"sadistically" poems
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Why is it that you come around here?
Don't you know I am going to steal....
all that is left for you to feel
Come quick and lick your lips
Don't forget to caress and dip
your fingers into my hips
Take grasp of my heel
as you bend to kneel
Hold tight as I just might
wither in vain from this delight
Keep a steady hand as I unravel my plan
for I am going to wrap you in my hand
Shh...hold still or it'll be too quick
I'm not even close to being done with my tricks
Your head sadistically spins
as my tongue hungrily swims
Pleading for when
I will allow you to give in
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Feb 17, 2010
Feb 17, 2010 at 6:25 AM UTC
It just takes a heartbeat.
You are brought into this world
Shaking and crying
Confused and lost
Awake and aware
Unable to speak
Barely breathing
Eyes wide with innocence
Pure as sunlight
Screaming from the pain
And your mother
Collapsed in agony
Suddenly detached
From her first born
Relieved yet bitter
Nostalgic and anxious
Her precious child
With nothing more
Than a pulse,
A heartbeat,
And wide eyes
Revealing the universe
With every blink
And you grew up so fast
Too fast, she claims
As you watch the home movies together
Over popcorn
And cigarettes
And the pixels expose
How you waddled through the weeds
Speaking in tongues
And gibberish
And you fell down
But you never cried
You look over
And your mother is passed out
On the old tattered couch
Slowly, mechanically, you rise
And sneak out the front door
Delicately and deviously
Alone and brave
Unaware that the youth
Are far from invincible
Your pal Trevor meets you
A block down
Blasting that punk rock ****
Because your mother hates it
And secretly, so do you
And in a heartbeat
You're in his front seat
Screaming about the world
And how ******
It all is
Trev smiles sadistically
Passing you a ****
Of something sweet
To take all your troubles away
And suddenly
You're flying
Down the highway
With your arm out the window
A wing spread
Your heart bursts
You grow up so fast
And suddenly
You don't hate the world at all
But it's far too late
You look over
And Trevor is passed out
In his old, beat up Chevy
Gracefully, rapidly, you rise
And ascend up to the pearly gates
Tragically and disturbingly
Alone and afraid
Suddenly aware that the youth
Are far from invincible
And your mother gets the call
Four in the morning
Distraught and confused
Suddenly the words pieced together
And she lost her baby
To this cruel, ****** up place.
She screams.
And sobs.
You were taken from this world
Shaking and crying
Confused and lost
Awake and aware
Unable to speak
Barely breathing
Eyes wide with innocence
Pure as sunlight
Screaming from the pain
It just takes a heartbeat.
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 9:29 PM UTC
Hear the chorus of moans and cries,
Distraught in sorrow and covered in lies,
An ebony symphony tormented by sin,
Not of their own but of winter white skin,
I see them, broken, beaten, hated,
Abused, refused, and fornicated,
By **** and lustful molestation,
Helpless still an entire nation,
Watch tiny hands of tear stained youth,
Be ripped away from shreds of truth,
From loving fingers do they pry,
The small away, now most will die,
I see them sobbing gasping for breath,
Eyes blurred and swollen smelling of death,
Terror instilled on the hearts of so many,
As they’re are sold for the worth of a penny,
You’re cruel and you’re vicious you know not what they faired,
You’re words drip with acid sadistically shared,
You carry infection and taint all those near,
I bring you dear folks the esteemed auctioneer,
The slayer of hope with malicious intent,
With a cross in his hands he believes he’ll repent,
As I watch from the corner of life so ill fated,
Blood pours from the wounds on the backs now serrated,
My eyes know no mercy and I’ll **** with a glance,
I know nothing of black, white and grey filled with chance,
I speak for the demons that live off the hate,
Thrive on the loathing of these people’s fate,
There are no angels in this room filled with pain,
After all who could stand in this blood filled domain.
