"possesed" poems
**They call me a canker,
they say I'm deceptive,
with an absinthe in my hand,
They call me a cahoot,
Abandoned in an abattoir,
They made me a psychopath,
They hurt me and beat me,
With all they had,
I said I am what I am,
They say am possesed,
With black magic,perhaps,
or maybe just a dark spirit,
So collapsed,
They say I look daunting,
Someone who's flummoxed,
Someone who's forlorn,
And a little hoodlum,
but i simply can't make them understand,
I am a labyrinth,
Full of difficult,
passages and paths,
Through which finding out is complicated,
I've had macabres,
which i handled by machetes,
The madder i got,
The smarter they,fed it,
With heaves of sickness,
they got me misspelt,
They didn't know that,
I, a psychopath,
was "okay" in my own way,
they mistreated me,
Misplaced me,
Misunderstood me,
Underestimated me,**
Look! I've come up!
still they were they,
They didn't stop,
So I cut them,
And beat them,
And scared their crap out!
Hit me with a dagger,
Hit me with a knife,
I'LL STILL BE ME,
EVEN IN MY NEXT LIFE.
Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 11:27 PM UTC
You knew what I wanted,
slowly speeding the rhythm of my breathing,
I started letting you touch every inch of my body,
you knew exactly what my skin was asking you,
it was like a telepathy, you were able to read my mind.
Just like that I let you go inside of me,
immediately I felt possessed by you,
it's part of your charm...
the color of your skin seduces me,
I couldn't stop kissing you while you inside,
I hug you and cling to the texture of your muscles,
I look at you, admiring you going back,
and how you hook up on me going forward.
Suddenly, I decided to turn my face
looked ourselves in the mirror,
I saw myself laying down on that bed being possesed by a man
who made me feel like a woman,
protected and loved.
But, the most beautiful thing to mention,
is the contrast of our skins,
your black and my white skin together,
magically unforgettable.
Sep 10, 2012
Sep 10, 2012 at 12:07 PM UTC
i pray for silence.
a quiet moment from the storm.
my mind possesed by unwritten lines
burdened by the weight of life.
i am unable to feel
beyond the thunder and trashing
of my own mind.
slowly losing myself.
chaos breeding inside my head
of words that are slowly dying.
my battle has always been
between overwhelming thoughts
accompanied by poems,
versus... not feeling anything at all
with pages left blank.
i prefer either the scorching passion
or the cold numbness.
this is much worse!
with each thought not articulated,
i'm missing pieces of myself;
which i can only find
in the calmness of writing.
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 5:08 PM UTC
SHAME!!! SHAME!!! SHAME!!!!
It’s a huge shame on the men who think its their place to strip women naked.
Shamelessly, they quote the bible, “it’s the temple so it should not be displayed”
If that is the case, why didn’t the “believers” who were present take a leso or kikoi to the lady to cover the temple? Instead you strip her???
You are the most sinful of them all and you deserve to have been thrown at the first stone.
SHAME SHAME SHAME!!!
Shame on the men who think that just because you show some skin, you need a touch.
Dressing is done for whatever reason that is personal to a soul.
No dressing is right or wrong.
It’s a shame how ignorance has raided our society and posed as norms and stupid absurd “morals”
How about we pull your trousers down when you sag them to the lowest place your belt can find?
Huh?
SHAME SHAME SHAME!!!
Shame on the men who live in the stone age era of blaming the appearance of women as a push for ***
Why not long for the ones you see on the soaps, or movies or all???
Why not dress your women in whatever you think looks appealing and only you, could strip them when you get home for your own pleasures?
SHAME SHAME SHAME!!!
Shame on the men who have brought women to the level of slavery!
Could this be insecurity making your head full??
Do women now do better than you? Yes!
Do they stand for themselves without you or even better than you? YES!
Do they have a voice? YES!!
So SHAME on you when you let your face be seen on the camera stripping a woman and shamelessly putting your fingers inside her privates.
SHAME on you for stripping a woman her integrity and dignity and letting the whole world know.
Your Education was a Fail!!!
