"excrutiating" poems
A complete cycle later, and there I am, ohh, that feels weird. Terrible longings pulling on my stomach still, face turned to sunrise, that sun that never rises, an excrutiating dawn that lingers in the atmosphere, a sun that never rises, its ****** forever postponed, always in suspense, it never rises, it never reaches its finale, suspended in the sky, constantly bleeding its red-yellow light but never attaining resolution, it never rises, it never rises, it never rises, it never rises, it never rises, it never rises, it never rises, it never rises, it never rises, it never rises, it never rises, it never rises!
Nov 12, 2011
Nov 12, 2011 at 1:45 AM UTC
**"Kneel My ****
He can't be serious she thinks to herself
**"I said kneel *****
*"I am not your **** nor am I a *****
He grabs hold of my hair twisting it hard
I try my best to stay standing not wanting to yield
He pulls my face to His, lips touch in a bruising kiss
His hands caress my body playing it until it burns with need
"NO! I can't do this", is covered by His lips overcoming the objections
He continues to touch and caress turning my flesh molten
His hands seem to know my body better than I
"I, I can't do this, please I beg you to stop"
He gets bolder knowing it won't take much longer
His lips are strong, His teeth bite my flesh viciously
Oh but the pain becomes excrutiating pleasure
**Intesnity builds, His touch ****** His smell all man**
His desire evident by the hardness pushing against my hip
He feels me beginning to quiver and shake
"No! No! I can't give in please don't do this to me begging profusely"
His mouth overpowers mine again absorbing my pleas as He asks, "don't do what my dear girl?"
"Don't make me give in, I have to stand strong I am not a weakling"
"Being a woman succumbing to the passion instilled by a man makes you beautiful not a weakling"
**His hand roams over my body, across my *** which proves my bodies's betrayal, the moisture felt by His fingers**
**He brings the fingers to his lips and begins to **** on them each sound sends waves of volcanic heat through me**
Body so hot, whimpering my begging to stop becomes begging not to stop
"Please don't stop, oh pleaassee!"
Laughter is heard in response
"Kneel!"
"No, No I can't, I won't"
His hand cinches my long fiery tresses harder, His teeth find a sweet spot to bite as the other hand once again shows how wet and hot I am for His touch
Tears fall from my emerald green eyes as He shows the evidence of my desire
They continue to paint my cheeks as my mind and body fight this battle of proper behavior and ultimate pleasure
"Kneel now my girl"
Unable to fight it any longer finally the words are uttered
"Yes my Master"
Taunting laughter is heard as knees fold and touch the ground, He knows He has won yet another
**"Good girl ****
*It then hits me He called it right He used the powers of the flesh to prove I am a **** wanton and free to feel*
My mind screams NO while my body continues to scream over and over again yes oh yes yes
He proceeds to claim me again and again once I kneel showing me the woman that hides behind propriety
I am happy and I am crying at the same time. Ashamed for giving in and glowing as my body is satisfied for the first time woe is my own betrayal
Nov 25, 2010
Nov 25, 2010 at 9:27 PM UTC
The Artiste Carvó's "The Greatest Fartist Alive"
(Another Crummy Acrostic)
T is for **** I am attended by flies...
H is for Haughtiness, I am flowing through the fartist's stanks...
E is for Enema, my fine **** pollutes the very hole...
G is for Gigantic, I am the biggest ego in history...
R is for Refluxing, my fine putriditry puts artistry in ******
E is for Emetic, I truly am expelling...
A is for ******* I posses the gift of ****
T is for ****** I leave no stomach un-turned...
E is for Excrutiating, my words torture the very soul...
S is for ****** My logic is slimy....
T is for Tag-along, I truly am shadowed by all and everyone...
F is for Fatuous and Flatulence, the essence of I…
A is for Archfiend, demon am I...
R is for Revulsion, My art is abomination - My art yet *****
T is for Tedious, I have been placed here to bore people to death...
I is for Idiot, I am truly unblessed...
S is for Selfish, I place **** before I's self...
T is for Talenticide, I have killed all things of art...
A is for Asinine, I possess all lacks...
L is for Lifeless, I truly worm the artistic heart...
I is for Idolize, I worship I...
V is for Venomous, I am all that is spite and impure...
E is for Emasculated, I am indubitably impotent...
This sums up why I and I alone am the greatest fartist alive,
And I will of course do one of my great farts in time.
*Original ('The Greatest Artiste Alive') by: Thee Artist aka Logbrain Crappó
Reworked by: CrE aka Trollminator*
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 2:11 AM UTC
You walk forward into the thick darkness..
you feel the cool stillness surround you...
the air is crisp..you can breathe
but thats all about to change ..
you take two steps forward like a blind man searching his way around
color doesn't exitst here...the light is dead...
but you must watch your
every
step.
