"villainous" poems
The photos were leaked today
They were of a **** woman with brown skin
Love making as she stared straight into the lenses
I was showed by a man who did not know how to react once I had been shown
My reaction was not shock
I merely stated "That's baad"
I did not know how to react to the staunch cyber-bully who was sure he was doing himself a justice by being so open about his anger at the naked, brown, humiliated, naked, shamed, beautiful
I am shamed by his shaming
I am naked by his **********
I am beautiful by myself sometimes
Sometimes I take the tape off my camera and position it near my bloom
I am not alone in this activity and yet I feel alone in an intimate situation, feel less alone, in a private situation.
Sometimes I work it so that every part of my dark lips are shadowed and my fingers seem to work for a living rather than play
My body is not a string
It is a temple of dark things
It is a ossuary filled with the dust of former lives
It is not to be dangled for cats for play
It has no puppet hands
Or puppet face
It smiles because it sees you smile
And she frowns when she sees you laugh
It is alive
The misfortune you hope her body will bring her is shame
I hope it will bring other people enlightenment
The fault is not in her
The fault is in the malicious, villainous, caricature of man who is hallow and made of maddening bells
Every time you disturb him he rings in announcement "This lady I had once an intimate relationship and she abused me. Here is her punishment."
We are all cavernous tunnels with lights to shoot out of the pins and needles sensational feelings we do not desire this but we must desire to be freed from being owned by this
We all think we're exempted from shame until we are ashamed
There are no exemptions, only more bells
They ring, until background noise renders them obsolete to us
Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 10:43 AM UTC
Honesty the lost art/
Honesty is rare
it should cost a lot/
It would be sublime if
We could find it/
Honestly, honesty is the best policy/
We should treasure the
thought cherished engulfed/
combined with
Loyalty
till death do us part/
I yurn
The lies tiring
like ones sleepy
lay down Suffocating to a corpse/
Thought is boss
employ by it
We're all guilty I guess/
Liar liar in court
A sentient being-ness/
Troth be told
I can't believe in this/
Question,
Am I the only one seeing this?/
Or only me blind and ain't Seeing ****
I try and **** it out
its epidemic, Chronic/
The remedy Poetry Hop
Visual Sonnets/
**** naked in
My correspondence/
Articulating articles
Waiting for responses/
Is it a defense mechanism
Of the conscious/
Honesty? Honestly/
Seems like everyone's
Not doing it so its gotta BE/
Non honesty
The ever lasting Prophecy/
And were full filling it
The good succumbs
To the villainous/
My willingness/
To compromise my will
I guess/
You could interpret as weak/
Most realize
the Inside scoop
Yet everyone tells lies
non interested in truth/
Me, a victim and a suspect
An on going cycle yet/
I ask what's next/
as if I didn't know
Where the L lies underlying Facts can't grow/
HonestLy, we all lose an L to Honesty!
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 1:44 AM UTC
Fresh from the kennels. A whole world away.
Companion conversion for a young castaway.
A darling of distraction with irrational fears.
The clumsiest canine with ever aware ears.
Guardian of gourmet. Suspect of all sounds.
He'll catch himself someday, spinning around.
A tug of war here. A muddy mess there.
A lick to the face of the humans in his care.
How thrilled his tail and tremendous his teeth.
How dug up the planet from paw underneath.
The running for fun. The claiming of trees.
The car window ride along - face full of breeze.
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But now he's a master of "Stay!".
His eagle ears succumbing to gravity's sway.
Napping much more, barking much less.
Now rarer the cuddle, the clean, the caress.
Patch protector. Owner of no debts.
A veteran of various villainous vets.
Birds as trivial as the tennis ball is far.
Eyes now as hazy as the indistinguishable stars.
A howl at the moon. A loosening tooth.
An ode to memories of a modest youth.
They still love this pup. He still loves them back.
May he long be remembered as he faces the black.
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 12:03 AM UTC
Her wolf was circling.
The ***** didn't even know...
she was being sized up
by an apex predator.
She elegantly contained this
knowledge of future bloodshed
within her own head.
