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Cunning Linguist Nov 2013
Hella business
Got hella *******
Poppin double bottles
With a couple of mistresses
Stellar mistreatment
Here's the key
Lock em in the cellar
Forever their memory lies
But a troubling mystery

Hysteria erupting
Like waves gushing
From the tip of my *****
My genius is better
I'm the King here's my scepter
Now watch the teeth
You worthless Queen
Or I'll stifle them screams

I **** ******* on trampolines
Motion sickness?
Overdose on Dramamine

Slave to the magnitude
Of my impressive **** munching
Exploring deplorable nether-regions galore;
Can't touch me you got nothing
Broke *******
Grind your brain like morning coffee beans

Shame is a word just outside the boundaries
of my fabulous vocabulary

Oh, am I contrite?
How trifling
Check my charm I'm enlightening
Enigmatic and igniting sporadically like lightning
Magically radical voyaging down
                                                           down
                                                  down the rabbit's hole
Inciting excited riots to light fires spark fuses and chew on live wires
You do not frighten me.
Delivering excruciating asphyxiation to every pwn'd n00b
Is my modus operandi
And this is my magnum opus

I have Tourette's

Conceive these merriments of abhorrent mental abortions
Precisely concise and incisive concocting incoherent comatose monstrosities to flatten your lifelines
Conduct these ensembles of debauchery and narcotics -
I'm fascinating;
Crippling your mind like a lobotomy and tripping the light fantastic through bombarding planes of consciousness
I'm on acid thraxXx'd the **** OUT and faded
Levitating fading and oscillating in time while inflating my ego

But lets be realistic
the caliber of my linguistics is intrinsically aesthetic
but none too altruistic
Untrue!
Be reasonable lest I demand be-headings on grounds of treason
Its not hard for me -
It's profound, the sound of suffering;
I'll swallow your soul
'Tis the season!

Inference for instance -
****-hand upturned to oceans of incessant peasants
Pestering to ****** and fluster your festering ****-hole
Exact my revenge; begin phase mayhem
initiating total brain annihilation
interring bodies posthaste with skilled persistence
And sporting in poor taste
RESISTANCE IS FUTILE

You who peers through eye of the pyramid-
Would you be so kind as to interpret my footprint at face-value?
Do you take me for a fool yet seek prophets reaping profits?
Listen to them sleep, baaah-ing away like flocks of little sheep
My hearts not on my sleeve but I have a trick or two up there;

Now bow before my marvelous flow
As I behold my throne whilst throwing bows and exposing hoes.
Sjr1000 Feb 2014
Breaking out
in
Bojangle
dances
in
the most inappropriate
places.
Cunning Linguist Aug 2015
Through a crowd
of homeless Vietnam war vets
Betcha I'm textin looking for more ***
From ****** galore
Open the back door and explore

Wreck that ***** (then I'm on to the next)
Next level ****, I'm on one at best
Deftly slip a little in your sister's sip
Now I'm caressing her *******
Hoping and praying my conquest ends with ******!
Yes, I confess I'm grotesque,
but I have finesse
I play that ***** like a game of chess

Bare witness -
I only ***** with the fattest of *******
Robbed a ******'s V-card
Now I'm charged with theft

I'm possessed and I have Tourette's
Ingested some drugs at the playground
Now I'm getting undressed
Digest my suggestive rhymes
I'm just a poor kid repressed
Manifest my pervertedness
My mind is a mess,
a nest
of enmeshed ******

And I obsess for excesses of distastefulness

It's disgraceful
My biracial angel
When I go directly from **** to ******
- In the blink of an eye
My *** game is fatal
Robbing the cradle & writing fables simultaneously
Screaming banzai!
Whilst I swan dive
straight into your ***** hole
& disable it

I'm insatiable,
Your mind is impregnable
Cause the impeccable mental images
I paint aren't erasable
Incomprehensible and intangible
Yet undeniable, I'm a despicable imbecile
Gazing in the peephole
Took a blindfolded stroll
down ***** lane and I'm on patrol
for an ocean of blowholes hundredfold

At the club so I dropped a bunch of Ecstasy
Take my shirt off so the ******* can all laugh at me
Tryna get the best of me
So I spite them out of jealousy
And absently drift away
through my mind to pornographic fantasy
My rhapsodic masterpiece
A mental form of ******
Getting busy in the squishy
til I'm dizzy in the hizzy
Swag, I do it valiantly

Turn it up this my jam
~Little ditty, bout jackin Diane~
Still a pity, too bad she's a man
Greasy ***** slap your eggs on my ham
If you'd prefer,
I might lend you a hand
Ram bam
bite the pillow I'm coming in dry
Don't be shy
Turn down for why
Either way have you in chains
by the end of the night

I'm a nemesis
***** slapping feminists
For emphasis
Hit em with a left fist
catching equal rights and ****
Yes I reek of cannabis
Can't handle bars I spit
Snide *******,
blame it on my pride and prejudice... ugh

