"snivel" poems
Hey. I said I do to a sociopath.
No winey snivel.
No quibble.
No ****
BPD= Borderline personality disorder.=sweet insanity.= submerged insecurity = indian giver = lifelong victim=child manipulator.
Slick as snot running below the radar.
Now.
Dropping pretty baggage
Finding perspective.
WOW.
Amazing what can reside in a mid sized cranium.
Disneyland in cog neat O.
Frued would have missed
This one.
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 12:04 PM UTC
Her skin looks pale,
White shedding brown,
like a golden brown velvet
strewn across a skeleton
made from Cleopatra’s frame.
There is nothing to it,
her sway is flawless
in her stilettos,
O’ God those stilettos.
She pave the roads with
blossoms of Primrose
and Calla Lilies, as the tip
of her heels stab the earth.
Her body melts cotton candies
in winter,
her curve bakes pastries
in snowy mountains,
It was an unbelievable sight,
like a sunrise, she climbs the edges
of the highest of peaks,
like the wind, she enters a heart by
the creaks; like a creep.
Perhaps nothing shall stop her,
Her footsteps continue to pierce
the soil, making a sound close to the
cracking of my knuckles.
She made people snivel and weep
when she enters the room
with her slender black dress.
She makes heads turn almost
to their full circle,
it would be death to steal a
peek, or glance, a peep.
She is the sun on earth:
hot and highly radiated
but too tempting to be left alone.
She is like the still waters:
calm, clean and serene
but too quiet to know the depth;
and still willingly jump in.
It is like believing again.
She is like believing again.
She is tiny as is her name,
It shall rhyme as the bell shines,
Her hair, her coiled twisted hair,
is much like herself: curled, twisted
bended.
Yet she is, perhaps, the twist in life,
the curl of wind on her bosoms, or
the bend of spines when eyes turn
to gaze at her splendor.
It is uncertain what she is,
but I know, vaguely.
She, like a Zinnia, shall be the
decoration of this planet.
She shall be, though exaggerated,
the reason for our existence.
She, corrupted and dangerous,
shall reclaim her spot in divinity
and shall forever more be
my source of inspiration.
Like a stream of clear water,
gushing down the torrent
ovately,
ornately,
creatively,
purposefully…
She shall see herself,
breathe herself and know that
only she is the one she could
deliberately fall…
…or fail.
The black sand shall be her dress,
the grey rocks shall be her stilettos,
that clear water be her conscience
as she takes on the world.
With her cursive eye shadows
she will see the funny side of
life; she will see it thoroughly.
She, regardless, will persist
and resist the failure
of herself, with the moist
creek on her seductive lips.
She is seduction.
She is temptation.
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 12:13 AM UTC
Once a death was enough to awake the sleeping souls,
Now bodies outspread in the gore,
Some snivel, some celebrate the victory,
Victory of won the war,
War; which is making us deadpan!
By: Nida Mahmoed
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 10:02 AM UTC
I was never your protector, you abused my stoic nature
Madcap ****** for days on end, and copious substances, abused
The blaring music, disturbing the peace, rattling windows
and you dismantled my structure, and yours alongside it
I am just a house
I was never the crutch you needed, nor was I a friend
Remember those long nights on the town with raving girls
and you were irate when I fell to the floor; rich man's art piece
Now you snivel and scratch because you flushed me in haste
I am just *******
Pair me up with old white friends in speedball imprudence
Meticulous measurements in early days but you grew reckless
Now your ghastly macabre silhouette on back alley walls
Is all that remains in this dead town that you still saunter in
I am just ******
You put too much emphasis on me, to defend the sentient
and you stare me down on the kitchen table, questioning
You hold me close and I feel your brow, indecisiveness
and now I'm caressing your temple; bemoaning barrel
I am just a gun
You sit and attribute voices to the voiceless and inanimate
because for years you have repressed your depression
When you should have asked for help and not escapism
and today you end it all, alone and weeping for something you know not what
I am just your psyche
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 10:04 AM UTC
Questions asked—
Answers evaded
Questions asked—
Churlish responses
Questions asked—
Reality revised
Questions asked—
Dangerous denials
Questions asked—
Squeaky clean!
Questions asked—
RED HERRING!!!
Questions asked—
Deny FBI
Questions asked—
AD HOMINEM!!!
Questions asked—
Boast, repost
Questions asked—
Uncivil snivel
Questions asked—
Snide asides
A question asked:
Where are we?
Scary judiciary?
End times?
Revolution?
Not in this Kansas.
