"evilest" poems
I swam in your ocean, Anna.
I drank the salt of your skin
until it gave me hallowed sickness.
I told you,
I was never good at staying anyone's friend.
I spent three weeks convincing you I'd try.
When I didn't succeed, why did you act surprised?
You keep shifting shape.
And that isn't fair.
I got tangled in your weeds, Anna.
I struggled and howled,
you talked with warmth, ran fingers in my hair.
I told you,
I wouldn't live past thirty-five,
you said,
I wouldn't make it to twenty-five,
I told you,
I was evil,
you told me,
you were eviler.
I told you,
I was evilest,
you said,
**** superlatives.
I saw you drown yourself in yourself, Anna.
Wallowing in the cold wind
of one demented abecedarian.
You keep shifting shape.
And that isn't fair.
I told you,
to keep your feet moving,
you said,
I needed to stop talking,
I told you,
I was ready to marry you,
you said,
I would never escape my
ex-girl collection,
I told you,
Anna, if I can't have you
you're going to destroy you,
you said,
you'd like to see you try.
Let your waves crash against me,
let your wind carve,
I will say I love you,
until one of us dies.
Sep 25, 2010
Sep 25, 2010 at 7:04 PM UTC
There’s a Devil of a night each year, the night of Mr. Haim!
When the devilish and ghoulie ones come out to play their monster’s game.
And why some would seek to trick or treat on this scary day of dead?
Careful now cause gremlins, trolls …sprites and wolves, will offer up their dread!
Quiet, shush, I hear a pack of creepy-crawly boots…
Ra’atan-Zu and the Boogedy-Boo!
And the skeleton bones, clink…
And the skeleton bones, clink…
The skeleton bones clink.
That crafty-smith of horns and hooves is spying on these kiddies,
As Ra’atan-Zu and the Boogedy-Boo are hunting strays to do their dastardly-ditties.
Quiet, shush, I hear a pack of creepy-crawly boots,
And their costumes, oh-so-foul, the evilest of suits!
And there she is, that little girl who can’t keep up, in a tasty mushroom ensemble.
And the skeleton bones clink in her path to give her quite a tomble!
Ra’atan-Zu and the Boogedy-Boo!
And the skeleton bones, clink…
And the skeleton bones, clink…
The skeleton bones clink.
And Sammy Haim, that smithy-devil, a ***** hoof -igniting ghoul’s desire,
He’s howling out, demanding now, “Put that child to the fire!”
And little does he know, no little bit, not even a small clue,
Neither Ra’atan-Zu nor Boogedy-Boo intend on giving him his due!
For once a year on Halloween they get one night to spaz,
Get down and ***** wild and crazy and play a little jazz!
That little mushroom of a girl will play a tiny fiddle,
Ra’atan-Zu and the Boogedy-Boo, a jazzy duet with child in middle!'
Ra’atan-Zu, Boogedy-Boo and a little girl too as they get down actin’ a spaz! Playin’ all night, howling to the moon and kickin’ out some wicked jazz!
*And the skeleton bones, clink…
And the skeleton bones, clink…
The skeleton bones clink.* *
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 6:31 PM UTC
"Stop It!" shouted the man
who was dressed in a ***** pin stripe suit,
eye glasses half askew on his nose,
ski-slope haircut sported since his youth.
My face turned blank, shoulders shrugged
not fearing this man's belligerent outburst
because I was used to it;
it was the hundredth time I felt it's sting.
I stood there, patiently and quiet
caressing my double bass violin
my secret seventh grade lover;
she had **** curves and a deep, soothing voice.
I stood there, impatiently and quiet
waiting for Mr. Heidrich to finish the lesson
focused on the third seat violinist
whom played without feeling, again.
I stood there, overbearingly anxious
tapping on the shoulder of my wooden BFF
my rendition of the William Tell Overture
A performance worthy of a Grammy!
The man in the ***** pin stripe suit,
turned and looked at me, scornfully
his half-bald head turned beet red
body shook violently like an earthquake!
