"repulsing" poems
Oh, how disgusting.
All this disguising...
To become somebody that’s worth existing.
Oh, it's repulsing.
Fully engulfing...
Every truth, that ever found itself hiding.
So join me...
Hey let's play a lying game!
And ***** ourselves, with something exciting!
Deceiving, and heartless thieving...
After all life is so dull without some bleeding.
Such is life for a boring... Existence...
Cause I’m a...
Liar, liar!
And only that is true!
After all fire, fire...
Is something I pursue!
Just call out liar, liar!
And I’ll infect you too...
With the addictive taboo...
Of bidding the truth adieu.
Trust me!
That’s a lie, such a lie, for a lie!
You see, I can’t pry my own dyed scheming eyes.
So please, forgive my falsified truthful lies.
...Truly... Lying!
‘Cause I’m a liar.
Oh, how appalling.
The lies are crawling...
And covering every single little bit.
Oh, how revolting.
And full of loathing.
It’s nauseating!
Exhilarating,
Isn’t it?
Manipulating.
Hardly pulsating...
A heart like that, is the only one that’s free.
Without emotion,
Without devotion...
It’s much easier to fake something happy.
Much easier to fake yourself being happy...
So, join me!
Hey, let's play a lying game!
And cover ourselves, with something inviting!
Rewriting, and truly lying...
Finally a story that wasn’t meant to end with painful feelings!
Put on the masks, and let's have us a masquerade!
Dancing senselessly, on the shadows of the betrayed!
A smiling, and crying, and lying charade...
Such is life for a boring... Existence.
'Cause I’m a liar, liar,
And only that is true!
After all fire, fire,
Is something I pursue!
Just call out liar, liar!
And I’ll infect you too...
With the addictive taboo...
Of bidding the truth adieu.
'Cause I’m a liar.
Peek-a-peek-a-boo!
Ha, ha, I found you!
Hiding from the truth...
Well it’s nothing new.
Peek-a-peek-a-boo!
I can see right through!
Liars know liars...
Like you know the back of your own hand.
It’s bland.
Such an existence...
Where everything goes as planned.
Wasteland...
Is much more fun to navigate and understand.
That’s why...
I left it behind, my world is covered in lies.
That’s why...
It seems there’s no longer blue in my sky...
So...
Put on the masks, and let's have us one last masquerade!
Dancing senselessly, on the shadows of the betrayed!
A smiling, and crying, and lying charade!
Such is life for the boring existence... Of a liar.
Am I a... liar? Liar?
Does it seem that way to you?
After all fire, fire...
Is burning through the roof...
'Cause you’re all... liars, liars!
And I don’t know what’s true!
After all fire, fire...
Has ravaged all I knew...
I call out liar, liar!
I cannot trust you!
But the world has gone askew...
And there’s nothing else to do...
Except bid the truth adieu...
Leave this, leave it behind, hide it in the back of your head!
I’ve given up on all I knew,
There is nothing, that is truly true.
I’ve given up on all I knew,
Because after they betrayed me, they’ve gone askew.
I’ve given up on all I knew,
Because life, people are so boring and dull,
There is nothing for me here.
I don’t see a point in living...
That’s a lie..?
Trust me!
What’s a lie?
Is it lies?
Only lies!
I can’t pry my blind eyes, while I cry...
Please, forgive my blackened sky full of lies!
Truly... Lying!
Truly... Dying...
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 5:28 AM UTC
I’m afraid I’ll lose him completely,
Even though I already have.
Another day passes,
Another memory of us disappears.
Leaving an empty hole in me, longing to be filled.
We both made mistakes, but I still was never good enough for his god-like complex.
As I fell for him like no other, we became two negative magnets repulsing.
I fought so hard to have my chance with him but when I looked over,
He hadn’t even lifted a finger to fight for me and had moved on.
He gave up so fast that it feels like his spectacularly imbecilic mind was made up the moment I met him.
And that I was just another girl he thought he had figured out and was an easy ****
But I wasn’t.
I stood my ground and didn’t give up my body to him and because of that he threw away any ounce of feelings for me and left.
One minute my small bony hand was wrapped in his,
Then within a blink of his deep brown eyes,
My hand slipped out of his and we shared our last kiss goodbye.
