"souless" poems
Your soul is your current state of being!
The difference between a good soul and a bad soul; is how much physical and mental effort you are (((compelled))) to put in; to ease the grief and suffering of others.
There's a broad spectrum of soulful and soulless in individuals; and their capacity to empathize with other living things!
So are you a good soul and soulful? or a bad soul and souless?
A good soul benefits the world socially and strives to improve the environment for everyone including the next generation; where as shallow souls; mostly look to benefit themselves and have little regard for anything else.
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 8:26 AM UTC
Broken lines on subway walls, twisted dolls, and high noon cat calls
This is the way I see life
It is a micosm of our failed society,
with a beaten down view on stained glass, shattered on the empty church floor begging us to pray over a God that we can't see or touch.
Kneeling in front of the wooden church pews, with two bruised knees yelling out in pain our convictions into some sort of religious echo chamber of somber and remorse
So, you want us to believe in what is real or what is not!!!
What is this so called life you speak of?
It sounds like a messed up Shakespeare tragedy
A sad tragedy that surrounds every living soul like some God forsaken circus freak dressed up ********* in a clown suit
A souless tragedy that beats down the door of our hearts then shreds it into tiny pieces, only to leave it on the ***** kitchen table to rot in front of us
Yes, that so called life
Its hard to imagine what I have seen
what I touched, or what I have felt inside
I cannot explain it in simple words, it's complicated
It's more bad than good, destitute and diluted, forgotten and then deleted
It has all become a tragic piece of me
Why? Because I live it every single day, every single minute, every single second and every single breathe
So, let that sink in. Just tragic in a way, tragically distorted mindless thoughts trapped in each one of us.
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 1:08 PM UTC
here i sit, qlone and broken,
finaly my eyes are wide open,
it seems that i've been living in a dream.
my worst nightmare has come true.
the gleam in your eye is not for me,
but the destain in mine is for you.
you who con damsils in distress
with your fast talking lies, and your puppy dog eyes.
you, souless animal, monster in my disguise,
you are the one, i will forever despise.
as long as my heart goes on beating,
i will never open the doors for you,
i gave that key to somebody new,
after you toar my heart in two.
somebody amazing, who loves me,
cause i saw the light, you're nowher near a dark knight.
just an imposter, with a heart cold dark and ugly.
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 7:46 PM UTC
A confinement to the street,
I likened it to a bliss of pain.
Not extended like an overrun episode,
But the anxiety is sleepless,
When yesterday approaches,
I wrap myself in the ignorance,
Homeless, timeless,
It grows and defines,
Coarses through my fundamental
Lapses,
A boy becomes an atitude,
I wish i had these experiences in youthful insurgencies.
Its someday in the week,
I lose the raptured schedules,
To hunger is life.
To thirst is life.
The misled winter wraps itself
On my frozen life.
A faint emergence of time
Resumes,
There in the shadows
I once knew a man,
The visions of him asking to feed
My souless self.
Stretched by insistent graces,
In a road of certain contrasts,
Gentle into the street,
I laugh; the revolving doors,
I cry; what or who i never was,
A certain kind of grace to be
Within the containment,
the poor, the restless,
bleeding my facades,
Shredding the faces I once knew
Destroying my world.
Once I sat upon a throne
Lost in the decimations,
I dont know who I am.
Keep walking.
Telling myself as the night freezes
I will be just fine.
Keep walking
Telling myself in minced
Thoughts as hope flutters against
Nowhere to go.
Keep walking,
The sun rises
And blisters on my feet
Calm the night as the safety
Of day lets me rest.
I will bounce back tomorrow,
And the streets become a ripened spring fruit,
Losing myself
And the art of loss
Is no disaster,
Not unlike losing my keys,
Not unlike losing places,
Not unlike losing names,
Until i reconciled myself
At the fork of the river,
Losing myself is not an art:
The beauty was in finding who I was meant to be.