I'm just a ******* egotist
An unrepentant hedonist
Check out Cunning Linguist
He da hypnotistic lyricist
This is my hypothesis
Maybe I'm just a nihilist
Detonating bombs
Catch me on the terrorist watchlist
Yes my words are devastating
But in your mind are resonating
Penetrating brains til it all begins disintegrating

I'm plastered
Falling over backwards
Mental state is fractured
Now watch me while I stagger
Tell your mother run for cover
Finna kidnap her


Pop pop
Got this **** on lock
Seeing double vision
Catch me jizzin in my sock

Steady speaking nonsense
Nearly unconscious
Bailing from the cops man
Too much Dwayne Johnson
***** have the nerve to call me obtuse
I be that Mr. got ***** the size of grapefruits
Brandon Aug 2012
There's an energy in me dying to get out

Stretching aching
Pulling and prodding 
my skin in all different directions

Scratching clawing
Ripping and tearing 
it's way out 

Trying to find a balance to ease itself

My fingers twitch and roll
My shoulder blades shudder in ache
My head knocks 
My knees tremble 
My feet stomp
My face contorts

Curling my lips into a grimace
Rolling my eyes into darkness
Nose twitches like a **** addict

Trying to find a balance to ease itself

My voice gets hung up
Caught up on words I can't say
Or words I've just heard

Rolling around on the tip of my tongue
Like glass cutting its words into the back of my teeth

There's an energy in me dying to get out
Auroleus Aug 2012
Babies in the microwave
Babies in the oven
Babies in a shallow grave
Babies need your lovin'

Babies smoking cigarettes
Babies cursing with tourette's
Babies in the garbage can
Babies on the ceiling fan

Babies reading Dostoevsky
Babies cruising on a jet ski
Babies naked on the beach
Babies fuzzy like a peach

Babies crying cuz you hurt them
Babies take it cuz they must
Babies lying cuz you hurt them
Babies I will never trust

Babies all of us once were
Babies drooling on the fur
Babies in the soup we stir
Babies life is all a blur.
Mateuš Conrad May 2020
an entire day of abstaining from "syringe",
whoever said it was:
the perfect dis-satisfaction -
supposedly it passes as quick as someone
puffing on crack...
                well...
                      the first cigarette...
when "quitting"... after years of 20 a day...
and this quitting: because no cheap
ciagarettes on the horizon from moldova...
or bulgaria...

    the first hit... feels like electricity...
i can feel it from my head...
right down to my toes...
          in my heels...
the tingling at first... then it all subsides...
into a sensation of a thrown stone
into the stomach:
like a nun jumping a bungee...
i feel like a teenager... who first sipped
alcohol...
the carousel of intoxication -
yet: so contained...
        there's the thrill and an
insurmountable number of adjectives
to the sensation:
face like a sponge head like blitzkrieg
theatre...
         i'm "quitting"...
well... 10 years exposed to the numbing...
perfect the ritual:
i guess i must...
    how long will it last... long enough:
to base the drinking on what becomes
the cigarette: on the peripheries:
and closure...

must i take any more revelation drugs...
apart from what's taxed and legal...
a solipsistic cigarette and some
gomme syrope: putting ms. amber
into the refrigerator...
              
i can feel the horde the tsunami from
a fat head through
a whirlwind dropped into my stomach...
and then the magic toes: tingling...
of course: i'm "quitting"...
quitting as much as...
mellow lou reed contra iggy pop
when bowie was with him in berlin...

"quitting"... the initial hit is over...
the first impressions...
the formality is thrilling...
then comes the diffusion:
the informality of fractions and percentages...
from the brain... the nerves...
perhaps the heart...
and the last place to look into:
the liver...

         and other... soft-tissue glue parts...
and the ritual:
a packet of benson & hedges...
wrapped up with about 10 rubber bands...
it has been waiting for me
for the entire day...
and now that the night is here...
a day when an apple tree was planted
along with a cherry tree...

the garden is looking more and more
presentable for sale...
but before the sale: it must be enjoyed...
i never thought that...
a cigarette: after... this short prospect
of abstinance...
is almost like the first...
but when coupled with the whiskey...
hell... i can't remember the last
time i drank and it felt like...
i was a teenager: under-age drinking
in one of those ****** clubs that
high-school girls go to find boys
with cars... out of school without
a-levels...
and boys go... to find... ms. ambers...
and jazzy gits of mr. fuzzy mr. funny...
the bavarian brothers: the weisers...

please! please! more...
these days of "quitting"...
             because what could be fun
about an absolute cold-turkey...
when you have a stash of...
  600 cigarettes... and... if the math is
about right...
and since the free movement of
people is a rapunzel dream off-the-cuff...

