"slimes" poems
I've been burnt so many times,
and hurt with so many lies.
The path that I walk tells a tale of so many crimes.
And the scars in my heart hold memories of darker times.
Stupid, I was! I lived like a cat with nine lives.
Ignorant I stayed! A fool who accepted numerous lies.
Bedazzled by their smiles, who knew they were but deceitful wiles.
And for long I remained, a captive of worthless slimes.
For all the tears I shed and all the feelings I spared, I couldn't help but wonder if anyone ever cared.
As a tool for their filthy cause,
I wondered if this was a result of an unknown curse.
For neither was I pure of heart
or saintly in character.
This could be the reason for my life's disaster.
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 4:31 AM UTC
the beach is for losing yourself
i ask you what manner of man or beast could ignore its siren song
it dragged our silly smiles across the sand
feet trailing giddily behind us
we slipped wearied into the warm unceasing avalanche
and a year was washed away
in the thunderous salt rinse
the beach is for best friends and for beer
it is for games beneath the stars
while a plankton metropolis fluoresced underfoot
and a meteor grazed the spine of leo
we slumbered through brooding rains
that slunk away when we awoke to stare them down
white shapes cast slender shadows on the reeds at noon
sea breezes crooned tunes every child has always known
in languages no man will ever understand
the beach is for all of us
last night we dreamt of ancestral slimes marching out of it
today let us plunge in
it is for even creeping snakes and gnawing fleas
verily
but most of all
it is for your glistening face
for two sleepy seagreen eyes accustoming themselves to the bright shores of morning
while your coffee cooled on the camp stove
it is for the sheen of your wild brown arms
the surf of your laughter
words with which you filled a quiet moment
circling in my mind like gulls over the harbor
yes most of all
most of all
it is for you
speeding down the narrow cape
i was beside you
tapping in tandem with your electronic music
realizing more with every pastel cottage flickering by
that you had found me
and i had never felt
so safe
Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 3:25 AM UTC
My belly, a pimpled basketball,
puffed with pasta,
and my chest, just a hoop and a net, swishing wine through.
Spent my last ***
on cookies and cakes
stuffing my cheeks in backwards
with gushing gobs and slushy slimes.
I go mad like a fat queen.
my hot mouth,
now a thick, cocoa-creamy swirl,
as it turns into a custard-filled pastry of its own.
I do what I can to feel bliss among ****
Try to ignore the flies fizzing like seltzer.
The candy wrappers scattered wherever
like broken-into envelopes.
I feel a large thumb press, press, press
my skull to my ankles.
Tossing chocolate chunks square into
my throat like bozo buckets.
After a while
It stops being "eating"
and turns into a factory of into me and out of me.
In the end, the delicious part always gets too salty and
salt over salt is trash
and nothing stays
an ****** for more than a couple
pinches of this or that.
my body yells at me, because it wants nothing more but to
**** devil-face with those teeny-tiny, delicious
throbbing minutes.
I can't feel my life
and so I have to eat dinner on the floor.
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 7:39 PM UTC
I wonder if "writer's block" refers to a block like
a kindergarten alphabet piece,
or a
long
building
that slimes up the street
like an unsavory garden creature.
(you only have to walk one block...)
Sometimes it feels like writer's monolith,
a monument puncturing the sky,
collecting clouds like cotton candy
Mesmerizing
like watching a black hole devour a star.
Have you seen
how that happens?
First, the star inches closer
(not a smile from the abyss,
not even the flash of teeth),
and stretches its arms out,
strings of light pour from it's body,
reminiscent of silver spilling
from a fairy-tale character when
their soul is stolen.
It smokes and stretches
into the hands of the beast.
You blink, and a mere
millions of years later,
the star is gone.
Mar 10, 2012
Mar 10, 2012 at 1:54 PM UTC
Dimes times, dimes times
A little better off than Lennie's pennies
Grimes threw thymes, fines
For thin lines
Into the giving ***
Crime slimes, crime slimes
Poorer than peeling off ***** pauper
Wines and dines, limes
For fat kinds,
Into the waiting rot
Mines mine, mines mine
Sames the games we've all been playing
Shines sharp pines, rhein
Same all the time,
Unto the wading well
.