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 6:09 PM UTC
I am darkness
a souless being trapped
within a world of expectations,
where we live for nothing
aside from our need to please
whomever we deem fit to be
worth suffering for.
Death looms around every corner
sneaking and leaking through
the walls and into the cavernous slits
dug deep into the unstable barriers of my
demented, sickened, disturbed mind.
I see nothing but never-ending black space
spanning for miles in every direction
but, sometimes, a flicker of light illuminates
a single line across my path
scratching through the key holes of
the hundred of doors, always locked,
protecting the world from my wrath and
holding me hostage
until Insanity offers its hand
to lead me to my only escape.
She is light
the brightness I've seen so rarely.
Her world, one of complete coherence
where everything serves its destined purpose
a cold world I know not of
but she is always so warm
so happy
and knows nothing of
the torment caused by that
blinding, taunting ray
trespassing into my world
my darkness
my home.
Sometimes, though,
it breeds hope of a better future
where her purity and
my evil nature can collide
morphing into an electrifying New
and it can be ours, together.
Then the beam dissipates
and I am alone,
again
until my nightmares welcome me back
and devour my soul until I drown
in my own destiny.
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 11:55 AM UTC
Bullets were made music to their ears
Bad music is all I say
The loud,unrythmic music
That took 142 lives away
Those child were holding a pen
The other party were holding gun
They said "pen is powerful than gun"
There,the lives were gone
Inhumane,
Souless ,
Cruel ************ I would say
Oh ! What have they gave
And what they took away
They might not even have had a dream
That they will become something one day
Numbness everywhere
Background plays Floyd
' The child has grown
The dream is gone......
I have become comfortably numb'
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 9:06 PM UTC
only when i look through The Eyes of God am I at peace,otherwise nothing else makes sense,nothing else matters.why?there's nothing else Mathers,Marshall law we were all mislead by indoctrinated Fathers,who sought to turn us into martyrs,for entertainment only like the top five NBA starters,consumed with keeping up with the carters n catering to you haters simply by having goals that's greater,keeping faith til one glorious day Sandy comes and meets me standing in the breeze blowing trees , wind and rain set my mind at ease,caught in a storm lost in a whirlwind my head spins tilted in a dribble passing the days,still giving thanks "forever"until the day I'm carried over to the center of the suns rays...finally i see the light...yet i remain the same so many things on the brain lost,grounded,clueless;stuck like a bird in the rain.
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 12:01 PM UTC
Packed away
fr fr from a speeding bullet
a night time bmx ride to the beach and back again
and again
she's in here
too far too fearless for you to survive this warmth
i'm not souless, just a girl in love
i made me own way here
there is no taxi cab awaiting my drunken ramblin
i am good in bed
i am happy for you
i fell apart a long time ago, ago, ago
i hear YOU scream
i am not that person long ago
you all fell in love with me
and it really it was not me
i decieved you with the cut of my jib
with the line of my skin
deep beauty within
ha hahaha hahahaaaaaa
i will have you
i won't want you
i won't want you
you drunk too much
you take far too much speed to be a queen
la la laaaa la alaaaa
you don't know this but it was not me
whisper me sweet nothings
i've been hurt before,
**** it,
they are nothing compared to you
my bittersweet tears were cried when i left you there
i left myself in your bed
and i knew you would hear me
and dream of me calling your name
i am a pill you hate to swallow
some nidnight ****
you begged and borrowed
to be happy....
are you such a thing?
no methinks not
and you know i know this
and i am in love with you
so deep, so hard i have fallen
2 hours was all it took
2 months was all it took
my world exploded in your hands
you couldn;t handle me
you could not handle this....
i am a cyclone of astute proportions
too much for your shallow heart to bear
and yet i am here
too much far gone
i am her shadow
the beat of her drum
the second glance of her dance moves
she looks at me...
and i can not look away
i knew before i met her
i knew when she got in the car
i knew before i met her
and **** me....
thats all i have to say
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 6:32 PM UTC
I am embarrassed to say
that I fell head over heels
for a psychopath.
