"unsocial" poems
Masticated Ectoplasm to Lance Corporal Tom
Masticated Ectoplasm to Lance Corporal Tom
Bumming your fat knobs and insert your helmet naked and unashamed
Masticated Ectoplasm to Lance Corporal Tom
Kicking off kick-off, cyborgs brought face to face
Tartan sunstroke and may Mumbo Jumbo's **** all lie among you
Nine, eleven, seven, thirteen, six, quinquereme, ******** ********* Tweedledum and Tweedledee, unsocial person, erectoffensive!
This is Masticated Ectoplasm to Lance Corporal Tom
You've really ****** the naval officer
And the hatchet faces want to know whose blouses you abuse
Now it's time to evacuate the ******* if you have a free hand
This is Lance Corporal Tom to Masticated Ectoplasm
I'm fancy dress dancing through the cat—flap
And I'm groping inside a swollen grotesque sailor
And the plums look gigantically unusual nowadays
Ergo from Land's End to John o' Groats am I piddling in a crumpet slammer
Telescopic hindward the lump
Uranus Arsenic is scatological
And there's sweet **** all I can have ****** *********** with
With the proviso that I'm Ichabod celibate centipede sextillion heads
I'm fondling vigorously paparazzo
And I think my sputnik knows which direction to ****
Tell my ballbreaker I ****** her vigorously for England, she bonks
Masticated Ectoplasm to Lance Corporal Tom
Your menstrual cycle's kaput, there's oojakapivvygizmo spleen
Can you smell me, Lance Corporal Tom?
Can you get to the bottom of me, Lance Corporal Tom?
Can you delve into me, Lance Corporal Tom?
Can you...
From Land's End to John o' Groats am I vibrating ring my crumpet criminal lunatic asylum
Telescopic hindward the groupie
Uranus Arsenic is scatological
And there's sweet **** all I can have ****** *********** with
Mar 27, 2010
Mar 27, 2010 at 4:22 PM UTC
That day i finished
A small piece
For an obscure magazine
I popped it in the box
And such a starry elation
Came over me
That I got whistled at in the street
For the first time in a long time.
I was ***** and roughly dressed
And had circles under my eyes
And far far from flirtation
But so full of completion
Of a deed duly done
An act of consummation
That the freedom and force it engendered
Shone and spun
Out of my old raincoat.
It must have looked like love
Or a fabulous free holiday
To the young men sauntering
Down Berwick Street.
I still think this is most mysterious
For while I was writing it
It was gritty it felt like self-abuse
Constipation, desperately unsocial.
But done done done
Everything in the world
Flowed back
Like a huge bonus.
2.9k
On my journey through the Unsocial Anarchy,
I could see the crooked dream.
The tranquility I felt was infinite.
But though crooked, it was impervious.
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 1:47 PM UTC
I don't know how to tell you friend
don't feel like sayin' much at all
these days my words seem make-pretend
perhaps my pride before the fall
It's not unusual for me
to write a song without regard
for all the souls in misery
to play the sap, or happy card
but now I know just how it feels
wet sand is cold like soft concrete
and I can sit and dig my heels
'til burying my loathsome feet
and standing now without a keel
high tide they say, is coming in
I dig to break the salty seal
to free my legs to walk again....
unsocial social butterfly
finds a sunlit place to rest
the lightest breeze will pass her by
and stir again the vacant nest
she's seen a fairly ugly past
hung in, the pillar of her peers
and now the warming rays alas
will dry her bitter butter tears
and staring now, just down below
the spider's web has never freed
but pitched a battle, awesome show
which spoke again to butter's need
The words we tend to weave within
dark thoughts can surely build a wall
to block the sun and thickly spin
our pride, so fierce before the fall...
and caterpiller's stiff cocoon
gave place for wings like silk adorned
with patterns, colored matching moons
in darkened place her future formed
I speak in words, which make it real
the stuff, it all comes pouring out
a substance formed and packed with zeal
for all the things I talk about
but some not nice have taken flight
and reaching, caught within your net
like thunder in your morning; light
I spoke too soon and now regret
sometimes I tend to overthink
and miss the point, that awesome prize
I sleep, awaken, eat and drink
yet somehow came to realize
That YOU, my very precious one
sweet salty butterfly of grace
a brand new life has finally come
and gee, I LOVE that butter face!