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 1:34 PM UTC
how have there been nights creating space
a vault of valued silver neck---lace play button play to me
toy tutorial: how to choke me and it is hours after midnight
i am alone in my room uncloaked my pictures upon tiny tiny windows i like to lick the blood out of the slits
grow slimes after midnight like a snail click click the right things and sadden
can i sink my fangs and hydrated as it is
a wet house all of the wallpaper ruined of bottles and of men
i hate that feeling when i put my head down and that is the last thing there is nothing nothing no struggle no bodies and legs
all anger aside i must admit
me all nails and fury me all small fit below the waist die gaily then
has anyone read anything on free will or has anyone stayed or left or has anyone survived can i lend out my own copy of free will two pages high look up the line across my back have you tried to follow me before foresting in motion
**** me in my feelings i have been begging the new moon for a new moon but IT HAS NEVER APPEARED BEFORE ME
IS THERE ANYONE I CAN HIGHLIGHT IN PURPLE AND OR IS THERE ANYONE I CAN PUT MY BACK AGAINST WHO IS WILLING TO LAY A FINGER ON ME
AND I FEEL BETRAYED should i always be banned
me me in shadows i am aware i have gotten dark i have not given permission for deep-rope-denied-roulette-gratuit-whir-phantasma
EVERYONE ON THIS SLUMP STAGE IS HIDING THEIR FINGERS IN MY MOUTH ONE TO ONE TO ONE I CAN NEVER SEE THE FACE THE FACE HURTS TOO MUCH IT IS THE RED FILTER THE EXPENSIVE ONE AND I CANNOT USE TOO MUCH OF IT IT FALLS BEFORE ME I BREAK MY KNEE-CAPS THANK YOU THANK YOU IT WAS WONDERFUL
my name is ssssss-sweetness all of a sudden
i stand before you and i am so mad i want to break your face-jaw neck-jaw your everything-jaw my name is pinky pinky and mutilation is satiric and narcissistic GO BECOME SICK OF IT AND I WILL SICK AND **** YOU AND THE HINT IS IT WILL CHANGE NOW THE SMELL IS AWAITED and the blood will be beautiful
and will be replenishing i give me another three months do you like my invention please jealous you until you open again
the demon does not possess me and does not wish to thus i received
in a letter from hell thank you thank you it was miserably ethereal
Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 7:15 PM UTC
Onward then does Time ascend the eons it does build
Within the endless void of space which never shall be filled
Deep within the eons past, a Potency there compels
Horrors be extended from Evils which are Hells’
And herein do I dwell within Hell’s castle keep
With keys I do open doors and let the evils creep
Avarice and malfeasance let loose to run amuck
Despair and sorrow following, causing their havoc
Slimes that ooze and glisten with names that you know well
Cultivate and incubate the tribulations that are Hells’
I unleash the Hounds of Hell, in silence do I watch
Devoutly do they search - for souls they will debauch
Hounds of Hell cause someone to bid their soul adieu …
And now, my festered eyes await the soul they’ll bring from YOU!
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 7:37 AM UTC
The flowers are in bloom
In this majestic tree
That must have stood here
For decades
It still produces
After all these years
The dandelions gather strength
From the sun and the summer rain
The grass is greener on this side
The bushes that are to bear fruit
Pull their energy from the soil
Tirelessly filling our lungs
With clean air
The sunset is beyond compare
Painting the sky
In all variations of orange and pink
The silence of the approaching dawn
Is only suggested
By the grace of the setting sun
On the bench in this garden
Sat Death casually
Smoking a ***
With a distracted frown on his face
Waving away the passing butterfly
Coughing from the depth
Of his lungs
And spitting out the slimes.
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 12:03 PM UTC
The lilies will dance all night
the thimbles not quite so much
for thimble do get tired and the strength
moreover they have errands to run
they've got to go pick on a niga
its the cancel culture in acute action
on the contract to cancel and check
check this, check that, check it all around
check that crow, check that Raven
no oats for mating is not allowed
and how they talk of love and write of love
the cold blooded kind of love
in and out thank you ma'am
exploded in ninety seconds that's the limit
got things to do, got things to distract us
get a crow and clip its wings
that better fun than dancing around
its the Leninist manifesto for us
we've got the gifts that keeps on giving
we are the tops in Europe, we are super
come join the party and our revolution
come love and have fun but not that one
we have cancel him out without reprieve
but you know what mates
I do not miss being disallowed at your party
I ain't crying hurting or pining
hurray to the great unwashed
hurray to the slimes with gifts
but no thank you
Dec 23, 2020
Dec 23, 2020 at 9:11 PM UTC
Time for chewing sanction chasers
Time for calling out,
All those dogs who run for cover
All the slimes who flout!