This girl had a smile that melted my heart
and a knife that stabbed me in the back.
She had warm lips that kissed me
And sharp teeth that bit me.
Did I mention that she was nuts?
She was a sociopathic, multible peraonalitied, souless harlot
who ****** out my soul and **** me out.
....but she was pretty though
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 11:24 PM UTC
DECADENCE PERVERSE
July 9, 2003 – Walton on Thames, Surrey
Everyone talks
And experiences
And experiments
And gets confused
Depressed
And anxious
People fearful
With multiple ****** partners
While a baby is alone
Crying nowhere
As people smoke their drugs
And laugh
And they start to go
Nowhere
Some doing business
And living out empty lives
In a souless planet
Christ!
I am really surprised by all of you people
Asking and questioning the same questions
Again and again and more
“Is there life out there?”
“Is there life in this universe?”
“Are we all alone?”
You keep on repeating your questions
And I ask you:
“Is there any life here on earth?”
I see a young girl suffering from torment
And hearing sorrow
Being riddled throughout her fragile mind
Is this, then, your civilization?
People!
You gamblers and prostitutes
Fraudsters and women beaters
Compulsive liars and addicts
Rich criminals, poor criminals
Slithering through your pointless slimy days
That we all know where it’s all ending
Christ!
But one baby’s life
Is never pointless!
I tell you so..
Dec 23, 2009
Dec 23, 2009 at 6:55 AM UTC
A sneaking suspicion of pompous protrution
A glimmering splint of carnivorous contempt
We bleed here for the city that eats us alive
kids with lost souls and fashion beneath which they hide
A souless confusion
puppet masters beyond this illusion
The tables have turned and the kids turn back.
Relying on pineal secretions or atleast drug induced apartheid to set them back on track
A concrete master ruled by rubber slaves so much evidence and yet so little dismay
**** the clock before it clocks you out
Your empty shallow lives only reflecting the smell of sweat your bodies do not wish to confide
Alone in a plastic prison without a scent of discontent for the blood that stagnates inside
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 3:05 PM UTC
I really wanna write pretty ****
Like about birds singing at night
or the tired steps of the one Mexican maid
as she passes by my house before and after work
I want to write pretty ****
About my mother’s resilience
Her words of encouragement
And the sound of defeat in her “mijo no tengo ni pa’ la leche”
I want to write pretty **** academic **** deep ****
About beautiful man of color
Trying to be anything but black or brown
Girlfriends claiming their white side
The silencing of accented voices
I am dying to write pretty ****
I want to write about her big *** eyelashes
And her fierce makeup
And how her face was flawless when they found her laying there
In a poodle of blood
Why would anyone **** someone so pretty?
It’s as if they hated pretty ****
Like the color of brown and black skin
And green trees and ****
Why do they like to **** pretty ****
Like spirituality and native languages?
And they give nobel peace prizes to ****** up institutions with ****** up policies that push people to desperation, bomb them, starve them, and at the end blame them,
They like to blame pretty **** too
I want to write pretty ****
Like waking up to the bright sun
And driving by the day laborers at home depot
Some of them look so hopeful, and some of them so defeated
Some of them sleep beneath the little tree on the parking lot
Why do you illegalize pretty people?
Ain’t freedom pretty and injustice ugly?