I recommend you go back to school and learn some more.
This is a sign of IDLENESS, DEBAUTCHERY and POSSESED IDEOLOGY of SADISM!!!
Its is DEVILISH!
Who is our society raising?
Fathers or Defilers?
REMEMBER that this person, next time,
This, could be your sister,
Your mother
Or your wife!!
SHAME! SHAME!! SHAME!!!
©TheUnspoken
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 1:13 AM UTC
As I stare into her face, I realize things could have I
never realize before-
1. Beauty- As if she possesed the power of
the moon itself.
2. Wise- As if the spirit of the wise owl had
blossomed into her heart.
3. Defense- As if she had the power of the
fierce bear, protecting us from the predators
as if we were her babies.
Anyway I think of her, she is still my wonderful
teacher, and I thank for what she has helped
(not just me but also my classmates) learn.
Mar 9, 2012
Mar 9, 2012 at 6:35 PM UTC
I wanna get really drunk and tell you all the things I'm too afraid to tell you sober,
and I want you to call me drunk and whisper my name and tell me that you've been in love with me all along but we both know how stubborn i am and how proud you are and we both know that you deleted my phone number a long time ago and you're not planning on calling it any time soon but that's okay,
I'm okay.
I'm fine without you, no matter how much my heart burns and my head aches of your absence and how I find relief in my own puddle of tears, mixed with blood, bled only for you.
You were my sunshine when i wanted rain, and my star when I wanted clouds and I guess I was just the skip of your heartbeat, and just a mere breath taken away,
I still think about kissing you all the time, but it seems to hurt much more now as my hopes turned to cigarette butts and you being mine turned to dust.
I guess you were just the fog polluting the air, and I found it hard to breathe around you, you were the summer rain nobody wanted but I liked summer rains, they washed all my pain away, while the sun was still shining.
Maybe I was just the dirt on your shoes, you cleaned me over and over again, making me disappear and I always came back on rainy days where you accidentally step into a puddle of mud and I'm once again stuck on your shoes.
The frickle of sparkle in your eyes has me thinking and everytime I look myself in the mirror and focus on my dull eyes, all I see is you.
I wonder what kind of thoughts cross your mind every time you lay your eyes on me, and it's so wrong of me to be satisfied with the smile of pity on your face everytime you see me.
And i keep rereading all the sad poems I ever wrote you and it made me realize how much I was in love with you and how that unrequited love is slowly dying and fading away, the wind taking all the dust and broken pieces you left of me and making them sink into the sea.
Maybe this is your way of showing your power, the control you have over me, to brag to your friends about the pathetic girl who is in love with you and sees you through different eyes and finds you eternally fascinating.
And as i look through the window pane of my dad's car while we‘re driving through town, i see you in my own reflection and I see you on the sidewalk holding some other's girl hand and I see you in the moon and all the stars and rushing cars and I can't help it but you're my every thought, you have possesed me and I don't think I'm gonna survive this storm and I'm not even sure that I want to.
You're the fire and flame and I'm just a melted candle under your stare.
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 4:05 PM UTC
I am possesed by rain and spiders
clinging to the limbs of trees
as they sway like the arms
of dancers in the wind.
These things scoff at my existence
and my insistence to record
their vitality
in bitter, unrequited attempts
to find my own.
But the clocks will spin
and most of the sleepers will awake.
The rest can only hope that
they know the worst nightmare
belongs to someone else,
as we who are awake
can only hope
that the nightmare doesn't find us here,
tinkering away existence
in rooms with walls,
as though anythings could keep our nature
away. As though all which possesses me
now would fail to break a part of me off;
something immeasurable and weightless
that i never owned
to begin with.
Jul 13, 2011
Jul 13, 2011 at 5:35 PM UTC
Once what was pure now tarnished by demonic hands,
What ties you back are rope bands.
Dark dew drop form at the end of petals,
Light souls turn hard and cold as metals.
Crimson aborts its host and all color fades,
Then the black invades.
Its black satin petals stained cherry,
To see such a thing only Lusifer would be merry.