Time to spin the wheels of change
To cull the slack who bludge,
Time to look behind the mirror
Spotlight those who fudge.
Time for nailing shirkers
Who employ the wriggle out
Time to hit the finger pointers
And the **** who pout!
Mostly time for settling
This old, outstanding score,
Drop your fool pretence
In standing bare arsed on the floor.
Bare arsed in the spotlight
With your sharpened fangs well drawn,
With talons sprung like drawknives
And your slitted eyes of scorn.
It's time to test your metal
In this avenue of pain,
Time to face your nemesis
Or you’ll NEVER stand again!
Marshalg
On the Razors Edge
Winter Solstice, 2011
Jun 21, 2011
Jun 21, 2011 at 9:50 PM UTC
the BIG BANG was the template
for all subsequent ******** life.
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 1:05 PM UTC
I lay there dying
With my mind wrapped in agonizing knots
Endeavouring to unravel the ardous mysteries of life
Resounding bangs wrecked my temple
With soul confined in fabric mesh of guilt wallowing in a limbo painted with slimes of failures
my third eye could glimpse spewed papers spilled ink and broken pens all baying for a piece of my inner being
The mission i had forsaken was baring it fangs ready to devour me
As i lay there dying it dawned to me the the race was over i was hanging in a ravine with judgement at the finish line awaiting my selfish soul
rivulet of ink soaked my **** skin sizzling and corroding my flesh the pain was unwritable misty wraith shrouded my eyes snatching away my last moment sight of the beautiful sun
I lay there with no sense of time laboured breath managed to escape my nasal cavity heartbeat drummed skimply giving me a last chance to make peace with my fate
Inside my restless heart my soul was dying
A cold heat was drying my old *****
My final dying wish tried to escape through my clenched
Teeth
I lay there trying to push the smell of death through my cracked throat
As i chocked with foul air of all the wrongs i had commited
My mask and guise that had obscured my face peeled away seething away my melalin baring my true identity to world masses
Numbed thoughts clogged my mind soaking the reality and waterlogging my six sense
I lay there with needles of truth jabbing every inch of my flesh
In hell demons remixed a dirge with my name reminding me i belonged in abyss
As i lay there dying a wraith of mist shrouded my whole being reminding me of all the darkness inside me weighing me down remindind me i had to die n e ever rise again
I lay there dying
Wondering how many will be left crying
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 12:59 PM UTC
I need to leave this place.
They call it hell sometimes
Or life.
Infinite. But I need more space
For creativity; some deadly crimes.
One knife.
Impossible. Our vomiting human race.
Bloodsucking; it slimes.
Our wife.
I need to rip my face.
Your poem never rhymes.
My strife.
Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 4:09 PM UTC
A scratching jeer from oblivion below;
it slithers, slimes an ascent to sow ~
from chasm's brim, a hateful throw
the seeds of lies, stupidity, woe ~
they scatter, skitter, to and fro;
sink subtle roots to sickly grow ~
upon her heart and mind this foe
seeks to beat her; tear her low
~ ~ ~
Leaden soul, stung by sin;
she leans toward this chasm's brim;
her eyes, through blur, on black within
she feels the pull...
...of plunging in
To join the dark and scorning din;
to seek her balm in demon kin
to let them know, with evil grin
she let them win...
she let them win...
...and upon her heart
with vicious pin
she'll seal
in steel,
impervious skin
~ ~ ~
A conflict stirs.
She stays behind.
A sense occurs.
She has her mind.
Her heart is hers.
Her soul, unsigned.
~ ~ ~
She slowly stands, her pain and all;
her voice commands her not to fall
it cracks as whisper, keening, small;
and kills the ******* one and all
For they who feed on fear and hate;
they who seek our souls to bait;
do so that they might conflate
by other's pain
in vain
equate
themselves upon a higher state...
