"fetishists" poems - Hello Poetry

Innocence becomes passe Sin again within favor Gestures of genuine penance, all shall be refused Jaded to the long term touch I shall now renew Sin Again Within Favor Sin Again to Favor Balcony beckons escape to only fetishists' invites God would not rain *** and skin in test So Remain Godless

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Mar 25, 2017

Mar 25, 2017 at 5:49 PM UTC

ZeroNine

Luciferin Favors

Innocence becomes passe Sin again within favor Gestures of genuine penance, all shall be refused Jaded to the long term touch I shall now renew Sin Again Within Favor Sin Again to Favor Balcony beckons escape to only fetishists' invites God would not rain *** and skin in test So Remain Godless

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Arabs are on their knees Command them left and right, whatever you please The female goddess with her divinity But she mustn't succumb to her desires Cursed with a voidhole, a witch with no flying stick Strike the strings and they will shiver Their Gods with invested interest in genitalia, Debating vice and virtue Perverted thoughts, oh, let them pass As she rubs her blood oozed inner thighs I can hear the delicate moans and quivers Society under her thumb Quickening breath, fast paced heart and wide spread legs At last, the land of promised ******* Virginity fetishists with holy manuscripts Tribal war, the darkest of blood Mount your ******* to the highest heights Reach their moral mountains and hijack their sanity Fear stricken by your circular thumb-motions For they will associate ***** blood with vanity Ignorance at their gates No light escapes, shattered lives Facts infecting their pride Worshiped not for her intellect nor beauty But for the voidhole she carries In the desert sand, she remains a liability Until she becomes a miserable bride

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Dec 23, 2014

Dec 23, 2014 at 9:23 PM UTC

YuriMarkovic

Voidhole

Arabs are on their knees Command them left and right, whatever you please The female goddess with her divinity But she mustn't succumb to her desires Cursed with a voidhole, a witch with no flying stick Strike the strings and they will shiver Their Gods with invested interest in genitalia, Debating vice and virtue Perverted thoughts, oh, let them pass As she rubs her blood oozed inner thighs I can hear the delicate moans and quivers Society under her thumb Quickening breath, fast paced heart and wide spread legs At last, the land of promised ******* Virginity fetishists with holy manuscripts Tribal war, the darkest of blood Mount your ******* to the highest heights Reach their moral mountains and hijack their sanity Fear stricken by your circular thumb-motions For they will associate ***** blood with vanity Ignorance at their gates No light escapes, shattered lives Facts infecting their pride Worshiped not for her intellect nor beauty But for the voidhole she carries In the desert sand, she remains a liability Until she becomes a miserable bride

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first, a raccoon wrapped within its own intestine. the asphalt is its grave; i swerve to miss it. we shared the same air, maybe even a common ancestor. someone moved too fast to care. its the ones with fast cars and slow minds pretty faces and ugly intent artificial kindness but genuine hate i'm not your friend just a similar sense of self it is fat priests playing golf lottery ticket paradises restaurants embellished mechanized slaughter fake laughter and even faker love shopping mall environmentalists lexus-driving christians paychecks, TV, lawn mowing sundays drink yourself to death please. the least among us in control deprived of the mind the stench of their egos and their hypocrisy the gasoline, the cash, and the forced smiles as i write people die children die i'm like many the fool who knows but does nothing the one who doesn't know that's the good person the moral person. second, a rant, a ****** off rage the days are stale, self-actualize, the Earth remains the same dry and motionless middle-class frustration, planetary confusion, the ***** of the Earth, capsized like dying branches in a wal-mart state of mind, stupid slobs, rodent minded social egoists over-organized, clean freak object fetishists the evolutionary dollar sign they bay at the moon, it's made of cheesecake phase transitioning, you blood clot, Earthly blood clot, you don't know art now there's ancient blood on my hands smokeless, plantless, Earthless blood detached from Gaian consciousness stain on the mind confused, clogged pathways, clogged with self-righteous mind flood piles of ***** tissue, waning and waxing force feed me your ******** please because i have no idea how to answer in this cultural blood bath it is the end of time the end of mind. :aaphi

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Sep 16, 2013

Sep 16, 2013 at 7:01 PM UTC

aa-phi

words from an optimist

first, a raccoon wrapped within its own intestine. the asphalt is its grave; i swerve to miss it. we shared the same air, maybe even a common ancestor. someone moved too fast to care. its the ones with fast cars and slow minds pretty faces and ugly intent artificial kindness but genuine hate i'm not your friend just a similar sense of self it is fat priests playing golf lottery ticket paradises restaurants embellished mechanized slaughter fake laughter and even faker love shopping mall environmentalists lexus-driving christians paychecks, TV, lawn mowing sundays drink yourself to death please. the least among us in control deprived of the mind the stench of their egos and their hypocrisy the gasoline, the cash, and the forced smiles as i write people die children die i'm like many the fool who knows but does nothing the one who doesn't know that's the good person the moral person. second, a rant, a ****** off rage the days are stale, self-actualize, the Earth remains the same dry and motionless middle-class frustration, planetary confusion, the ***** of the Earth, capsized like dying branches in a wal-mart state of mind, stupid slobs, rodent minded social egoists over-organized, clean freak object fetishists the evolutionary dollar sign they bay at the moon, it's made of cheesecake phase transitioning, you blood clot, Earthly blood clot, you don't know art now there's ancient blood on my hands smokeless, plantless, Earthless blood detached from Gaian consciousness stain on the mind confused, clogged pathways, clogged with self-righteous mind flood piles of ***** tissue, waning and waxing force feed me your ******** please because i have no idea how to answer in this cultural blood bath it is the end of time the end of mind. :aaphi