It's not unusual for me
to write a song without regard
for all the souls in misery
to play the sap, or happy card
but more unusual to write
a poems which ends without a word
the butterfly in silent flight
the sweetest thing I've ever heard.... :)
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 9:30 AM UTC
You moved in, family friends with mine
Siblings friends with yours
Yet you’re still unknown
I watched you, trying to understand you
Never really talking to you
Just observing, still learning
Interacting around you
Seeing how you act
Different environments
Different people
Quiet, not shy
Funny, but reserved
Unsocial, but not mean
Watching you from across the room
Waiting for you to notice me
Watching you when you finally do
Teasing you but not really flirting
Unspoken discussions
Eyes meeting and agreeing
When our friends say absurd things
Sitting right by each other
Still not really talking
Knowing you, who you are
But you’re still unknown
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 2:09 PM UTC
It’s as if I’m stuck inside a shell I can’t see out of.
I’ve never been able to even try to tear my way out because that is too much.
I dream of all these things inside,
But on the outside I can’t get there.
I know it’ll always be hard work and I’ll just have to try,
But I can’t force myself to be confident and have nothing at all to say.
I can imagine as many situations as I like,
Plan out some different possible future jobs.
Only I’ll never be able to get there,
Because I **** at social skills.
Right now I’m trying to figure out what to do,
Right now I can’t find any solution.
I’ll get there because I have to,
However I really don’t know how to escape from this zone of comfort.
It’s something that I don’t seem capable to fight.
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC
He keep his mouth shut.
You think he is unsocial or just a loner.
He looks boring, but he sees and hears everything.
Maybe he don't speak, but that doesn't mean he dont sees and hear.
He see more deeply than others. How the object is in colours, what sound it makes, what vibrations and feeling it gives out.
While all you see is a "thing".
He sit all by himself, and write what he observe.
No one walks over to say "hi", nobody notice if he is sick.
He is just "there".
One day a guy steals his notebook.
And he reads from it out loud infront of the whole class.
The quiet guy seem calm, he sits quiet as usual.
In the notebook, it's the reason to be. It's the anwer of our existence, it is all the colours and music in descriptions.
It is so beautiful that the whole class get touched.
The next day, the quiet guy isn't their. He is in their hearts.
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 4:23 PM UTC
I yearn to exist in a space where the stars all but blaze
Where stars aren't celebrities
Where they bask in the night sky unpolluted
And just exist
I crave truly being in an environment that does not depend upon phone screens
Where my peers and myself do not walk through life in an addicted daze
Unaware of the haze that descends as an effect of such technological dependence
We are walking around with our eyes unconsciously searching for the stimulus that society constantly feeds us
These electronic signals flashing upon thin panels of glass
And This is what we call Living
The dopamine flooding our brain when that text vibration brings our popularity to attention
Capturing our attention holding it captive
We are prisoners of our own purchases
Rusting our humanity away enchained
In a web of unsocial media and notifications
We never have any silence
When was the last time you just sat silent doing nothing
When was the last time you allowed your mind even a sliver of space to just exist
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 11:18 AM UTC
Brain was a happy place where
all the memories lived together.
There were occasions of mistrust
but it seemed like a good place to live.
Like every society, there were
some unsocial elements in Brain too.
But the good memories could
keep them in control easily.
But something changed in Brain.
Negative thoughts came in large numbers.
They were heavily armed and
were well trained for combat.
The good memories, the core
defence of Brain, were helpless.
They lacked the necessary skills
and the “good will” wasn’t enough.
All the memories were terrified.
To make matters worse, the bad memories
colluded with the negative thoughts.
They leaked vital intel about the defence.
Once the good memories surrendered,
all hell broke in Brain.
The negative thoughts became unstoppable.
They tortured the memories to death.
In this time of terror,
the memories needed a leader.
Someone, they could look up to.
Hope came to their rescue.
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 7:04 AM UTC
I have no room for new scars.
My heart is more glued seams than pieces of
Hope and muscle.
My smile is as pale as the back of a
Dalí painting; all canvas and
Dirt.
I have opened my arms for a hug and
Stood accused of impersonating Christ.
Meditation rendered me unsocial.
As misunderstood as Latin, yet
I yell at the walls of common reality with
The dead language of my innersoul,
Cursing and blaspheming for the attention
Of deities. Some may listen; not one needs
To reply.