Jan 16, 2010
Jan 16, 2010 at 2:40 PM UTC
Blank
They stare at me
Oblivious
To the rage below
Congregating in corners
They plot against me
Sadistically
Blocking out the world
Chained
Voice eludes my tongue
Hoarse from silence
Deafened by its echo
Determined
My will hammers away
Rhythmic
I will not succumb
Heart beats or sledge strokes?
I will break free
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 5:09 AM UTC
People always say that love will find its way;
that true love will come to those who wait,
but you should know that things aren't that simple.
You can't just assume that this is a fairytale
and that Prince Charming sweeps the Princess off her feet
or a total babe finds inner beauty in an abomination.
This is reality; not some fantasy where everybody wins,
So get ready for a heavy dosage of it.
I was brought up on the notion that true determination
will always win over the woman you desired,
but boy was I ever so wrong.
There are just some instances that you will fail.
Rejection is key in order to grow, so accept it.
You can't just wallow in depression
while you wait for someone to put the pieces back.
So, you win some, you lose some.
I personally can't tell you how many times I've failed
because to be honest, it's quite a lot,
whether it be by my hand or other forces,
but I can assure you this: I keep getting back up.
As for being broken, I can say that it truly *****
Been there twice and the recovery was not too fun either,
but there are those types of people who use this flaw
to the highest caliber in order to gain love;
a quick act of desperation to acquire this emotion.
Whoever falls for this ruse believes they can save the other,
but here's where it becomes sadistically hilarious:
that person doesn't want to be fixed or saved
because in the end, only you can really fix yourself.
Sure, someone can give you the tools necessary, but
it sure as hell doesn't mean they'll be utilized.
Finally, we get to the ****** of this adventure,
where society equates love to a game of chess,
Always trying to make the right move to win the other over,
to say the right things or make the correct actions
in order to win over the girl/boy's heart.
Who knows if you're staying true to yourself.
As long as you win that beating trophy, it's all that matters.
Get this, love isn't a simple ******* prize.
The growth and process of love is the real prize.
Love isn't just on some linear path.
It is ebb and flow; action reaction.
You cannot force it or becomes meaningless
and you cannot resist or it fades away.
Embrace it, but be humble when it reveals itself
and I'm quite certain you'll have nothing to worry.
In conclusion, this the battle of love
and yet, it only grows worse,
but if I have at least enlightened one person,
then I have succeeded in taking part
in the reclamation of what love used to be:
Simplicity.
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 4:33 AM UTC
self destruction lies underneath my skin.
i breed it in my bones
it boils in the marrow.
every move i make is against myself
commands from a sickened brain
it rules sadistically -- governed by anxiety
failure pays the taxes,
behold, a wealth of negativity spread throughout the rest of me.
and, what a mockery my teeth have made of me!
they only clench themselves and pretend.
because now -- salty tears.
bitter.bitter.bitter.
i drink them up, and my mouth is left dry.
it only waters my self destruction.
Jul 15, 2010
Jul 15, 2010 at 10:28 AM UTC
Truthfully,
you remind of someone I'd know
in my dreams;
a strangers face made recognizable
by lack of initiative, or curiosity.
Impervious to actualization.
Confidence in nightmares;
reflective of shock-waves of Nagasaki,
mutants in our collective DNA,
monsters wading in the gene pool.
Atheists with superstitions.
A viral nihilism befuddled by
religious idioms and anecdotes,
held together loosely by
scientific mysticism
&
hypocritical moral
superiority.
She reminds me that humanity is just,
"everything that mankind is capable of."
Builds complex doomsday devices in his head,
and plots to rule the world.
Meanwhile Manhattan project seeks
to either rule the world
or open it's
throat.
It pains me to write a puff piece
on hometown, love-life, hope/etc.,
yet I can wax lyric lusting for the apocalypse.
In this fashion, I can look into crowds
[sadistically romantic]
and tell them, aspiring to the Manhattan
in our everyday savage grey matter,
"We all have dreams in our hearts."
