"evilly" poems
Somebody who should have been born
is gone.
Just as the earth puckered its mouth,
each bud puffing out from its knot,
I changed my shoes, and then drove south.
Up past the Blue Mountains, where
Pennsylvania humps on endlessly,
wearing, like a crayoned cat, its green hair,
its roads sunken in like a gray washboard;
where, in truth, the ground cracks evilly,
a dark socket from which the coal has poured,
Somebody who should have been born
is gone.
the grass as bristly and stout as chives,
and me wondering when the ground would break,
and me wondering how anything fragile survives;
up in Pennsylvania, I met a little man,
not Rumpelstiltskin, at all, at all...
he took the fullness that love began.
Returning north, even the sky grew thin
like a high window looking nowhere.
The road was as flat as a sheet of tin.
Somebody who should have been born
is gone.
Yes, woman, such logic will lead
to loss without death. Or say what you meant,
you coward...this baby that I bleed.
6k
***** dishes piled peripherally
Melting muscles begging to be built
Education egging me on evilly
Facebook friends warning I may wilt
Clothes choking roomish rubble
Coldhearted clocks click callously
Traffic tickets to trouble
Prodding for payment perniciously
Feb 11, 2010
Feb 11, 2010 at 7:32 PM UTC
I'm a fan of Vontaze Burfict
Though he may not be perfect
For he gives players concussions
To continue the daily discussions
Of the power of his percussion
To receive a hall of fame induction
That is where his value is derived
So what do these penalties imply?
That the referees have a preconceived notion of him
And are preemptively looking to treat him grim
Which gives his team a lesser chance to win
Which makes the biased referees grin
We are a country that idolizes quarterbacks
Every other position we're quick to attack
We only care about who has the ball
And laughing at others when they fall
We worship that which is shiny
And view everything else as grimy
Quarterbacks become celebrities incredulously
While everyone else is treated impetuously
The NFL is like America
Politics makes it harder to watch
The Patriots are boring and plain
They win constantly
The Bengals are entertaining and rough around the edges
They show promise and potential that is never realized
In a nation
Of provocation
I'd rather proudly call myself a bengal
I know that seems an idealistic angle
But Cincinnati provides no coziness or protection
You must always avoid discriminate detection
Of those that call themselves patriots
That drive blue and white chariots
And penalize players unnecessarily
For African Americanning
We really fumbled the ball
Because of the ref's call
That treats us unequally
How they have fun evilly
They can arbitrarily treat whoever however
But a concussion will make them less clever
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 5:31 PM UTC
To the people who don’t or won’t support me,
I don’t live in your solitary reality.
I see the world in an equal and just perspective,
It’s affective, connected, receptive, near-perfected.
So I’m not going to heed your advice,
I knew as soon as I saw her, what I think is right,
I’m going to do what I was put here to do,
I refuse to listen to you and your out-dated views.
You say you will go to the city in the sky,
Way up high in the clouds, after you die,
And you say people like me will go to H-E-L-L,
Then I’m glad I’m not near you and your homophobic smell.
Plus, sending me back to my warm, homely home,
Your cult will crumble like the Colosseum of Rome.
You see, Satan is known for destruction and death,
So if you decide to oppose me, you just took your last breath.
I would kiss her right now, make you feel icky and horrible,
I would hold her hand; remind her she is adorable.
I would mess up her short, dark hedgehog hair,
I would gently hold her face in two hands and stare.
We would poke our tongues out at you, and then grin evilly,
Then skip away, holding hands, eyes twinkling gleefully.
Me and her, we don’t give a flying hoot what you think,
You’re small, insignificant to us, gone in a blink.
Me and her, we don’t want or care for your opinion,
You’re just doing what you’ve been told, like a good lil’ minion.
You go do your thing, and we’ll go do ours,
We will look up and follow the brightly glowing stars.
