"posion" poems
I have cages below me
I float above them
My antigravitational force being my belief that I am superior
U take my blade and look at the captives in my cages
It seems to be close to feeding time
They are
Afterall
Throwing themselves agaisnt my cages
So I take out my blade
Letting them feed on the drops of blood pouring down my arm
They are sated
Lityle so they know
Ther is POSION IN MY BLOOD
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May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 12:22 PM UTC
When the Earth was spinning,
All vacant and wasted,
And a voice that came thundering,
All the poison, that you all tasted,
And all the one left, now unwashed,
hearing nothing but silence,
becoming the one's who suffered,
when all the believers, died,
and the non believers, survived,
the destruction of the planet,
hatred heated by a human cannon.
Now who will pray for Babylon,
When humanity acts upon,
Now, Who will sing for Babylon,
When Humanity is the Evil Spawn,
Now who will pray for Babylon,
Amon of the breath and Air,
Amon, where is Thebes,
Now, Who will sing for Babylon,
Humanity, Governments, Religion,
Black, LGBTQ Communities,
Planting the Evil Seeds.
When the Earth was spinning,
All vacant and wasted,
Adam and Eve was created,
To love and be Mother Earth,
Father Dearest,
Forbidden Fruit that sent you,
to Hell,
Oh Adam, You're the Devil, Lucifer,
Adam, Did you heard the snake voice,
Why did you follow the advice,
To pick and eat,
Do you live in all of us,
Do we eat, to become Deceit.
Now who will pray for Babylon,
When humanity acts upon,
Now, Who will sing for Babylon,
When Humanity is the Evil Spawn,
Now who will pray for Babylon,
Amon of the breath and Air,
Amon, where is Thebes,
Now, Who will sing for Babylon,
Humanity, Governments, Religion,
Black, LGBTQ Communities,
Planting the Evil Seeds.
When the Earth was spinning,
All vacant and wasted,
Everything is our posion,
Welcome Poseidon beside us,
Say Hello Pontius,
God in our heads,
Run to the Waves of that the tide tends,
In foul disposition trends,
As we welcome all our catasthrophes,
All the hate, all the lies,
All our devine that we hide in Denial,
Suicidal Kings and Queens, Here our Heresy,
Maybe Religion is a win,
Maybe it just a way of sin,
All I know it just a linchpin of support,
Belief and stability,
Belief and hatred,
Maybe Communities in it to win it,
to scream and fight and hit back,
False Flag, Attack that,
Found Guilty through entrapment,
Of our commandments,
You're cooperation is commended,
Since the corporation demands it.
Now who will pray for Babylon,
When humanity acts upon,
Now, Who will sing for Babylon,
When Humanity is the Evil Spawn,
Now who will pray for Babylon,
Amon of the breath and Air,
Amon, where is Thebes,
Now, Who will sing for Babylon,
Humanity, Governments, Religion,
Black, LGBTQ Communities,
Planting the Evil Seeds.
Nov 16, 2020
Nov 16, 2020 at 9:32 PM UTC
I love?
Your POSION
dear one
Because
It numbs mine?!