Never letting that *****
out of her sanguine glare.
She remembers only echoes
of noises that accumulated into words.
Annoying,
ENRAGING,
words.
The wolf pounced out of her control,
but not outside of her desire.
The ***** made a beautiful corpse.
That angered her.
She walked away with a villainous
smirk on her face, and a tumor
of darkness growing inside of her.
The wolf trotting along side her.
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 11:29 PM UTC
*Cast out entirely this time around.
There's a beautiful world waiting,
But it's easy to be blinded by what you think is beautiful in a beautiful world.*
In the dark for so long.
The retina I own captured false images
Of what i once believed in.
So much effort stored in a mirage,
lodged in doubtful recollections.
I want no sympathy,
I can only evolve through the chasing of symphonies.
Villainous, aren't you?
The conflict is the enemy.
I'll do away with this blame game,
You're just so awfully gifted at how you play.
I was the warmhearted prey
Fooled into what appears to be defeat,
Due to stupidity.
I saw what I wanted to see,
And clearly my vision was wrong.
(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith
(Originally written 10/31/10
Revised 9/27/14)
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 2:48 PM UTC
A desolate shore,
The sinister seduction of the Moon,
The menace of the irreclaimable Sea.
Flaunting, ****** and grim,
From cloud to cloud along her beat,
Leering her battered and inveterate leer,
She signals where he prowls in the dark alone,
Her horrible old man,
Mumbling old oaths and warming
His villainous old bones with villainous talk--
The secrets of their grisly housekeeping
Since they went out upon the pad
In the first twilight of self-conscious Time:
Growling, hideous and hoarse,
Tales of unnumbered Ships,
Goodly and strong, Companions of the Advance,
In some vile alley of the night
Waylaid and bludgeoned--
Dead.
Deep cellared in primeval ooze,
Ruined, dishonoured, spoiled,
They lie where the lean water-worm
Crawls free of their secrets, and their broken sides
Bulge with the slime of life. Thus they abide,
Thus fouled and desecrate,
The summons of the Trumpet, and the while
These Twain, their murderers,
Unravined, imperturbable, unsubdued,
Hang at the heels of their children--She aloft
As in the shining streets,
He as in ambush at some accomplice door.
The stalwart Ships,
The beautiful and bold adventurers!
Stationed out yonder in the isle,
The tall Policeman,
Flashing his bull's-eye, as he peers
About him in the ancient vacancy,
Tells them this way is safety--this way home.
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The morning comes without a glow, a glare, or a song to be sung.
A villainous stare creeps over above.
The ground is paved with soulless tears,
A guilty grin stands high above.
Sounds are disappearing,
In the towering shadows.
Smiles are lost,
In deaths mile.
The sinner's will linger
Without Heaven's lover.
The children will bicker,
Without mother's fire.
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC
***What if I say, I am not like the others?
Are you afraid of seeing my bloodshot eyes?
It ain’t a delusion of your vision
It ain’t a theory of your hostile mind
Its just an authority to reveal high
As you ****** up in the midnight.
What if I declare, I like to be a pothead?
It ain’t a crime of your filthy society
It ain’t a ****** of your hypersexual beauty
Its just a power to absorb black hole
As you get dissolved in the infinity.
What if we believe, we are united peace?
Our intoxication could never be slayer as your humanity diminishes
Our immune could never be a flame as your democracy fire burns
Our dealing could never be an acrid as your judgments villainous
Our indignation could never be a pretender as your sensibility veiled
Our lonesome shadow could never be a congress of love as your realization mortifies
And our congregation of morality must have been psychedelic painkiller.
What if we deny, we are insignificant existence?
So, who are you crippling our bloodshot eyes, A Social featherbrain?
Who are you to stop having "dopetherone" in the town, A godly crusader?
Who are you to proclaim the rule against your mind, A phrenetic lawyer?
What if we deny, we are insignificant existence?
What if we believe, we are united peace?
We will keep walking with our head held high.***
April' 2015
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 2:07 PM UTC
Diminutive minutes fly by and imbue.
Ennobled, hungers the second hand.
