I wake up in the bath
after a day on the wine.
Fat ******* arrives
at mine around nine.
Friday night and it's too much,
******* powder with dehydration.
Back into town,
bouncing around like a clown.
I'm the star of the show.
I'm cloaking my secret,
the one they can't know.
I'm out of my mind
and I've no Idea where.
I cannot go back,
'cause she lives in there.
I've been running for years,
purge after purge.
Yet I know come tomorrow,
I'll again have the urge.
Because I need her
and I love her.
I am her!
Poetry by Kaydee.
Running from my destiny but I couldn't run from myself anymore.
it's the clutter that gets me
i can't stop seeing
in the place between
i want it to be gone gone gone gone
i'm always waiting for th
god i wish i didn't
i want to be purged of
from my head
they'd still be here
i'd still be here
nothing's as temporary
as we need it to be
I do not know that man, but he looks like an enemy of the people.
Not the strangest of strange assertions
I had ever heard uttered in these sessions,
And normally I may not have even looked up
To identify the speaker,
But as the voice belonged to a woman,
I chanced to raise eyes upward
Just in time to see an arm fully extended,
An accusing finger pointed at myself.
Understand, I had seen more than one of my peers
Dragged from these chambers
Without regard for decorum or ceremony,
And, in a state which was at least close kin to panic,
I saw visions of myself whisked away to a fetid Butyrka cell
Or thrown, bound and gagged, onto some Siberia-bound cattle car
When I heard a voice something like my own spit out
I do not know that woman, but she looks like a ******* to me.
My accuser blanched and sat down
To a chorus of catcalls and derisive whistling,
And one or two deputies in possession
Of sufficient power or powerful friends
Actually waved handfuls of rubles in her direction.
It may not have been grace under pressure,
But there are situations where chivalry
Is more indulgent than admirable.
☪ ☭ ☮
Oh beautiful for specious lies
where Christless values reign;
for superficial battle cries
above the muted strain:
God hides His face from thee –
and frown he should, while planethood
How sad it is when victim groups
monopolize the floor;
enabling the marginals
to agitate for more.
Your queer agenda rules –
with Balkanizing tendencies
imposed on witless tools.
Degenerate in decadence
the ailing eagle flies;
in spirals of irrelevance
through clouded toxic skies…
the Left defines your terms –
the weakened body politic
grows sicker as it squirms.
Oh Lord we need a miracle
before the patient fails;
celestial intervention please
to purge us of what ails.
We shall not overcome –
Unless the Lord reveal His word
twixt here and Kingdom Come…
♫♪ Sung to the tune of...PROGRESS !! ♪
I don't believe you even read this.
From just after breakfast
Till the Sun stops gleaming,
If you're perscribed Torsemide
You understand "On Demand Streaming".
let me purge
away my sins
gluttony is an
if I peel away
this being of mine
would you feel
my heart clench?
to love, a little too much. to fear it all far too often.
How are you?
I'm alright I guess...
Where do we begin?
Maybe at the start of this mess.
Are you uncomfortable?
I can't say that I'm not.
Is it your past?
Well it's all I've got.
Do you still get nightmares?
Well I used to...
Will you let them show?
Depends on you...
What do you hope to accomplish?
I don't know... Peace of mind?
Would you have done things differently?
Everyone wants the chance to push "rewind".
Care to elaborate?
Let's just say I would've liked to be braver.
What do you mean?
I should've stood up to my father...
Did he abuse your trust?
He did more than just that...
Rob you of your freedom?
Let's see... His belt, cigarettes and also boiling water out of a vat.
Do you wish him ill?
I wished him dead.
Yeah...in his bed.
Because I wanted that then...
For how long?
Since I was ten.
What about now?
(Maniacal smile) I am now... At peace.
I have found release.
Yes... I couldn't resist the urge.
Urge to do what?
To comply with the voice... "Freedom...lies in the purge..."
You left your father?
Yes but not before...
Not before I slit his throat with a smile on my face as I shut the door...
Inspired a programme I watched on the crime channel.
I’ve written cliché
I think we’re wired that way
An original write is rare
Like the albino squirrel I saw as a child
(and my mom told me not to mention aloud for fear of offending albino humans)
Anyway, as I was saying...
Easy words make greasy turds
And the reader forgets them
as soon as they’re heard
A little pat on the ego for a snowy branch with a bird, and we leave each other worse poets
than we already were
Make me think
I’ve read the same poem
A million times, I think
(enough with my weak rhyme... moving on)
I’ve Heard about
A million depressed souls
A million broken hearts
A million flowers and clouds
(Yes, I’ve read three million greasy farts)
A million and a half people pondering the petty particulars of personal struggles anticipating a little alliteration might make magical prose pour from pretending poets — ****, I say!
Don’t coddle me with kindness when my poems
Could **** a watermelon through a straw
Don’t tell me it’s lovely
when I threaten killing myself
Don’t stroke my vanity or tell me I’m above average, when me my poem is like a small ****, and you didn’t even feel it
Be honest, at least, and make me a better poet
Poetry is truth
And there are way too many lies being told
FIN (needed a little Nouvelle Vague cliché)
This is not poetry. This is not good. And I am proud of that. :)
If E=MC squared and I am 9 stone why cant I get up in the morning?
If all things are "relative" why haven't I heard from any of you?
If nothing moves faster than light how does that cold drop of water beat me when I go to the bathroom in the mornings?
Yes I know...
So that I can purge
these feelings inside of me
The feelings and urges
Of recent heart cracks
That make me
Want to hurt you
The solution it seems
Unsurprisingly to me
I don't need to talk.
