"nashing" poems
Aye think o this
When winter breezes blaws aroun'
whare silent thochts are filled wae gloom
and drifting words,they echo past
frae fearful man an fearful lass
In haunted hooses and misty lans
whare Ghosties an gobblins an unco bans
Pass atween this an theirs, that form
amidst tha thunders crashing storm.
Aye tucked up aroun yeer mithers apron
wae teeth a nashing an voices wailing
Fine ye ken this unhaly nicht
tis filled wae all unGodly licht
Craw tha Banshee frae tha Ben
like howlet song throughoot tha Glen.
Satan, Auld horney casts his lots
for innocent bairnies fresh frae their cots
An' ancient stories there arise an fly
Like shooting stars that fill tha sky
for here in tales tha croonies dae rattle
in haunting airs and fiendish battle
leagons arise tae tha masters calling
This nicht hell awakens, aahhh tha heevens are falling.
Here in blackened darkened skies
whare lichtning flashes weaves an cries
An mortal man fears fa his soul
against that heelish burning coal
Ministers intae their beds are fleeing
wae ranting verses fa all their Dealing.
Whare auld worn hags an witches cast
upon tha waters that blaw an blast
drooning mony tha ship an sailor
all fa tha glory O their Demonic tailor
when cauldrens stir in bubbling brews
An damnation demands its richtful dues
tha lan' it heaves and haws
devouring all within its jaws
A Blood red Moon casts her lot
whare evil men have Died an fought
tha Earth auld an worn frae tribulation
demands the blood of every nation.
Here within the fields o life
brither against brither in war an strife
hae released all this fiendish nightmare
fa all their guilt,fa all they share
Alisdaire O'Caoimph
Mar 21, 2011
Mar 21, 2011 at 8:05 AM UTC
I wanna rip this beating heart out.
I wanna throw it to the wolves.
I wanna feel there nashing teeth
on splintered human veins.
I wanna see you melt the darkness
that has eatin into my brain.
I wanna see you be a trickster
and slice these putred sayings,
these words that i live by,
that open up my mind
to wonders that can see through
all the screaming bleeding cries.
The screams of people dying,
being murdered in the streets.
The cries of all the children
that are weeping at my feet.
I wanna see your face
twist in crooked agony
at the sight of all these horrors
laying dormant in your dreams…..
Feb 1, 2011
Feb 1, 2011 at 8:30 PM UTC
The story of a child cursed and abused...
Simply because the demons amused
Nashing and burning his selfish way there.
Penetrating tears without the slightest care
She begs and she pleads.
While he laughs so insane.
A heart simply stone and for that he remains.
But he will get his in the depths of a cell
Tormented and rotting in his own personal hell.
May his two *** burn with delight...
While maggots feast between his legs...
Let him bleed with all might.
Maybe he is the accident, maybe he doesn't belong.
Maybe he is a ***** perhaps I could be wrong.
Poor old mother ******
He loves to see her cry.
He screams and shouts as loud as he can.
God I wish he'd die.
She is so fragile, her past she can not change.
But she continues to live in torment because the demons turned insane.
He loves to hear her stories.
The anger lets him live.
While he steals away her liveliness.
Until there is nothing left to give.
Give me a Four foot blade so I may stick it up his ***
Rip out all his organs, his rapture shall not last.
I'll place leaches on his ***** and rip out all the veins.
I'll make that ******* so regret the day he ever came!
I will rip out all his ***** hair, one by one you see.
Just to watch him squirm and bow down before great me!
I'll put needles in his pupils and tell him he will die.
But not for two more weeks, I want to watch him cry
All her tears, all her pain these hands can not cure.
But his death and this poem are sacrificed for HER!
Amber O.
My sister wrote this for me............
May 27, 2010
May 27, 2010 at 2:39 PM UTC
you tossed
your answer
at me
cool
and casually.
even the
way you
tell me
no
invokes images
of god
blessing me.
singling
me out
among the rats nashing
their teeth.
I adore
your voice
It is
a song
for my
soul.
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 5:19 PM UTC
Crusading for love
to understand being
leaving the lens no vision for seeing
momentary glances keep the spirit alive
with vexations abound they tear at my soul
Nashing and clawing
As i stand at this yawning
Will i jump in will i submit
Crashing around me in this sulphur pit
Aghast it stops the rational clicks
that clear inner voice turning dark into light
vexations and demons they leave with great flight
I had known all along i was up for this fight x
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 9:56 PM UTC
Crusading for love
to understand being
leaving the lens no vision for seeing
momentary glances keep the spirit alive
with vexations abound they tear at my soul
Nashing and clawing
As i stand at this yawning
Will i jump in will i submit
Crashing around me in this sulphur pit
Aghast it stops the rational clicks
that clear inner voice turning dark into light
vexations and demons they leave with great flight
I had known all along i was up for this fight x
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 9:59 PM UTC
Afloat upon the greatest pond
I do drift my hands
And let the ripples play
The sigh of waves resting upon the grainy beach
Echoes in the meadow woods
And time ceases for a day
But on that lake's surface I am unaware
Of ripples found beneath
My lovely little pond
The fearsome jaws, the fearsome muscles
Of mechanical nature
Below abounds
And ripping currents
With heavy traffic
Bide their time below
But I float above the nashing teeth
And water rivers too
Drifting slowly on the pond's surface
Above the torrent below
Jun 5, 2019
Jun 5, 2019 at 9:14 PM UTC
Cover me in the black sheet.
Flood me with taunts of the stars
Let them shoot at me.
I'll take a nova right to the chest,
Absorb its dying breath
A bursting beautiful chaotic mess.
Stardust, its existence, now ash.
I don't know why it gets harder at night
My chemicals collide, they kiss all night, but their love is my fight and I can't **** them every time because it is so passionate
like Romeo and Juliet, young and dumb, they'll sacrifice me so their love can live on.
Why am I the vessel of the lonely panging flesh.
Inhaling sharply taking wounds from someone else with each breath.
But I'm unaware of all the gaping holes in me because I'm a werewolf and by morning i have no recollection of bleeding.
But the holes are starved at night and they seep through my clothes soaking my mind.
I lie in pools of letting my insides roam but every day I swear that this will no longer be my home.
From the belly of the beast I'm now at it's nashing teeth,
it swallowed me once but after walking through guts I've finally reached
an opportunity, but the PM comes and the black ***** me back down the esophagus i have fought and fought leaving red scratches down it as my fingers claw.
I thought maybe if I loved enough it would ***** me up.
Maybe if I was content I'd be able to call this games bluff.
But the black sheet comes for me and I can hear the crickets sing
and when the dawn comes I'll be out again
but the sheet of night will come and take me right back in.
May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 1:46 AM UTC
jaw jaw jaw
nashing teeth
wiggling worm
inflamed tonsils
sore throat
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 2:18 PM UTC
I remember you came home wasted on that cold November day
making sure that I would pay
because I would not kneel at your feet
No, I would not obey...
You made it clear with your threats
that I would pay in someway
Yeah, with your nashing teeth that I'd obey
or, you'd be sure to throw me out on the street..
with my daughter at my feet...
we ran out that night in the cold
Yeah, we jumped out the window with my phone
and, here we are down the road
I'm still not doing what I've been told
You're keeping your promise you made to me
hell bent on making me see...
that you are right...
just for the record you terrified us that night
the conclusion/ and it is this...
that all along..
you think that you're always gonna be right
n' I will always be the one ..
that's gonna be wrong.
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 10:10 PM UTC