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 5:52 PM UTC
i’m not getting teased, cause i’m a hooligan
you see i remember getting teased by all the families
and it drove me pretty mad, i hated it,
and the only way to rid this evil teasing
is to be evilly myself, by saying, you are still
a family person and i am a hooligan
and if you don’t stop teasing me, i will slit your throat
you see you are a loser, a total and utter loser
i told them, i will come and grab you, and grab the other teasing young dudes
and then i say, i will say, i am a hooligan and you are a family person
my mate and i are planning to grab you
and throw you in the bin, and i will go ha ha ha ha
you have been trapped by us hooligans
you are going to suffer for teasing me, cool boy
i am going to show you, if you tease me, i will **** you
and get rid of your corpse, in the sea
make your body all itchy, and us hooligans
will tie you teasing boys up and i will say ha ha ha
you see you will never escape from me, ever
you say i am shy, but if you keep calling me shy, i will come
and tie you up and say i am a hooligan and i will **** you, right now
and then i will sit down and play cool for you, because you are a family person
and i am a hooligan and i will **** you and play cool for you and every family person on earth
and when any teaser teases me i will go ha ha ha and lay a knife right to their head
you see i will **** the guy who nicked my lunch because he treated me like a queer different person
and as soon as i met my mate, i kept myself hidden with the hooligans ready to pune on him
saying,you are going to die, you are going to die, because i am a hooligan and you are a family person
and you are getting played cool for, with your crazy trying to be a young dude
and i will sit there saying ha ha ha, you family people are going to be a part of my little gang
where i will play cool for you and terrorise you
you see you will never escape from me, you cool boy, you will n ever escape from me anymore cool boy
i will throw cricket stumps on you and you will be scared of me, you little cool boy
i will go out and have some fun, putting you cool boys into the lockup and i will feed you dead rats and spiders
and if the spider bites your inners, i will yell ha ha ha ha saying i am the hooligan, keeping the family people under wraps
and i will attempt to **** you all if you don’t fucken leave me alone, ********
you see i am getting sick of you, teasing me, and every time i touch you you go crazy
but i expect that from a family person such as yourself
i will **** you, i will **** you i will **** you, you will be dead from us, forever
and in 3 weeks all the family people are dead and us hooligans are playing cool for future family people
to make sure the cool boys who tease don’t exist anymore
i said, i am not getting teased, i am a hooligan
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 5:47 PM UTC
jingle splat, christmas song
jingle splat jingle splat
splatting all the day
falling on a nice cream pie
cheering all the way
jingle splat jingle splat
cheering for the mob
oh yeah, the big party dude
splatting all day long
you see on christmas eve
2 fat people have a dance
lifting up their body yeah
just to go splat on the floor
then they got right up
after 5 minutes on the ground
and then some cruel teasers said
they were the fattest people in town
ya see we go jiggle splat jingle splat
all over the dance floor, yeah
ya see we wanted to be thin my friend
but the forces of evilly made us fat
a day or 2 ago
we drank 2 bottles of egg nog oh yeah
and we got as drunk as skunks
and boy, our bellies were growing a lot
and we could hardly see our toes
as we ate the christmas cake
and then 2 ladies walked right past them
and they were as skinny as a rake
we go jingle splat jingle splat
all over the ****** floor
but we were so ****** fat
we could hardly fit through the door
jingle splat jingle splat
christmas day is near
this is the day, we splat around ya know
eating fatty food all the day
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 11:23 PM UTC
I'm so tired of you
acting like nothing happened
cause I just can't do that
you say we can be friends
like I should celebrate
like I can be happy again
well it doesn't work like that
you insulted me in every way
and I let you, but not anymore
I've learned to stand alone
I worked so hard
and you...