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All hail Eris. Sometimes she rolls the dice and good things happen. Sometimes she rolls the dice and bad things happen. The way I see it you've got two options: a) cross your fingers b) don't cross your fingers There's no use shouting at dice. That precious breath would be better spent hailing Eris, or laughing at the whole facade. Everyone you'll ever meet is just another roll of the dice. the sinners, the saints, the foot fetishists, the celibates the Muslims and Jainists are created and destroyed as they are by a fickle flick of Eris' wrist. The friend who lied to your face, the ex who cheated on you and never had the guts to tell it to your face, the man locked in prison for child **** What separates you from the monsters? A roll of the dice.

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Nov 24, 2013

Nov 24, 2013 at 9:26 AM UTC

ryan-pemberton

dramatic discord

All hail Eris. Sometimes she rolls the dice and good things happen. Sometimes she rolls the dice and bad things happen. The way I see it you've got two options: a) cross your fingers b) don't cross your fingers There's no use shouting at dice. That precious breath would be better spent hailing Eris, or laughing at the whole facade. Everyone you'll ever meet is just another roll of the dice. the sinners, the saints, the foot fetishists, the celibates the Muslims and Jainists are created and destroyed as they are by a fickle flick of Eris' wrist. The friend who lied to your face, the ex who cheated on you and never had the guts to tell it to your face, the man locked in prison for child **** What separates you from the monsters? A roll of the dice.

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- I’ve been accepted in a number of small-town organizations, Constructed by some confetti-fetishists who craved nothing more than To write their thoughts onto the underside of a bridge, Abandoned due to incredible uprisings of what some would call faux water. They’d told me, Multiple times actually, That I was bound to their ideals and morals forever; That they’d essentially taken the parts of my brain that mattered And the sections of my heart I knew couldn’t feel emotion but Hoped dangerously that they, under suitable conditions, just might And tossed them into a box Snuck down to the river Let it drift away as I slept alone. I’ve been afraid to try new things, always afraid, Always wandering about with a finger to the air and a Paintbrush to mark where I‘ve been. To think that they “saved me,” Or “kept me from a suicidal afterparty” is now Only a thought rather than action. And now Slowly, gently, He lift a glass of dust to his mouth Wondering who he used to be As I watch myself from the corner. -

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May 16, 2011

May 16, 2011 at 6:09 PM UTC

dylan-d-1

The Bridge Occult

- I’ve been accepted in a number of small-town organizations, Constructed by some confetti-fetishists who craved nothing more than To write their thoughts onto the underside of a bridge, Abandoned due to incredible uprisings of what some would call faux water. They’d told me, Multiple times actually, That I was bound to their ideals and morals forever; That they’d essentially taken the parts of my brain that mattered And the sections of my heart I knew couldn’t feel emotion but Hoped dangerously that they, under suitable conditions, just might And tossed them into a box Snuck down to the river Let it drift away as I slept alone. I’ve been afraid to try new things, always afraid, Always wandering about with a finger to the air and a Paintbrush to mark where I‘ve been. To think that they “saved me,” Or “kept me from a suicidal afterparty” is now Only a thought rather than action. And now Slowly, gently, He lift a glass of dust to his mouth Wondering who he used to be As I watch myself from the corner. -

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a 2nd reiteration listening to dropkick murphys' song *i'm shipping off to Boston*... you ******* quasi-paddies and Iraqi Aladdins have ****** up "my"... ******* jukebox! no music video ever came with a ******* news channel recommendation! wankers! sprat boilers! brat spanking fetishists! give me my ******* jukebox back... you ******* toddler's little pinky wankers off! it's not enough that the blood starts to boil... my thinking becomes all scrambled! i turn into a Danzig hunger-strike when i don't get to listen to new music! wankie ***** wankie ***** sure... but when i **** off while taking a **** and taking a **** i don't make a ******* video out of it, do i?! juggernaut... juggernaut... juggernaut... say it thrice like Beetlejuice... and... well... shazam! a rhino appears! i'm taking prisoners... the ones attached to the charge, as they scream... pretending to... "tag along". give my jukebox back you ******* invertebrates!