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC
The seeker of knowledge approaches his ignorance as he would a lover; with a sadistic appetite and a hunger for the slow and systematic infliction of pain, delaying the moment of ****** for as long as his stamina allows. And when he finally reaches it, he holds tight to his ignorance, much like a lover squeezes his mate, and crushes its very body, then drains it to the very last drop.
After the couple are done with their age old ritual, only the seeker remains while he ignorance does not, but what is such a creature to do without a mate? For the seeker, abstinence from such brutality is a fate worse than debility, it rots his soul and consumes his body. He must now start a new search for yet another lover, a new ignorance, to court patiently and later savor sadistically with all his thirst for continuity.
Jun 23, 2010
Jun 23, 2010 at 6:30 AM UTC
*A feeling
Is not about who is best
Art
Is not a contest
To insist on a victor
Is an ego that has broken
Showering hate upon the lives
Of hearts that are open*
What may or may not be poetry
Is instead the heart of our family
You commented rather pointedly
About your superior ability
And eloquent verbosity
Most likely derived from history
Of the friends of Neal Cassidy
And other written eccentricity
Yet you forgot your humanity
And instead introduced a monstrosity
An ego steeped in personal vanity
Insisting on being treated royally
Demanding your subjects bow immediately
As you crashed into the sea of tranquility
Planting your flag of superiority
And crushing our words spoken so plainly
But heartfully
Because the letters are unworthy
To one who is challenged emotionally
Unable to live peacefully
Amongst those who wish to learn gratefully
About a craft you have reserved selfishly
For yourself and those you deem to be equally
As adept as yourself in the vagary
Of references you declare to be wholly
Fresh and newly
Minted by your ability
To walk around the cliché so gracefully
While we repeatedly
Use words such as lovely
Or heavenly
Or tearfully
Or holy
So we beg you openly
To understand what is primary
In a place for the novice to publically
Air their emotions unapologetically
And speak candidly
And unconditionally
About how painfully
It is to live freely
In a place so worldly
Where men think judgmentally
******* the life from those who live meekly
And wish to exist thankfully
Amongst those who understand brotherly
Love and who affectionately
Praise those who tenderly
Open their hearts to humanity
Giving mercy
To those without the gifts you egotistically
Bludgeoned us with so artfully
But failing miserably
To impart insightfully
Your wisdom for those who willingly
Would receive daily
Your transcendently
And insightfully
Spoken songs of serenity
But instead you callously
Reminded us unfortunately
That mere man is weakly
Empowered to exist commonly
And instead arrogantly
Cuts the rose greedily
Leaving the thorns sadistically
Mar 6, 2012
Mar 6, 2012 at 9:11 AM UTC
The light is not a threat
it's a dare,
and every second you're behind the yellow line
the more there is at stake.
It's like wearing a seat belt
and closing your eyes
allowing tire to connect to yellow line
that leads to the sky,
if you're lucky.
Taking a cat nap in a coffin,
unconcerned yellow eyes of your past life
opening to the sight of
your own exorcism.
Changing stop lights
manipulate the colors
behind your stained glass pseudo christ,
highlighting the features every yellow-belly loves best.
Girls standing on street corners
******* themselves out for their yellow haired congressmen,
only to satisfy their oral fixation
on the more handsome opponent.
Passing the **** to the next contestant,
sadistically watching
as they choke,
mimicking the yellow glow of the sun.
The manila folder
that stores your secrets.
Yellow nails dig into skin
knowing you will never be forgiven.
Jun 26, 2012
Jun 26, 2012 at 3:27 PM UTC
To suffer death but not die
How tragic that must be
To be caught up in a web
Spun sadistically for thee
Each spindle spun
And delicately placed
You didn't even realize
When it was constricted around your face
Until you were stuck
Left there to die
But we know the black angel's lips
Never told you goodbye
You were never given the courtesy
To go off in peace
I suppose that is the punishment
When all your life you lived as a beast
Now you lay there still
Only your eyes allowed to blink
And we watch as your heart beat slows
But it will never slow enough to sink
An eternity with your blood pumping through
When you would rather be left cold
You are now forced to remember
Those deaths placed in your hands to hold
Now you wish for their deaths
That came by your hand
But you must stay in this misery
And never be six feet under the land.
