"pyscho" poems
Aren't we all just American Psychos?
Many of us don't realize that we're all the same.
Everyone; we're all alike on the inside.
Racism, sexism, calling people gay, and so on...
It needs to STOP!
Can't you see we're our own worst enemy?
American Pyscho; that's what we are if we're
Not willing to change.
Peace; What is peace again? It's been
So long since we've had peace, but we can change.
Yes, we can! Stop with
Calling people out and acting tough!
Here and now, we're in this together.
One day, we'll live in peace again. *American ******
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 2:06 PM UTC
what happens to friendship when some outside power comes in trying to **** it
you see your my best friend but i need to tell from this dark place is you gave everything away for nothing
and you had the nerve that i would do the same thing no i prefer my friends than my **** buddy excuse my language
you see dont come crying to me when your down on the ground because i just say it was your fault
you always will be my best friend but once again your making a mistake so good luck with that pyscho because for now i walk alone
Aug 4, 2013
Aug 4, 2013 at 4:36 PM UTC
My mind is quite like the world I live..
Corrupted....
Sin in a mural of fear...
I've plagued the Daydreamers...
Killed off their first borns...
With fantasies of success...
In defeat they shall mourn ...
Cuz Tomorrow will never come..
cause it will always be today..
when you wake up
go to sleep
No matter what you say....
When the sunrises you will be in Today..
The sickness this disease,
will seep from my brain..
and or it seeped there, still,
I will proclaim that
I'm Pyscho for real....
You just haven't accepted
what you really feel...
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 1:28 PM UTC
She tussled and fought,
squirmed and wiggled,
the ends of her hairs
oh how they tickled.
She smelled of sugar and spice
like purple haze,
remy martin,
and bubblicious ,
the sins of life...
Everything nice.
Her lips drove me crazy
I could smell the cherry
dying to be burst,
I'm going to save this one
as she fights
I squeeze,
As she bites
I likes,
A woman...
I found a woman
Cuz she won't
just give it up....
How to keep her safe????
thats gonna be hard to explain,
I can see it in her face......
Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 8:34 AM UTC
His rooms is horribly boreing,
Pyscho if you ask me,
But what if we shifted points,
Id take the highest ground,
If only I could girls.
He has a boy,
One of those tall,
Tattooed voodoo doll
of a man, I wish,
Oh I wish there comes a day,
What a day it would be.
What happens now,
I probably do something about it.
Id probably sing the blues,
All over again until
The hang over you gave me goes away.
Hover, stick around to know that I am not
your sweet cakes, im not no honey bun twinky
love sunshine palm tree,
Bull **** if you wanted to know
what I knew. His hund drew the window down,
The car smelt like a boat,
Could of been,
My name is mary tonite,
Hes henry, the worst possible name,
It had to be henry,
Henry jesus, henry,
Big foot henry.
Kept a steady speed all nite,
He didnt try anything funny,
But he could of made a move.
The results,
Call the winner for her turkey shoot price.
He started getting drunk,
Wow really,
The only thing stopping me from leaping
Out drunk from my body,
Was the fact that he had a beard,
Bearded turkeys,
We arrived at the gas station,
Someone had a confession to make.
I dont feel like a girl anymore.
Its ok your an independent woman.
You decide we needed a bag of ****
The oldest friend I have agreed,
We needed ****
Im serious,
Swirly ice cream cones at dq,
I have some on my nose, you wife it off
With a sand paper napkin, it feels like
Im addicted to boys like you,
Military, im in love with one,
This time,
Im considering what I need to do.
My friend from band is having a crisis,
Frank died with the gunmen,
Low mobility god brought,
*** hole, do something more creative,
Cheap, your the cheapest *** hole I know.
End of part 1
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 12:27 AM UTC
at the psych ward with the client,
hardly anyone is quiet
they all say they feel okay
but 'they' don't even buy it.
here and there a light will flicker
pulsing on and off, I'm sicker
are these lights intentional?
pyscho-nautic centinnel?
calming, calming
smells like ****
holy **** I need to sit,
who am I and who are they?
oh, here comes the dinner tray.
Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 11:18 PM UTC
Break ups aren't looking at the city's skyline and realizing a whole new world ahead of you
They're not being able to get out of bed because the sadness has consumed even your bones
They aren't eating ice cream while watching a chick flick with your friends
They're 7 pounds of weight disappearing in a week because all you want is the taste of their lips
They are not listening to a playlist of break-up songs and feeling better
They are not being able to hear anything but the sound of his voice when he gets out of your car for the last ******* time when he says "I'm sorry, thanks for the ride."
They are not quietly crying to yourself alone in your room
They're headaches from screaming hard your muscles ache
They are not about forgiving yourself
They're sleeping till one pm and going to bed at 3 am because you can't seem to stop thinking about all the things you should've said
They're not drowning yourself in ***** so you can forget
They're waking up in the middle of the night infuriated and screaming into your sheets "Why me?"
They are not having everyone support you
They are listening to the snippy girls in the hallway call you "pyscho" even though they have no idea you are holding back tears
They aren't being able to move on
They are watching you first love walk down the hallway looking at her they way he used to look at you and it feels like you just got shot but can't seem to die so you live with the pain
They are not looking at the world and still seeing light despite your darkness.
They are hours in your room thinking "if the person I care about the most isn't going to give a **** about me, then what is the point?"
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 12:27 AM UTC
The last place I want to be stuck;
Here in my head.
It's my own asylum.
I'm insane, but who said pyscho isn't normal?
I guess I'll never know.
The only friends I've made here,
In my little ward.
Fear himself was first to shake my hand.
Then came emptiness, loneliness not far off.
The closest one, the deepest demon,
the one and only darkness.
The sun wont shine behind my eyes.
Hurt and pain;
they steal the light
But who needs warmth to breathe?
Breathing isn't living.
My lips don't know who smile is.
They're only friends with frown.
My heart broke up with trust.
and left me scared of breaking.
Love knows my deepest mind.
Standing side by side with passion
what might I do with them?
The night is always my enemy.
At times it makes it so hard to see.
My vision clouds with uncertainty
I don't know the way to freedom
Ill just be stuck here in my head.
Mar 3, 2011
Mar 3, 2011 at 1:28 PM UTC
sometimes i think it's all in my head and we were never actually in love at all. i hate myself because i'm even crazier than that girl you kissed (kelsie, i never said her name out loud) when you were drunk and missing me. and you saw all the warnings, you used to call me a pyscho then say 'i love you' when you should have been turning your ******* back on me. i'm not a game to get your adrenaline going, trust me it'll be no fun waking up beside a dead girl
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 3:03 AM UTC
He passes through in a black hoodie with a good heart//
The kind of soul to lay words on top of earth//
The kind of guy to mentor his own self//
Do you define your own self worth?//
Do you carry your own torch?//
Create your own fire, is well deserved of light//
Pretty self explanatory, but not to the regular eye//
But any regular guy, can catch up to the dreams//
The dreams go bye, gone and not passed by//
Out of reach, in the hands, of the sand, in the sky...
Pyscho in the garden..
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 6:44 PM UTC
How do you just sit and say what is irrelevant but hurtful to a harmless person
They did nothing to you
What if just what if that person you laughed at or teased killed their self over the overwhelming stress you added too
What would you do if you found out that you're the reason that person never got to have kids or get married or go to college let alone finish the life they were meant to live
What if later that person was made to later on help you stay alive yourself
You just killed the person that will cure your future disease
She's been called crazy, weird, worthless, not worth ever caring for
And your comment was the tip of the falling tower
She went home locked her door thought over what others have said about her……. And decided to care about every word
And grabbed that sharp pencil you threw at her a week before
Decided to take it and stab that specific vein and felt herself slowly bleed out
She took it and drew in her skin this is what you did to me
YOU DID THIS! ! !
Now what would you do...huh?
You couldn't do anything now
She cried not knowing why but you just had to try to get attention
She tries her best to ignore
But she's tired of the jokes and people freely stepping on her feelings
Her pride
Her dreams
Her thoughts
Her mind
Her soul
But God allows karma for a reason
Well those of you that want popularity or wanna stay popular
Don't do it by making someone else feel like they're worthless
May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 10:44 AM UTC