Its elegance gleams for quite some time,
But even it gives way to ryhme,
As it does it loses its shine.
Soiled by sin's wit,
I must omit.
That Romanian rose,
Like every other possesed thing, erode
What once was simply lovely is now chaotic elogence.
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 4:36 PM UTC
Buy her flowers
Not as a chore
Not to get on her good side
Not because you have to
Not because it’s what you’re supposed to do
Buy her flowers because
When you saw them in the store
They reminded you of her
And you couldn’t stop thinking about
The beauty they possesed
Buy them because
You live to see her eyes light up
And the dimples in her cheeks when she smiles
How she turns her head
To hide the blush of her cheeks
Buy her flowers because you want to
Not because she wants you to.
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 2:54 PM UTC
Now let me tell you what happened next,
The bold the feeble,
Went with the dead,
Down went the rich,
The poor and
The worthless,
The useless and
The innocent,
I was doing it,
No it can't be me,
I took lives,
With tears of glee,
Happiness is what filled my face,
My mouth kept moving,
And my mind insensate,
Insensible acts,
Proved my desires,
Divine were those and
those didn't tire,
shattered blessings,
Built up curses,
Collected bad dreams,
With songs and verses,
They wrote my stories,
Earned the fame,
Forget themselves
Became my tamed,
With fiery eyes
Heart of a master,
I stabbed her hard
With a daring laughter,
smirks and anger
My guiding angels,
my misguiding devils,
Made it stranger,
Misjudging me,
is your mistake,
Cause I was awake
On my bed,
When you were in your dreams,
Far away,
I was the bad man
You met in your way,
your dreams feed me,
Your smile kills,
But what suits you best
Are the smoking chills,
Give me life
Rather death,
I am,I was
A living hell,
I will take you to my nest,
Let's just say,
Yesterday,
I was possesed..
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 2:16 PM UTC
When I was little,
I was given two gifts.
The gift of beauty,
The gift of love,
They were placed upon my soul.
Sometimes they would seem small,
Or in some cases,
just the opposite.
But knowing i would always have them,
It was okay.
Then,
Years later,
I felt an aching pain,
Something was missing.
The love i felt turned rotten.
I had to start over.
The love I was bestowed,
Wasn't enough,
Anymore.
I needed to find a new love.
So i waited,
I watched.
I observed the happy,
And the hearbroken.
I tried.
I really did.
I looked and looked.
Searched.
Was fooled and tricked,
And very confused.
But i was wise beyond my years.
I knew that this waiting was a sign,
A sign of good to come.
Then,
After so many tears,
After so much abuse,
From the shadows,
There he was.
The match I've been searching for
We talked.
Shared our lives.
I figured out where my other half was,
How he came to be.
I began to give him my heart.
The old love that I had.
I placed in his hands.
He didnt notice,
but i did.
I didnt care if i never gained anything.
Just being in the presence,
Of this magnificent creature,
Was enough for me.
I wasnt guaranteed love back,
But i could tell he was different.
He had the same life,
The same experiences.
Where has he been all this time?
I began to grow attatched,
Feel comfortable,
I felt my soul growing on his.
As long as i was with him,
Or even thought of him,
I had all the love in the world.
The thought of loosing him,
Chilled my bones.
Almost all my love,
Was in with him.
The love didn't matter,
Only he did.
But one night,
The little love I had,
Was entirely ripped out of my soul.
By none other than,
him.
I was blindsided,
I had always been careful,
Why did i trust him.
He the began to drain the little love I had,
Straight from my soul.
But that wasnt enough.
You see,
Before me,
There was another.
She was my opposite.
A different beauty.
She possesed different eyes,
Different skin,
A different soul.
He was drawn to that soul,
But could not have it,
Until he gained the gift of love.
My gift.
Beauty was rare,
And it was extreamly rare to posesses the feeling,
Of that precious gift.
He couldent leave me with that pleasure,
So he ripped the love,
He ripped the beauty,
Right out of me,
And gave it to her.