Two steps forward..you feel safe, but no
you start to fall...you yell..grabbing into the black nothingness to stop this scare
suddenly you hear the screams of excrutiating torture..
your mind plays tricks on you.
It cannot possibly be taking you here!
you hit the bottom of some un- known abyss
flames burn under your feet.
but you cannot scream
because here
you have no say.
you see demons surround you..coming close to you with their deathly screams
running into the darkness you hear them behind you..
you run till your feet bleed
you feel them grabbing for your neck..
your arms
your torsoe
grabbing for all that exists of you.
Their howls and screams make your heart skip a beat
Thoughts flood your mind..you cannot think
your choking.
your suffocating
no your dying
your
dead.
the fire consumes your body as the domonic beings
eat your remains inside out..
their teeth dripping with your adrenaline infested blood
their claws peircing your body
ripping you to shreds.
they enjoy to see you better this way..
better than you were when you were living
A view from above. you were left for dead.
you are nothing because you let them catch you
so run..
run as fast as you can
just
r
u
n
because here...life doesn't exist..
you must just..
die trying
Apr 21, 2012
Apr 21, 2012 at 7:32 PM UTC
Its almost been another year
Of excruciating pain endured
Once again
No one realized my fear
I thought you'd always be there
But without you knowing
What happened in my world
You left me out in the cold
Tanya, you were always my number one
That's the one thing I thought you knew for life
Yet, when my world came crumbling down
You left my side without me knowing why
Still sitting in the dark
I lost All my old friends
Never knew getting clean would be this hard
I'm going through hectic changes
All coming from inside
I came to pta
And lost another friend
I was left on the side of the road
With no where to go
No one to phone
Dixon drove by
he felt like my little angel
Tears rolling down my face
He held me close and arranged a hotel
Funny how life turns out
He saved me that night
Even arranged my flight
Going back to PE now
To start my new life
Aug 25, 2011
Aug 25, 2011 at 11:32 AM UTC
mama, i made someone happy yesterday!
i smiled as the door opened
just as i always did
it was my first time to be chosen
to be honest i was so nervous
they made me try out so many clothes
they said i had to look as pretty as i should
they said they were trying to bring out
my youthful look...
i never thought that meant
more skin.
more chest.
more legs.
he was an old man
wrinkles ravaged round his face
yet his smile had no blemish
he stared at me
and chose me almost immediately
i was never more proud
yet i was clueless of what next to do
i should have wrote to you as early as then
but as soon as
we arrived
at my 'new home'
or at least that was how he called it
he called me to his room
he nearly had to kneel
in order to see me
eye
to
eye
i thought he was going to hug me
as he leaned in
he just undid my bra
his hands were huge
they cover almost my whole chest
he asked me to take of my shorts
and he was smiling
for once i knew
i was doing something right
i barely slid my undergarment off and he pressed me against the unsuspecting bed
he grabbed both my legs
as he told me to open them
while he tole me to close my eyes
he started
pushing against me
it was so so hard so painful
relentless excrutiating i had to
bite my tongue to stop myself
from screaming
i think i was bleeding?
i felt the blood pour out
i couldn't take it.
i couldn't ask him to calm down
it was just way too fast
he was panting breathing heavily
grunting driving himself too hard
it was like he could run out of breath
i wanted to make him stop
i really did
trust me.
but as soon as i tried to shout
or help him or something
he fell over
don't worry though he was still breathing
and his face
he just looked way too happy
i was paralyzed the rest of the day
until now i can barely stand up
but he was just so in bliss
i hope you're proud of me mama.
he said earlier he'd be taking me back
to the warehouse later
i don't know why though.
do you think he'll tell them i've been
a good daughter?
i hope so.
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 12:34 AM UTC
As i jumped from the plane intending to take my life,
All i could think of was my darling wife;
how she'd left me a few days ago,
And how her departure has made me low;
She took my kids with little to say,
But a few lines indicating that she'll be far away.
i remember the good old days, how it used to be,
And how i thought that we will be for enternity;
I was very wrong- it is clear to see,
I resort to a song to drown my misery;
There was a time when she was all i had,
And the thought of it then made me glad;
I would ride on my cycle with a smiling face,
Today all of it have become utter disgrace;
she gladly told her friends about me,
Our tender kisses and how i tickled her fantancy;
in eachother's arms, we'd talk of the kids we'd have,
Not knowing what exactly that life would serve;
and many more but little time to say,
For all my folly, this is how i repay.
