"maddens" poems
I never stop thinking of you,
you always fill up my head.
And not just with thoughts,
but inspiration instead.
This feeling you give,
is something I seek.
It's just so relieving,
anytime you speak.
I love how you sing,
about anything that moves you.
Leaving nothing out,
whether it maddens or soothes you.
Your soul just emits,
an intoxicant that calms me.
And when we touch,
this mood just embalms me.
It binds me tight,
locked in your sweet release.
Then time slows down,
til the silence has ceased.
But during that moment,
I've begun to beleive.
That your voice,
is really,
the only one I need.
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC
You were cast as the superhero,
And I played the role of freak.
You saved the world
And one damsel -
Who like the stories always go
Stole your superhero heart.
Flocks of people
Worshiped you as if you
Were their saving Shepard.
I loved you in a different way,
I loved you when you were "human"
And hero only to me.
Your power didn't change you
But took you away from me.
Desperate to claw back
At a love that was never mine
I cast myself as villain
Evil and rotten to the core -
Yet I was no glamorous villain
I was villain alone and forgotten
Lost in the rotting ache of a broken whole
Desperate for my superheros attention -
Love - the purest drug
That maddens like no other.
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 8:29 PM UTC
A cup of coffee soakes the aroma everlasting
that corrupts the air, shaking into harmony.
Moisture into ice, steaming up the hose;
Caressing her timid white flesh as
kisses breeze through the window
fill the room with silent words
in the ear soundless and angelic
and laughing crazy trills through his veins.
Over the shoulder, from the neck
his palm waves down the spine.
Two black gems, turn from night to light;
Big bald head peaks over the street as it
gathers drops from moisted heat
it rays on black silky hair
glittering from beneath the skin
and taste of pale freedom maddens him
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 7:32 PM UTC
Chained in the dark ocean
No life no sun no clouds no moon
Nothing there but darkness and gloom
Sinking into maddens I claw myself
If pain is what keeping me sane
What else is there for me to gain?
I want to break free
I want to be carefree
I’m I shouting, or I am I weeping?
As my head starts to kneel
Accepting fate for what it wants to be?
I hear a song, and sound that slowly appears
I squinting my eyes and look as far as I can see
Suddenly this angel appears magically in front of me
Her enchanting smile caught me by surprise
Who ever thought this heart could beat again?
White warmness all around her
Bring life into this fragile body of mine
She had Aquarius gems that were her eyes
Drowning in them
Her voice was singing
Her harp reached out
Her songs and arms warp around me
She broke me out, she made me shout
She was my angel that illuminated my world for me
Her genuine honest and good heart
Kissed me back to life
She is an angel, drowned in the bottom of the pool
She is that chick that is just too cool
People mistaken her for a fool
But if you close enough you’ll notice
That she is a jewel
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 10:45 PM UTC
Beneath black curls
beautiful eyes said
I’m wrong.
I’m not some experience,
much as I know
my grasp is better
to be weighed.
While time creeps,
caution.
They haven’t ignored it.
Waste time.
March down.
Crush them,
make an example
of his enemies!
It maddens me to listen,
explaining things that
accomplish much.
His eyes found themselves
locked on the wave of
anger, crying.
You gave the best,
you chose
a polite smile.
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 10:16 PM UTC
The back and forth pace
behind the seal to individuality
a blurred plastic vision of a
mystery that could be joy
or utter sadness that maddens
or utter madness that saddens
the very soul of the soul and
the only spark that lives within
this state of mind, now may
remain or may not, on the
other side
- Kaya
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 9:43 AM UTC
This house doesn't need ghosts to scare anyone
The walls take sanity for fun
They'll hex you with whispers in tongue
Arrive with confidence - leave with none
The longer you stay, the further undone
The air stifles, it thickens and numbs
It weighs down on you like tons
Constricting every cell, it stuns
Skeletons in these closets have guns
Heat comes at you like fire from dragons
I mean heat like blaze of a million suns
Your mind weakens and maddens
This house kills souls like it's a soul assassin
A suffering only the wicked can fathom
Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 5:01 PM UTC
This house doesn't need ghosts to scare anyone
The walls here take sanity for fun
They'll hex you with whispers in tongue
Arrive with confidence and leave with none
The longer you stay, the further undone
The air stifles, it thickens and numbs
It weighs down on you like tons
Constricting every cell, it stuns
Skeletons in these closets tote guns
Heat coming at you like the breath of dragons
I mean heat like fire from a thousand suns
All the while, your mind weakens and maddens
This house kills souls like it's a soul assassin
A suffering only the wicked can fathom
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 7:47 PM UTC
The temple priest has rung his bell.