Talking is circles
And friends agreeing
With every view I see
Even though my view
Has been skewed
It's no secret
I'm no fool
So why do they do it?
If I could just
Gather these feelings
On to a page
Surely my rage
Like a full body sigh
And you will be
Than constant reminder
So here I am
All this time later
Will release me
From all the
Convictions of you
I write with a pencil
Just in case
The seasons change and
I should ever want to erase
These documented tears
Pick up the phone
And talk circles
With a friend
surrender your festering throne
to the purge of a blade
for another game of cosmic lottery
Death is the luxury a King is ashamed to procure
when all subjects can afford it
im full of my self
of unsavory menacing
of the twilight
when ever i see
six six six
i always think
*** *** ***
petition the church
for my exorcism
cleans me oh lord
i need an enema
of small thoughts
and big talk
i could be good
a phone number
I want to cry, purge my body of the hurt - I feel the toxins in the air.
But I can't make a single tear come out, cause I know you just don't care.
And I wait for love all snuggled up in bed, while visions of demons dance in my head.
And they're asking me why I don't give up the fight,
cause nobody loves me round here tonight.
And even though I know better, I'm thinking that they're right.
I don't want to sound emo, but I want to cut my wrists.
And not just for the fact; I haven't had my first kiss.
That sounds ridiculously stupid, trust me, I know.
But under this rough exterior that's how I want my life to go.
I guess I'm just a dreamer, wanting happily ever afters to come true.
And I really just want my own, so tell me what I have to do.
I want to meet the perfect guy
And have the perfect life.
Then ride off into the sunset like Cinderella, or Snow White.
So how does all this happiness fit in with a girl like me?
I don't know either, I guess we'll have to wait and see.
I seethe within what echoes disdain for all things wanting, because I can't seem to keep what's there to begin with
The desire to purge prior prose and start from scratch beseeches my mind to scrawl what dire nuance calls my name, but I don't look it in the eyes
It's my demon; my voice that resonates deep within; the call of all things mired by fate-less whispers of what's more, or right
But I know, it can't be how I desire. What can be will only come when time sets right the means to seek it out; to reach for whatever may be reaching back at me
I can't move forward unless I know for certain what's there would not bring more desolation. I am a coward, but am I human? I ask myself that every waking moment
I crave nothing more than to be normalized and reverberate with twining string of fate that actually calls my name, not the sour tones of dissonance and disdain as before
I crave reality to be my own, rather than reality to own everything I can not
I seek, eternally.. I find nothing but light that touches the surface, but never does the sun actually rise.
Bring me to my own horizon, bring me fate, bring me peace..
my step mom comes over to my office intermittently
turns on the computer and opens the emails
in the dark of night
making all cheery bright and lighted for my mourning arrival
so kind of her
making sure things are ready to go
she always the epitome of efficiency
did i mention
she's been dead now for over 20 years
did i mention we are lovers
sadly never in the flesh
always an unspoken ache during the living years
when we where near
a relentless unrequited love still burning
like fire licks and scorching lips
trussed thighs spread wide
twisting swarms of wet tongues lapping
in each others bellies
her feet in my mouth
so now free from others
the dead do what they **** well please
and on the slippery side of life
so do i
its about time!
did i mention her soft kisses
her dancimg *******
and soft round belly
didn't mean to get carried away again
the scent of her **** that veiled wet jewel
as she walked passed me
demon smiling innocence
sending me into a swoon
as she floated across a foot worn floor
with her beautiful pink angular toe
am i repeating myself?
how sad i am that i never got on my knees
to brush my lips against her drool
to see her widen her haunches
inviting me; glaring madness
out the sides of her eyes
to work my way up
to her lurid dark fruit
hot **** butter
your dead mom
but your here now
turning on the computer
and watching **** with me
dressed up for a hot blood
star spangled glitter ****
staring into my soul like only the dead can
taking positions the living could never imagine
oh my pretzel girl
we kiss reckless raw naked
all furious *** toys smushing raw mouths
and eat each other like hot apple bend over
yes mom so dark the things we do
that the living dare not ever think
yes my beloved
even die for each other sweetly
over and over again
lat minute kisses for the thin air road
dead and dead
in love in bed
that's how the breathless ****
all tender kisses
till hell breaks lose
till bloods **** pulse eschews
till all is lucid comatose ****
we enter heaven
stooping to hell for pleasures sake
letting go to
like waves from the cities of our guts
the sacred sin of the flesh
no taboos for ******* ghouls
and you once again turn hollow
falling through my embrace like dust
will you come back tomorrow
turn on the computer
or better yet
maybe visit in a night dream of tangled caresses?
a day haunt
dancing leg show
in a smooth white pearl bath tub
stained with spider webs of coos
wild naked mouth
brooding slippery dark *******
and feral tongued kisses
red as wild cherry blood
mouth to **** to **** to *** to *****
to cries and silver whispers
to be possessed?
My veins are pumping gushing gold
Round and round this blushing girl
My heart: the broken center of this hollow world
All is silent against my rib cage: love creates turbulence
Whisper to your willows as they weep for yesterday's and succumb to impermanence
This sickness is spreading, I won't let it in
Decadence and heartache, they won't let you live
They won't let you live
Abandon your chastity
Abandon your morality
Embody vanity and chase the morale out of me
Purge your glittering eyes
So clouded with blistering lies
Diamond, diamond, fall out of the sky
All that glitters is poison to my mind
This sickness is spreading, I won't let it in
Decadence and heartache, they won't let you live