you walking around
with your hair grown out
like I always wanted
you giving me your evilly adorable smirk
knowing you make my heart skip
like I use to love
you cheering me on
like a friend
which I use to wish for on every star
but now I just want you gone
because I got run over following you
and I only make that mistake once
so listen for once
you don't get to decide
not any more
I'm stronger
push me
I'll push back
so stop the act
don't try to pretend like your a good guy
and we can be friends
Just because they don't know
doesn't mean it didn't happen
you made this mistake and it's permanent
because I won't forget
I can't forgive
it's just too much
so you can say what you want
but don't pretend your my friend
because you never even said I'm sorry
and NO
your texts don't count
they never did
so stop talking cause all I hear is crap
excuses piling on top of each other
not one word being an apology
so when you really care
look me in the eye and just say
I'm sorry
until than
when you see me
just walk away
Aug 1, 2012
Aug 1, 2012 at 1:46 PM UTC
Today she wore curlers in her hair
looking like cannons staked out ready to blare
Her lipstick and powder
like bouillabaisse chowder
And when she demanded a goodbye "peck"
I said "No way!" to the wreck
Which made her rear back and bray
"Go home then and kiss a stingray!"
She cackled and cackled
raising my hackles
Thinks she is the second Joan Rivers
but she only gives me the shivers
Soon I was fearing another fight nearing
seeing her witch's eyes evilly peering
And when she rose in those clumpy army boots
I heard an arpeggio of loud flatulent *****
Forcing me out the door needing fresh air
and away from her threatening glare
But one day I'll be back
once I can align myself on the proper son-in-law track
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 11:08 AM UTC
Living with a split mind is like thinking of yourself through a cracked mirror. One is real and the other isn't reality. To manifest one part of yourself is to challenge reality and leave the fakeness to other people.
To live with a split mind is to think of yourself as a monster then be the sweetest person no matter how cracked the mirror is. It is always staring back at you evilly grinning.
I was terrified of myself, 2 summers ago. I didn't want to hurt anyone so I did what I do best read until my brain can't take it anymore and write until my hand cramps up. I thought I dreaming of my life in slow motion where no one could stop me.
Mar 3, 2022
Mar 3, 2022 at 3:39 PM UTC
Pleasantly i was presently an obese mote laughing in the chattering
orifice of this emerald ciTy amongst the hollow discharged oblong
fingers vomited of the silky concrete mounds dangerously apathetic
the fat grunt of youth grand and evilly blanketing the hard arteries speaking
slowly feet. about the whim of the hard towers skirting angelic ***** lilt
and milk there ******* of ****** mucous to drag masculine colours to their
heed. how drunk they were of lacy cotton fringes and damp skin collecting
dew drops hard lovely thighs flatulently billowing from their savage femurs
the cool common sky is generally heavy with gray makeup and tears softly
epic wails of wet teeth. they bite and nibble the brim of my umbrella. and moaning
******* capricious men proffer and spit elocutions electricly open hands
palming digital cracking whispering clouds of text. rapid eyelids turgid was grinning specifically at I "how about a light" "sorry I don't smoke"
Sep 1, 2010
Sep 1, 2010 at 2:23 PM UTC
Awake
by the flickering candle
feeling your chest heaving gently in the darkness
bare and glistening
dying
Watching the whispering moon at its act
grinning evilly through the cracks of the roof
daring us to look
hoping to steal the show
just before daybreak
Dark whistles in the night
Deep resting dreams
And stories of some memories
Every moment well spent
in the cover of that silence
resting softly
quiet after the journey
adamant for more adventure
and gripping our rims
ever so tightly
acquiescent while––
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 9:54 AM UTC
Rubber soles squeak without pretense on air
Fills the floor and the dwellers' ears
With the simple note,
Deafens them all with empty afterechoes.
Not a single meanderer would care if he
Pulled out a gun.
Instead he pulls out a knife
(a paring knife to be exact)
And selects a chair near the door.
Begins to shear the hour.
The knifeblade gleams behind his eyes,
Skewering seconds,
And he continues not to exist,
Murdering minutes.
Someone physically there remarks a draft
So he rises to shut the door,
But reconsiders and retreats
Back to his homestead seat.