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 12:33 PM UTC
I would remember half dunk, half remorseful
that you would hold my hand a certain way
it would stain my heart
that knack you had for holding me so far from you
and then i would have died just for that
touch like a man seeking glory
I would regret in those twilight hours the
times i told you how beautiful you looked
with your ugly heart
and faceless brow and forced smile
and the knack you had for me to willingly
unwind myself
for you to ravel back to-get-her
I would like to think my lips made an
indelible print on your forehead
and tore through your broken mind
thoughts borne and torn through deadly
actions you learnt from other
soldiers
demented from the ache of the heart
I would pray to sleep alone without
the imprint of you echoing around the house
your words like compliments
spat at me like posion darts of deceit
which lay at my door
for it was my fault
you couldn't let it all go
I would take back my sorry's
and my fighters stance
my bulletproof face
that stood in front of your glass house
and watched your life implodel
and i scraped my fingers through the wreckage
in the hope you weren't hurt
I would
I could
I should
I had
I did
I came
I left
I remember
Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 4:57 PM UTC
Heartfelt Sorrow
by
Son of Asa Doome
He still begins each day
Just the same as before
As he wakes he's lookin' back
Then his heart falls through the floor
He don't know what he did this time to make her go away
If you point yer ear towards the wind
You can faintly hear him say
I don't know what I did this time but I'm cryin' anyway
I can't see any colors now
The whole world's turnin' grey
If you would please just come back and talk to me
If only I could see yer face again
I can promise you now from this day on you won't be sad again
Closing her eyes she turned her back on him
Then she slowly walked away
She climbs into her car and glances back
To see the tears run down his face,
She starts to cry as she drives away
And she doesn't know where to go
Her whole life she had planned out with him
Had just gone up in smoke
She doesn't know why she ran from him
And she cant go back again
She runs outta gas on the outskirts of town
Slams the door and walks away
It starts to come a pourin' down just as if angels were cryin' from above
She throws her keys and just gives up
And now she's cryin' in the rain
You can find him sittin' at the bar
Askin' for a double please
He thinks to himself
Without this small glass of liquid posion
I'd walk around on my knees
He stares into the distance as the world around him fades away
And he prays to god for the strength
To get up off his knees again
If only he could walk a straight line again
He'd do his best from this day on
To never stray beyond the path again
He's lost everything in his entire life that meant anything to him
It's as if he's a lost soul wondering this world
Until he finds her again
She gets up off her knees and she tries to make it down the road
With no coat and no one near she can't fight off the cold
She simply cries out to GOD
And screams out for his help
Hoping just to see a sign
It is far too late cause by this time she is far too blind to see anything flicker in the sky
They both lost hope and now their gone
Doomed to wonder this world alone
If only they could point their ears toward the wind
It might just guide them home
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 12:30 AM UTC
It's a party where all the guests are young and wild
The night is still young
Drink until your problems drown the pressure of the alcohol level
The night is still young
Make it a night to remember dance until you you feet spark flame from your deepest desires that are boiling up inside your chest
Let's have a hell of a night even if the fire might be too much there can never be too much alcohol
Thoughts that have the tendency to make you question yourself should go for a swim
Take another pill cause it's all the healing you need for tonight
Stay awake cause a wishing star is passing by to promise you that can always get better
It's your life , you don't owe it to no one
Take a pull to pull yourself out of the worries
Get high
We can lend you wings to reach for the heavens
Take a sit for you are gods and goddesses
You don't need when you go
Why leave when you still got moves for the crowd
You can be a freak
It's a party so get wasted till you drop
Curfews are for the chosen few
The bottle and drugs will solve your problems
That extra puah to get you started
They'll never understand you
You don't need to know why your here just know your not lost
There's nothing we don't have here
Your favourite posion is at the table
Razer's are available open up we won't judge
Make mistakes until you gain experience not scars cause you fell to many times
Take the weight 9ff and rest
Your tired , drained and put your feet up
The sun is always shining cause it's a cold world outside
The outburst of kIds are evident from the popped balloons
So just put on your mask so no one can know the real you
.
Nov 2, 2021
Nov 2, 2021 at 9:37 PM UTC
There are whispers.
To be heard.
Some that overwhelm giants.
Render firing lines paralyzed.
Even topple societies.
A single word from the right mouth.
Can be the sweetest honey ever tasted.
Or a slow acting posion.
One that can not be spewed from its entry wound.
A Feeling all too real.
That even imagination begins to bleed through.
Every pore.
Every dark pit.
Can not even fathom.
Its origin..
For the dark is where it came.
And so shall forever more.
Remain.
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 1:35 PM UTC
Destroy me.
Take what you can from the middle.
Take that golden yellow moon-
that sherbert sunset in the center of how I exist,
**** it, take it!
And Stubbornly I'll be.
When all that is left is bones for the jackal to
satiate on
when all that is heard is bubbles popping
and the jaw creaking
from
the overuse of what was inside me-
When that dark and silken predator
lies lazy on it's back
with my contents fuming in its distention...
destroy me, do.
***** my remains
with huge heaving gusts of your gluttony.
Because you will.
Because I am too heavy to carry, I am too light to settle.
Oh, yes I'll be your posion,
and into every cell I will invade
marching with my army, marching with my anger
I will wiggle in your ear and chew through the pictures in your mind,
eating at the corners of everyone you covet most.
I'll call you in a singsong voice that does not end.
In every room you'll look to hear-
in every corner your try to hide from it.
I will flood your soul with my wrongdoings so you
carry mine as well as yours.
Yes, destroy me-
dust.