Then why don’t we write about justice and ****
About the caribou not having to be fenced
And native land returned to indigenous peoples
Why don’t we claim our inner beauty
And recycle all them ****** up magazines filled with cropped bodies treated as money, souless bodies,
The fashion industry is ugly
And why don’t obama talk about pretty ****
Like reparations and wealth redistribution
And getting rid of Deportations, Deportations that’s some ugly ****
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 3:19 AM UTC
I can smell their cowardly fear
their frantic desperation is palpable
they stink frustration and boiling envy
their lies, scams and foul smears unravelling
coercised crowd seeing them for the scums they are
they garner contempt hidden for fear of not belonging
a lot afraid to tell them they no longer buy into their mischief
behind their wicked backs the immigrants are disgusted and sick
sick of their characters, their indulgences and their empty arrogance
The immigrants know it's all racist hatred
they now know the poor man did nothing wrong
know how pathetic and sick these wanton devils are
know these spoilt ignorant rabbles are souless juveniles saps
laugh at them behind closed doors amongst themselves silently
while pathetic thieves and ****** associates boast of their power
power of cowards and scums and workshy semi-illiterates sad fools
resenting success and hard working people who put in the hard graft
jokers and fantasists too stupid to really see what's happening in light
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 10:25 AM UTC
This time around I am not.
what i was back then.
for all of you that knew me
my madness was my test
i cannot tell you much has changed
but i can say now how far i will not go
into the dark of my mind
i choose to leave alone
my feelings once where strong.
now fading into a mist
of rain that doesnt nourish much
gracing the earth with its non existence
i cannot take this place.
the human race is dead.
they fall from trees like burning leaves,
never to blossom again.
**** you all for not trying
when all i do is mourn
not just for me but for everything
you will never know what its like to carry
the weight of it all.
and why would i want things to be different
it’s a fight that never ends
find myself in someones arms
their hollow little limbs.
wishing they could be more like me,
is something too strong to wish.
they ****** their uncertain ways
across my trampled body.
fine, go **** yourself.
or better yet some souless body.
because that will satisfy your thirst
will fill the void within,
I am sorry I could not cut it.
although i know i tried
somehow i didn’t see
this is all some game to you,
why the **** would I want to win.
for it is I who cannot fit
within these confines no one else sees
go find yourself, your victim,
to play mind games with.
i have all the cheats for life..
but it’s no fun when you’re the only one
no fun when no one can see
that life is one mold-able piece of clay
if you dont care then why should i
it seems to me that life is good, it’s grand, it’s great
but when no one see’s it as you do
it can feel pretty empty.
so once again a paradox of contradictions cloud my mind
time is running out and i no longer care.
despair is something i now welcome
why close the door on fear?
i will invite you in, please drink this sin
and be happy that we are here.
Jan 6, 2013
Jan 6, 2013 at 8:34 PM UTC
I dreamt that I'd awoken in my house
But all was not the same, was not as it should
be
There was a strangeness to things, an
unfamiliarity
Myself too, I felt different, felt very small like
a little child (like I'd been shrunk somehow),
Felt very vulnerable and exposed, without
support, all alone
As I stood there in the hall, the shadows
falling about me
I could see that it was still dark outside
It was very quiet and there was this big full
moon shining,
Down by the road, at my gate, I could see that
there was a car or van parked
As I watched, suddenly I heard the sound of doors opening and then being slammed shut
Then I saw these two dark figures emerging, proceeding up the driveway toward my
house
A terrible fear gripped me, I felt a great
danger approaching
These two men, these shadowy figures
They meant no good, of that I was sure
They were unwanted, coming at this crazy
hour,
Standing there in the shadows, all I knew
was they mustn't see me
If they saw me I knew I was lost,
It was then that I noticed the inside door, it
wasn't locked
So I got down and on all fours started to crawl across the floor (so I wouldn't be seen)
But it was hard, so hard, my limbs they were
so slow, so heavy
They would hardly obey me... I could hardly
drag
What was wrong... what was wrong with
me!!! I thought,
Through sheer force of will I finally made it
And reaching my hand up I turned the ****
that would lock the door
I heaved a sigh of relief and lay back against
the now locked door
It was only then that I noticed another
bedroom door was ajar
If they stood outside the bedroom window
they'd be able to see a bit into the hall
But I realized, it was too late... too late now
They'd probably be at the window by now
And they'd be bound to see me trying to close
the door
They'd be standing there right now with their
cold sharp impassive faces
Dripping cruelty and menace
Staring in, souless like mannequins
Their icy looks that'd freeze your soul
Like a Medusa turn you to stone.