600 cigarettes... if i get it right...
move from 2 per ritual of going to bed...
into 1... that's... either a year
with missing 56 days somewhere...
no rolling tobacco though...
look m'ah! no bongs no syringes!
look p'ah! no snorting bleeding nose...
no... plum bruises from...

as long as there's an inhibition period...
a period of: i wish i could send
a postcard from... Basildon, Essex...
to... someone obliterated by a craze-maze
of lights... like... whatever...

i just heard stories...
                  about the effects of other drugs...
but... it's not like they come back...
with straitjackets to rekindle old flames
of "crossing the threshold" within
the confines of tobacco and alcohol...
moderately: well: not to quote the ideal
units consumed...
     i'm pretty sure i read some pickwick papers
today and... dickens "forgot" some...
conjunction words...
unless of course: his style...
                    -open            
                          to question-
                        esp. adjectives that...
or is it... nouns that act like this that and the other:
as if verbs...
            
    roughly half an hour... the full extent of
a cigarette...
the very first is probably the same
as the "very first" when you're "quitting"...
from circa 20 per day...
to 2-a-day...
                      "quitting" and first getting
hooked...
           the whiskers and fire fathers
                                   of the apache
              are a balancing act that follows...
oh sure... i'll quit smoking...
when the ritual is over...
i have left the casual smoker behind...
somewhere... over coffee...
over the tradition of that cigarette after
a meal: the digestifs smoke-up...
i left these smokers behind...
the nervous smokers...
the waiting at a bus-stop smokers...
the after *** smokers...

          the day is coming to an end...
i'm going to enjoy some music...
drink a little... i'll start calling this smoking
cigarette pattern... what? what else?!
my tobacco ramadam!
chances are... i'll still be unable
to appreciate roxy music...
   and the english dandy...
                       the music is here...
the little bit of *****... and the "pipe"!
here comes my face...
here comes the zoo...
            
             but i'm quitting... "quitting"...
the wolf of wall st. -
                      drug addict... that all depends
on how you treat tobacco...
the cigarette... abstaining for a day...
after a "hiatus" from healthy breathing...
viruses and car zinc and lead exhausts...
cow farts...
                  
    a terrible way to treat tobacco...
i find... is the casual... informal way...
a bit like... internet access...
whoever grew up with it being stationary...
like... a telephone... or a phonebox...
it was never carried:
always a returned to:
like a swizz safety-deposit box
in a bank... that could...
bypass tax regulations and subpoenas...

the good old days...
saturdays the park... the high street...
the car park... climbing to the top
and spitting phlegm bombs at people...
peter ******* richardson...
and kieran o'mahoney...
samuel richards...
         a ****** among the irish...
in england...
then again: richardson...
eh...
                                   ascot?
      i.e. a shcoot?!
                    the break between my first
ritual cigarette...
         and my closing affair for the night...
whether i drink less or not...
in the middle of the night
i wake up on the floor...
         i sleep on the floor for about
an hour... two demons want to ****
in my bed... then i'm thrown back into
the bed of cushions and mattress...
  only yesterday i killed someone in my dream...
and i was... like the zodiac killer...
anonymous...
i heard hook & sinker teases of:
the crime scene read like a crime thriller...
to appease the ego...

two days running thrown out of bed...
this is a terribly composed...
it is... "quarantine" poetics...
i'm "quitting" smoking...
                   i'm making tobacco...
i'm giving tobacco ritual rites...
                   no lazy tobacco smoking...
end of the day... ms. amber in hand...
maxing out on 2!
the next two? the next day...
              the same packet of cigarettes...
2 inside with a lighter...
wrapped up using about 10 rubber bands...
a like-for-like replica of
pin-heads "tattoo geography"...

       yes... because... someone's nearing
the snorting olympics?!
           if all you were given...
was tobacco and alcohol...
             the first one... oh! mein! gott!
it feels like being a teenager... once more...
and experiencing the alcohol carousel
for the very first time...
tobacco? that came later...
after the alcohol... after the ****...
the **** came in age 21...
the tobacco came in... age 21.09...
whatever that implies...

                      it's nice... though...
absitance... you wait for the entire day...
by the of it... some variant of... tourette's kicks
in... it's all very nice asking for
cupcakes and bagels...
scones and daffodils:
or... suicide by: lily-of-the-valley...
i.e. room filled with them...
and no ventilation...
talk about... no hanging... projects...
of Seneca cutting wrists in a bath...
just... getting drunk...
and being allowed to fall asleep
in a vacuous room filled with
lily-of-the-valley bouquets...

             we can talk about suicide... no?
when... it's... beautiful? no? ha!
how was the hemlock... prescribed?
as a drink?
             i... it's almost irritating that...
i will not write anything more sensible
after i take the 2 cigarette to the grave of sleep...
no matter...
i wasn't hoping to invest in much:
today gave me enough.
Chanise Nov 2021
Tourette’s
uncontrollable
loud inside stares from outside
Suffering from inflated embarrassment and shame
Unknown, only known by me
suppressed until I cannot anymore
I am not my tics, but they are in me
they follow me, poke me jabbing to be included in my life
sudden, and uncomfortable they feel extreme
I blink excessively to shrug off the tickle in my brain
My shoulder seizes and jerks back in forth up and down
With no warning, I start to yell or grunt, scared of my excessive tics
I cry afterwards full of shame and misery
Hands start to flail as I rock back and forth
back and forth back and forth, I’m okay I am going to be okay
Comfort in the uncomfortable knowing my secret that cannot be exposed in my own company
but what about when there are others around me,
I hope no one noticed and I feel like a failure once again
I suppress when others are around and free my spirit when alone
I look at myself and my face contorts until it feels correct and the tics are over
Until next time I feel the uncontrollable
nonstop
smothering
repressed
constraint of my tics
Ayeshah Mar 2010
What gives you the right to