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 1:49 AM UTC
Words of starvation
Can utter me
I rather be suitable or dishonest
But never snivel
Am I
Marveling upon the countless
Which circumscribe my opinion
Assessment without account
As fabricated idols are formed
To deception new ruler
Capturing various fools for sport
While laying the snares of scrutiny
Oct 29, 2009
Oct 29, 2009 at 1:43 PM UTC
Sometimes when I am sad
I go home and I watch sad movies
I give and snivel out snot laced tissues
of worthlessness
I cry tears of pain
But not because of what Character A has done to Character B
But because of what mother and father
have done to me
I am tired of turning away
I am tired of being strong
I am tired of being second on your to do list
I am tired of your misogynistic comments
So I press play again
And **** in worlds of fantasy
Because it's easier than coming to terms with my reality
Easier than ******* it up just to be handed a second serving
So no, I'm not done with this particular movie
Yes I know I have seen it 12 times today
And in a moment I will make it 13
If you touch this remote you will taste regret in the blood that comes out of your gums
The only thing you can help with is getting me another god **** box of tissues
I didn't come here to face my issues
I didn't come here to be strong
I came here to be weak when no one else is looking
So please ignore me.
Please pay attention to the smile I plaster on my face
The clothes that become a second skin in the morning
And the words that come out of my mouth border lining a scream
Because it's easier
It's easier than facing it alone. Where is my princess?
Where was my coat of armor when they threw me in the dragons lair
My life was supposed to be a fantasy book but someone forgot to write in the happy ending
And if it's not a fairy tale please let me pretend
Because I already know the answer that every life is a tragedy
Because everyone dies in the end
I just wanted a prince charming to die with me in my sleep but I guess i'm sticking with *****
There is no happy ending
And there is no neverland
There's just you and me and characters a b and c
So someone please change the ******* channel and get me out of here
Feb 9, 2013
Feb 9, 2013 at 2:58 AM UTC
Here is my new missive!
Wake up negative!
Don't learn from past mistakes,
Greater mistakes you can make!
Use any grand failure,
To give up! In Australia,
We'll smoke our vegetables!
Get negative, all you people,
Just give up!
**** it up!
Fill your half full cup of life
with ***** have lots of strife!
Whinge, whinge, snivel, whinge,
Let's all get negative!
Self-sabotage about the ex,
Who does behave like old T-Rex,
Drop out of school,
Break every rule!
Here is my new missive!
Let's wake up negative!
Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 6:09 PM UTC
Ever since I was, Me,
This particular me
I was told;
I cried and whimpered-
I cried and Whimpered,
as I came out of womb,
still in wail, still in snivel,
I was staggered,
in utter astound, and amazement;
For absolutely no reason,
I Sniveled,
and sniveled that day,
into the madness I was in,
out of universe, into parallel whim,
I wondered,
I wondered:
Am I dead into my bones,
Where is the world, I have known,
The world, I have known for for 9 months-
or am I just a door, opened into storms,
May be it was for today, for few moments,
the Ill be gone !
Or, May be I was reincarnated into days,
of games leading to this game;
or was I just a foible,
dependent to layers,
of layers,
expanded into life's flare;
I was staggered,
in utter astound, and amazement;
For absolutely no reason,
I cried and whimpered,
as I came out of womb,
still in wail, still in snivel,
I was staggered,
in utter astound, and amazement;
For absolutely no reason,
Peace,
Peace,
Yes, Peace, all peace,
Love
Love,
Yes Love, all love,
Harmony,
Dear Harmony,
All Harmony,
Then again,
I jump down the lanes of memories,
She says,
Are you done trumping?
Aren't you late for working?
Aren't you late for life, this real life?
Then slowly,
I go mad,
By and by,
I am Mad,
into today and tomorrows,
anxious;
into emotions and fears;
.
Covered by joys and tears;
.
Eroded into feelings,
.
leading unto her being,
.
So,
it again becomes a helpless game,
where,
I cry and whimper
And there she is,
after all this while,
she seems to be in my dreams,
or in her dreams,
where she wail, and snivel !
Glued into her memories,
her eyes, to mine,
distant aero-plane into her abstain,
not much of caring,
yet, in her cosmic sharing;
repairing myself, into her un-caring,
tunneling a way, into sharing;
that love, that peace
that harmony;
Mommy,
in her tummy, had her, as baby, where a cell grew into body;
in some hide and seek, in melancholy
a bit sloppy, a bit swampy;
into dancing infinity,
along, my pace in her infinity-
my safari, in her serenity;
like some birds, singing songs,
of wordless hums,
just some gongs,
in shores, in her floor,
a flower out of spores,
her songs,
silent applause,
of this bird, who explores,
into the space-less, horizons
that thunderbolts,
B O O M
Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 2:17 PM UTC
#Kabuki monstrosities of cute
*White snivel, and children who sniffle as they walk.