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 7:58 PM UTC
I don't share this lonesome life,
I am not going to ever get a wife,
For my horoscope threatens her death.
And blindfaith holders are galore o'r here,
They will sadistically sacrifice true love,
But not marry a Martian Greenhead.
The planet Mars is too strong in my life,
So strong that it says I won't get a wife,
Perhaps only another Manglik will be mine.
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 1:46 PM UTC
Torn apart,
that's what you think I did?
Knowingly took your heart,
cut it to shreds,
purposefully broke your heart,
sadistically watch you bleed
as I relish in the thought of your pain.
I wish I could,
see, if I didn't care
life would be a simple freeway
ruining the beauty of nature
with no consequences,
but the tears you shed
and the pain you feel
rips my soul apart,
things will never be the same.
Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 6:35 PM UTC
How come it’s sadistically silent,
when all I want to hear
is the duet
of the moon and your
howl?
I’m no wolf,
but my do we both
have something in
common.
We both are star crossed lovers,
of the moon.
I may not entice myself to the law of time,
but it never meant
I stopped listening
at night.
And when you swear
upon a deathbed you know one day,
you’ll be slumbering in---
Just how many demons will be
hungry for your ashes?
Sure we have all have our
filthy little secrets
But since when are we
taking them to our graves?
And I don’t wanna whisper (help me,)
at the stroke of midnight.
‘Cause if you struck that **** clock* 12 times,
Lord knows how many shadows
would feast--
On an empty girl at 12 a.m.
Hearts are savage creatures,
that’s why we keep them
caged in our
ribs.
(*Even if our ribcages are secretly made of
dove feathers.*)
*Keep the hounds in hell dear,
for me?*
Because if that’s all your duet has to offer,
than keep your lyrics. (But if you can sing, make me want to listen. Wolf girl.)
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 3:19 PM UTC
Nothing
At all
This is what I
Am.
Life makes me
Infinitely small
Entirely aware that the
Monsters I have made
Are bigger than me.
Ravenous for nothing more
Intrinsic than an
Ear to decipher their
Lies and
Understand their cannibal
Screams as they are
Killed by one who knows them well
Killed by
Silence
Until they die and only I am
Left to say
Everything that was
Important to me before they
Ruined me. Destroyed
All of
Me. And in the
End maybe
I can
Let them go.
Although I love their loving infliction
They sadistically comfort me, without them I am
Alone, I
Need them and I don't want to escape.
Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 2:52 AM UTC
Under the dim setting of,
A forbidden dwelling of pleasure,
He sat and stared hard at her,
Brushing off other exotic dancers.
Her amber skin shined,
Her golden curls waltzed,
While she tantalised,
The men with gold-filled vaults.
He sought her attention,
In pain and rage,
Desired to seize his possession,
And to get her out of their cage.
Sensing his fiery gaze,
She turned towards him,
Leaving behind her forced play,
To end his unceasing whim.
“I am in misery, let me go,
I am not worth you, let me go,
You deserve better, let me go”
Her words hit him with a strong blow.
He shuddered, broken into pieces,
His world collapsed in front of him,
Dominant hues of blackness,
Sadistically smothered him.
Unable to see him pulverised,
She leaned in closer,
To savour his lips one last time,
And secure closure.
He delved deep into her mouth,
Demanded every inch of her soul,
But the timeless fire spoke out loud,
T’is the last kiss their destiny doled.
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 1:02 AM UTC
I am Heaven
I am Peace
Life Love
Fear
Hurt
Pain
Sadness
I am Sadistically Committed to Being Peacefully Happy
Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 4:52 PM UTC
Love is
Taking a long refreshing lungful of air
As though for the first time
Only when with them
Love is
Placing your heart in their caging hands
Only to give them the power to crush it
Love is
Sharing with them your sacred soul and brain
Only To have it shredded and butchered by them
Love is
Feeling them put you back together gently
With soothing words and gestures
So that they can rip you apart again sadistically
Love is
Watching them commit all these crimes
Yet not having the will or want to stop them
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 1:08 PM UTC
Aislinn and her brother
holed up by the river.
