"horridly" poems
he used his hands to touch around my pure bare smooth skin
and told me it was supposed to feel magical,
but what is magic without a shinny golden lamp?
he rubbed it three time and continued.
he told me that i was a princess, untouchable to others, but him.
set on a perfect seated throne.
that seat was made just for me.
he ignored every blood drip drop
and shoved the glass slipper in as if it fit.
he whispered into my ear
and told me, i sounded like mourning birds chirping
as i screeched horridly being poisoned by an apple.
it felt like a needle pricking in and out of my skin.
laying there in eternity, still and steady.
wishing i could forever sleep.
but how can i sleep forever when he is the beast that has held me captive in his castle of words?
“the princess is supposed to kiss the frog and he will turn into a prince.”
i kissed the frog.
no.
i did even more, but he was nothing like their stories.
his story was different from the books.
he told me it was my fault that i was a singing siren.
i was just too desirable,
so he had to pull me out of the water and show me something new.
Dec 3, 2021
Dec 3, 2021 at 6:57 PM UTC
How can we not feel Adam’s pain
See the features of this creature
Tortured by people’s disdain
And not weep at his wretched state
Frankenstein’s creation
From his strange life equation
Electrical innovation
In that once marvelous now dead age
How can we not feel Adam’s pain
The child with no real name
Only a borrowed nomenclature
To define his human inhumane nature
Torches and Preachers calling for his head
Love denied never finding peace
This so called beast could rip us to shreds
Tear our flesh asunder and squash our heads
But when he speaks racked with life’s pain
A horridly embellished mirror of my own
My defenses break opening the floodgate
And the monster makes me cry
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 4:22 PM UTC
All oceans would this navigator discover
seven seas in seven years did he roam
whist sparkling stars in the heavens tried so hard
yet this broken navigator could not get back home
So he bites on solar winds and sails
to a place of many days of doldrums
this place so stagnant and most morose
he had to his sins, has to wait with his kin within
His crew are that hard of salty seafaring kind
with maps written on their faces cracked by sun and salt
they his, had only ****** smells and shells
call them hero's as seven seas they did horridly sea's fought
This was his last voided slipstream event
these mariners by the cut of their gibe
prayed to an Egyptian Hero some call Alligator
for he is the first and last of Navigator
So whist this captain of mapped minds falls
his company will care for his last orders
for they have witnessed in ancient tears
and the breaking of the navigator
Oh fly the flag and be proud
live poetry with passion long and loud
let your heart embrace this creature proud
whist you watch the breaking of the Navigator
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 7:14 AM UTC
To think or just blink - something click, then link
a pink fluid runs in the sink, it stink of raw ink
I did a sharp clink
And I laugh like a lunatic
The stinging click makes my brain tic
Then someone wink, I panic
Horror runs in terror deep in my fatty exterior
my heart roars its pounding beat as I roam in fast feat
I struggle for self-control calling all my self-patrol
Holding my reality intact in which for now, I lack
Insanity pulls my multiple personality
Questionable mentality
Shake, shake rapidly
now I dance stupidly
all attention now is in me, then I ran horridly
someone pinned me, I scream endlessly
something pierce my skin
a sharp quick pain
a fluid sips through my veins
rushing, calming every stiff muscles, then once more I leap
then my heart stops its bouncing beat
my craziness slips into a silent sleep!
© Pax
Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 11:48 AM UTC
Does this matter?
This horridly confident walk birthed from the wide open black mouth.
And the bellies of frogs painted across the damp stretch.
Look not on my fur my sleek winding back-
My claws are sharp.
My, my, my, my am I not vile enough?
We'd beckon to the night and its surrendered kisses-
Black!
Black feline tarts, free yourself, dig your members deep into the...
Nov 18, 2012
Nov 18, 2012 at 11:10 PM UTC
And I am sick of phone calls
From people long left,
And of this anxiety,
Which I won't forget.
Cold sweats and shaking myself.
horridly awake,
Horridly aware of you;
A memory of the past.
Tearing me ever slowly,
ruining my mind.
But I will find some comfort,
In the future first.
******* in the cool stiff air,
My hands filled with tears.
Then I'll become a monster,
In ways I'm not proud.
This is who I've become.
All that I hated.
At last my heart relaxes,
Release to the bed.
He rolls over with a sigh,
Arms wrapping 'round me.
I can feel his heart beat slow.
Suddenly, I am home.
Oct 14, 2012
Oct 14, 2012 at 4:16 AM UTC
This page is terrifying,
and now it is mine.
There are no rules on this page,
my eyes are all that see it.
My pencil greets it with my hands stroke.
My movement takes it where ever I please.
I would like to enhance my style with technique.