...but when they find an ounce of weight
of courage, dear
they dissipate
~ ~ ~
And as the silence thereby grows
she feels their absence, and she knows
their secret hers to now expose:
the pain they sought
for to impose
belonged to them
and they propose
to use her soul
I now disclose
as means by which
their pain dispose
She whirls about upon her toes
upon a better path she goes
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 12:56 AM UTC
Slanted
Why do I slide?
Slide down a rabbit hole, Alice's hole, Layne's hole
A burial of open air, dirt imagined, smothering the thought
that slipping into any other pool besides this self-administered poison
is directed squarely at others, not me, oh god not me.
A brain's bitterness more toxic than vinegar on the tongue
Misery that slimes, oozes, creeps, and constricts every thought
My thoughts, not my own, converting my hands to someone else's
And I watch. Trapped. Sliding down the now speeding slope.
That which stalked and surprised, but I cannot blame.
Cannot predict. Cannot battle. I'm slanted.
Slated to slip down slides of sloth, slowly.
Shredding into sharpening shouts, shifting into panic.
Pleas. Please. Pleasing Pleas.
Can't cope, can't cut, can't control.
Wait. At the bottom is a light.
But whether to heaven or hell
This purgatorial slide carries me all the way
Slanted.
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 5:51 PM UTC
Let cheat the night
And Strip under the moonlight
Make the glowing stars jealous
As my palm spanks your ***
Plant your luscious lips upon mine
And taste the product of my gold mine
Let the universe sing at our awe
While you ****** my breath away
Let me labor as i beg for more
As your sensation takes me to ecstasy door
Trace my mophology
With concentration like you are studying biology
Read My contours,
As my hands take a tour on yours
Let lust burst our love glands
And Wait for momento to land
Lets cross the line
With our whines
As we spice up the night with moans
Gasps and frozen groans
Let our bodies mould
As my pecker roves in your mold
One we become
As the armosphere calm
Deeper let me explore
Motivate me let me not slow
With lust lets as glow
As the night bow
Iet us paint the midnight with slimes of sin
Before the sun rises and naked be seen
Let us sing
As our ****** start raining
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 10:05 AM UTC
So I Was Told The Other Day ...
That ... CERTAIN Things I Had To Say ...
REALLY Were NOT ... " NECESSARY " ... !!!!!
Did I Say Something SCARY Is Now ALL I Can Think ... !?!
But TRUTH Be Told ... The Answer's NO ... !!!
Because Here's The Thing ... !!!
I Merely EXPLAINED With ... MUCH RESTRAINT ... !!!
That Promises Made Had NOT Been Kept ... !!!
So My Wordplay ... Is Because I'm VEX ... !!!
If They'd Come CORRECT ...
There'd Be NO STRESS ...
What Do People Expect ... ?!?
That You Will Stay Cool Be CALM And COLLECT ... !!!
Your Thoughts When You Have PAID These FOOLS ... ?!?
These Days I DO ... !!!
But It's NECESSARY For Me To SPEAK My PIECE ... !!!!!
Which Is Where This Story Takes A TURN ...
And Where Allegory ... Now FILLS These Words ...
See It's NEVER Necessary When Things Get HEAVY ... !?!
Because Movements ... AREN'T STeaDy ... !!!!!
From Mister ... " EVER READYS " ...
Who CLEARLY LACK The Belly ...
To STOP Shaking Like JELLIES ... !!!!
"Oh, can you pay me some money now ?"
"But you've always said, I shouldn't talk about ?"
"That was before I saw the flaws
of being, ****** by those on boards !"
"Okay man cool, you've done for me, so i'll do for you !"
See There's MUCH Allegory Within THIS Story ... !!!
Hidden Truths That Give You PROOF ...
That What IS Necessary ... Is Being ASTUTE ... !!!
And Doing What You're ... SUPPOSED To DO ... !!!!!!!
WITHOUT ..................................... " Excuses " ......
Because The TRUTH Is ...
Nowadays .... That EXHIBITS Looseness .... !!!!!
Is THAT ... " NECESSARY " ... ?!!!?
Being Away With The Fairies ... !?!
I Find THAT To BE ... SCARY ... !!!
So NOW I'm ... ALWAYS WARY ... !!!