What kills me even more,
My soul he still has,
A piece of my heart forever.
I am left shattered on the floor,
With no one to peice me back together.
And hes starting a new beginning.
My new beginning.
And hes fine,
Hes smiling with her.
And I'm here writing.
Trying to search for an answer.
Trying to make peace.
Becacuse this was the one story,
I havent learned from yet.
the story of,
him.
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 11:23 PM UTC
The Dope iS So Cold
Indroduces iTs Self As iF It Were
Gold.
Manipulates You into Believing
Everys Real That You Feel
Blinded.
Its Endless Forever Gold.
Will Always be There
It Travels but you find your
Own spot
You Put in much work into
Getting more of it, became obbsesed with mining and having it
In your possesion .
It Possesed You, That Gold is
Undercover Black Useless coal
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 4:17 PM UTC
Wrapped around an
overdeveloped
finger.
Possesed, yet
wholly worthless.
Next to me, you are nothing.
Sin as something
gorgeous to death.
Crafted from curses,
lizard tongues and
snakeskin.
Soft as satin.
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 3:13 PM UTC
I know what I'm worth.
From death to birth, I'll have possessed value for self,
I will not be placed on anyone's shelf to sit and gather dust.
I will not play games,
and I'm not ashamed,
I am not here to be framed and hung on a wall.
I am alive.
Possesed with thoughts like bullets,
My gun is aimed, cocked, and loaded,
Ready to fire at a pin-drop.
I won't be dropped,
like your cigarrette butts,
chucked,
left for the wind to decide my fate.
I am worth more
than a text message
I am more
than small talk
I will not be fooled
when you tell me I am the coolest person you know,
Because you don't know me anymore than the gentleman making your coffee.
Your words mean nothing,
when used in such numerous repetition.
And I'll be ****** if you actually petition
to listen to what I have to say.
I know what I am worth,
and it is strikingly more than what you presume.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 2:59 AM UTC
No will, no reason and no need
No dreams breed in the breathless sleep
The dead don't dream the nightmares of the living
Are not possesed with taking and not conserned about giving
The restless rush from nine to five
Won't bother those who're neath the ground
The saddest song of broken heart
Wont be sang by those with no blood
You can go forward, or go back
But you may never stop,
You choose to live, or choose to die
The flower, or the hanging rope
On wings of bats, or angel wings
You will rise to the sky
In afterlife there is no choice
You've chosen once, you chose to die.
Fly, fallen angel of mine
Touched the sun and got burnt.
Fly, fallen angel of mine
It's your chance to meet God
What have you become...
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 11:51 AM UTC
Being black is the essence of strength
The ones my ancestors relied on to survive
When forcibly shipped across the ocean's length
Hanging on to only hope just to keep alive .
Being black is the essence of performance
The ones we put up at the mighty Apollo
When jazz and blues fill hearts with romance
As Chuck Berry's feet moved like flamingo .
Being black is the essence of toughness
Like those possesed by the giant baobab
Comes rain, storms, it stands in calmness
Defiant just like the sons of Queen Habib .
Being Black is the essence of athleticism
Portrayed by LeBron James, Jordan and Tiger
Gifted Black brothers born with enthusiasm
Black Essence runs deep as the River Niger .
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 8:01 PM UTC
The ancient gods have awaken,
They thirst for a drink of unimaginable power of wisdom...
Joy...
Terror...
Suffering...
IMMORTALITY...
Two chalices sit beside my throne.
On of pure gold from mighty mines.
Its called The wealth of gods
embeded rubys and emeralds...
broken colorful light bounces from the chalice and fills half of the room,
Slow glimmering blood drops of gods fall into it.
Everytime a drop hits the surface,
A blinding light strikes my eyes, it releases a powerful magic
And people of pure heart gather around and dwelve on its power and wisdom,
yet dare not touch it.
One made of the darkest obsidian,
It's name lost long ago.
Infused with purest kind of horrors
Hearts of the giant crows bleed in it,
The darkness grows stronger and never seizes to have a closure.
Around the dark all foul creatures gather,
Their houls would not stop,
They terrify the living,
No iternal rest for them.