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Oct 25, 2018

Oct 25, 2018 at 8:14 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

2nd reiteration

a 2nd reiteration listening to dropkick murphys' song *i'm shipping off to Boston*... you ******* quasi-paddies and Iraqi Aladdins have ****** up "my"... ******* jukebox! no music video ever came with a ******* news channel recommendation! wankers! sprat boilers! brat spanking fetishists! give me my ******* jukebox back... you ******* toddler's little pinky wankers off! it's not enough that the blood starts to boil... my thinking becomes all scrambled! i turn into a Danzig hunger-strike when i don't get to listen to new music! wankie ***** wankie ***** sure... but when i **** off while taking a **** and taking a **** i don't make a ******* video out of it, do i?! juggernaut... juggernaut... juggernaut... say it thrice like Beetlejuice... and... well... shazam! a rhino appears! i'm taking prisoners... the ones attached to the charge, as they scream... pretending to... "tag along". give my jukebox back you ******* invertebrates!

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if I am elected president of this great country, next month will be a month long holiday, a celebration of blacks whites yellow red brown cellophane imaginary characters, superheros, invisible mystery movie stars country western, Rap stars, long haired rockers Disco even ( among the most reviled) rhythm and blues, blues reds those with accents, those without, homosapiens and bisexuals lesbians thespians the gay and those happy foot fetishists, my subscription to wow toes lapsed, biologists psychologists street pharmacy dudes Marilyn Monroe (oops my freudian slip, there) women men boys girls , old young two and four legged disabled American vet or not truck drivers , doctors nurses garbage collectors(I gotta give them cred) machinists secretaries liberals conservatives socialists ummm communists?, maybe not so much, waitresses even bill collectors, lawyers the clergy and those elected, maids kings queens prostitutes pimps bad weak , rednecks Santa , I seen him today at the seven eleven he works construction this time of year, the DEA the Armed Forces, probation officers the unemployed , the guy in the suit at the grocery in front of me buying Ribeyes with food stamps, teachers, septic tank pumpers .......whew, I gotta take a break. I left many out , but this month long holiday is going to be inclusive. No one left out behind. All colors all sizes all sexes all religions. Gotta for once stop dividing this country into us and them, see us all as Americans.

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Feb 27, 2016

Feb 27, 2016 at 1:28 AM UTC

wordvango

next month by proclamation

if I am elected president of this great country, next month will be a month long holiday, a celebration of blacks whites yellow red brown cellophane imaginary characters, superheros, invisible mystery movie stars country western, Rap stars, long haired rockers Disco even ( among the most reviled) rhythm and blues, blues reds those with accents, those without, homosapiens and bisexuals lesbians thespians the gay and those happy foot fetishists, my subscription to wow toes lapsed, biologists psychologists street pharmacy dudes Marilyn Monroe (oops my freudian slip, there) women men boys girls , old young two and four legged disabled American vet or not truck drivers , doctors nurses garbage collectors(I gotta give them cred) machinists secretaries liberals conservatives socialists ummm communists?, maybe not so much, waitresses even bill collectors, lawyers the clergy and those elected, maids kings queens prostitutes pimps bad weak , rednecks Santa , I seen him today at the seven eleven he works construction this time of year, the DEA the Armed Forces, probation officers the unemployed , the guy in the suit at the grocery in front of me buying Ribeyes with food stamps, teachers, septic tank pumpers .......whew, I gotta take a break. I left many out , but this month long holiday is going to be inclusive. No one left out behind. All colors all sizes all sexes all religions. Gotta for once stop dividing this country into us and them, see us all as Americans.

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My toes are ugly Well I think they are They look so strange Down there on the floor As though added on as an after thought Now imagine if we had none at all Fetishists would suffer quite a lot No way to get themselves off Athletes foot would be a thing of the past And I'd never be nibbled by dogs or cats As it is there here to stay Just ugly toes Down there Ok

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Jun 8, 2013

Jun 8, 2013 at 8:28 AM UTC

MichealWolf

Podiarty shame

My toes are ugly Well I think they are They look so strange Down there on the floor As though added on as an after thought Now imagine if we had none at all Fetishists would suffer quite a lot No way to get themselves off Athletes foot would be a thing of the past And I'd never be nibbled by dogs or cats As it is there here to stay Just ugly toes Down there Ok

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as i cast a spell into the gap between the knucklebones of your toes.we dangle before fetishists like raptors a little too costumey for you to hold me well ********* ****** toothbrushes to encourage their *** of pink foam into the basin of the sink.reaching down the gullet of the drain.my eyes rinse past you in hopes that my blasphemy will be as beautiful as yours though i sort each hair on your head one- by-one.across my satyr lips in crepuscular finality .

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Oct 31, 2016

Oct 31, 2016 at 2:20 PM UTC

k_faye

bad fruit pit

as i cast a spell into the gap between the knucklebones of your toes.we dangle before fetishists like raptors a little too costumey for you to hold me well ********* ****** toothbrushes to encourage their *** of pink foam into the basin of the sink.reaching down the gullet of the drain.my eyes rinse past you in hopes that my blasphemy will be as beautiful as yours though i sort each hair on your head one- by-one.across my satyr lips in crepuscular finality .

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