Crossed arms and crossed legs.
However evilly uncomfortable,
The figure must be statuesque like the air must be.
Fifty-eight. Fifty-nine. And then sixty arrives
And he rises like a seagull in an operating room
In a grand gesture. He smiles to no one and
Retreats back to his burrow or wherever he lives.
But no one considers old, mad Mister Gray
Though he comes and sits queerly there day after day.
Feb 23, 2010
Feb 23, 2010 at 7:14 PM UTC
Me when I'm ******
Stage 1: Politely nodding and smiling. Thinking: Omfg shut up.
Stage 2: Staring at them blankly. *Thinking: I'm gonna **** myself.*
Stage 3: Clenched jaw and glaring. *Thinking: I'm gonna **** YOU*
Stage 4: Completely lost it, revving chainsaws (no accident that I pluralized chainsaws) and burning **** down, the town is in ruins and I am evilly cackling insanely and raiding chocolate stores. Thinking: MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 12:07 PM UTC
It's something new
Yet reminiscent
It slowly creeps on you
Just like it did once before
The stars glow in her eye
Evilly pulling
Stop what you're doing
Before it turns to something you abhor
Get it out
It worms deep through
The crevices of my mind
Planting a seed
It's forbidden, unethical
Use your protection
But the craving
I can't fight the need
Save me from her wrath
And whisk me away
Hold my hands and cover my eyes
Deafen my ear from her lies
It's you I love the soil underneath
Always grounded beneath my feet
With you I keep my scarlet ties
Stopping me from my goodbyes
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 12:17 PM UTC
When people deep in thought
Ask with theory sought
"What comes of us in death?"
"Do we take wings like our breath?"
It's then time to say; fate makes us her play
With no ordinary stage nor script on page
Act one a prophet in clouds
Act two a body in shrouds
The theme to love the soul as god
And love for body evilly odd
The plot to hate the ****** norm
And raise the soul to immortal form
So strange a scene to me
With many a vain soliloquy
Questioning life from it's birth
In scriptures lacking mirth
And placing mind over matter
For teatime with the mad hatter
Please, come and hold my hand
And walk across the shining sand
Feel it's softness on your feet
And sunshines loving heat
Leave your clouds until tomorrow
Then you won't have to borrow
Spiritual bread from the dead
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC
Another page
another wage another
war the countries are
corrupt because of
power cease all this
now!
but who am I to
flip the page it was
destined to happen
my mood is a zero
my dreams of a peaceful
world are a mear mortal
thoughts
sliding in between my back
I can never reach them
people nor "leaders" are
condemned by power
they are all evilly posse
this century keeps weakening
the earth people claim to
be organised but
yet I see them with
***** hearts
this aid is always active but
no one will ever answer
these people are horrific
these leaders are abonation
to the nation, but it is destiny
this world is coming to
an end and I am happy
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC
I'm sick of our fighting,
But I don't want to leave.
I love our friendship,
And the stories we weave.
I'm tired of the lies,
I just want the truth.
I want all the memories,
From inside the photo booth.
You love me,
Or so you say.
I love you,
Each and every day.
I love you
I love you
I love you
And I swear it's true
Sing our song,
And I'll come running
But your just too sly,
And evilly cunning.
So you don't move,
In the way I'm headed.
But all your lies,
Are in my head in-bedded.
You take all the right turns,
Yet you're all out of wack.
Because you take two steps forward,
And ten steps back.
Nov 24, 2010
Nov 24, 2010 at 2:04 PM UTC
My mind
Evilly
Bombards me
With thoughts
Doubts and fears
Whispering to me
Asking if I'm sure
About his love for me
Am I sure he's been faithful and true
Does he want out on this
My heart just squeaks out
Its worry
For it'd surely be destroyed
If he left me
Stopped loving me
Gave up and left
I don't know
What to do
My mind
And my heart
Are missing you
So much
That they worry
And my body
It's just antsy
Because it misses your touch
Everything will be better
Once I see those eyes of yours
For there lies all the answers I need.