judge me,

criticism wasn't asked

so why you

open your mouth,

What's your prerequisite

to make assumption's

& judgments-

Constructive criticism

my ***,

My

ADHD

PT-SD

Dyslexia Anxiety

& dealings with you

caused me a break down,

got me

chronically depressed,

You say you only

want the best for me,

Well shut up & let me be!

pill popping just so my E.E.D.

(Emitted explosive disorder)

wont cause me

to become

sentience

with life

new labels

would say

******

if you keep bothering me

I ain't stupid-

So stop talking down to me

Im not illiterate

******* I read

So let me be

No I don't have TS

(tourette syndrome)

I ******* cuss

cuz I wanna

so shut the hell up

I know right from wrong

I'm no psychopath

Then again

I just might be since

I could give a flying ****

about you

weather you live or die

I wouldn't cry.

Your making it harder

for ya self not me just go way

Doc

Do ya got **** Job,

I don't want to talk anymore

My past is where I left it

Behind me

You deal with it

Cuz

I already did & do

For you that

call your selves

wanting to help....

My OCD

(Obsessive-compulsive disorder)

is personal  

So what if I wash

my hands& ***

3 or more times

I'm not stupid
or deaf

I have

Selective Hearing

Nor am I *******.....

that's how

I say hello

with my *******

I told you,

I'm not *******.....


***** I'm Special!

Always Me Ayeshah
Copyright
© Ayeshah K.C.L.N 1977-Present YEAR(s)
All right reserved
Veronica Ingram Jan 2020
Ted
I have Tourette’s. But my Tourette’s isn’t me. It is an entirely separate entity that takes over my body with no warning or reason. This entity is named Ted. Ted the tic. Ted is rude. He tends to turn up without an invite and then outstays his welcome . Ted doesn’t have a filter. He doesn’t know when enough is enough. When he’s exhausted me and should probably back down. But Ted doesn’t care.
I am stronger than Ted. He’s actually very weak you see. He acts as though he’s far stronger, and sometimes I start to believe him. But then I remember that he doesn’t control nor define me. However, I’m stuck with Ted for the long run. Almost like family, but that really annoying aunt that won’t back off, yah know? Ted won’t win, I will.

- VI -
SassyJ May 2016
You are ******* amazing! Great to hear from you so soon! Even better to grasp a part of your humanly self. It’s ******* amazing! It makes me feel like a ******* human! All ****** up in this existence!

Of relationships
I sail in an electric and magical connection one that never radiates. The dreams we had are not impossible.... not plausible. Let me draw the graph for you. The pie charts aced in cycles….. an assortement on the menu. Yet with you, there is a need to sit on your wing and soar above the skies a high. A part of me wished and wished. I feel this place with you is not only a mind **** but a **** ****.  On humanly reality lets jump on the coyote and feel the essence and touch the dreams. Welcome to the memoirs of  my voidness and shitness.

Relationships **** with a responsibility and expectations we lay on another human being. Yet, I smell your scent and forget to sneeze.I drawn to you as a bee is to a pollen. You are wow, a soul that wakes the goddess. I am truly hooked to this journey you traced.... **** ME!

Of Consumption
Your consumption makes you look like a narcissist. That elongated padlock you hang on the door.What in the world makes you think that I can’t understand you? Yet when one meet another like one, life changes dramatically. A heightened feeling of belonging. I lay enchanted by the ecstatic energy that is  over and ever-rising ..... am I ****** up or what? I shine your light, our light.Are you an angel or just a sheep with the devil's eye?The universe happenings HUH!

Of you
Cry the ******* tears and never stop being you. You are you. There is no need of sugar coating or hiding your existence, your uniqueness. Masking your concrete and your vulnerabilities.Roll your **** and I will get soaked in mine, keep the sinking quarry to yourself. Root oneself as the ******* string evokes.

Of Pain... *******!
No one ever planned for the hurt..... it's **** and it's life. **** the ache…… embrace the joy of the universe. Life in it's intricacies is a mystery. Then I am like ****…. Society tells us that one needs to be owned but I reject that notion…. Totally. Thanks for the openness! The warmest escape and embrace by a stranger. Somedays my logic ticks and ticks, then the doubt preys. I question the stream of differences. We creep as we fill the lines..... love and transmute!

...So Long....
What am I doing here acting like a baby who needs ***** changing….. **** this typing Tourette’s.  ****! The warrior hearts will fight through. The love they found, the visions stormed, the wall and obstacles we face. Keep shining the light as if a heaven guardian. The love is in the patterns, the dreams.... Be sure that this love will be hidden in a sacred place! Get a grip because I will always ******* love you...... *******!