So I could only sit there listening...listening
with my back to the inside door
Afraid almost to breathe
Just listening for the next sound
The next thing to happen.
Oct 27, 2022
Oct 27, 2022 at 6:26 PM UTC
With this life
With this sorrow
With this anger
With this hatred
With this self-pity
Im done with it all
I dont want to live anymore
Nothing left to see
My aching bones
Rusty and crumbling now
Cant your god just let me die
And fade into the background of a fleeting memory
Im done with it all
Tired of trying to please
All these arrogant people
Who continue to think
They know anything about me
But they only know my name
Im done with it all
Trying to acccomplish something
Thats better off as a dream
But whats the point of giving up now
When Im so close to obtaining it
**** it Im done for the last time
You pushed and pushed
I was the one who fell
You werent the one
Trying to face their fears
Standing alone in the middle of a road
Wondering which direction to go
Im done with it all
Sick and tired of waking from nightmares
Wondering if everytime I wake
If its all just a never ending dream
Trying to find something to believe in
Only finding a finger given by the heavens
Im done with it all
Trying to find a place to call home
Only finding an empty house
With people souless and uncaring
Quick to turn thier back
Not even trying to embrace a son
Do you hear me world
Im done trying to please you
Trying to find my place
So Im going to dig my grave
And watch you beg me
Not to end all of this
Watch me now world
Take this dusty 45
And this rusty blade
Curl up at the bottom of a bottle
And live free one last time
Before I bleed this life out
Do you feel like
You would be better off without me
Im done asking unaswerable questions
You wouldnt tell me
Even if you had the answer
So I will say goodnight and goodbye
I wont miss it at all
Hear me now
Under the ringing off a 45
Im done straining my voice
Going horse from over worked muscles
One last time I will say IM DONE!!!!
Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 9:01 PM UTC
Surrender this dusty heart of mine
I have chased the height of my beliefs
As my lips have been colored purple
I exposed my sharp scars
Capturing spirits in my pockets
Years of a souless sound
Battles against a noose
My mind has begun to decease
Bottles pose as my friends
The artillery of this difficult fight
As I sleep on the currents of frozen ground
Perching on the plank
Crimson blood in the air
The ocean of brick bones that fade
Fighting this war in vain
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 8:45 PM UTC
red
yellow
green
the lights flash
dully
on the quiet serenity of
the streets
the sea
of darkness on the
midnight scene
sad eyes
hide amongst the trees
waiting
those eyes
do not draw attention
they seek no gratification
they wish
to be forgotten under
those forsaken willows
these pale
sad spheres
brighten one time
a day
age will come
their time will
fade
they sing souless
songs
like lost silver lilies
in the koi ponds
red
yellow
green
another day dawns again
no hope no more feelings
a troubled world
remains until the very end
(shåi)
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 12:43 PM UTC
life
Our death does not crawl
it chases mercilessly
fountain of youth lied
posessions
my fields, my mountains
mine mine mine See all touch nothing
my souless kingdom
lust
taste won't quench desire
heat stains ***** like red cedar
blood stains innocence
Longing
A rose kissed by dew
Unless living in love's eyes
no life has meaning
Pinnacle
to be the best rose
one must smooth the thorns,stand tall
bloom and block the sun
demented
Dark lips and eyes shine
dark thoughts meld with needs afire
ever in death held.
Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 12:54 AM UTC
I tempestously glanced at your
black, cruel soul
where I no longer
found devotion and grace.
You bit your lips with excitement
and pulled me close to you
using a lace.
I thought you were a work
of art but you made
crooked lines appear on my
heart.
You looked at me with lust
in your eyes and I mistook
it for love.
All you ever wanted to do was
set my body on fire using your
lighter and all I ever wanted
was to love each other so
hard that our atoms get blown
in the form of dust back to the
place from where we came.
