"nastily" poems
Screeching screaming
Flat tire
Halts journey!
Menacing night-
Fangs bared,
Nastily stares
~Crouching~
Stares nastily,
Bared fangs,
Night, menacing!
Journey halts,
Tire flat,
Screaming, screeching.
Jul 27, 2013
Jul 27, 2013 at 8:51 AM UTC
*****
Aren't you a big shrike?
Those ***** are lady-like
And we can talk freely about other women and its not awkward
What's not to like?
Get that pike
Out of your rear
Because it's apparent
That you are not easy to like
By the way you label people nastily
It's not appealing any way.
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 3:09 AM UTC
it wasn't my intention to embarrass you
perhaps i acted rashly
but knowing what he said to you
made me livid, would it have been better to have treaded bashfully
i cannot stand for my friends to be treated so nastily
myself is another matter entirely
i have a problem letting things go
maybe i need to grow
Jul 3, 2021
Jul 3, 2021 at 3:27 PM UTC
Running in epileptic circles
my dreams that can't even escape
these malemetal mindtraps
securely locking up the bodies of the
evildoers happening to catch my soul
between the stainlesssteel and whitewash
and scratchy blankets on my cheek
my eyes sticking, body convulsing
and the Watchers! I can't take it
I feel my sanity quickly fleeing the beady
unblinking soulless inhumanity
black warts on the ceiling
I frantically count relying on obsessive compulsions
to sleep. I sleep out of the sour sweat of fear
but sleep only leads me to
running in epileptic circles
It was all taken
bare. that's how I was
naked labrat surrounded by
murderers
leaking sanity nastily
from artificial orifices
All the world part of perpetual seizures
running in epileptic circles
Jul 11, 2012
Jul 11, 2012 at 5:46 PM UTC
My tongue is on fire
And stuck am I, in a mire
Dangling like a carrot
And waiting to be devoured
Is some rather delicious food
Unfortunately, I am not in the mood
Because, every time I take a bite
My ******* tongue puts up a humungous fight
Locking me up in a torture chamber
And thus filling me with loads of anger
How dare you do this to me, O darned tongue?
Do you think I am a piece of dung?
My tongue is on fire
And it does not care
How hungry I am
Serious, it gives not a ****
Set before me, is a mouthwatering meal
However, becoming am I, rather dull
As I struggle and struggle
My tongue pulling me into deep trouble
Slowly, do I begin to think
That, desperately do I need a drink
Thus, do I consume an entire bottle of water
However, just as I begin to feel better
That infernal tongue throws tantrum after tantrum
Thus spelling my doom
Predictably, coming to my rescue is a sweet
Dear Diabetes, soon we may meet!
My tongue is on fire
However, beginning am I, to fight
Because, I give up not, so easily
And I DO take the doctor's advice seriously
However, my tongue ends up having the last laugh
Since all those medicines are apparently not enough
To prevent me from being forced
To make a few sacrifices
When it cometh to food
Which again spoils my mood
Moreover, just when the situation seems to be getting back to normal
Dinner turns out to be quite the ordeal
Not for the first time
And definitely not the last
I even wonder if I should fast!!
My tongue is on fire
However, as mentioned before
Never do I give up easily
Dear tongue, for now you may smile nastily
However, soon will the tables be turned
And then YOU are gonna be doomed
Enjoy your time while it lasts
And NO, I will NOT fast
No matter how many tricks you may have up your sleeve
Victory you are not gonna achieve
Never again!!
Jan 13, 2024
Jan 13, 2024 at 12:30 PM UTC
Facinorous Felicity
Felicity was evil she was bad to the bone
she spoke with an acid tongue an irreverent tone
she hated everyone and everything she could
her vulgarity and vengeance hidden behind her hood
she hated men with passion but women even more
every man a ******* and every woman a ***** *****
no one ever knew what made her such a beast
she would go for your jugular and make a mighty feast
nothing was beneath her her arrogance and guile
setting gypsy curses on you if you dare to smile
hit you with her buggy whip or set your clothes on fire
her lip would curl nastily as she approached a funeral pyre
her only known fear was water as the story goes
like the evil witch from OZ with her bent crooked nose
even constables were frightened of this evil witch
they all referred to her as the mean and ugly *****
the rumor has it that she was stabbed with a stake
they watched her body slither away just like a snake
but every now and then over my shoulder I look back
feeling queasy inside seeing visions of her torture rack
Gomer LePoet ....