The containers used for oil. Little sparrows*
**shopping-malls of Shinto reactors
tsunamis of Hello-Kitty schoolgirl ****
*Pretty, white chicks who are still not fully fledged
and look as if their clothes are too short for them*
**tiny plates of aesthetically-arranged trivialities
meaningless Engrish phrases on T-Shirts**
Last year’s paper fan. A night with a clear moon
One needs a particularly beautiful fan for some special occasion
**in herd-like apathy, they download Anime Girlfriend App
the robotic allure of the Orient defined**
*To wash one’s hair, make one’s toilet, and put on scented robes
An earthen cup. A new metal bowl. A rush mat*
cramped restaurant-bars with detailed replicas of food#
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 2:15 PM UTC
this is pointless, you know. i will not leave.
i never do. i never have. i am a constant.
i am the unifying feature. i am the unimpeachable truth.
why did you come to hear me speak;
if not to listen to what i say?
do not invite me in and then snivel for me
to leave. your pleas do not move me.
i am life. without me there is nothing.
&&. 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫¿
Jan 31, 2021
Jan 31, 2021 at 4:47 AM UTC
Can of dry leaves
On a deserted Plain
Sits easy and steady
While dust piles around you
All the same
Aghast were the ghosts
Who frollicked and moped
68 flame retardant neo-phytes
Left themselves busted
Not a nickel in sight
The road is empty
No law men around
Nothing but
The deafening shatter of sound
Plastic touches itself in front of millions
A synthesis of pure **** evil
A sliver of a far-off faint snivel
Rats red eyed and fat
Sincerely to thee
I've laid
Much better shats
May 25, 2011
May 25, 2011 at 9:15 PM UTC
Freight rumbles by
While sweat drips down
And the crackle of a speaker
Still sounds;
Echoing through the tunnel.
A body turns, fidgets, moves
And itches with the heat.
The feet they tap
And dance with boredom
Wishing *** had a seat.
A woman leaning upon a beam
Aggravated by beads from pores
Moves to take a walk, it seems,
But soon she leans some more.
Too hot to move, til a breeze is felt
Coming down the rails
A beam of light, first one than two
And not freight, but silver and blue.
The cool air flows like whiskey at a funeral
Sour, but necessary, to make it through the ride;
And you sleep through stops instead of wondering who the hell had died.
Thumbnail clippings float down the car from conversations had:
Comfy chairs, squatter’s nation, opiates, and ***** mags.
Subtle "sorry"s linger in stale air from bumps that people make
While ******* suits, stiff as cadavers, snoot and snivel of mindless drivel
And look around in shame.
Sep 25, 2013
Sep 25, 2013 at 12:57 PM UTC
help is in order -
you and i still screaming each other sick
like twin fathers. one
who wishes to surrender his church
to the rust and the other hastening
to restore it:
stone, metal and all.
many nights i
fail to tell apart one from the other,
tell apart the resurrection
from the ruin. i
and you both picking up and
at loose ends of temple rubble
and made to snivel at what
could have been.
there are pieces here we keep
that need be thrown away.
there are pieces here we leave behind
that need be kept.
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 12:07 PM UTC
In the midst of a summer day,
With the sun gleaming golden brown
I wake up to find a flickering ray,
That interferes with my thinking crown.
I'm sitting down on my bed,
And travelling to far-off harbours
I cannot think of anything else,
But just the magical grandeurs.
I've reached the Crow's shore of Ketterdam,
And am sailing for Hogsmeade
The Ferolind's joltingly reached Nottingham,
And I'm not thinking of nothing else.
The purple tulips, the marvellous castle,
All shiny on a shining day
The wind's whistles, the leave's rustle,
All make me delightful on this day.
The world seems so tiny,
From up above the blue skies
The Firebolt I'm now riding,
Seems to supress the little lies
I used to take in as a child.
Suddenly everything's so harsh,
I think I'm in the land of the White Witch
I crave for Turkish Delight so hard,
That I know not of the awaiting risk
Into the dark castle, as the daughter of eve.
I was so lost in the mysterious magical whirlwind,
I think I've travelled far, but not even a mile
When I open my eyes, I clearly see the still wind
Of dust, crime and fraudulence all in a pile
That tempts me to snivel for the fair play,
Since I'm the lost girl and the world, a treacherous display.
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 2:14 AM UTC
We wrap up warm
Avoid the outdoors
Try not to snivel
Forget our tissues
Cough in clouds of steam
Take the bus
Sit beside the radiator
Relish hot showers
Never sweat
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 3:20 PM UTC
They tell me I am a passing fancy,
that kissing the vapor of my skin is
like the ***** of sacred chambers.