Dec 27, 2012
Dec 27, 2012 at 8:48 PM UTC
My mother always told me to be
innocent to get into heaven.
She never told me to avoid the ****
with the wicked smile
And the evilly delicious eyes.
She told me to desire a Godly man
but never warned me of
The boy with burning fingertips that
left ashes of lust behind.
She informed me to never lose trust
in God,
And I didn't; Praying for God to
grant me a
Perfectly sinful boy, with crisp blue
eyes and a decadent smile;
One to kiss away the pain.
Then God gave me you.
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 1:34 PM UTC
Even in the darkness
I can feel those eyes upon me.
I can close my eyes tight
and cover my ears,
but I can still picture their menacing glare,
and I can still hear those words
loud
and clear.
Don't shout your compliments
and jam them down my throat
because without my own consent
they mean nothing.
They tell me to learn
to take a nice gesture
but the truth is
it's the compliments that hurt the most.
When I close my eyes,
I can still see your mouths moving,
and I feel your words
rocking my world,
slowly sinking my ship.
I've tried to keep my sea legs
steady
for so long now,
but I can feel the uneasy,
sick,
queasy feelings
rolling back into my brain,
and I have to fight hard to stay on my feet.
You shout your words
like I should be thankful
to hear them.
The words only bring fear
that this perfection you see
could slip away,
and then I would be left
with the memory
of who I used to be.
The saddest thing is,
when I close my eyes,
I can't stop hearing their words,
and I can't stop feeling
like I should be ashamed
of what I've let myself become.
But the eyes,
the ones I see
even when I close my own,
are just that;
The eyes that peer down
upon me,
evilly glaring,
constantly staring,
picking me apart,
are those that rest
just above my own nose.
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 2:58 PM UTC
I was going to write
of infatuation.
instead,
I wrote of death.
I seem to be hovering
forever in between,
a partial combination
a fickle being.
I was going to write
how his eyes glint
when I catch them
unexpectedly peering at me.
Now, I can only imagine
the endlessness of eternity
leering at me evilly
Taunting my carelessness.
I was going to reminisce
small jokes that soothe anxiousness.
Now, consumed
by the inevitable
sweeping me away into nothingness.
I was going to question
“does he dream of me as I do?”
Now I wonder
what my dreams will dissolve into.
Fleeting moments pass rapidly
Gaseous, unaccounted for and ghastly.
2/2/2017
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 11:18 AM UTC
Blank page
Staring at me
Taunting me
I want to write
But the blue lines sit there
Smiling evilly
No inspiration appears
Writer's block
Ideas flee from me
I want to fill the paper with words
No white to be seen
Nothing but pencil lead
But the mind stays blank
Never thinking of anything
Stuck
Jun 15, 2013
Jun 15, 2013 at 4:25 PM UTC
Here i am,
stuck in my own little cage
trying to fix what needs to be fixed
sitting on the chair by the window-
my head hopelessly resting
trying to figure out what i should do
before everything's too late
this is my fault
I wish i was never born
I wish that i never grew up
and I wish i died
So that everybody could live their lives
happily and problem-free
So that they could worry about nothing
except on how they should spend their money
rather than buying endless
useless
crap on me
this isn't the life i wanted for them
who cares about me anyway?
i'm just here...
and i'm ready to give up
i'm ready to give a life
for someone who needs it more than i do
i'm ready to make someone evilly happy
especially
of course, my 'enemy'
My enemy, that i never knew in my whole entire life
My enemy, who i never knew she even existed
I just want everybody to be happy
and not worry about me
but who am i kidding?
the only person that's worrying about me
is myself
the only person that i want to be happy
is myself-
and i'm ready to save myself
Except i need to start fighting for myself
only because i knew that my enemy;
the only person who hated me and wanted me dead
was myself.
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 8:28 AM UTC