The energy released from his gullet
would have made Mount Vesuvius jealous
fiery vocals of curse and rage
would have made the evilest of demons run for cover!
My face turned blank, shoulders shrugged
not fearing this man's belligerent outburst
because I was used to it;
it was the 101st time I felt it's sting.
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 5:11 PM UTC
“If you are mean with me, I’ll be meaner with you”
When you do something “wrong” or the evilest thing towards someone, they take revenge of that
Instead of take advantage of that situation and person and trying to be better than those, than them.
They need, they have the desire to be more devilish.
It’s pathetic. Mediocre.
People seem to be angels, the purest souls. Even the ones who are good human beings.
But we all have a demon burning inside of us, yelling to escape, to be free.
But that chaos which people have is major.
They sell you an angelical aura, the best moral, and the darkness inside of them is unexpected.
Even the one who can be “an angel” is and could be the malevolent ******
Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 3:07 PM UTC
I was very cautious
I knew if I wasn't what it would cost us
I made sure the bedroom was perfect
I wanted MY romantic affect
I hung the plastic, then the curtains
Bed exactly in the middle, I had to be certain
Lit a few candles
Then sliped on my dress, and my sandals
I cruise the street
For my baby to meet
I pick him up at the corner
My heart beats faster, my body warmer
We go back to my house
Where we start to mess about
I lead you to my bedroom
We'll be making love soon
To my bed you are shackled
You have no idea of my feeling of hackles
Straddling you, and ridding you like a horse
All the wail your loving it of course
With you still in me, I bring out my toys
They are only for my collection of boys
They are bright and shiny
I will not treat you kindly
They are so sharp they can split a hair
And in their refection you just stare
You can't believe what you see
As the look on my face is pure glee
You body starts to convulse and thrash
Then with my blades I start to slash
I plunge my toy in
With the evilest grin
I love the squirting gushing sound
It's all so profound
I have loved all my men
That's why I let no one chase them
Forever in death they are mine
I'm one of a kind
I slash him to ribbons
It's as fun as the dickens
He's still alive
And feels every vibe
Covered in blood
Our bodies fit like a glove
I slowly climb off top
And lop of his part
Blood sprays the room
Death will be here soon
I'm so happy I made it romantic
And taped up the plastic
I'm the Black Spider
I **** all I desire
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 2:21 PM UTC
One Reaps what he sews
Working hard to be granted the brighter way.
Such ingredients add up
To a better product.
Something created on a brighter day...
.Threads are made of strands
of despair's tears or strands of true love's strands
Sew with the lesser of these two strengths
Your life's fabric rips apart
One must resew the parts
of life's broken cloth
Once sewed with the wrong thread
One must refinish the quilt of life
to mend together one's self
If one doesn't succeed and fails to strengthen a mend
such actions will lead him to a colder day.
Through hard travels, work, and ways in which to obtain the brighter strands
The seamstress inside of you must find the right spool
Though against all odds, to the more evilest of another, you win by making
a true hearten stand.
Against what he stood for. You knocked his energy down.
You earned his golden threads of truth and love.
You go back to your quilt and sew back together the pieces
Warming up the nights as you sleep under a well made
Cover, upon your chilled body, that you earned to
Cover your weakness under and down.