And you will perish from my digestion
and you will carry my heavy sins.
Oh, what is left? What is left?
Just the eternal weight of light
and you cannot eat that,
On light you can feast
but not thrive.
It will not still the noise
of the rotting wood
that sits solid and solitary
in the place
where someone stole
your exclusive rights
to feel
joy.
Sahn 3/26/2015
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 9:15 PM UTC
blame is like a posion
no one wants to carry its weight
so they pass it onto you
as you're considered
a pushover
in their language
Jan 1, 2023
Jan 1, 2023 at 8:10 PM UTC
Wondering where to wander next
I calmly collect my thoughts.
I realize that revelations reveal
truth thoroughly through the mind.
Hoping I hear the higher power,
I meditate mending my mental.
Posion, passion, and possessions
become bitter but better then before.
Fear forms from the hidden forest
and death desires the depths of my soul.
A light leaks through and I learn
I'm sad, sorry, sorrowful, and need to start over.
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 10:21 PM UTC
Doubt is the most poisonous of all seeds
It has the power to destroy everything you have ever known
And I am in the midst of it
God, please help me
Lead me to the doors of your salvation--
Up the steps of your mercy,
Into the Abode of your love,
That I might abide there within it
Call me by the name of your Child
and let that title never be revoked
Never again
If it ever was, or ever has been
Let me live securely in you forever
All the days of my life
Forever, then forever more
Wrapped by your presence,
Held by your grace,
And standing on the truth of your Word,
The Lamb,
Jesus, and in his Name Alone,
Yours, God,
I pray Amen, Amen, and Amen
All power, and glory,
and honor, and praise,
Forever and ever,
Then forever more
To my Savior, my King, and my God
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 5:16 PM UTC
because baby you're a landslide
because darling you're a forest fire
because you're posion my dear
after all you've done damage i hear..
because starlet you don't shine
because beau you aren't mine
because honey you aren't for me
after all you aren't my cup of tea..
because sweetie i don't need you
because hon you don't complete me
because i don't believe you baby
after all you've lied compeltely..
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 1:46 AM UTC
I dread
The thought of a red shirt
Once white
This causes
Caution
And curiousity
Cure me or ****
I question
All this
A result
Of a swift kiss
From
A blade raised
WIth
Intent to rip
My hand gaurds
But not good enough
Rough cuts
Rust remnants
Proved to be as infectious
As
Addiction to infliction
Like
Picking sores
With ***** nails
Get well
Soon becomes a cliche
With no meaning
The reason
For bleeding
Is only to stain
Sustain the pain
Then it leaves
It's mark
Like a scar
Carved art
Like a tattoo
More like
A love wound
Worst than
Love lost
Hurts worse than
The sight of a hearse
More like
The feeling of hurt
What's worse?
Getting your heart broken
Mine was butchered
And sewn back
Poorly patched
With bent needles
Needless
To say
They were
Bathed in a bottled
Labeled with
Cross-bones
Posion
I need less to say
And I say,
"I hate you!"
I'll condense to
"Hate"
Because thats all I have
For you
Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 3:30 PM UTC
A frozen day-- in Winters May,
No light in the horizon,
The darkeness knew it was the day,
Even now -- its like a posion -- eating, dying, going away.
A cold dark Winter's May,
Every day I just lay and lay,
The crack has sealed itself
The light is mourned-- it has dimmed itself
A cold dark Winters May,
The wind goes on so fickle
Time has been and passed -- day, by day, by day,
A sad, lonely, winters May...
Dec 13, 2010
Dec 13, 2010 at 3:51 AM UTC
I am just one of Many
of Depression's mistress's
Depression is such a greedy man
He takes whomever he pleases
Men, women, teens, Elder
He's not picky, he doesnt care.
He will ****** you,
with sweet words.
Woe you until you swoon
he wont stop until he has you
His sweet words are a lie
they are candy coated posion
That will fill you with such a dread
it will leave you breathless and cold
He'll throw you away like trash
But first stealing all your happy memories
and replasing them with doom and gloom.
He will laugh at the tears he has caused
He will kick you and tell you its all your fault.
And once you think you are rid of him for good
He will sing his posioned song once more
and you will land right back into
the palm of his hand.
I am just one of many
of Depression mistress's
If you are one as well
I'm so sorry for your heartbreak
I'm so sorry
that Our sir
Is such a
Heartless
*******
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 5:05 PM UTC
The Person i Made
The Commitment Of Maintaining Sober
Is The Same Person Who
i Relapse Over.