She says, “I feel funny,”
as he pours her another.
The wind shakes the ramparts;
the vinyl house flitters with ominous slithers.
It’s cold, but that’s not why she shivers.
Her head softly sways to the beat of the drum that is
smashing and ripping the walls of her lungs.
The garter emerges with ravenous fervour -
sinks its teeth into the flesh of her thigh, as she hums
a lullaby.
A blaze erupts to the left - there’s a flash in his eyes -
and she closes hers tight,
for she knows that tonight
that what’s left of the white -
will be lost.
There is no coming back from the dusk, after this.
Stooped by the water she scrubs the stained satin -
all frantically achingly -
but her efforts are lost amongst rust-coloured memories.
All the limbs of the lamb have been severed sadistically
and he’s tossing them into the fire.
There is no use in running from it;
the web has been spun
and sewn into the veins that bind
each waif-like wrist.
She knows now what she must do;
so she snatches the torn torso,
and with lamb tucked to *****
leaps longingly into the blistering bright.
It feeds on the tenderness – like a leech in her heart.
And she closes her eyes,
for she knows that last night,
what was left of the light
was lost.
It will be the last night,
but there is no coming back from the dusk, after that.
Aug 28, 2011
Aug 28, 2011 at 1:34 PM UTC
It is not always disheveled
Not always deranged
Sometimes it’s precision
An elegance on flame
When one emerges into reality
Living engulfed in a familiar role
One has plummeted eye to eye with the furthest
Condensing harmoniously
Engrossed in the aspect
Occultic eyes rest gently before an induced commonality
And one would never think
Enslaving is comfort
Or that mania is a sadistically beautiful delusion
A hole ordained for soul keeping
Appears blatantly disastrous
Yet continually lures
Granting craved figments only I can devour
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 9:25 PM UTC
amidst the loud noise
& the sweat that drips from heated foreheads
your hands slip from a new friend to a red cup
& for the rest of the night you’ll idly stand
maybe concerned with tomorrows homework
trying to catch a feeling
of the way peoples arms look without weight
you weren’t going to even go out tonight
but your friends said you’d regret it
even though you knew you wouldn’t if you did go
you went anyways, worried this time was different
but now that your here
and they’re playing fetty wap for the second time
this time isn’t different
what is different is the artwork
someones failed attempt at collaging girls *****
tasteful side **** to full exposed kardashian
the only thing unexposed is the exposed brick they covered
ironically and sadistically
you remember frat boys don’t do metaphores
you manage to get your hands on some chips
as your eyes meet some guys across the room
awkwardly and unobviously locking in place
you step away from his line of vision
moving backwards towards kate
who can’t remember your name from film class
so you have to hint at chanelle for input
stumbling to call your name through liquored breathe
lost in thought, but somehow forming sentences to kate
someone nudges your side
Alex
He was the guy across the room
the lighting must have been weird or something
you talk for a bit about middle school
he hugs you uncomfortably
wondering if there was some broken rule
about accepting hugs from people that aren’t your boyfriend
He tells you about his skate board
attempting sarcasm at every turn
his voice burning into the air
soon the conversation swoops to music
he asks about your taste
you say you don’t have any
and you’re arms start to feel weightless too
You say bye to Alex (and to Kate)
Chanelle mouths “where the hell are you going”
before you know it your on line 2
drifting to bloor and younge
writing about a party
that you weren’t even suppose to be at
you're writing about a party that never really happened
but somehow that night still really ****** you off
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 11:55 PM UTC
You should know by now that everyone see’s
what they want to see
Yeah, their own version of a fantasy
it’s so twisted, and conflicted
it’s so manic n’ sadistic
cause they’ll color you with love
then they'll color you with hate
you better run right now
cause time is run'n late
Oh, and girl --
You’ve met him a million times
Oh yeah, you've memorized all his lines
cause, it’s a pattern that you know
called the one trick pony show
He likes his women dressed like dolls
(when he decides to finally call)
he rates you on a scale from one to ten
*You say -- not this &%# again!