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 11:29 PM UTC
Buddhism fills my soul and mind with the most pleasant of vibes and energies
Makes me feel as if I was already Buddhist in my past lives
The peace and wisdom it brings is like the freshest breath I ever took
The willpower
The strength of the lion
The mind
Wise beyond my years
I am able to conquer the evilest of obstacles
My soul is invincible
Happiness is nowhere out there
The Dharma is deep
Deep within the crevices of my eternal soul
May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 11:18 PM UTC
I was very cautious
I knew if I wasn't what it would cost us
I made sure the bedroom was perfect
I wanted MY romantic affect
I hung the plastic, then the curtains
Bed exactly in the middle, I had to be certain
Lit a few candles
Then sliped on my dress, and my sandals
I cruise the street
For my baby to meet
I pick him up at the corner
My heart beats faster, my body warmer
We go back to my house
Where we start to mess about
I lead you to my bedroom
We'll be making love soon
To my bed you are shackled
You have no idea of my feeling of hackles
Straddling you, and ridding you like a horse
All the wail your loving it of course
With you still in me, I bring out my toys
They are only for my collection of boys
They are bright and shiny
I will not treat you kindly
They are so sharp they can split a hair
And in their refection you just stare
You can't believe what you see
As the look on my face is pure glee
You body starts to convulse and thrash
Then with my blades I start to slash
I plunge my toy in
With the evilest grin
I love the squirting gushing sound
It's all so profound
I have loved all my men
That's why I let no one chase them
Forever in death they are mine
I'm one of a kind
I slash him to ribbons
It's as fun as the dickens
He's still alive
And feels every vibe
Covered in blood
Our bodies fit like a glove
I slowly climb off top
And lop of his part
Blood sprays the room
Death will be here soon
I'm so happy I made it romantic
And taped up the plastic
I am the Black Spider
I **** all I desire
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 2:21 PM UTC
She was sad, numb, cold, and just not into my
Not my vibe reality
The first other woman I told her I love
But her warmth, I’d console her
In my image mold her
Hatch ohhh, my evilest plans to control her
But never let go, though
Keep letting her grow slow
Until she cared to join me in a stroll
Through the time flow
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 11:39 PM UTC
You are excess of my goodness when am done with my badness
I love you Africa in excess for your excess of problems;
Poverty, wars, warlords, diseases, hunger, famine
And cataclysms evilest eating away your terra firma
Like a desperate Tiger on a capsized boat,
Your riches in history of slavery and heritage of colonialism,
In the excess of your global bleeding that makes me love you more,
Your excessive black ugly humanity in the explosive population
of useless human beings; barely illiterate and blunt in knowledge
Buried deeply in the starkness of crude and vulpine culture,
These bestow to me the synergy to love you O! My dear tarzanic Africa,
Your excessive cult of dictatorships that glitter in aura of democracy,
Sending your sons and daughters to miserable powerlessness,
Devoid of governance in abundance of power and money corruption,
Financing and cementing torture chambers for the voices of reason,
Building my pedestal on which I stand to execute
My cornucopia of love for you dear Africa, an avatar of Satan,
As you are prone and spread eagled in a defenseless stretch
Against all the ****** condemning your self to ideological turmoil,
I still do love you in supercilious superfluity my dear Africa.
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 9:07 AM UTC
I
Bathed in Heaven’s radiant light
I brighten up even the darkest night
Love, peace, and salvation
Are the messages of my oration
All the beauty in the universe
Is found in each holy verse
Of which I speak
I answer every hopeless shriek
In a veil of sacrosanct mystique
II
Dark hair, dark eyes
A mouth always full of lies
Envy, greed, and death
Are what I speak with every breath
All the evils of the world
In my eyes they are swirled
A mysterious ********* is what I am
For these evils I do not feel a single qualm
With my tricks, many people do I condemn
III
An angel’s wings
Tainted by the evilest of sins
The smell of death is in the air
Dark red blood dishonors her blonde white hair
The devil’s fire
Built with an ungodly pyre
Quenched with the holiest of intentions
A hallowed intervention
A little of good and evil lies
In each of them, every day a little reprise
A sweet twisted melody
Which heavenly
Paints a harmonious disaster
To remain a memory forever after
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC
I was very cautious
I knew if I wasn't what it would cost us
I made sure the bedroom was perfect
I wanted MY romantic affect
I hung the plastic, then the curtains
Bed exactly in the middle, I had to be certain
Lit a few candles
Then sliped on my dress, and my sandals
I cruise the street
For my baby to meet
I pick him up at the corner
My heart beats faster, my body warmer
We go back to my house
Where we start to mess about
I lead you to my bedroom
We'll be making love soon
To my bed you are shackled
You have no idea of my feeling of hackles
Straddling you, and ridding you like a horse
All the wail your loving it of course
With you still in me, I bring out my toys
They are only for my collection of boys
They are bright and shiny
I will not treat you kindly
They are so sharp they can split a hair
And in their refection you just stare
You can't believe what you see
As the look on my face is pure glee
You body starts to convulse and thrash
Then with my blades I start to slash
I plunge my toy in
With the evilest grin
I love the squirting gushing sound
It's all so profound
I have loved all my men
That's why I let no one chase them
Forever in death they are mine
I'm one of a kind
I slash him to ribbons
It's as fun as the dickens
He's still alive
And feels every vibe
Covered in blood
Our bodies fit like a glove
I slowly climb off top
And lop of his part
Blood sprays the room
Death will be here soon
I'm so happy I made it romantic
And taped up the plastic
I am the Black Spider
I **** all I desire
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 9:58 AM UTC
What infinte pleasure I live in.