He looked me in the eyes after getting lost in them for a moment and said in a soft, regretful voice;
I don’t want to leave you.
That’s when I knew he had chosen her.
That’s when I knew I lost him.
And that no matter how much love we had for each other and how committed we were,
Even a friendship would be impossible because hearing him talk about her,
Or seeing him so happy with someone other than me,
Would hurt too much.
And I’d never be able to recover.
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 8:22 PM UTC
Mind,
stabbing at trauma,
so digusting.
But escape,
recognise the trauma of
the earth.
Given such devalued matter
to feed on
its whole existence,
yet
it always makes
something beautiful.
Blooming flowers,
lofty trees,
stormy mountains,
seven seas.
All the beauty in the world
created by
unappreciated benefactors.
Maybe
the repulsing brutes
that taunt me so
will grow into
something beautiful.
Aug 30, 2012
Aug 30, 2012 at 3:27 AM UTC
Shall I compare thee to a memory?
Thou art more powerful and deep-rooted
The strength fails to be classificatory
Repulsing my being, away from the alienated
Like a motion picture, steadily it moves
With only the sound of your calming voice
I really don't care about what it proves
About leaving when it was once a choice
But as I seek to foresee the future
I'm not yet close to the end of my bide
And already I could imagine the torture
Of you not being by my side
So please, let me have your long embrace
Before time comes to find what it could replace
Aug 26, 2010
Aug 26, 2010 at 7:03 PM UTC
Fingertips racing across bare skin, signals repulsing to your brain. Eyes lock onto yours; pupils dilated. Free falling backwards on the bed. Wrapped in silk sheets our bodies becoming one.
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 2:30 AM UTC
I don't know
What it is to be perfect
And yet in love
I go out and subject others
To that which I don't know
How fair does that seem
To many a good girl
That I pass on by
Because she cannot live
Up to that unreachable bar
I am not perfect
But I constantly look
For this trait in others
Such hypocrisy
And somehow I don't care
It is very repulsing
And I live on, better and better
Sep 4, 2010
Sep 4, 2010 at 8:33 AM UTC
How do you feel about the word: Insatiable. That is my mind, forever devoid of what I can’t seem to pin. It is dull, throbbing hunger for more-more than a distant attraction claiming to be mine. Picture sent and picture received, but my body receives nothing more-more than desperate experiments. Countless hours of sexing in the darkness of a toxic Hummer. Toxic money burning a hole in my pocket, inches from the burning of his slick on my **** I hope his *** bleeds.
Let's light another cigarette, and watch the cherry bloom. A single rose, shimmering and flaring like a nuclear waste, and the light is out. So let's smoke some more-more mirrors. I often peer alone through those sheets of glass. “Substance, ketamine, satiate me,” I plead as I see me and I hate men. My faith in God is never mutual. These prayers are useless. His want for me is beyond repulsing. His money is useless. My body is rotten from the mind, out. I am the king of self loathing. I am useless.
Yet I go back for more-more pain. More quarrels. More lies. More-more. He only takes more. And I take him, too. Wait for it...wait for it...wait for him to; Come! O gentle souls. See how my confidence sways in thine wake. You are purity. You’re innocence. You're what I crave. To be free. To be whole. To be done. So do me like the ****** you know I am. I hope mine bleeds, too.
My veins are coursing, pulsing, shattering at the edges with blue. I am blue in both my complexion and my complex feelings and thoughts and pains. My veins are blue, and I am cold. Taste the metallic crush of my slang. It is intolerable, and I must not tolerate. The ripe stench of escape burdens my mind. My mind is escaping. I know there’s more. Toss the rug over the barbed wire and run. Run. **** that ***** and make her beg. Make her plead. Make her run. Sanguine with ketamine. Run, ****** run.
Mar 4, 2012
Mar 4, 2012 at 3:09 AM UTC
The god has fallen at last; his angel has succeeded. The demons
that were kept
at bay come crawling from the shadows. The victor can see the mess and is paralyzed
by fear. The hellish brute is overwhelming.
The devil shakes away the shock until he can move again.
The devil takes some steps back.
The devil picks up a sword to fight.
The devil takes position.
The devil starts to slice the foes.
The devil starts repulsing them.
The devil starts to build a wall.
The devil starts to show the way.
The devil keeps them now at bay.