They tell me I am cancer of the skin,
that my cells divide, unstoppable,
ignite the flesh at a lethal price of taste.
They whisper in my ear, sorrowful
pleas and sinful lullabies of promise;
and when tears slither acidic and sear
rosy imprints of a trail in the apples of
their cheeks,
they'll snivel and sniffle:
“But by God, I loved you.”
Despite the surly mood they often displayed,
like the tongue of silver from a metallic
taste of venom on the planes of my skin.
So, I told them I tire of synonyms of a same
word;
that loving a different person of different flesh
remains the same as long as character does not
fluctuate.
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 1:04 AM UTC
Listen to the cracks of the broken heart
of wind howling against the injustice feelings
The scented odor of emotional snivel
and the darkened dots of insecurity
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 4:23 PM UTC
Yesterday I got back
Something that made my lose
My sanity years ago
When I saw it no I didn't snivel
Nor I didn't shed a tear
It reach out and pulled me near
It was dear to me so I let
Pull me closer with no fear
Excitement started building
Their was no wrecking this
Coming out everything balled up
Anger, love, hate, these consistent
Emotions what driven me to This fate
I stand their as the walls close on me
Not knowing whether I should pull back
Or just let this be
The lasp in my thinking
Allowed them to close on me
And all what was said
Hey grandson I'm
Glad you came to see me lol
I love you grandma
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC
Here’s to my friends poetry and prose
I’ve sang your praises for many a day
you both loved me back so I suppose
until came the day I’d nothing to say
It’s crystal clear that it’s come to this
writing only two minute fluffy little crap
be this now the fate of my literary bliss
I’d be far better served by taking a nap
To continue writing nothing but drivel
would of course be a grievous mistake
so why carry on with whine and snivel
knowing too well that I need a break
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 12:28 AM UTC
i would like to cry
but i cannot
i sit and try
in this empty lot
yet i only sit and try
i never can cry
making ******* up faces
looking down at my ***** laces
it is you who I'm thinking of
it's because of you that i want to weep
to let my emotions out from love
from my eyes may this vileness seep
but it doesn't
it won't
my cheeks stay dry
my shoulders don't shake
a man who cannot cry
give me a break
who's fault is this
mine, yours or society's
who can i blame
for my anxieties
easiest to blame the man
conflicting to hate on you
hardest to look at me
i ask like an owl; who?
who, who, whose fault is it
who, who, who should i believe
the stories, the love songs
the poems and the white swans?
or the theorists and surgeons
with their chemical love versions
why then does my brain do this
be so affected by you.
its a serotonin dopamine blitz
that I'm hoping to get through
be you chemical or inured
all i wish to be heard
is my weeping, my snivel
to hold me above this drivel
of tearless boys
and heartless men
maybe, just maybe then...
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 1:25 PM UTC
If it's all
the same to you
I don't have the time
to sit on a fence
thinking you
have a clue.
Seems you don't know
what you don't know
Snivel you must
with one big
hard ******
You don't know
what to do..
You slip
and you're slim
Figure it out
I can find A rhyme
But I really don't care
Too bad you
leave your stench
everywhere.
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 2:21 AM UTC
Tell me not of no joy
For you have never faced death
Nor have you seen pitch black days
Where a black man re -wrote history books
And became the monster of all
But then again I have seen a black man change the world
I have seen the human race believe in a split second.
In a dark room I lay, tired, exhausted and fed up with life’s empty promises!
There is no sunshine at the end of the stupid rainbow
No knight in shining amour
Only the devil with blows that are beyond me
Trials that become my life, like words engraved they now define me.
If heaven does have a highway, I would love a ride
I am weary of sitting on the side
Long gone have I forsaken my pride?
I cry out, yet my snivel remains silent to the world.
What I am to do?
Even loneliness dumped me on a rainy day
I build a wall so high that it will reach space
Because then, may be, just may be… the universe might listen to my case
I now believe I am not of this generation
Never will I be driven by desperation
I gaze to the heavens for consolation
But all I receive is **** condemnation
Defeat is a feeling I have, it lies below
Beneath the plains of my pain
Surges through me like a speeding train
Takes me high and low that I feel so drained
Like a prisoner I feel suffocated, tied, clamped and so much in a chain
What the hell I am I to gain
I guess I now know the feelings of Cain
I now can say the universe is not fair
Need I not no fate nor luck
Reality just gave me a blow
Lost I remain, like a speckle of dust I mean nothing to the world
But my question to anyone out there……
What is it to be human…….
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 3:00 PM UTC