People: my greatest fear
&
my greatest love
intertwined.
Often times I mistook that love for hate, yet
looking back upon the reasons, I realize how
vain they were. How horridly timid I was to
let the truth, lies and rumors all become one.
How silly the grief of things.
How rude of me to focus in on them.
As if the plague was the cure to the madness
engulfing me as my friendships grew and
declined in number so rapidly. If only I could
say that I knew what I was doing.
How glad I am to say that I was not.
How glad I am to say that I learned to move on.
I have learned, at that.
I will bloom at winters end.
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 10:35 AM UTC
A heart that is gold may hold
But a heart that is clear shows fear
For everything inside is displayed to show
How much I’ve been feeling so horridly low
A heart may be there
But not in despair
And calling it weak
Or empty and bleak
Does nothing for you
And they haven’t a clue
To which it feels
To have your hopes slowly peeled
Off the bone and skin
So take your complaints to the garbage bin
I’m not being petty, or stupid and naive
But problems will fall like the brown autumn leaves
And now they are blackened and rot and decay
And I want the sun blotted out and to go far far away
My heart is in tears, but I need not express
For a suffering fool does his part to best
When he admits quietly and with wise dignity
So do shut up and come back when you see
That this is no exaggeration
Merely a human’s limitation
To how far emotions can go
Yet you still whine, “SO?!”
I’m done with today, I want to black out
And I can’t do so much as emit one quick shout
Because a suffering fool admits it quietly
When his one true love is shredded before he.
Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 11:26 AM UTC
Sitting here
Staring at the floor
Ransacking my stream of consciousness for
At least one solid thought
To write down
On this horridly clean
Piece of paper
I am tired
And alone
And entirely useless
(die, die, die)
Anywhere but here
Let's get out of this place
Go somewhere far, far away
Let's get in my car and
Drive and drive and drive
Until we forget why we left everything
But each other
Behind
In the first place
We might be dead by tomorrow
Come on, love
Let's go while we still can
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 11:15 PM UTC
My mind had started to slow.
Reverse this process
Let me go
Fast
My lungs become a freezer
To hold the
Fire Ice
Close my eyes and feel the crystal-
-ized
Ether poison of horridly wonderous taste.
Feeling better
Not fast enough in my haste.
While this is nice
I want to FEEL the
Fire Ice
Rock to powder
Powder to lines lines lines
Lines that lie
With the promise of power
Exhale, inhale
The burn I yearned
Tears
Feeling better burning higher
From the
Fire Ice
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 12:53 PM UTC
Her eyes are hollow pools
Through which you think you can see the bottom.
What you think are the glittering
Smooth pebbles on the grainy bottom are really
Just the backs of the horrible monsters that swim
On the surface of her tattered soul.
Just. The surface.
Farther down, past those horridly
Beautiful creatures, in the darker,
Colder waters even more things swim.
Blind to everything, but the destruction
Of the few drifting remnants of
Her true self.
And even further down are the
Bones of her lovers,
Her family,
Her friends…
The people she never wanted to be
Dragged down,
Drowned. Along with the emotions
She never should have had.
They sink, slowly, in the silt of her consciousness.
Some with grim-bone grins and silent screams,
Others with spindle fingers reaching
for a surface they’ll never see again.
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 11:23 AM UTC
Have you ever been blamed for something you didn't do
You feel violated of your own trust
Sometimes you don't even know the situation
Being blamed for something you didn't do is like a chain on you
Weighing you down from being sane
Propagate and profligate why your life is horrible
In your dreams, you run horridly
Beforehand you were happy
Therefore now you are worsening
Day by day
Have you ever been blamed for something you didn't do
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC
If you may give me permission
To ask and to give reason
I would gladly take the opportunity
To give me a bit of jubilee
As I do my best
To fulfill my quest
I only have a few requests
To my life's guests
It is not to treat me nice,y
Nor to treat me horridly
It is to treat me how they wish to be treated
Whether its with disregard or respect
If you treat me how you wish
Then I shall return the favor
But if you dare mess with me
Just imagine the resulting horror
If you are doing something
Wake it worthwhile
Whatever is happening
Put on a smile
Value each moment
Because all things end
Learn to love and to forgive
In life, good things must be conceived
Most importantly
Is to please remember me
Because I would never forget you
Even if time goes beyond infinity
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 4:08 PM UTC
bubbling underneath a smiling surface;
burning through my dimpled cheeks.
a feeling of frustration
unbreakable and deafening
making me see colors horridly beautiful
stealing the sleep from my eyes
and the quiet from my busy brain.
i hate this feeling,
this stagnant desperation.
its like a boulder breaking my spirit;
a red fashioned murderer of my inspiration.