Finding joy and delight in my ever twist and turn.
The impurity of the world delights me.
Death and torture have begun to tease me.
Like *********** to a growing child.
What sweet ecstasy the macabre expounds to me.
It seems all I want in the world are tools to make my life harder.
It's to easy to come by happiness in this state.
I was made for this world.
Sent by god to enjoy the evilest of her spoils.
I am a gift to all that is disgusting on earth.
Like a tree I clean the air of agony.
This is done by stuffing my face with it.
Ooh how beautiful blood trully is.
But your to busy feeling joy to admire this.
I pitty the stupidity of the emotionally and mentally sane.
I wonder what lies they were told that make them feel whole.
Do they not see the fire beneath their feet.
Do they not feel the heat burn through their souls.
Or am I blessed with a sadness that helps me feel true emotions.
I am a parasite that spreads disease.
However I spread it only to those in need of me.
I engrave my skin with all my sins.
Then whisper sweet nothings to a dead tree.
Often I spread ink filled with my dreams all over screens.
Oh what a creep I seem to be.
You dream of love.
I dream of lust.
Yet I am called a foul.
In truth only one of these lies from the world we live in can come true.
But you carry on pining for the wrong one.
You still have dreams.
But somehow hate the idea of a neverending sleep.
What a fool you are to wish you can be better.
When you can always wish not to be.
How can you fear the wrath of a deity that won't even let you be.
Do you really live when you fear death.
Or do you breathe bubbles of oxygen in your watery web of lies.
Continuing to tell yourself untruths in order to feel alive.
It's sad how trully depressed you are don't you think.
You won't feel this truth for it's a mirror you refuse to see your ****** through.
I wonder how vulnerable you feel knowing I know to much about you.
You'll probably look me in the eyes and hold back tears.
Even if you do I know and enjoy the thought that I have violated you.
You are putty in my hands.
All because I know you beg for a better person to notice you.
But they won't.
Infact they never do.
You are nothing and everyday you try to forget.
But your inferiority is my truth so I own it.
You are are ugly beyond compare.
So ugly that you cry unprovoked for hours and hours wishing your life would end.
Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 6:14 AM UTC
I don't know what to do
I try to escape
but I am imprison in hate
and although I submit
all they do to me
is spit
when i cry
all by myself to call for help
I begin to drown
and loose my light
"my light" I exclaimed. Thats what I need
I try to reach the sun but all it does it scream!
"Go away!" it said You do not deserve
But why does it not give me the confidence I need
in order to utilize its light
and spread to all who plead?
Betrayal I felt is only left now
dark and light I had neither crowned
I tried to reach inside for help
but both sides oppress me without a doubt
what do you do when you're oppressed
by the evilest of witches and the saints of pests?
do you just submit and hope the best?
And let your fate just slit your neck?
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 3:44 PM UTC
Not just yesterday I met her
Since ages I'm trying to get hold of her
So cold, so heartless she seems to be
The evilest of all she sounds to me
I'm scared and wish never to meet her
And stay away in order to cheat her
But helpless I seem in all my efforts
When only I step towards my mirror.