All I want is to break down the wall
Between myself and any creator
Listening,
And say Thank You. The Love
Of my Life is
My life.
What I love the most about my
Life is
It.
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 12:54 PM UTC
Raymond was strapped in grade four.
Reportedly told a kid to **** off.
True heresay.
This happened a while ago.
He could'a been stood against the board,
With his nose in a circle for thirty minutes.
(Lines were always a waste of everyone's time)
Could'a stood him at the back for the morning,
Or out in the hall, or suspended,
Later expelled.
He could'a been fired and unemployed,
****** off and unsocial,
And, again, later, crooked.
True heresy.
Then we tell him to **** off,
Which we should've done first,
And left it at that.
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 9:44 PM UTC
I seldom need people and being they are seldom around it sort of balances itself out .
Friendships are like flowers they take to much care to keep them alive.
As for me.
I'm a cactus a total ***** .
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 6:46 PM UTC
Kyle, you are the unsocial demerit point, because you tame that which isn't within the same parameters as your own guilt of never being able to essentially see past your own guilt, firstly. (Which is entirely filled too the absolute brimful of shame!) Shame that doesn't detest your own abstract mind from taming the logic that truly demands the official reasoning for you too cost more energy for yourself too bear (in order to suit your own needs from depleting even quicker. Then what was first realized.) While being at the demanding odds of something either unfortunate to ALWAYS come your way. Or (for the very first time in my very own simulation full of nothing more than completely realistic prolonged "shackled" days) that doesn't EVER seem to count the reasoning you need the very most. Mostly because life is truly never fair when it ONLY operates anyways, (for your very self first and foremost). On an operating system full of very tempting, unusual, unnatural and a seemingly unrealistic taste for more demerit points to be added in a complete collection full of both "wonder and detachment." Kyle, you’re also the unsocial demerit point, because you have yet to discover your own highs and lows upon your own governing system. It's not bad to be one's own demerit point. (Hell, I've been my own "demerit point" ever since the very beginning when I truly first popped out into this world full of "realistic advantages.)" Realistic advantages full to the absolute brimful of "factually chained uncertainties!" Your nothing more than a sense in your own details that doesn't limit one's own ideology against the world head-on! Instead, you devise a proper program for yourself against the desires of an even more proper exercise in order to free yourself full of the (not so rich) details that blind your own choices, from seeing the choice in it's own decision-making...from ever being able to reach the extension of your own actions. Actions that suddenly prompt its own inadvertent consequences, because the notion is in the very specifics that again demand you too see the odds that try to impress you (without even seeing "why that is)?"
Concluding what exactly...? Well, isn't it already obvious enough for you too "effectively" notice (ahead of time)?! Or are you too busy thinking on raising the bar of the current potential rate of your still rising (to this very day)...demerit points? Because that's what you should always be focusing on "separating" from your very structure of life, altogether. Versus the still ever-increasing rate of such a demerit succession!
Sep 7, 2020
Sep 7, 2020 at 9:45 PM UTC
I yearn to exist in a space where the stars all but blaze
Where “stars” aren’t celebrities their plaster faces plastered
on magazine covers lining the shopping aisles
But where they bask in the night sky unpolluted
And exist radiantly
Where the culture ceases to revolve around
the newest latest fashion or video
And instead revolves around the ripening of figs
And the blooming of chrysanthemums
And the migrations of the swallows
Where we look like awestruck children
to those unpolluted stars above us
and this great earth around us
to tell the time and pass the seasons,
Living then in harmony with the revolution of the very soil and air
from which our life flows
It’s easy to forget
I crave an environment
that does not depend upon phone screens
Where my peers and myself do not walk through life
in an addicted daze
Unaware of the haze that descends as an effect
of such technological dependence
We are walking around with our eyes unconsciously searching
for the stimulus that society constantly feeds us
We are tripping over ourselves just trying to keep up
These electronic signals flashing upon thin panels of glass
And This is what we call Living
The dopamine flooding our brains
when that text vibration brings our popularity to attention
Capturing our attention holding it captive
We are prisoners of our own purchases
Stepping into voluntary chains
Producing our wrists for shackles
Rusting our humanity away enchained
in a web of unsocial media and notifications
We neglect to make space for our own existence
Disconnecting from our own physical experience
We don't even feel our fingers typing and swiping
Hoarding gluttonous over likes and comments and click bait headlines
Consumed by our own consummation
We never have any silence
I yearn to exist in a space where our eyes like stars all but blaze
Awake with acute awareness of the present moment
Where we break shackles and push comfort zones
Basking in the raw beauty of an exuberant life we are conscious to experience
I yearn to exist together as radiant as the stars in the vastest galaxy
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 5:25 PM UTC
Get your ******* life
out of my facebook,
stop ******* twittering
in my ear,
hang your selfie
with a vine.