"My dearest" is what she said,
"For all these years i felt i was dead;
you break my heart with the love that you give,
When tremendous bashing is what i thought to recieve;
i spent the nights thinking you were insane,
You never felt hurt nor did you feel pain;
these kids are mine but none are yours,
I despised our *** but desired the other ***********
i have gone with the kids foerever from you,
And will tell them that you being their daddy, was never true;
you have loved me so much all these years,
My heart wanted adventure, no wonder the tears;
now i take this big leap out to be with this man,
Whether he loves me or not, he is my ideal man;
and incase you wonder who he really is,
i am glad to tell you-he is the one who gives me peace;
goodbye my darling, do what you have to do,
Incase you live or die, i will never come for you."
As i plung through the sky rehearsing these words,
I hoped to meet my makers- my waiting gods;
but here i lay with my eyes wide open,
Still on earth and not in heaven;
all i can feel is excrutiating pain,
From a broken body and self disdain;
i have lost every limb of my body,
No love, nor hope nor family;
what kind of life is this that i have lived,
That even when i wanted, i am not deceased?
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 7:21 AM UTC
I drove by your house this afternoon
On an errand of a sort other than nostalgia
Looking down the way, I saw your place
I remembered the last time I drove by you
After work I visited you at night
I drove in the dark, I arrived and I parked
And bounded your dimly lit staircase
In a familiar place, I saw your lovely face
And we would melt together in an embrace
You would lead me to your room
I'd close the door, remove my shoes
And we would laugh as I told the night's stories
Then you would kneel over me
And us two became we
But the details are too painful to think of
I remembered loving you today
It was so beautifully excrutiating , I couldn't stay
I turned down another street, feeling so incomplete
Because I can't think of you another way
Aug 9, 2016
Aug 9, 2016 at 9:30 PM UTC
I tried opening my eyes,
All I saw was a teary-eyed blur.
I couldn't see your deceiving smile.
I couldn't see your alluring blackhole eyes.
I was blinded from all the tools you used to lure me into your trap.
My loud wails overpowered every lie you could ever tell.
And the salty taste of my tears, erased all memory of the taste of your lips.
The excrutiating pain on my chest, and my extreme pants for air, killed all the butterflies I'd felt for you.
In that moment, when everything that led me to you was blocked out,
I was able to finally look into myself and realise my own worth.
The scars and bruises you left all over my body,
Shall forever be a reminder never to let a man like you back in my life.
Crying saved my life.
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 6:44 AM UTC
Can time stop for a while?
Something feels wrong.
Your lies keep echoing and i can’t move on.
I tried to fake a smile and act like i’m staying strong.
But now i dont know who i am anymore
How come you look like you’re doing fine
I dont know what to do without you
You said you’d wipe my teats if i ever cried.
You left me memories that are so blue
Every season there’s people changing , but im still the same stuck in this frame
How can everything weel excrutiating
I dont know what to do without you.
May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 3:44 PM UTC
To be washed under a wave;
persistant. . .
thinking how sad life is
Drowning, excrutiating, breathlessly squeezing love out;
Showing "it"
pathways to escape like sand
through fingers, one grain at a time
Unredeemable time flying
and pushing, pushing all, to impending doom
Death and darkness awaits.
But ignore, ignore. . .
take no notice of this horrific pitch-black reality.
Afterall
there's nothing one can do about it except to
fear it
. . .
Impending doom?
how very cliche, how very awkward!
well atleast no one is left behind this time;
All life forms driven all at once,
like lambs to slaughter,
relentlessly by Death on its two light feet;
night and day.
But we are stubborn, we still laugh
Defiant, we still hope. . .
As we march on to this promised doom
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC
When I hear his name
I try to hide the excrutiating pain
Deep within me
That's bound to spill out in a way
creating an eruption of
unexplainable and uncontrollable emotions
I try to cover up the way I feel inside
Just like the way I cover up the way I look
On the outside
All I know is nothing really works
Whether it be xanex
Or a tube of concealor
Nothing stays hidden forever
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 2:32 AM UTC
I have excrutiating back pain from carrying double heartbreak.
It has been three months since my liberation,
three months since I stopped envisioning my nails scratching a kitchen table,
screaming out his name, my back arched.
Three months since I have kissed sanity on the lips and watched it undress me ever so gently.
I have been in bed with insanity for months now, letting it tear me open in my sleep.
For months, I have involuntarily let loneliness hold me in the night and ***** every inch of me.
Every ounce of my heart is rolling around in my throat.
It chokes me in my sleep.
I swallow my own tears,
let my arms lay limp and my legs drag behind me.
At night, when the dim moonlight dresses my skin in glow,
I rip my clothes off,
I allow the darkness to follow the moonlit floor, and watch it dance with me, all in my bareness.
I sleep,
it touches me.
I awake,
it watches me rise and take the day.