Nov 17, 2020
Nov 17, 2020 at 11:54 AM UTC
I can feel
I can feel
I've felt the sun
I know it's real
I know how to care
how much I do
all for you my dear
all for you
Oh how intense this pain will be
oh how long this hours dread
Please spare me, unknown deity
Forgive all that I've said
Let me slip
into the bottomless void
Let me fall
Please let me avoid
Save me
Don't let me relearn
What I know
Don't let the fire burn
Put it out
with the coldest of waters
replace it with even
the evilest of inner monsters
Just please
I pray
Don't let
Me float too far in stray
Please don't
let me sway
I'm aware my gift lives really
as a hopeless bane from above
so please oh please don't leave me to
love
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 12:20 AM UTC
How many times I want to do good, but struggle with my sinful nature.
How many times I struggle with other people whom seem to be super bless.
While it seem my whole life is always a struggle , even the most simplest.
Most simplest of things seem to be a struggle like turning on a phone.
While the the most evilest professing to know God has everything so easy.
It seems I get spiritually attack at every turn that I make in this life.
I desperately want everyone to repent, and go to heaven as well.
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC
The most powerful demons reside in angels,
for angels are crafted in Hell.
Hearts carved from stone and glass,
and a beautiful burned mask to shell.
But Hell is not run by demons,
for demons are not the evilest beings to abound.
Even worse is a being born pure,
lured to darkness by its sweet, silent sound.
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 1:22 PM UTC
Suddenly your eyes awake.
Every day a chance you take.
Tomorrow may never come.
The end of a life with the failing sun.
The echo of the ringing phone echoes, preaches tales of the unknown.
Outside the thunder cries, it's telling lies.
You wished it was.
And your missing hair, highlights your features.
Blatantly beautiful.
Your eyes shine brightly.
Nightly.
Despite your cancer, the evilest of creatures.
You still smile, your perfection beaming.
The cancer inside is dying to spread.
You will win for as long as you can.
One day you won't awake,
The lord of love your soul shall take.
As he shall catch us all.
(C) LIVVI
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 6:18 PM UTC
surround me with your love and your grace take me away in this embrace hold me close and never let me go i don't want to leave but your but your pushing me away with every word you say the pain gets worse and worse and this feels like a horrendous curse like i must submerge and hide deep within away from all the pain and all the sin i remember when you were my sanctum i could tell you anything at all but now i can't trust a word you say because you were corrupted by the evilest of them all me.
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 11:02 AM UTC
I was very cautious
I knew if I wasn't what it would cost us
I made sure the bedroom was perfect
I wanted MY romantic affect
I hung the plastic, then the curtains
Bed exactly in the middle, I had to be certain
Lit a few candles
Then sliped on my dress, and my sandals
I cruise the street
For my baby to meet
I pick him up at the corner
My heart beats faster, my body warmer
We go back to my house
Where we start to mess about
I lead you to my bedroom
We'll be making love soon
To my bed you are shackled
You have no idea of my feeling of hackles
Straddling you, and ridding you like a horse
All the wail your loving it of course
With you still in me, I bring out my toys
They are only for my collection of boys
They are bright and shiny
I will not treat you kindly
They are so sharp they can split a hair
And in their refection you just stare
You can't believe what you see
As the look on my face is pure glee
You body starts to convulse and thrash
Then with my blades I start to slash
I plunge my toy in
With the evilest grin
I love the squirting gushing sound
It's all so profound
I have loved all my men
That's why I let no one chase them
Forever in death they are mine
I'm one of a kind
I slash him to ribbons
It's as fun as the dickens
He's still alive
And feels every vibe
Covered in blood
Our bodies fit like a glove
I slowly climb off top
And lop of his part
Blood sprays the room
Death will be here soon
I'm so happy I made it romantic
And taped up the plastic
I'm the Black Spider
I **** all I desire
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 12:11 PM UTC
Dark days came around the corner,
Little angel had wind kissing her forehead
Metal leaves fall and dented the ground
Gentle steps feathered the clouds
Don't be in a hurry, my child!
