in disfiguration.
Imagine ***** beneath blisterd bloodied feet.
Rest on alter sharpend blades.
that cut flesh quaintly deep.
Sick at sights of dreaded sheep.
Hahahahaha
In the woods once more to be disdained.
Pleasure be the self inflicted pain.
Druged up and floating far away.
**** everything.
Despair and anguish ****** up all things.
Rhyming words with words cause **** creativity.
Just pet the duck with that tweaked out sad lady.
It’s all just jokes that leaves even the ill laughing.
Yet once more reality and mockings become blurred in such confusion.
Living life laughing while crying in delusions.

Lyrics/poetry

#strange #***** #fetishism #insane #darkness #love #light

Tint Mar 2020

If only

Tear me up
salt my wounds
and I will come back
patched and proofed

Stop my tracks
tie my foot
and by this pavement
I'll starve and stood

Call me in names
of sharp refutes
and I will breathe in
to calm my thoughts

But tell me to change
the one thing I be
and you would break me
into insanity

I have known words
to estrange my mind
and I have heard you
brought back my life

A disfiguration
of what I was
A continuation
of who I am

And I,
I am
A broken
Masterpiece

If only I was a different me

#thoughts #poetry #ifonly

Crystal Apr 2020

Self expression

It's so hard to express emotion when you're lacking devotion.
The words sit on my tongue, but the cat won't let it go.
I'm tired of searching for accreditation with no accumulation.
letting my feelings be known with the condition that my face must be without disfiguration.
I don't have space left in my heart for accusation.
So I sit in my room and wonder what its like to let your feelings be known.

Ryan O'Leary Oct 2020

Dog Tags

Worn in war zones with
wearers credentials for
the purpose of identity in
the event of disfiguration.

Canine Microchips contain
their entire histories which
include vaccinations such
as rabies, it is GPS trackable.

Covid 19 is a hoax designed
to scare the population into
accepting a placebo which is
purely to implant a Dog Tag.

Passport for pets was the
forerunner of this experiment
back in the 90s, it is now time
to apply it to humans.

Think about it, why else are
they talking about mandating
an injection for a flu when we
all know homeopathy would do.

I can hear some of you say, well
what harm it is, we have nothing
to hide. No, indeed, but be aware
nothing has just become nowhere.

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