In the middle I rest,
I will never get possesed.
I wont sleep as the gods fancy their drink.
And i must bring it to them as my punishment from gods themselves, because i serve the Dark Lord.
I enjoy their divinity...
Their wisdom...
And power...
Around my neck a heavy chain dangles,
On it's very tip a marble key,
It's my everything.
The key of destiny.
My dry boney fingers try to clasp it,
But its too far,
Destiny of the souls,
They are piling on me,
I cant shake them.
They are unstoppable.
Black wings on my back,
They feel like stone cold...
hard and heavy,
One swing and this doom is perished,
But i can not move them.
They are embeded onto my throne,
They will swing one more time.
My knuckless are bronze,
My feet goldish feathers,
My chest of platinum,
My blade from pure iron,
Thirsty for some red, red blood.
You can not defeat me.
Though I'm still weak,
Servants of god are powerful.
Once i fought for good,
I was a blood thirsty warrior,
A thing of myths and legends.
I had an old relic of power,
It kept me on the side of gods,
Yet evil always wins.
It took over me like a black cloud.
My soul darkened with every swing i took.
The mirror of fate was broken.
Now I am immortal and a heavy burden lies on my shoulders.
Evil always wins.
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 6:42 AM UTC
Jack stepped over the line but
He died early. Not in years.
Combat fatigue.
He ran like a man possesed pidgeon toed
Helter skelter. Hounds nipping at his heals.
Look into his eyes as he rounds third.
Afraid to be afraid.
A ball and a bat spiked shoes flashing
In the October sun.
Jack Johnson whispered.
Satchel page dazzled.
" never look over your shoulder,something might be gaining on you" .
Jack be nimble.
Jack be quick.
Jack was walking point
How could you hear him. Scream from behind
Dead eyes.
You could not.
Articulate and tough.
The poison seeped through his pores
Like Agent Orange
Cannon fodder
Suicide mission.
A big man decision.
America's pastime
Was overdue.
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 11:12 AM UTC
Dark atmosphere all around,
Fingers tremble as I touch the ground,
Head bent forward,
Knees sunken deep,
Under the bed of sound sleep,
Can't sleep,
Or won't sleep,
'Cause I know there's something bleak,
Across the pillows,
I see shadows more,
To my surprise there were even more,
Up went my fears
and down, my strength,
To help there was only a chair,
With cushions,
And someone sitting there,
someone,something,
'Cause I couldn't see,
My eyes were red
And my heart went weak,
Up above sat the soul of the devil,
And I couldn't contol the rebel,
Fables heard,
stories listened,
but this what you're reading
Might be scary,
'Cause my spirit went dead,
As I lay on my bed,
Yes it's true,
I was Possesed..
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 1:41 PM UTC
There were nights when the wind blew hard
The earth was a cold world
The godess of art was cruel
She'd **** all of earth's melodies up in her
It was empty and quiet below
Echoes reverberated in the caves of the earth
Man was lonely
In a lonesome world
Looking up the stary sky
Left without a sound
Dreaming.
Every one was dreaming
Mountains and hills were sleeping
Life without music
man below
Listened to the bellowing of emptiness
Every activity was boring
The earth was life without poetry
The world knew no music
The birds composed no tweets
Life without inspiration
Man lived in desparation
Man lacked a sound
There was a time
The wind felt for the earth
And conspired with the moon
To steal some notes and stanzas from the Sun
To create a sound for lovers at night
And encourage despairing soldiers
So birds can praise their creator
But the sun was guarded by the cruel godess
The wind blew over the moon
And polished its surface
The moon shone the sun's art
The wind blew over the moon in delight
Taking the music with it
It blew among trees and whistled
The birds got the jingles
They looked up to the sky
And sang
The wind blew over the oceans
The waters composed melodious waves
The sleeping earth woke
The dreaming man sang
The power of art possesed him
Lovers found an afrodisiac
Worriors remembered a song of victory
Life returned to earth
The angry godess got jealous
She began to corrupt music with hatred
Breaking the heavenly laws
So she was thrown down
by the Mighty One
And lost her music.