The devil keeps them far away.
The devil keeps them now as prey.
The god is watching him.
Feb 17, 2021
Feb 17, 2021 at 5:57 AM UTC
Crimson sunset
Tainted night
Horrific threat
Luring fright
Urgent screams
Mournful cries
Hellish schemes
Eerie lullabies
Shattered hopes
Frightened souls
Vicious ropes
Darkness controls
Ghostly chills
Broken seams
Demonic kills
Satanic dreams
Blackened rivers
Trampled beings
Eternal shivers
Essences fleeing
Cadavers walking
Headless creatures
Skeletons stalking
Infernal features
Ceaseless death
Repulsing view
Reaper’s breath
Long overdue
Satan’s portals
Warping destruction
Shackled mortals
Hell’s introduction
Armageddon near
Looming sorrow
Humanity’s fear
Death of tomorrow
Nov 9, 2010
Nov 9, 2010 at 8:43 AM UTC
you dont remember but i do
nights that occur time and time again
you tell me you love me
eyes looking into mine
i have to turn away because i know its not real
at least not entirely
our feelings are the same
but you can only show yours when
you wont remember the next morning
its frustrating and infuriating
we cuddle we kiss we hold each others hand
its not as if it didnt happen
its not like none of it is real
just fragments dont fit together the best way
your warmth gives me goose bumps
my neck still feels your lips
then the day after you slide away
when i sit too close you push
is it all me
im i that repulsing
you told me im beautiful
that was the first time i really believed it
somehow its all gone now
when you look at me i wonder
what part of me looks the worst
should i run my fingers through my hair
should i smile a little bit differently
if i wear this perfume will he not move over
will he tell me i look beautiful again
i feel insane even bothering
because youre just my best friend
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 4:43 PM UTC
Thoughts flooding out the mouth
From me they seep so clear
Showing every single fear
Never able to make things clear
I see her lying next to me
Forever by my side
Yet as I look, see where she lied
I only see where I cried
I scratch at these eyes
In hopes of ending the pain
Seeing the absence of you, my bane
Will forever drive me insane
My nose is scarred all around
From tearing at that repulsing aroma
Killing my soul, each breath a plethora
Of death as if I had Asthma
Ears ring with your disgusting euphony
My tongue forever moves sure
Making sounds about you with no cure
Your infamy lives in me in grandeur
I hate you and your gorgeous soul
I see it there, alive and well
It seems I have fallen under your spell
To have you haunt me and in my soul, dwell
Jul 2, 2011
Jul 2, 2011 at 8:39 AM UTC
You drained me out of words
when you show me your world
fantasy full of lies
beneath the dark dark skies.
I was speechless,
motionless,
witless, powerless
to act on impulse
no less.
The culmination of our meeting
lead me into thinking
I am no scatter-brain
to be used for your pain.
Yet something told me
ominous as a dark cloud can be
you are not who you are
a dream, you so callously portrayed to me.
You are a wolf you say
howling, hunting for a prey
in my dreamless sleep you came
bare of everything;
armed with burning desire to fullfil the beast that you became.
You touched me like hell
I was like a wrecking belle
repulsing every movement you take
stopping every attempt you make.
Go away, don't disturb me and my peaceful sleep
go back to God-knows where you came so deep
don' t drag me to your so- called world, sicko-wacko
You're a man not a wolf you know.
Swallow your own thirst
engulf by your own dark mist
drown in your own sorrow
because now I blocked you
to leave me in peace and a better tomorrow.
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 6:20 PM UTC
Él,
Que se lo cruza, que se lo llama,
del mar que viene pero él
que se queda,
y forma todas las playas
de verdades, turbulencias,
¡que sólo los barcos de dignidad
alcáncenlo, ellas!
Yes, surely I am deplored by
the beauty of destructions’ marking, holding dear
what’s longingly perverted
through the lost.
Ravens’ repulsing cries
are the needed on the shores,
not just on the autumn,
the rotting of the sea tales
their voices hold,
the selection of exquisite
that my preference twisted wants.
And so much else I daze over,
that overlay of the Emerald Land’s
waves and beats that
my distant to the south shore pleads,
that jade,
that shock,
that valiancy of the Scots
which in our sands
and crashing skies
should be,
lusts
to be.