Just fly and *******,
J
Vernon Waring Jul 2015
the attention deficit hyperactivity disorder
poem
is a strange animal

with lines
monosyllabically
short
and then
perilously   freakishly    faulknerically
long
but not to worry

the trick is to ***** around
with the readers' heads a bit
let them wonder
   what's going on
get them used to
   obnoxious departures
   sudden jolts
      of expression
   devious detours into
     obscenity, indecency

these are the
tourette's moments
of a poet's creative life:
a move to keep those with the
attention span of an infant gnat
awake  alive  responsive

some may expect poetry
to take them down
safe  bland  routes:
         a snowfall enhanced by red robins
         perched on a rustic fence

         a lake with canoeing lovers cooing
         in a shimmering moment
          
         heartfelt elegies
         quaint quatrains
         hip haikus

but can these images
really keep you entranced?

well, can they?

it isn't like i didn't warn you
or the horse you rode in on
Cody Edwards Mar 2010
"This s.o.b. has got Tourette's.
Who knows what he might say? We'd better
Get him under before he rises.
Sterilize something fast!"

I'm awake for the time being. When sleep comes
I shall play the perfect display of my bacillus. Reposing
On the white table like a necrotic pieta. Off to my
Left I can hear those touchstones spinning in fine sockets,
Sterilizing my hands by binding my feet. Soon I will be
A paragon of grunting celluloid, clutched at by
Heated hearts to wrinkle and shear.
I can already taste the cleanser.

Rubber foam, steel clamp and tongue depressor.
Excise the black portions with a serrated life,
You might as well. Because it doesn't matter
How much morphine sits in the delirium drip.
I'm still alive: the crush and blink in Boris Karloff eyes.

When I gather up my self in the morning.
I will be instructed to take all Ten a day
And check in regularly. Despite the cold,
Despite the heat, the embryo has quite failed.
© Cody Edwards 2010
Veronica Ingram Dec 2019
I’m at this party, but I’ve gone to hide.
I don’t know why I can’t handle these sort of social situations but they just make me panic.
I’m shaking
I feel some sort of social pressure I suppose
Makes my tics get bad
Every time I go to parties I end up hiding somewhere
At least this house is big
Plenty of places to hide

- VI -
Allen Wilbert Dec 2013
Doc Allen

Hello nurse, how does our day look,
pretty busy Doctor Allen.
Well send me in the first patient,
hello Mr. Davis, how may I help you,
well doc, I have a problem getting a *******.
Well sir you have Erectile Dysfunction,
or better know as impotence.
I will write you a prescription for ******,
try them for a week, if they don't work,
have your wife come in and I will satisfy her needs.
Next patient, Nurse Lucy,
His name is well we don't know he has Amnesia.
Oh goody, hello do you know who you are, nope,
do you know where you're from, nope,
do you know anything, nope.
Well sir there are no pills,
but I will try something.
Now this may hurt a lot,
I'm gonna whack you with a hammer.
Ouch doc, hey I remember now,
my name is Bob and I'm from Boston, thanks doc.
Nurse Lucy, who's next,
it's Susan and she has Tourette Syndrome,
oh boy, another winner.
Hello Susan how are you today,
good doc, ****, ****, *******.
Wow does this happen often,
about twice a day, ****, ***, ****.
Well Susan there is no cure,
but you must relax more,
try some yoga and meditation,
now slutty, *****, *****, get the **** out.
Nurse Lucy, who's next, Lance he has Leprosy,
wow what a day this is.
Hello Lance, how are you today,
I'm good but I'm falling apart.
I see that your finger just fell on my desk,
sorry doc, it's getting worse,
I already lost my *****.
Well Lance there is nothing worse than that,
there is one known treatment.
It's called Gotu Kola, it doesn't cure it,
but it will slow it down.
Oh god sir, your ear just fell in my coffee,
we'll have to order it, but in the mean time,
try not to lose your head.
Nurse Lucy, anyone else,
one more Doctor Allen and it's me,
I need *** real bad.
Bend me over the desk,
and pound me good,
Nurse Lucy,
I thought you'd never ask.
Jon Tobias Mar 2012
I know I’ve always said
I’d make a better puppy than a man

Run your fingers through my face fur again
You sweet demon

I always walk away like the ending of a bad movie
With a dusty roaded hitchhike thumb

Only I can drive myself home

I know I am so much smiles
And bad words

I like bad words
They feel good

So much passion in them
Like a Tourette’s prayer

Let me sing your song of profanity
Like a compulsive howl at the moon

I mean,
This poetry is so much sound

That I might make a better wind instrument
Than a man

My lungs feel like a one way accordion
When you smile because of me

You perfect pedestrian
Dressed in slow moving smoke signals

Push all my buttons again

It won’t matter what keys you press
I am always loud, obnoxious, bitter music

Off key like the ***** twang
Of my harmonica exhale

Nothing pretty comes from this

Even the music

I’ve read between these lines
Enough to rewrite paragraphs and pages

Each version
There’s still you in the middle

Still you at the end

And If I were a man

A good man

I’d pick up the confetti
That falls

All inked up bits of paper
From words I chewed and choked on

Trying to tell you

If I were a man

I’d love you like one
I will be very happy when I can finally stop writing love poetry.
The bitter despair of the world,
its entirety,
profanes and shrieks
louder than banshee
or immense Tourette
for release.