A cloud of smoke from candles and lamps
Haloes the Goddess, glowing bright
This beat of drums both maddens and dulls.
The incense burns: so heady the musk,
Our senses flounder in the flood.
This endless chant of sacred words
Soon drugs our lips and stuns our minds.
The Goddess, always staring down:
Her painted pupils cut through smoke
And read the secret thoughts we think.
We somehow feel this within our hearts
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 4:42 AM UTC
my cotton filled mouth, refreshed by the sweet nectar of ice cold beer, needs food
i snake through the party, rubbing off of sweaty near naked people, towards grub
bits of monkey bread, the highlight of my short munch, last but milliseconds
8 beers down, 3 women to go
everyone has a standard to live up to right?
why not
i hope i finally get with that girl from the east side
i would fully enjoy being between those legs
but shes not here, she is at home with her husband god ******
i have a tiny suspicion she likes him for his paycheck
her rock took a toll on it, i know that for sure
i see it gleaming off the sun, screaming 'im a gold digger!'
she gives me a glance of two. i see it quite often
oh well shes not here
but that **** from 102 is
i go over there
words of an *** flow out of my cloudy throat
she digs it...
my ignorant ***** of a friend, morgan calls me over.
my stomach curls as the *** races down, thrilling my nerves
in my brain, lights ignite, i go wild
like my fresh cig, my eyeslight up
i except the fact that ill wake up next to her puke filled steve maddens and a 'fuck you' text
Apr 18, 2011
Apr 18, 2011 at 6:11 PM UTC
this ting dat im feelin this hive in my mind
this singular consciousness of twisted thoughts
thoughts of what is wanted and of what can not be had
strangely i hear a bird
this obsession of mine of these thoughts in my head
im still the odd one out a fifth wheel if you will
all of this incessant hurt inside of what i can not express
strangely i feel a feather
why can i not see past this singularity this idea
this tangled tumultuous event in my mind a sty in my eye
i can not seem to pry it out this hive thought this
strangely i hear a chirp
all of this slow its making me mad and still it stays
this unrelenting thing that is selfish at me it plays
i want this maddening thing gone away far aways
strangely i feel a wing
yet this flies not away from me where I cant hear or feel or see this thing that drives at me and maddens to the sickening of me the passion the intensity of this thing I feel and see
this thing I want and can not have it slowly to will drive me mad this insatiable feeling to posses the passion it must hold because it makes me feel in me a thing ive never had for me and stirs me how it does how can i hold it back and still see whats right in front of me this thing I want but can not have these feelings that burn inside and wont fly away i must betray i do in word the thing that has a hold on this part of the one of i see...
Oct 20, 2010
Oct 20, 2010 at 11:36 PM UTC
Gordon maddens coils under the high ceilings
solitary in his three rooms
with his cello and window sill herb box
with his art ideas employment as a film extra
and drink fought at bay daily
see also : battling off the ghoul of his perished father
his other and waging with his ****** bead
his aging kingdom sensitively approaching seventy
Sep 7, 2024
Sep 7, 2024 at 1:54 PM UTC
Too much ******* noise,
All these people shouting and screaming,
Yelling at me,
It's painfully all I want is silence pece,
But no all these people just want to pull at me,
Pull me into maddens sand insanity,
All I want is silence and peace,
But these ******* just won't give in,
Please I'm begging you,
Let me be,
Let me fade away,
Let me fall away,
Just let me go.