The awaiting
for that dripping glory
in a mellowed casing of a wrecking ship,
it’s in a waiting room
made from a lone standing rock
that carries myths and ventures
to fulfill,
the Young Verter’s
everlasting,
tinting
moment.
Show up on our silver days
at the bays,
El Acantilado,
del Norte, caro,
The Cliff, The Cliff,
Ese Acantilado!
Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 1:43 PM UTC
There is always something in the blood
Something fascinating even for a god
The rush of euphoria and high
whenever a blade cut comes nigh
The thick red syrup of life
Like rubies cascading on flesh pipes
The feeling you get when
You have cut your skin open
The act is mildly repulsing
Yet, to watch it is deeply fascinating
As you see your life flow by
And lose it in a blink of an eye
The only question once you go high
When Death is sitting nearby
And all hopes come to die
Is one on your lips so dry
How long will it last?
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 9:57 PM UTC
This girl that i'll mention,
Love her beyond expression;
They said it's a mixed reaction,
I say it's their misconception.
She came during my worst depression,
Showed me true love and affection;
saw life in a whole new dimension,
No doubt i have chosen a true direction.
We've disagreed in certain situations,
But had sweet reconcilation,
Even in sour emotion,
We maintained undeterred attraction.
Never considered seperation,
Repulsing intermittent distraction,
No rules, no regulations,
But respect and honest devotion.
A product of supreme creation,
No doubt we're a perfect combination,
May the almighty strengthen our union,
And increase us beyond measurable proportion.
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 8:08 AM UTC
Are you ever so unsure about your feelings for someone? Like you might love them so much that it drives you to hate them with all your being? The desire to crash your lips against theirs repulsing you to the point that it slowly widdles your brain into a mixingpot of emotions of both love and loath
n.p.
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 2:41 AM UTC
My soul was scorched.
Excavated of the soft and tender leaving the bitter and dismal.
Days after this grand liquidation sale with my gutted contents crumpled up in the remains of used tissues my ashen lips were clamoring for you, the boy who set the fire.
I had skinned myself of your touch, each day nurturing the tenderness back into my cheeks. Seeded under my renewing flesh was the devil of animosity begging me to hold on to a fragment of you.
My healing process is fueled by the grueling fire of disdain.
Even with your presence gone I seek you to be the platform of my existence
The ember of softness and genuine essence weeps inside of me, if only I spent those days searching my hollowed body for the fire simply waiting to ignite inside myself.
I realize now how repulsing and selfish I am, you pour so much into someone so they are pooling at the brim, but if that burning ember inside of them isn't properly tended and respected, their kettle will never brew.
I am sorry I couldn't have coaxed your ember
I am so sorry it had to be you
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 1:44 AM UTC
"I can't wait for ten years.
I will finally have my life
Together."
The irony is repulsing
For your life was long together by then,
Because it was long over--
In one month, as a matter of fact,
Of you saying that;
Could you really not wait for ten years
When everyone but a few
Have forgotten you?
You don't cross their minds all the time,
That pain has healed from ****** wound
To infected scab to nasty scar to
A faint little mark
Barely visible
That is fading
More and more
Every
Single
Day,
Just like you.
I remember you, though,
Too clearly
For I was in that car
Lying next to you,
Lying,
Saying "It will be okay,
Help is coming"
And you passed so easily
And I stayed too easily
And your blood that covered me,
It won't wash away,
It's a stain
I see
Every
Single
Day,
Just like you.
Every time I close my eyes,
I remember a car ride one month before the last:
We were so done with school, relationships, part time jobs,
You grabbed my hand as I drove and smiled,
"I can't wait for ten years.
I will finally have my life
Together."
Ten years later,
I'm so sorry.
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC
Walls carved into stone.
The godly shapes repulsing
stars further from sky.
Feb 12, 2021
Feb 12, 2021 at 8:20 AM UTC
I stood there staring
at the distance between you and i
There are worlds, universes even, or perhaps
three measly steps.
Your hand twitched
and I thought for a moment you wanted to hold my hand
but i realized how stupid that sounded
and i kept that idea locked in the vault in my brain.
Your eyes refused to look at me as if i
was a foul beast whose appearance was so repulsing
that if you looked at me even the slightest bit
your eyes would shrivel up
and your heart might collapse.