and no, it isn't fair
that one should carry
alltheweight
but itisso.
static and frigid
perpetual panging echoes

and so the sooty waterfalls
erode Grand canyons
from the sandstone, the ugly grittiness
of my poisoned empty essence.

too charming,
rhyme and rhythm
slither greasily and gassily,
segregating.
bourgeois and homeless verse
never Touch.

and so even my Own words war
and hack more than cult horror films
that flicker on the moldy bleeding brick
of narrow sweating alleys
that have seen
rapeandmurderandfearandlustandgreed
and muchworse.
but it is all of my kind; the residence of my mind
RMatheson Aug 2012
I can bore you with talk
of women and children,
but it is simple enough to say
human beings.

Human beings
run in gathering storms
of concrete dust;
run from misting
of meat.

Explosions are sudden fatal therapy
for human beings
suffering dissonance,
and there's nothing quite
the same as losing words.

All of these
human beings,
cut-off
quick
in Tourette syndrome
(****!)
Pu.nc-tu-a.tion.

Caught in the concrete cloud
darker than Krubera Cave,
lost out on a betrayed Silk Road,
as bloated blue bodies
wash up on Indonesian shores.

This city of centuries
built by human beings,
has now become
almost-five thousand corpses
who dangle their toes
out of shrapnel windows.

Pieces of me sweat
away in an instant of swaying black burqas,
rocking on knees at a cemetery.

I’m standing in Beirut -
nineteen-eighty two.
I watch towers fall.
There has to be
a way to make the world relate,
even if it takes
nineteen years.
Rostislav Raykov Jan 2010
steal me a weapon
steal me a show
take me a picture
and pack it to go
steal me a reason
to be a nice guy
ask me to marry you
and then try to cry
let me go running
let me get back
tell me I'm funny
then tell me i ****
after you crush me
pick me back up
steal me a Tourette's
and come in to rub
stare when i curse
while you **** me a show
I'll tell you i love you
you'll tell me you know
CL Fjell Jun 2019
Loathsome little loving liars
Lying laughingly lazily

Poor pretentious puny pet
Phrasing picture perfect plays

Forty ******* fornicators
Flogging feathered flappers

Words wired without winds
Wistfully woven wrongfully

Bi-curious bitey bell-shaped *******
Bump big butts boastfully

Helping Harry's holey hippocampus
Holes he hides here hazily
Wicked Mar 2018
When things are always going wrong
you start to lose faith.
My faith in God is waning.
A God who loves his people,
wants them to live,
to be happy,
a loving God,
would let so many horrific things happen.
He let my heart be shattered.
He made me autistic.
He made me with Tourette’s.
He let my parents fall out of love.
He took my best friend.
I’ve lost faith in the god of deathless death,
pain, loss, and oppression.
*sigh*
Perig3e Feb 2011
In the family
there was no name for it,
the sudden outbursts,
the spasmodic tics,
the "jesus chris"
that flew like bank swollows
from his lips.
Between the frequent episodes
my uncle seemed
completely about his wits.
It would take me twenty years
before I could match
a name for it,
"Tourette"
All rights reserved by the author
Vampyre Kato Sep 2015
Dark Space,
Inside,
A Far Place,
Easily Mistaking As Tar Made,
Sailed The 7 Seas In 3 Days,
I'm On Earth To Learn,
Soul Burns When They Teach Things,
Ripping My Joints ,
Trying To Reach Change,
Even Though ,
I'm Fed Up,
I've Invested To Much,
To Let What Led Up Slip Away,
Sober Mind ,
Multiply's My Vivid Dreams,
Searching The Details,
To See Exactly What It Means,
Perceptions Everything,
What Could It Be,
What I Seek,
Altered My Though Form,
The Way I Speak,
Slowed Down My Impatient Speech,
I Love , Patient Things,
Grateful For My Grandmother,
Who Gave Birth To My Mom,
She Gave Birth To My Brothers,
Unlike Them & My Sister,
A Sibling Different From All Others,
Born With Special Gifts,
Psychic Midst,
Came With A Curse,
Tourette's Syndrome,
I'm Like A Fish,
Outside It's Nitch
I Cant Control My Neck, Wrist , Back,
All I Do Is Twitch,
I Scream So Giant ,
It Sounds So Silent ,
The Burning Pulses, Makes Me Violent,
Indigo Third Eye Violet,
I'm So High On Fear,
Please Replace The Pilot,
All I Feel Is Pain,
See People Smiling ,
I Can See What People Hiding,
Insecurities,
Inside Their Dying ,
They Feel Alone,
Up All Night Crying,
An Em-path,
Emotional Pirate,
With A Sacred Demon,
I Formed An Alliance,
Make No Mistake Thinking I Am Fake For What I Say,
Blood Oath, Darkest Day,
Exchanged A Thing ,
By The Train,
Black Rose,
72 Thorns,
Coldest Rain,
I Notice Synchronicity In Everything,
Don't Miss A Things,
Can't Run From This,
More Of My Gifts,
Visions That Evil Brings,
In My Dreams ,
Demons Scream At Me,
The Ones I Didn't Pick,
To Exchange With,  
Want To Possess,
I Was A Lonely Child,
Not Influenced Like The Rest,
Astral Projected By The Water Fountain ,
Escaped The Place I Hate , Earth,
With Every Breath,
I Had A Therapist, Who I Scared So Quick,
I Had No Friends ,
Just A Magik Wand From My Art Teacher In 3rd Grade,
She Said Was For Energy , Just For Me,
Paper & A Pen,
Don't Ever Loose Please,
Then I Gave It To The First Person Who Gave Me Time To Greet,
We Never Spoke Again , Their Face I Didn't See,
Gave My Gifts From My Mother Away For Friends,
Who Wanted Things , Not Me
I Have Been Cursed , This Misery,
Has My World Cold, Never Felt Home,
19 Years Shivering,
Getting Used To The Sting,
Like A Untreated Sliver Be,
So Alone, I Wish I Could Talk Ghost,
I Only See Em, Come To Visit To Finish Missions,
Then They Go,
Orbs Of Energy, Hover Me,
Rain On My Window Seal,
You Know How You Look Through A Window,
Like The Glass Not There,
My Whole Life Is How It's Been,
I Know How A Window Feel,
19 Years This Window Peels.
Blood Shed,
I Could Write Till , The Night Of My Grave,
Enough For Today,
I Crave Valerie My Melody ,
To Help Make Me Feel A Better Me,
Until Then,
I'm Writing Rituals ,
With A ****** Pen
Me
Jon Tobias Mar 2012
I know I’ve always said
I’d make a better puppy than a man