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 2:55 AM UTC
I'm trying to find the girl with the crooked eye, who stole my heart before I could reach the sea.
They warned me "old soul watch her close"
Yet I dared to venture forth.
Her eyes were prisons holding you in their reach. Ripping away slowly at your insecure sanity.
Her lips a sweet poison.
Dancing about words sank into you as if fangs punctured your flesh.
"Watch her motions not her words"
Her fingers slide across my temple.
My skin creeping as her touch possesed my pores.
Ahh a rage fills my lungs
How convincing how deceiving how quickly she ran away with my heart
I fiddle my thumbs in frustration devastation humiliation
"I told you so.." an out pour of laughter as the elders heard of my disaster.
I am no longer the master
Just a capture
Locked behind her eyes
Oh how cruel how shrewd
I'm the fool that sings the blues.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 9:14 PM UTC
My mind is morbidly obsessive.
How can I be a little more receptive?
I think you're just far too tempting...
Your eyes..
And that pouty little red thing
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 2:15 AM UTC
Let's selebrate as we won,
Won't calm down until dawn!
Cause we might be gone.
Let's with a passion dance,
to chill it is our last chanse
to see the beauty's glance.
By euphoria we are blessed,
and by desire possesed.
As all of our feelings expressed.
Let'em hide among trees,
Play arround and kiss.
They don't care if somebody sees.
Come on over, my friends!
Let us unite our hands,
Dance and sing in the sands.
Remember, this is our last night.
So we should keep souls' flame alight.
Let in luck's name it shine bright.
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 2:46 PM UTC
You are transported all along my bloodstream in the form of shapes i want to name love. Carried and pushed so you invade my whole system in order to fulfill your goal. As you travel inside my interior highways I can hear your voice calling out names and I lit up my eyes looking for whatever you call. You are inside me, possesed me. My body shakes. I cannot breathe. I hold on tight to that single line of blue air floating away from my mouth shaping o's. and i breathe.
Possesion complete.
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 8:03 PM UTC
i loved you. i loved you as naive people love when they believe heart's aren't made of glass & aren't meant to break. i loved you like a child would love something new they discovered & possesed you as one would possess a toy. I guess that's what happens when a punk rock boy with steady hands & raven black hair steals an innocent 15 year old girls heart.
but heart's break they burn they catch fire & they mold into something new. but even three years later molded casings are meant to break & maybe that's how you managed to creep & lock yourself into my new heart & it's foreign to you & to me. but your hands aren't steady & your heart is as unstable as a bridge that hasn't been crossed in years & maybe its a chance to cross it not knowing what lies at the bottom, but you make me feel so willing to cross it.
I've loved you. loved you with more than my entire being & I've told you what kind of hell it was to believe that you didn't care, but you did & i know I gave up to easily but i needed love. I needed a physical love,a few blocks apart, not 100 miles apart. I was selfish & I've never seen anything more beautifully heartbreaking than you with tears in your eyes begging me to stay & i was caught between my heart or my body & I chose my selfish needs & my heart was broken for months & i missed you & needed you to fix it. & I could never paint or write or sing about the way your eyes looked the last time I was brave enough to look into them; & I don't believe anyone could ever replicate anything so forlornly blue.
you're heart isn't a toy. & love isn't a game. we're both going blind in this gamble. i want to be yours for the night & maybe more & you with your words that paint dreams make it as tempting as pandoras box & I'm almost as willing to open it all. we're both betting high, too high, & I don't want you falling into vices & I don't want to lose you. it's always been a fight for who would win out & I don't want to lose. i don't. you made a home in my heart & my heart has molded it's way around you in perfect unison & yes it missed a couple of beats but they we're beats screaming your name & yearning for your acceptance & yes it stops when I believe you see me for who I really am & who I could be. I don't want you too.
I couldn't go anywhere if i tried, darling.
July 5th 2016
Dec 14, 2016
Dec 14, 2016 at 7:29 AM UTC