When People SWITCH And SHOW A GLITCH ... !!!!!
That REPEATEDLY ... They DO NOT FIX ... ?!!!?
But YET ...
STILL They're QUICK ...
To Say Your Commentary ...
Just ... " IS NOT NECESSARY ! " ...
When You EXPOSE THEIR PISH' ... !!!
Where Do People NOW Get OFF ... ?!?
With Wrong and STRONG As Their Theme Song ... ?!?!?!?
When It's CLEARLY WRONG ...
To Try To Make Them ... " Get Along " ... ?!?
It's Such A SHAME When Peeps' REFRAIN ...
From Being STRAIGHT UP ....
And Doing The Stuff That's CLEARLY DUMB ... !!!!!
Like TRYING To RUN Their STUPID GUMS ... !!!
To COVER Flaws WITHIN Their Jaws ...
That SLOWLY GNAW RIGHT To Their CORE ... !!!!!
CONFRONTATION's Part of LIFE ... !!!
When Things YOU DO Bring Others ... STRIFE ... !!!!!
DON'T EVEN TRY ... !!!
When You Start MESSING WITH Mans' Mind .....
Get To CONFESSING Before You FIND ...
Yourself In A BIND That You DON'T LIKE ... !!!!!!
But .....
DON'T Think THESE Types CANNOT Be ... " Nice " ... !!!
SOME Are Cool And DON'T BREAK The Rules ...
For QUITE Some Time ...........................................................
BELIEVE ... It's True ... !!!
But When You FIND Their CRIMES REWIND ...
It's Time To Make Moves And Say ............. GOODBYE ......... !!!
And KEEP It Moving With ... NO BRUISING ... !!!!
EXCEPT Of Course ... INSIDE The Minds ...
of Those I Now Call ... " Mr. SLIMES' " ... !!!!!
We ALL EXPOSE From Time to Time ...
That Part of Our Bones Where SLIME Resides ... !!!
But TRUTH Be TOLD ... It NEEDS To DIE ..... !!!!!!
As Does The Talk of Types That REALLY Should NOT FLY ... !!!!!!
These SUCKERS Should Be ... WARY ...
Cos' They KNOW In Truth That It's Their Moves ...
That Just ... AREN'T ...
..... " NECESSARY " .....
Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 8:27 PM UTC
Colonel Lingus was a cunning linguist,
He would slither, and slobber and dribble,
With his tongue he would stroke, with a push and poke,
and a wiggle about in the middle,
Though the talk of the town, when he had his head down,
Not a word ever could be distinguished.
Colonel Lingus was a gourmet lover,
He would travel the world for its flavours,
But his favourite dish, sort of tasted like fish,
And he’d eat out with quite odd behaviours,
When he tasted sweet slimes, he would quiver with rhymes,
If you met him you’d never recover.
Colonel Lingus had a special interest,
He had mastered a delicate motion,
When he put it within’er, and then gestured ‘come hither’,
It was said he could summon the ocean,
So the ladies spoke highly, although often quite shyly,
But he played himself down like the simplest.
Jul 2, 2025
Jul 2, 2025 at 10:32 PM UTC
I feel sick.
Sick.
Tumults of nerves
Crash
Upon my conscious shores.
Waves
Of endless misery
Make my insides sore.
I feel weak.
Weak.
Drafts of fear
Breeze
Within my shaking bones.
Rushes
Of quiet anxiety
Colder than the age old stones.
My stomach is too full of stones,
My face too full of blood,
My heart too full of mud,
My soul too full of dark.
Where did I even start?
What beginning is mine?
Why do I pretend I’m fine?
Where do I begin?
When will it finally win?
Why can’t I let go?
Why can’t I ever hope to show what is trapped inside my heart
This desire to be a part
Of something better than me?
What is better?
What can I be?
Why can’t I separate these two Golden masks,
One side is nothing but a cast of false brass,
One side is nothing but a shell of empty gold,
An image of beauty hiding a lesser self,
The other is pure but only a little.
Reality is fickle,
Falsity is a mistress to all.
The night reveals temptation,
The day reveals the fall.
Drip, drip, drip,
It creeps and drips and climbs,
Up my throat this vile creature slimes.
Its tingling fingers grip
I feel sick
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 5:30 PM UTC