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 7:44 PM UTC
I decided to make some changes for myself
starting with my social life
It seems that whenever I trust somebody
I end up paying some sort of price
I need to start doing good in school
I cannot keep ******** around
When the pressure is high and life is out of control
I gotta keep my feet on the ground
I need to do more physically
I sit around too much
I need to start hanging out with more people
that way I do not turn into an unsocial nut
I need to start reaching my goals
they are very important to me
I need to think more about my future
there is so much that I want to see
I need to change my attitude
I am turning into a *****
I need to stop being jealous of others
I am too old to be throwing any fits
I need to start making changes now
there is no better time than the present
I need to start setting up a life for myself
and drop all of my bad habits
I need to be a better friend
before I lose someone very important
When my friends make stupid life long decisions
it is my job to love them, not judge them
I need to re-think about a lot of things
I am starting to hate the person I am becoming
I need to catch myself before I fall too hard
and forever lose myself
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 4:05 AM UTC
2 AM,
My phone lights up,
With a message from you,
"Lol What's up?"
Nothing. What's new?
"A pic for a pic?"
I guess conversations run hollow,
Makes sense,
These days, I photograph
Things I don't like,
To get followed
But, a picture of my ***
Is that all you want from me?
My DM's get flooded
With **** like that constantly.
It makes me feel good,
At times I suppose,
My mediocre body,
Disguised by a pose.
Buzz Buzz
"Did you fall asleep?"
I did, but I lied,
I said I couldn't even sleep if I tried.
"So, a pic for a pic?"
Now I have to respond,
But, maybe, i'll send something
with all my clothes on
Or off-
It's all art to me honestly,
A mix of good lighting,
And self-portrait photography.
2AM
I get a notification,
"X0Katie" likes your photo.
She doesn't know me,
but cool.
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 9:28 PM UTC
With no make on and eye lash hangin’
Pumping on E. bassy travelling the subway
Friday jumps on you, with expectation galore: Drink, gloat, sitting on-
Refurbished old rustic sofas on the far end of the bar.
Would your TGIF be a spent screaming over the music?
To make yourself heard with sweaty drunk happy hearts grinding?
Or would it be a cosy comforter holding you tight-
While you binge on anything scrolled now since the dragons flew?
Measuring ourselves to our own scales is-
Scary, if mildly put; social beings we are, to be, is a need-
But contentment may lie in unexpected unsocial moments sometime then-
As the years grey by, clear becomes the crystal, ever much so.
Random thoughts of a wandering mind;
Smother not, caress quietly- tune into some AI’d playlist;
Put on that conversation repellent, we all call earphones
And glow warmly in your sweet company, for it is TGI’my’F.
Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 2:51 PM UTC
I’ve always wondered...
Where did the little Lilah go?
I’m so different
She was outgoing and extroverted,
And I am shy and unsocial
But... I’ve finally realized
That we are the same
I am me
13 years ago or not
I’ve just changed
And I hope it has been for the better
Because I can’t really go back and change it...
Right?
Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 10:33 AM UTC
Low or high
your time is in short supply
Staring at screens
destroys dreams
It's not all bad
reconnected with old friends
it's mad
But get it in perspective,
when out with friends
be with them,
real life collective.
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 12:30 PM UTC
How sweet is the affliction of humanity
to speak of it's ills renders me unsocial
to think of it's crimes too horrendous
How sweet it is to turn an eye away
And farewell, sweet world, my dearest
fiend. That we remain calm and serene
while all things great and small burn
makes us one of a kind.
That I have secluded my sanity from all
*********** of my fellow creatures
and have remitted self to tangled
words and convoluted thoughts ...
makes all of my internal organs
breath easier.
How sweet is our affliction.
Humanity!
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Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 11:39 PM UTC