Run your fingers through my face fur again
You sweet demon

Touch my face

I always walk away like the ending of a bad movie
With a dusty roaded hitchhike thumb

Only I can drive myself home

I know I am so much smiles
And bad words

I like bad words
They feel good

So much passion in them
Like a Tourette’s prayer

Let me sing your song of profanity
Like a compulsive howl at the moon

Or we could *******
Or something

I dunno

I just feel more like an animal most days
More than I ever do a man

Touch my face again
With your rough love

And then I can walk away
I am very late for work, but I wanted to start this. I do not feel like it's done, so we will see.
Waverly Jun 2012
You know What?

You're going to go

outside

and have a smoke

and think

you'll feel better about yourself
and the direction
your life's headed in
for once.

For once in your life
you'll be proud
of yourself.

And then that nicotine
hits you quick.

Get jumpy.

Get agitated.

And you realize this
whole love *******,
you realize this
whole career *******,
you realize this
whole happiness *******
is just

TOURETTE'S.
The after life part 4



After having a busy day sending person by person who died to their next life, one of the people was 21 year old Ben siller who was a man who suffered from Tourette’s syndrome who had weird ticks which made him crazy and as he met up with Cronus, Cronus said what do you want to be or who in your next life and Ben said definately not someone with Tourette’s because all my life I was treated like a shy person or a weird person where I never ever fitted in well with my friends, and when I turned 21 I was skipping around the local mall saying I am fitter than you much fitter than you and when the crowds came to have their lunch I said I am a kid and you are men I am cool and you are not I am smart and you are not
Cool people do what I do yeah only boring men do what you do mate and then I said I am a kid and you are men
I am way fitter than you are yeah you guys live like old timers oh right I will stay young and really love life and then the men said ‘get him ‘ and I skipped down through the mall saying you can’t catch Ben siller so don’t even try and then I had a voice saying don’t even try to kidnap Ben siller he is not like us and after that I skipped through the mall like a happy little girl and then at the end of the day I went home to have dinner before I went to the pub to have a beer and be tougher than those men in the mall and Cronus then said what did the men say to trigger you and Ben said nothing really I just wanted to tease them and Cronus said ok how did you wind up dead and Ben said as I was walking to the pub these men came out of the car and grabbed me and tied me up with thick rope and drove me to the ******* tip where they buried me alive, well I ended up dead and now I feel scared, but I definitely don’t want to have Tourette’s syndrome, I want to be normal and Cronus said, what do you mean ‘normal’ and Ben said someone with no disability or mental disorder because mate I felt awful as I was ******* in the car like I felt awful at school and I heard them say that is way we get rid of this little Woosey and after that a rat bit me and I died and Cronus can you put me in a better life where I have a lot of friends and Cronus said, ok I will see what I do but you couldn’t control your ticks and you need to understand that you need to control them better but I will send you to Buddha for a mental check and then Athena will give you a soul check
And after that Ben went to Jupiter to have a few methane smoothies with a few dead friends and the next person was Kirk Douglas who was a famous actor who was in the movie Spartacus and Cronus said what do you want to be in your next life and Kirk said, Cronus someone who could entertain a lot of people because a lot of people liked my movies and now I am dead I want to be a young entertainer
I don’t know how yet but I will figure it out, I want to be in shows similar to the movie Spartacus, please Cronus send me to a famous life and Cronus said, I will see what I could do but you have to work toward that again but Buddha could give you a bit of shanazz and that is what Buddha did and then Athena gave him a soul check and Kirk then went to Saturn to put on a special screening of Spartacus where all the dead can wish him well in next earth body and then Robert long who was a 40 year old man who was killed by an armed robber said to Cronus
Since I turned 26 I was being chased by people which made me scared