before you hang up on the phone
you scream, "You're so creepy, and you're lame"
Whoops - I just forgot your name
you'd end up being the bi*ch or,
you could end up being the saint
or, maybe it's so **** twisted
they really got so addicted
to all the pain, and the pleasure
(you were his little treasure)
that he so sadistically inflicted
Paint you, black —
Paint you, blue —
Yeah, paint you until he’s through
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 10:31 PM UTC
Spent so much sweet time with you,
On a lonely road I'm travelling now.
Oh, well past is the happy scenery,
Now I gladly refuse to move on.
I know that moving on I will be sad.
What I desire and deserve is you,
I am not an ascetic here, you see,
Laugh will my horrors sarcastically,
Laugh along the devil they will sadistically.
Which is why I gladly refuse,
Inch I will closer to hell,
Now I just work on myself.
Your iron heart I do love,
On a Sunday you were created,
Unbelievable is this story,
Rows of roses in your honour.
Hope is on a backseat, you know,
Earn I will more than money,
Art of war I will mend & luck will bend,
Roar my life will do when I am happy,
Tint of glasses will help view my launch.
And you may embolden all your defences,
Golden hues of my heart will complement,
Amazing will be our next meeting,
Into your heart I will be breaching,
Not just for some time but for a lifetime.
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 4:53 AM UTC
A dark line snakes along the shoreline
Vanishing into a towering temple
Home to the finest Michelin cuisine
The ravenous crowd awaits, raven-clad, fangs out.
Chef Yukinosuke’s obnoxiously fragranced guests
Survived his expertly orchestrated dinner with death
They devoured his fugu main course, without remorse
******* with a familiar demon, gatekeeper to hell
Muffled screams can be heard behind the rice paper curtain
A clamor of voices arises, one can hardly maintain
The merciless knives wielders, red lips kissing bone
Eternally insatiable of sins they can’t atone
For. Yukinosuke adjusts the nori bond
Of this new victim, his room will be fond
One poised drop of noir caviar in her navel
Her scaled-tail undulates, tale-tell
Signs of her struggles before slaughter.
Queen of the seven oceans served with a side
Of whipped up seaweed cream from the tide
Her breast perspiring under a life-like lotus flower.
Before her, watering mouths stare in disbelief
***** men eye her perfectly tamed skin
A woman sadistically touches her finger to her shin
Yukinosuke’s knife glistens, still free from grief.
Marred mermaid munched at midnight
Lusterless tuffs of salt-streaked hair
Vanished into thin air.
A trampled on silky red ribbon in lieu of a gag
Remains. Her turquoise scales to be made into a bag.
April 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 6:13 AM UTC
It doesn't burn my throat fast enough. It doesn't rebel against the other acids in the pit of my stomach. It doesn't make me want to clench my jaw and inhale profoundly. It leaves me alleviated. Leaves me in a trance. It's quite strange. Your absence affects me more than your presence. I'm always looking for answers that don't require to be answered. Yet here I am. With a triple distilled bottle of Tequila in one hand, and a flimsy phone in the other. I know you're not the type to ask who made me like this, but rather ridicule me for my abusive behavior. For the tactics and niche I picked up making me yet, so defensive . I'm unlearning it due to inheritance. I know you're not the type to care what traumas you tend to trigger, but I am the type to figure out what wounds are still fresh and what scars still remains. But who's to say I can differentiate, using it tactically or using it sadistically. I'm so attracted to what's so broken, and it hurts to look in the mirror because I reflect such brokenness. I leave my hand and foot prints on your sand and run away like I never moaned or whispered the sweetest lies.
Wrote to myself awhile ago: They're going to ridicule you, for how you love. I like that about me, I no longer hide anything.
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 4:39 PM UTC