"repulsiveness" poems
Your mind is an abyss sated with emptiness,spore of an ink-jet,
the heart is erupting with repugnant repulsiveness.
Your conscience ravage by your impulsive act.
You indulge in savagery shackled by misery creativity is a mystery .
You diverged from an honest life and now you're perjuring in art you dark-prowlers.
Converged with parasites marauding, Proud-Writers.
Cursed with uncertainty you're embracing lies, in the realm of thieves there's a decaying crown.
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 4:41 AM UTC
Well where do we start?
Bob,
That answers a lot of questions before asked.
He was a vegan, kind of?
Never did he linger on thoughts of animal flesh,
vegan you could single him upon in certain words.
He would not linger on the animal nutritional formalities.
Could he linger on the repulsive tastes of pork, beef, lamb.
He would heave at mere thoughts of digesting these
peaceful recipients of the plant we delve all upon.
But even fish was out of his lingering taste buds.
He did how ever have a taste that differed from the
palettes of most, for it was of those he called friend.
He contorted on the repulsiveness of what his hunger
desired in wanting attention, but as those around waited
for there inevitable ending. He lingered on how they were savoured.
Bankruptcy of morals was his downfall, he saw others as
just meat sacks. Things that were as wanting in consumption
as those they fed upon, There screams were so inviting.
Have you heard an animal scream. No they don't, they
just look cynical in why your ending, their existence and stare.
Where we cry like lambs to the slaughter of our ending.
Emotion makes those that tear salt upon features
taste that much better than those unintelligent creatures
that just except there oblivion with eyes of so be it.
I have a sickness that thrives on the taste of you superficial
fear that I will not end you. No I will cease you light and
endeavour to feed on you lifeless carcass now silent.
*"Hi I'm Bob I'm a vegan struggling with the concept of
no meat in my diet, I don't eat animal, but I still linger
for the taste of meat inbetween of my moist lips and teeth.*
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 6:47 PM UTC
WHILE I STARE
While I stare at the deep of the earth
I tear from my eyes
Is this what He made it to be?
Were we all meant to live like this?
Guns became our toys
Breaking hearts became a thing of joy
Corruption became a hobby
and we've turned immorality into our Tommy
Now that I choose not to be part
they tag me, a daft
that I am dumb
for not wanting to be part of the smart ones
While I stare at the repulsiveness
instigated and done by the of the sons of men
Not even afraid anymore, we sleep and dine with them
and are forced to be close friends
Now, I am void of tears
What is the need to weep over what is dead?
I will try my best to revive them
Not cry over what will not be solved with tears.
I will save the few I can
So they also can stare from afar
and thank Him for our lives;
the lives of positive influencers.
-Emmiasky Ojex
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 6:12 AM UTC
Death which has been
cast upon one by
a sober hand is
indeed the most
intimate of the act
that is ******
Death in the seeds
of the castor plant.
Death in the barrel
of a dulling syringe.
Death in the growth inside
of you,the one you
never knew you had.
Death of the Love that took
all we had to **** .
The Death of reasoning
and reality.
Death of all that we
kept hidden inside of us.
Death in the dancing
girls eyes.
Death on the prison yards
where no one forgives.
Death in the terms of
the ways of our world.
Up close Death ,
just as death by the
knife is personal.
The Death in you
as you pass a beggar
without the least bit
of charity even
crossing your mind.
The Death of our
Heroes.
D.Boons Death.
A Death by
misadventure.
Holy Death
my vengeful
mother
my heart bleeds
red for you.
The Death of
that smiling face
in the
photograph,
that face who
looks too much like
me.
Her promises
reeked
of the Death
of me.
The Death of
the flames
when there's
so much left
to burn.
There is no repulsiveness
in the promise of Death,
it's a tender helping of
frivolity which helps
to ease the unimportant
and minute details that
only you can and
do cast upon this.
The life you're forced
to wait through.
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 7:32 PM UTC
I see only the fragments of shattered glass
I see no beauty, no grace
You can force this belief upon me
I will presently agree
But my eyes are blindfolded to the truth you see
But I do not see it
Only the repulsiveness of the Unsightly Parts
Of this creature, this beastly creature that is me
I will never see the roses
I will only see the thorns
I cannot be unsettled of this curse
Shaken of this force this reflection
This illustration that is me
Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 3:50 PM UTC
"You
Sick
*******
I spotted a glimpse of your corrupted smile
hovering over my tainted body
That has been painted with repulsiveness
And sealed with your perverted kisses
"You
Sick
*******
Trying to catch my breathe that rebels against me
Searching for a god to pray to
Your hands exploring my unknown
As you look down at your precious little girl
Jan 8, 2012
Jan 8, 2012 at 12:40 AM UTC
I was born determined with a peaceable life
When i wasn't troubled with other folks' strife
I had a hop growing up want to be rich as i wished
Before i met a lady that acted better than Grish
I never felt infinite
my repulsiveness had my speeches scrawled
I was unfulfilled
my obsessiveness had caused me a squall
I once had fallen in love with a girl who had me felt disrespected
Because of my passion i couldn't easily deflected
Yet,I was inspired by the sun to have the lady go
Successfully i have forgotten about her in a row
Now I have risen and never will be as hot as she hated
Tomorrow I'll set when all her efforts led to naught as she waited
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 11:44 PM UTC
Bow to the aspirant? Be defiant!
Quite the to-do of the ado hoo-ha.
Shan't you have forgot,
The place you have come up
Is and forever will be democratic.
If Kings are making a comeback,
Kneel.
Give me the crown
Or I will pick it out of the gutters:
I will pick it off your corpse.
If there's pitch to be made,
Prepare for the tar & feathers.
Prepare for the pikes & pitchforks,
For the oil & torch.
Blockade your birdges, flood your moats,
Ready the given defenses!
If Kings are making a comeback,
I will **** you with pen
And put you to death by the sword.
We will march your head around
After we've torn it off.
We will parade your silly decrees about
After we've ripped them apart.
We will drag your body through town
After we've murdered you.
There we'll leave you
In some famous roundabout,
For the crows to feast;
For the animals to pick you clean.
They will say of you,
"Now he's only skull & crossbones!
I had thought him a royal
But he burned & boiled -
Screamed & soiled,
Just the same as I would!"
Sins of the father, eh?
I only hope you didn't ***** your family
With your crimes & repulsiveness.
Submit to the giant? Slay the tyrant!
Feb 24, 2025
Feb 24, 2025 at 10:50 AM UTC
I miss you
I know you do too
but i am going crazy
those 7 seconds
or so it seemed
was that the last time
was that it
will i never see you again
Those sparkling hazel eyes
The red with the black
But you looked
you looked at me with repulsive eyes
why
WHY
it was the last time
then what is the repulsiveness for
where is all your love
"I love you" my last words to you
"Thankyou" yours
Is that befitting
does that do justice to us
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 1:21 AM UTC