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 2:27 AM UTC
( excerpted from ----
THE WORDS OF THE MASTER POET )
Author ----- ANONYMOUS
••
The most basic feature of great poetry is its use of CONTRAST
::
For example - for something to have a certain quality
It's absence must have the severest OPPOSITE quality
•
The absence of the one you love
Must be reason for extreme hatred
Or the love seems shallow
//
Having a friend must be blown up into
True eternal joy !
The absence of this feeling must be portrayed as
PAIN !
( and you must portray yourself as BROKEN !
as FOREVER SCARRED !
as now a ******* INSANE IDIOT !
or have your work shrunken unto impotency
//
You must describe your love as
1000 super novas !
Exploding majestically
In the heartland of your *****
Your ***** becoming
The Vision of the universe
The appearance of god himself !
Here to illuminate the human race !
//
And the PAIN !
The excrutiating pain
In love 's absence
The life denying loneliness
The razor blades
The exalted scars !
Of body
Mind &
Soul !
//
THIS IS POETRY !
( contrast )
//
The ACCEPTED , trendy sort of poetry
Or
The REJECTS ! - wallowing in wisdom
And compassion
( these flairs MUST be avoided )
Think only of
EXTREMES
love / hate
Joy / pain
worthy / worthless
Etc
And you too
Will become
A MASTER POET
( like ME )
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 12:52 AM UTC
In this day and in this hour,
Let us not forget, much less accept!
This groutesque occurence
We somehow forsaw but still allowed.
No tears are enough,
Nor do I know the words,
That calm the souls
Of those who so much lost.
Calm won't be found in words,
For no language has enough
When what truly matters
is how we resist from moving on.
Those in power
They claim to help,
But stepping on eggshells
They always refuse to change.
The silent motions,
Excrutiating to the ear.
And the normality of it all
A reason to fear.
"Of course we care"
"For sure we'll change"
And instead of moving right
We only seem to move left.
In a black mirrored society
How easy have we made
All this chaos possible,
Chaos we now must reverse.
Incentives to drown the guilt?
Those are never shortseen.
And with an opaque conscience
They all fall asleep.
It's no longer about "If" simply about "when"
And now more than ever,
Now it's when we say...
ENOUGH!
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 11:26 PM UTC
-------------------------------------------------TRUST----------------------------------------------
fragile as it is dense
thick as it is thin
beauty as it is ugly
a bond so special it would be derogatory to call it anything else,it what its all about.
took me 9 months to gain her's
gone in seconds faster than air.
the tighter you grasp it the farther it goes
it takes time for it to grow
like a tree crossing maturity
but winds of talks knocks it down,
roots were to blame.
grows on you like a wolf in disguise,blooms like a rose but ****** to check its originality,
astonishing how money buys all pleasures yet this remains untouched and pure
intelligent at its best like a hawk,
dumb like a human
nuture it love ,grows into an expanse of pure serenity
internal doubts and egos bring it down and leave this purity fouled by stinksof the mastermind...
hard to accquire joy to keep
painful to doubt and excrutiating to leave
the godfather of any relation
TRUST
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 12:36 AM UTC
it took me over a month to
crack the puzzle
now i am rolling backwards i am
stone dead flung over you
things are just as they always were
i try to crack my teeth on frozen fruit
strawberries cranberries raspberry the red juices flowing
into my neck cold and numb i want to be
bitten
i used to put my head into the freezer
power food
i cannot keep myself from flowing
I HELD MY BREATH UNTIL I WAS IN
AN EXCRUTIATING PAIN AND I
REALIZED I COULD NEVER
SUFFOCATE MYSELF
THE WAY I SUFFOCATE OTHERS
then i went to our place
screamed my lungs out
then i went home
and that was death
i think the first step will be to realise
that i will never understand myself among others
then i went to our place
smashed all the plates i could find
then i woke up
i was in my own kitchen
I WILL BE LEFT WITH SINGLE WORDS ONLY:
funky
mistress
petulant
asylum
Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 4:42 PM UTC
Being away from you kills me,
the warmth of your touch,
as you held my dimpled cheek,
against you,
with my tears wetting your shirt-
still lingers there,
as if twere never gone.
You went away ,
taking a part of me with you;
now here i am,
i do not know where my soul is,
perhaps its still clinging onto you,
refusing to let go
.Now leaning on the balcony,
with the setting sun beams,
poring through my eyes ,
my mind's all in for you;
your black curious eyes,
fixed on mine,
as you held me in your arms,
against the balcony-
my heart always seemed to float away...
Seeing you only makes it worse,
bits of those forever torn 'moments'-
trying to poke their heads back in,
the excrutiating pain as the bits tear through to me,
i can only but bear 'em ;
as your messy hair in the morning,
as your embarrassing smile,
as you,.. my dear,
enclose me in painful happiness.
Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 4:48 AM UTC