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 10:51 PM UTC
Consumption--
Egocentric narcissist.
That you are.
Father, remarkably absorbed.
Two years young, I was.
Fresh eyes welcomed to agony.
First held in the arms of love then passed into
The meaningless fingertips so sharp of an alcoholic.
A woman purely giving birth.
One, two, three,
Fourth I was.
An illusion she lived;
You nastily allured.
Three kids, alright.
But four?
I guess you had enough.
A turn.
A sight.
Dad, where’d you go?
One step you took
Closer to the ***** you consumed.
A better life we were off,
Until visitation rights ate us alive.
The liquor may have consumed you,
But nothing is worse than,
You, my father,
Consuming my soul;
My worth.
Tuesdays and Thursdays.
Alternating weekends.
Rivers streamed into oceans,
Caving into black holes
Into the dusk of hell,
We involuntary inflicted.
Wrongfully done, you lived.
Can’t take back the past you chose,
Not one this big.
Left alone four kids who were your own.
A vision I imagined.
A father insight.
Loved and protected,
All out of sight.
Lies.
Hurtful lies carved in deep.
Flesh and bone, I disintegrated.
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 6:26 PM UTC
In the Shadow Valley;
Ferocious Black Crows strike
Like poisonous propaganda of Third *****
They circle around:
Viciously striking Children at first sight-
Leaving their frail body with ****** wounds!
Black Crows nastily grin;
Children cry; tears of fright.
The Children’s spirit scarred with sinister sin.
What will become of them?
Innocence lost by this evil sickness.
They are discarded like infected phlegm.
Voice so powerless!
Black Crows pure victims;
The Children has tasted the world’s wickedness.
Darkness now stronger;
Lost in the wilderness of dark shadows,
Will cruel corruption of evil conquer?
In the dusky distance,
The rod and staff glimmers-
Black Crows tremble at the sight of its existence.
A fire torch shimmers-
Sparking hope; Children follow like sheep
To the mystical luminous sight.
Though wounds may be deep,
Their soul shall heal with the Light.
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 7:53 AM UTC
I don't want you to lie to me like you lie to yourself.
Confess to me instead of filtering your personality to me.
You don't have to worry about me getting offended or judgmental.
I want you to be raw, I love you for who you are.
I just want to really know you because you are a masterpiece.
Yes, I've had my share of experiences I never wanted to admit.
I, too, swept them under the rug at one point in my life.
But, just like anything suppressed, it resurfaces.
Sometimes it happens quick and nastily, other times it is slow and becomes a part of the way you act.
I want you to know it doesn't matter, because it doesn't matter what you did in the past and it shouldn't to anyone but it helps to remember it so you can figure out who you are today.
Sometimes, you want to remember it so you can change something you may not like about yourself.
I can see the pain in your eyes, just let me be your home. Your diary.
Trust me and you will be surprised that you actually can.
Everyone experiences "bad decisions" and we can go somewhere far away together.
No one else has to matter.
It's up to you, baby doll.
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 2:48 PM UTC
My life's in vain
I'm going insane,
And I can't help feeling sad
I'm going bonkers,
I've fell off my rocker,
And I'm completely, utterly mad
Caught in confusion,
My minds a delusion,
And in the shadows I hide
My life's a mistake,
Filled with things that I break,
No matter how hard I tried
I'm not doing so well,
I'm going through hell,
They ignored my hapless pleas
I fell to the ground,
And wept without sound
They left my down on my knees
Away I was tossed,
And now I'm so lost,
I feel so wonderfully dumb
I cried my tears,
And I faced my fears,
But everything now is just numb
2 a.m knows my woes,
And as a write this prose,
A tear slides down my cheek
A sob breaks free,
And I whimper softly,
That I'm so pathetic and weak
My skin is stained,
From the blood that I drained,
From my wrist in a thin little line
I perfect a disguise,
With a smile full of lies
And everyone thought I was fine
My mind's in a whirl
The demon gave a slow curl
Of his bony skeletal finger
He crept up to me,
And smiled nastily,
"You'd be prettier if you were much thinner"
I smiled a fake smile,
And held on, for a while,
but my life was filled with strife
My blood was red,
And mixed with tears that I shed,
Left alone in the room with a knife
So I put on a mask,
and completed the task,
I placed the gun to my head
I curled my finger,
And pulled the trigger,
And In the end I was dead
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 3:00 PM UTC