When I was on my way to work and on my way home, as I sat watching tv at night, I heard voices from outside and on garbage night people said rude things to me as I brought the garbage out, you see Cronus I have 2 boys, which I worried about their safety every single day, I knew they wanted just to get to me but I knew they would harm my kids to get to me
And one day, which was yesterday I said to them leave my kids out of it, TAKE ME and they did and I died and Cronus I want to be well away from that town I lived in Victoria and Cronus asked, where do you want to live, I told him New York in the USA and Cronus said, ok I will see what I could do and Robert said ok and Cronus sent him to Athena for a soul check and then after that Robert went to Uranus for a cosmic foot race
lucia vieites May 2015
You'll realize what you lost
at midnight, when you're tossed and turned
staring down at your regrets
the Tourette's of memories bursting in your head
the torture of what could've been will leave you dead, just like you did to her
your tears will flow like sap from a tree
your glee will be ripped away
and may this pain last today, tomorrow, and for the rest of your life
because you lost the love of your life to your immaturity
And let this become your biggest insecurity
because the way you treated her, don't be upset when your friends prefer her instead of you
yes, that conversation was long overdue
but it didn't have to end like that
because your heart was the one that ended up splat on the ground
so may your heartache pound on the thoughts that your girl is gone
your happy ending was put up for pawn
and was sold to a man who will treat her better than you ever could
love her more than you ever would
and you'll sit there pondering,
squandering for a glimpse of hope
but you gave her up on the wrong terms
so may each midnight be spent haunting you
with the thoughts of what could've been
sweet dreams to you
3-4-2015
Vampyre Kato Jul 2015
My Heart Bleeds,
My Soul Sings,
Ya Know Wings,
I Got Theese,
Evil It Creeps,
With The Blade & Help Me By The Creek,
What Ever It Is I'm In ,
I'm In It To Deep,
**** Man I Can't Breathe,
Drownding All Alone ,
Such A Sad Soul,
Continuing To Sink,
This Is How I Feel,
It's Real, It's All I Think,
I Wish I Could Wish It All Away,
I Wish She, The One I Crave , Need Was Just 1 Call Away,
For Me Things Will Never Be Easy,
Tourette's Cursed My Neck, Twitchin Uneasy,
So Much Deep Hurt I Can Continue To Vent,
I'm A Fallen Angel That Was 1 Heaven Sent,
**** Where Has Heaven Been,
I'm Lonely These ******* Psychedelics Are My Hopeless Medicine,

KATO

(Immortal Expressions)
Amanda Shelton Feb 2023
Boom pop woh yeah, meow buddy
just like that twitch to the left
now **** to the right. Real quick!

Like a robot doing the twitch
and a pop with strings,
tug on that.

Tourettes got me twitching,
hiccuping and meowing.

Muscles cramping and joints
are grinding, creaking and
popping, like microwave popcorn.

2 minutes to go!

Anxiety's on a roll,
the embarrassment is a monster
stabbing me in the back.

I don't even know who I am waving at.

Why am I doing that dance
in the middle of nowhere?

Did I see a cat?

Do I have the hiccups?

Nope it's tourettes!

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
Tourette syndrome is horrible. I have it and anxiety makes it worse. If I get embarrassed I have a full blown tourette attack. People staring, people whispering, people making too much noise can cause me a tourette attack. Just walking into a building can cause me anxiety because I am always worried people will be there and they will notice I am different and stare at me. I've had people come up to me in public because I look different and act different. They don't understand I have a movement disorder and they are making it worse by making me the center of attention. If you see someone who looks different or acts different please don't stare don't engage them, live your life and let them live their lives too. You might make it harder for them if you engage them. Unless they engage you please move on. Tourette syndrome is effected by a person's emotions and the environment. We all are part of the environment so the best way you can help us is to be aware of the situation and be respectful. Thank you. ❤️
Today is a new day correct?
Just like yesterday it seemed I had Tourette's
The next day I'll keep my mouth shut
So people can look at me with trust
Everyday it seems endless
The message is starting to send less
What will my inspiration be
How about Operation "Be Me"
Because everyday is a new day
It doesn't matter what you say
I know some of it may not make sense, but you'll get it.

— The End —