But you had other filty things
on your mind that made
me wonder if you were
worth my time.
Your hoodie that once smelt
like your cologne started giving
out a foul smell just like your
nasty soul.
Poor you, you thought that I
was devastated when
your mask fell on the ground
but little did you know I had
already detached you from
my body because you had
turned my body into
a souless
vessel.
You thought that you could
design my catastrophe and tear
my skin apart with your envious
words but I was too strong
and determined to be defeated.
I once thought you had a celestial
mind and an angelic heart but
I didn't realize that you were
pouring salt on my cuts.
I am closing this atrocious
chapter forever and turning
the page because it's easier
to let you go than holding
on to you .
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 7:21 AM UTC
Hate so pure it scortches the ground
as I walk this dark, lonely road
The shadows feel my presence
and demons quake at the sight
Satan is to afraid to claim this wretched child
for it it more powerful than he
The Hate is pulsing through my veins
what has humanity done to me
a monster I have become
feared by everyone, wanted by none
forever cursed to walk alone
heartless, souless, I carry on
I am glad you fear me...
I am glad you hate me...
it shows me who I really am
an outcast, a misfit. untrusted, unloved
Only one has shown me kindness
then she to turned and joined the crowd
*A scepticle, they point and they stare,
but afraid they are to meet my gaze.
Am I as vile as they say, a creature so
crule that they fear him more than the
devil himself. the proof is in your faces
and if it is all true, then I am more than
happy to say Welcome To Hell *
Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 10:56 AM UTC
Packed cars,
With the dust trailed by rain,
Serenades only heard by the souless,
Spirits speaks of feelings unknown,
There's love and uncertainty in the air,
Excitement with exit wounds bleeding
Airs of nostalgic performances,
Reflections of sunsets on buildings
I'll never know the name of,
Even if I pass by it a thousand more times,
Windy destruction keeps its arms open to beauty,
While this train car creeps through the solitude,
Indescribable feelings,
So poets take to the streets,
With musicians creating soundtrack muses
And my stop is down the line.
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 10:19 PM UTC
*Man up Jack,
Stand there bold and up front,
Knot it, knot it one last knot.
Tie that rope, of an endless shameful hope.
Don't you see Jack?
They fear this obsolescent rope,
Considering it a tragic symbole, yet you do not?
For us, it is a way to cope.
Or shall I say a way to escape?
Allas, reasoning death is barren.
It is getting tight...
Jack... Jack! You are already gone,
Breathless, souless corpse you are thereon.*
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
My heart left my body,
As the axe of anger,
A tool brandished blood red,
Did cut off my head!
It was placed on a table with
writer's ink and paper.
A heartless head
ready to make
hurtful verses.
Words flowed from a place
My heart no longer dwelled.
The axeman tore out my heart with
a ***** fist,
Chucked it onto the stone.
My swollen eyes glanced at the
****** ***** -
Bleeding to death on the floor,
Hearty blood that echoed your name.
Without Heart,
I created words of revenge.
The dark creating spiteful spoken lyrics
Into spiteful words
on paper heading for you.
It had an evil style.
A mocking tone.
My mouth and the floating pen cried-
**** YOU!
While my torn heart raged at its
absurdity.
It was too late.
I was executed as heartless.
Lying near death.
Gentle hands wipe my tears.
A sewer's stich patching up
my mutations.
I am frozen,
Alone in the dark.
A just punishment.
I realise now, the black ink
Was as black as evil itself.
My souless state has turned
Love into Hate.
It has ruined me.
I want to tear out the stitches.
Show the whole world my ******
up mutations!!
I deserve to die.
For I would rather be dead
Than have lost your love.
The loss I caused with my body
that was
without heart.....
**** myself.
I truly did.
I wish I could undo time.
But I am only human.
One who does not fight to keep her heart.
Her soul.
Her memories.
One who turns anger into words.
Words into the end.
Fini
Jan 30, 2010
Jan 30, 2010 at 10:33 AM UTC