But as i stood there measuring the distance
between us
i realized i had begun to miss you.
And that's really something,
to miss a person who is standing right in front of you.
You are the wrinkled sheet I have no intention of smoothing out
the empty bottles on my night desk
the clothes fallen and never picked up.
You have become a bother
but something i cannot bear to part with
in fear i will need you once you're gone.
If i smooth out the wrinkles
I'll miss the marks they left on my body
but i'll miss your body more.
You are the scars that will never go away.
When I finally spoke, I said
"I believe there are Gods
but there are no Gods watching over me tonight.
If you put more worlds between us
I won't be able to find my way home."
With that he put one more world in between us
then three more universes followed
and then six more steps.
I saw his back turn then.
I saw his eyes go ark when he turned.
All I could think of was
"If a body catch a body comin' through the rye"
and Holden Caufield's voice thundered through my brain.
He said "We should go after him
but you have to be in the mood for that sort of thing."
And I said all i could think of to you
and for a boy who was never good with words
you sure knew the right ones to leave me with.
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 1:00 PM UTC
Darkness, shadows
They've never been his foes
Lurking around as he goes
Even to his death it follows
What's that thing with no nose?
Nobody ever knows
But only to him it ever bows
To others it shrieks and claws
Drowning alone in his sorrows
And all his miseries and woes
Waiting silently for tomorrows
As older and older time grows
He wanted nothing of those
Poisonous as black widows
Repulsing all that knows
Leaving him alone and lost
It wasn't darkness he chose
Looking at a candle that glows
It just felt like blows
And his heart hollows
He tried putting on shows
But they never lasted long
He ends up standing alone
Wrapped in ashes and smokes
One day he's had enough
And he shut his door close
From his one, loyal ghost
Till at some point it finally goes
That was when time froze
And when he finally knows
That a shining star only glows
Inside the deepest, darkest jaws
Oh, the insults he throws
Not to his woes and foes
But to those loyal as dogs
How he regrets them most!
But one thing he can't oppose
The line of present he can't cross
Sep 29, 2019
Sep 29, 2019 at 6:20 AM UTC
I am trying
I know it seems repetitive
I know I'm repulsing
I'm the definition of insanity
Because i keep acting out the same things.
I know I want you next to me
Its just harder than it seems
Especially lately
You need someone in bed with you
You havent been sleeping good
I walked in with you by her
And your soars were like uproars
I know you arent cheating
Not even mentally
I just cant help but feel that lately
I dont want me
So since you sleep by someone else just fine
Ill lay in bed all night with tears in my eyes
I want you to love me
And i know you do
Its just hard to see you want me
When I'm so sick of everything I do
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 3:39 AM UTC
my love is desperate consumption of anything im not
i can only ever crave hankering separation
(the farthest away from my own sinful hand)
and abhor all that easily falls into my shameless claws
i swallow my desire and digest it long enough it turns into something carrying an all too familiar ugliness
(i stare into the abyss and in the abyss i see you tire)
everything i love i stain with my own repulsing vacancy,
mercilessly shape it into a cage befitting my prodigal heart
fill it with the same insatiable appetite that snarls and howls knowing no decency
my love is not creation but its own twisted pretense being picked apart
loving is god creating his own specular image of worship
looking at it with both resentful revulsion and unspeakable lust
and i, just like a god, can never love anything made of my rib
Mar 5, 2024
Mar 5, 2024 at 2:25 PM UTC
The pain. THE pain. The PAIN!
It's in me. It's on me. It's everywhere around me.
In every single face.
Why aren't you smiling at me?
Why aren't you helping me, serving me?
I need attention!
This minute.
This very exacting second.
Can't you see my countenance that beckons?
Beckons with silent screams from red acidic streams.
Every beautiful ****** sinew in MY body.
Reaching, pulling, straining a thousand invisible threads connecting you and I.
Fish hooks in my chest tied to frayed line.
Why can you not see them?! What the hell is wrong with you?! They're right in front of your blank ugly face!
You just stare.
You literally don't know what to do!
Well that's not my problem, I HATE you.
This whole thing is repulsing.
You're as paralyzed as I am.
Those threads are my tentacles seeking a host, now out of water, convulsing.
And so we die.
I die.
Empty, as I slither away.
The end to just another day.
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 2:14 PM UTC