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 1:28 AM UTC
Cycle of life moves ahead
clouds of thoughts fog my head
weary feet reach their goal
yet dryness permeates my soul
reflecting on the path behind
dark alleys haunt my mind.
Wildest dream meant longest miles
I started with the widest smiles,
game was I, walked it all
reached here without a fall
but now I feel everything gone
sullen emptiness fills bygone.
I see no mistake
I see no wrong step
where then did I fault
why did my joy halt
and so horridly I sense
this emptiness immense?
Why did I dream such?
Why did I toil so much?
What did I get, I wonder,
in hollow reasons I wander
only to find that although I've won,
I was following the horizon.
The child in me dies
the wise in me cries
as I glance my quixotic chase
I realize my empty race
I squandered my time, lost my dough
But worse are my spirits; were never so low.
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 9:28 AM UTC
sweat rolls down his spine and the cats tail will sway to the pace of the nearby pocket watch, ticking down time til the world shall end and the sun will beam through the windows and the babies will scream sounding like birds ripping souls from the worms that lay low to the cold hard ground in the middle of fall and I promise, darling, oh I promise the clouds will cry tonight while the moon beams comfort the girl with that red long hair, who sings so horridly the boys go blind from nonsense. and that moment, her father will cry while sipping his whiskey and her mother will take one too many pills to ease the pain knowing her son will die and her unborn will never grow again. like flowers on the mountain tops, nothing will be revoked from your paradisiacal grip that carries the world on a stick.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 9:29 PM UTC
I get so mad.
I don't know why
I wish that I could stop
Myself from yelling at my mom
And glaring at my pop.
At times they don't do anything
(I said I can't explain)
Yet I react
So horridly
(I can't help but complain)
They don't deserve my anger.
They don't deserve my rage.
So I will write my madness out
And leave it on the page.
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 11:31 PM UTC
The darkness...
It used to be a place that i could hide
A comfort pit.
But now it has pierced the full howl
Of the undertow of the falling world.
I feel the wash up rising above my chin
To take me under.
I tell myself if i hold steady
It will be worth it,
I will be great if i just hold composure
But that's just not true
The younger are passing me now
They know not to make the same mistakes as me
They look down at me with passivity, passing
The Weeknd is singing, cooing from my phone
You're only looking for attention...
I am smoking a cigarette bummed from my brother, it feels surprisingly
Worryingly good after a few days
Of not smoking
At that moment, thinking i have pierced the safe darkness and gone fully crazy, not stable when im sober
Deep into the wine
That the fox let out a curdling scream and it agrees horridly with my curdled soul
I fear mediocrity
I have lost the game of life
I am 23, and
It is too late.
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 12:05 AM UTC
I once stayed up so late
the crickets turned into birds,
And I once sobbed so horridly
That the headache lasted days,
But I never thought
I'd love anybody so much
That they thought
I was lying.
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 1:08 PM UTC
i like touching the bumps on their arms as i sniff and finally allow my face to drop
moments like that are drenched with such genuine pain and sincerity and silent understanding with still nodding of heads
how horridly beautiful, those moments are
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 3:38 AM UTC
Cocked
We point our bold fingers into shelves of our dangers and horridly
plow Through the triggers of now where we only can serve the the
greater number with nerve in old style blue steel in which nothing
can heal only
take it back
now I think they
are ready to
know that
the greater
the number
the quicker
the slumber
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 10:08 AM UTC
Yup, you red correctly,
this noggin must go
perhaps donated
to the Salvation Army, or Good Will
cuz, said atrophied cranial
horridly styled comfortably numb skull,
the source of immeasurable
beg hot ten woe, from dawn to dusk
nothing boot eve ville
hollow cavity mainly comprised
of wooly webbed weaving waste,
uber sawdust, sans Schuylkill
River effluvium and runoff rotten rill
hence, e'en a think tank
designated as Abby Normal
formerly atop a body named Phil
lip, or Wright winged Orville
one half brotherly duo,
the other sibling Wilbur,
whom both made a mill
yen legends getting airborne their lil
mechanical contraption
atop Kitty Hawk,
North Carolina with bi sic ****
mechanical aptitude,
when born aloft **** Devil Hill
synonymous making fin hushed
blue prints emulating
flying fish, whose grill
like cartilage backbone
precursor to Evil
Knievel, who soared
on his motorcycle a devil
lush daring stuntman,
whose helmeted crown
full pursestrings muted cavil
ling critics with legitimate enterprise
earning gobs of legal tender,
whence aye aver
his mugshot ought to appear
on common denomination bill
and/or honoring throughout
the entire month of April.
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 2:50 AM UTC