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 5:38 PM UTC
I stand before a black pool
where the mire does not wait quietly beneath the water, where it turns,
murmuring, like the sick child who turns in sleep.
my body is not reflected
in this darkness.
the night sky is close and empty and it reveals nothing but
decay. the darkness of the black pool
calls loudly and brightly,
for it means nothing;
our knowledge is not knowledge, only the darkness is known.
the quiet it radiates is clamorous,
it opens our bodies.
my eyes glimmer until you submit to them,
fingers longing to speak sharply into your body.
in anticipation my hands
hum.
you do not move as I ****** them into your white skin.
we have grown accustomed to this place;
we have lingered here before,
in the gloaming.
we have felt the clawing winds that chase one another,
copulate, and birth new nothingness,
our eyes expressing our motives in the
various shades that compose the darkness.
it creates a lovely hurtling noise as
we bend before it,
as the night maddens us with its indecisiveness.
before we began it laughed so much,
but now that we have touched one another
it has silenced itself again.
my hands might have softened against you
in a bright place,
but we remain, lost in the eternal,
unseeing pupil of the dark.
and the moon that looks upon us is not our moon,
but the white knuckle of a dying man.
in silence, we kiss beneath the
surging breath of the
world.
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 10:09 AM UTC
All lives matter
the madder I get
At the matter of public opinion
madness of this meteorological rise
Defies logic and the projects have become project
For white bourgeois hipsters in tight pants
Which maddens me further –
Mothers in moccasins mobilize
In Mobile, Alabama
Misrepresenting the million man march
As a method to success
Monarchic movement
Mitigated by the masses
Is madness –
Medicated and misguided muthafuckers
Maligned and misinformed
Marry in May during the full moon
To better understand Mormon culture
And the issues with lead
In Flint, Michigan –
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 5:45 PM UTC
My thoughts slip away,
my blood runs cold.
Every time, she leaves my arms.
I become lost.
A disillusioned wanderer,
A hopeless fool.
In a constant search,
Yet finding nothing.
Apart from her urge.
She is divine, holy, sacred.
She is pale as the snow,
Yet black as tar.
She soothes my mind.
She completes me.
And every time she leaves I die.
Ensued by my screams of maddens.
My cries of despair.
As I crave nothing but her.
She hooked me at first touch.
Enslaving me in insanity.
Dreaming of her kiss.
Deluded by the Drug she is.
May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 4:17 PM UTC
I am broken,
I fail
People are broken
People fail
This is the human condition as best I can see
It’s not just you, it isn’t just me
The thing that upsets me
The thing that maddens
It’s the people who emit
If you want to see perfect look at me
I am flawless and others are low
I have attained perfection
And where are you
What a ridiculous deception
It. Makes. Me. Sick.
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 5:43 PM UTC
Gymnasts use chalk billowing in white
smoky clouds to clutch the high bars. But heights
frighten me. I never land on my feet. I’ve gotten
rope burns from the tug-of-wars over the years that I’ve
endured. I’ve developed calluses from gripping
the line tightly. Anxiety is expressed in water droplets,
as dew on the morning lawn. It makes it impossible
to hold on when sweat is rolling off. To think what they
used to do, from learning to tie my shoes, to taking care
of a home and family. Now my digits hang as old
sow teats flapping in the breeze. They’ve turned into a
Tin Lizzie, a rusty vehicle that barely moves. It maddens
me to see an infant’s grasp,
a natural reflex, as hairs on a Venus Fly Trap. The soft,
tiny rows can swallow any bug whole. Old age has swollen
the palms; arthritis has done harm. I have the lines and
creases on both the left and right. They form the letter “M”
to remind me I’m still married.
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 6:07 AM UTC
i mean, its hard job
to describe, smell she had
drives me crazy with her scent,
that maddens me bad,
i first had that smell
when we ducked,
in her room, in her bed
the smell of her p%ssy,
for life it has stayed.
we're not together now,
but the smell is still there,
i'll be looking for it,
in any women i'll be with, i swear,
her pretty curves photographs i took,
to see how it look in the photos,
her face is photogenic, but the ***
ugh.. not the buttox..
i spanked on her right cheek,
it got a stamp of my palm,
she reacted with a smugly calm smile,
that picture on my head, its on fleek
this was after we went to a cricket match,
T.U. ground was packed,
in the middle of thousands crowd,
i hold her tight between lap,
Aug 11, 2023
Aug 11, 2023 at 5:46 AM UTC