Your mom didn't finished your dinner, yet...
Don't wave any of the cars down,
You don't know what evil might lurk inside...
You were destined to end this nonsense,
You were brave enough to call for help,
I hope angels will wipe your tears,
And in heaven you won't know about fears.
You did wave down a car,
As you found the evilest monster of all
He was holding the steering wheel of your life
With his putred hands reeking of metal rust…
The pain in our hearts is so great
As we know we could have helped you, perhaps
The lesson learned is, don't hesitate a second more
When you know that your actions might count!
Your cells are blended with the sky,
Your tears are blended with the rain,
The green grass whispers your name,
Of a brave angel that had to die..
Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 5:49 PM UTC
They dance 'round a fire
In the moonlit night sky,
When the air's still and heavy
And a thunderstorm nigh.
Their hexes are hexed
With the evilest intent,
With their unearthly cackle
From hell's fires sent.
Burn them all, light the pyres!
When the sun is the storm;
When the hexes they hex
Cannot take the right form.
Next time when they dance
In the moonlit night sky,
We'll burn them to ashes,
When thunder is nigh.
May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 7:28 PM UTC
Only the *******
of the vilest of muses.
Made of clay,
sculpted by pain and grief.
Hope paints faint strokes
of colour here and there.
Made of mud,
moulded by fear and memories.
Love draws childish details
no one else could see.
Only the *******
of a crooked muse.
Made of dry sand,
we are destined to be destroyed
by our own very essence.
Only the *******
of a sadistic muse.
Like the breeze that begins
in a butterfly’s wings,
turns into zephyrs.
The absent words of yesterday
turn into clay.
Only the *******
of a cruel muse,
and the foolishest of poets.
With souls craving water,
love drowns us in an oasis—
yet pain forgot to sculpt a throat.
With hearts craving answers,
hope drowns us in a crowd—
yet fear forgot to mould ears.
Only the *******
of the evilest muse,
and a poet too much in love.
[Another recurrence of The Unwritten—spilled as art.
Raw expressions from an overwhelmed mind, and a trickster heart.]
Jul 8, 2025
Jul 8, 2025 at 11:20 AM UTC
Why is God killing me
So willingly?
He’s filling me
With a ***** disease
Brought by biting fleas
Who do as they please
Until I’m on my knees
Begging for release
Sneezing wheezing
My phlegm is breezing
Through air that’s freezing
Trying to teach me
To act more pleasing
Can I kick this sickness
Brought by wickedness?
Or will it punch me
Into lunch meat?
To be in His vicinity
Is to have divinity
So why does He get rid of me?
Could it be the viscosity
Of all my atrocities?
Or the viciousness
Of my wishes wished?
Or my visceral
Scissor hold
On growing old?
Despite my reverence
I fear his benevolence
Involves my severance
The difference between dying and trying
Has me in bed crying
Fever frying
Medicine buying
From salesmen lying
Saying add pills
Of Advil
And mad will
To not be ill
My plague remains still
On Sisyphus’ hill
Can God cure me
Of this absurdity?
Almost certainly
But by hurting me
I learn to see
He uses pain to teach
The one thing that’ll reach
Through the ******** I preach
My gut round
Shuts down
Lust found
That must drown
In a dust cloud
Of an allergic assault
To an absurdist result
Of catching a cold
To examine my soul
He gives a heart attack
To the heart I lack
As part of the pack
Ignoring God’s path
And finding His wrath
Once He chooses me
To lose and bleed
The flu He feeds
To pull the weeds
That ghouls breed
So cough medication selection
Becomes a time for self reflection
At least until my health inspection
Shows no feverish detections
Of the feeblest direction
When the evilest infection
Is joining Satan’s section
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 9:14 PM UTC