Yes, He Supports Me And Motivates Me Towards Succeeding.
But At Times He Tells Me Things That Trigger Me To Relapsing.
So i Question My Self How This is Supposed To.Work?
Hes The Potion But Posion As Well.
Like in The past
He Was The Reason Why iRan Away To Go Use To Forget How Hurt And used he Made me Feel.
But Then
Was The Reason i Accepted Rehab All Over Again.
Called Me And Supported Me Those 3 months, i Became Sober Once Again For Him.
When i Got Out
2 Weeks later i Did it Again
Because Of The Same Person.
Ever since i Kept ******* Up
Iwas Already in Good steps,
Motivated looked happy and healthy but **** happened that made me want to fall.
The Funny Thing.
This Very Same Man Turned into My Boyfriend.
And Yet Still hes One of my triggers.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 5:39 PM UTC
I don't want to be running all my life
towards the bad and get stopped in my path
to travel on the known road where everyone goes
we all think we're poets
while I watch you take a drag off your cigarette
imagining the smoke traveling in your lungs to klls you automatically like a posion
that has never been known
i just created it, what a power that would be
a trip to another world
spices range from scents of citrus to
the smell of patchouli touching your soul
and drowning you deeper
I yearn so much for this but when I get it
I go down, far down
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 11:52 PM UTC
to feel guilt
you've obviously done some that your concious feels
guilt worthy
why push the posion in
own up to your actions
pushing something away
doesn't get rid of it
it just removes it from sight.
Jul 26, 2010
Jul 26, 2010 at 7:08 PM UTC
Changing every detail
Like covering up tracks on pure snow
Ruining the scenery more
Except I deserve it
You're not the only one I let go of
You're not the only posion I let in my life
You're not the only one I didn't care for
Because you barged into my own life
You were really nice
Until you met me
You tried so hard and so far
But why?
So I've been trying to clean my life
But it's hard when trash keeps barging in
But at least this time
The trash got out by it's self
You going away isn't hurting my feelings
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 4:35 PM UTC
*they call me the mourning dove.
hallowed be my refrain.
i sing with a bleeding tongue-
beauty stems from my pain.*
you're slivered inside and derided on sight.
your abhorrent habits have cast fans aside-
your knack for dramatics belittles the tragic.
it isn't romantic. get over your strife.
*they call me the mourning dove.
hallowed be my refrain.
i sing with a bleeding tongue-
beauty stems from my pain.*
not all life is suffering- you're twisting it in your head.
psychosomatic pain's no reason to act dead.
you're wasting your youth with these childish blues.
self-pity is useless, contagious. get out of bed.
*they call me the mourning dove.
hallowed be my refrain.
i sing for my poisoned loves-
my voices guides them to their graves.*
stop worr'ying the wound and it'll event'lly heal.
quit floating towards koreyland- identify what is real.
if you wanna get better you gotta be brave.
face the pain and the rain or stay caught up in tears and weals.
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 2:34 PM UTC
A
Rose could cure my posion lips but you already did.
cold fingers to the slightest touch but a single brush and I come to warming grips.
you make me happy your the anchor to my ship.
I set sail to a ocean, where there's only you to see.
Cos everything else fail to catch my attention except the thought of you and me.
See its truthfully the beauty in your eyes I see.
were I find myself happy in a place where my days are now problem free,
see your my solved for Z.
Life is a math problems and you went thru an X don't ask Y
I'm just an added equation 4U 2 = less
than 3.
<3
Poetry is words that can't often be spoken but left in a book till one day someone on your page.
Its funny how you landed on mine.
And in time we will see were this goes, all I know is I'm enjoyin the time.
By Linguist Musician
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 12:06 AM UTC
I knew it wouldn't arrive
I knew it was a lie
How much time cause of him did I loose
Broken promises with zero done
This is love, very problematic
Like you, Like me
It's a wait on the telephone
The simple adventure on the ilogic
The craziness of the magic
A posion without any antidote
The bitternitess of infity.
This is love, very problematic
Like you, Like me
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 2:24 AM UTC
bet you hope my lips taste like sugar
but be careful
they will posion you
and then that will be the end
ill leave you in heartbreak
because thats what im best at
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 9:15 PM UTC