Verbose and loud, its villainous ticking;
Oxen heavy, that kneading sound,
Under skull and depth of dreams.
Rescind the mad lives we vitiate;
Enchanted by hollow, fear of ghosts,
Dancing in a pitch waiting room.
Happenstance for insomniacs,
Ogres and dark shadows howling
Unapologetic at the light and moon.
Riot of the quiet, against daylight
Star: quarry in the void of night / time / dark.
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 11:54 AM UTC
I wasn't sure what to make
of this intergalactic space war.
With flying soldiers in old tobacco tins
and bullets made out of fingers.
I took it upon myself, I suppose
to conscript to this chaos,
upon the fluffy terrain.
Some sort of tyrannous Tyrannosaurus,
with a purple top hat
had taken over the bunk bed fort.
I'd made up my mind.
The only thing for it was a straight "Neeeeee-owwwwwwww"
into the back of the villainous lizard.
My comrade in arms however,
felt I wasn't quite suited for this rampant combat.
Although, his reason I didn't quite agree with;
"You're doing it wrong" he said, rather patronisingly.
I guess my little cousin is less of the kamikaze type and more of the tactical warfare nature.
Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 8:57 PM UTC
In every “Poetry Place”
There is a Copycat Corner.
We know it’s a disgrace
So here’s another “Warner”.
Why they do it I’ll never know,
Those Copier and Pasters.
Their words they seem to glow,
But they’re a bunch of Wasters.
Taking all that praise,
For stuff they haven’t written,
It seems to be a craze,
And many do get bitten.
Just Google their “fine words” or use those plagiarism sites,
And you will find the original poems
Bedecked with copyrights.
I’m sure this place just isn’t free
Of people like this,
Just look and see!!!
The Admins must get their fingers out,
And give these villainous rogues a massive clout.
Me, I will show all due diligence,
But my job here,
Is to show My brilliance.
(NOT someone else’s!).
Paul Butters
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 6:19 AM UTC
Our every word that comes out
has the potential to **** when
your seemingly fragile but villainous
lips caresses my weaponed tongue
encouraging the venomous noise to be
reborn again and again.
Soft yet viscious touch.
I demand for more.
I urge for attention.
Patience is running thin!
I never even looked away from the
light in your eyes
but you were watching my entire flesh
burn and rot in the colours you gave me.
Dead.
When you left, all went dark
for the light in your eyes were
fires that burned too bright
and couldn't last.
It was then
when I was standing all alone
in the black hole you helped me create,
the one that ****** away everything I loved,
I realized that I was colourblind,
that your touch and your words
were bleach that sunk into my core,
leaving me only in black and white.
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 12:09 PM UTC
villainous intentions it seems
i've been through the streams of trauma
tf u mean
working hard to correct my mistakes
being born to a household of lies
seemed like my fate
i realize how to ascend
but i'm stuck in the past
i don't know how to mend
these people bleeding in my arteries project & inject since the start of me
they went through the same thing
but so many excuses
as to why they can't evolve and be free
but they don't realize it
they numb themselves of their destiny
they throw their pain out onto humanity
i realize how it's so ****** up
that their childhood trauma got them ****** up
leading into adulthood and the rest of their lives
it seems
projecting their hatred and pain onto their offspring
i have to be stronger and more aware than my predecessors
and i notice how a lot of ppl in my life were the stressors
it's no wonder our generation is tired
bc we've carried the weight of the liars
yes they're liars, bc they lie to themselves
how they're a good person and they've done us well
******** i call, they've ignored for far too long
as i sit here crying, i realize that i'm strong
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 5:12 PM UTC
If we were together,
And you had been captured,
By a villainous turtle,
Who's name was bowser.
I'd come and save you.
Without any mushrooms.
I'd dodge the hot lava,
And jump over the flowers.
Forget the gold coins,
I'd run past them all.
I'd come find my princess,
Like on n64.
I'd swim through the water,
Past the piranhas.
I'd raid the castle.
And beat the boss battle.
'Cause Peach, There's no me,
Until I find you, And you're set free.
Because Peach,
I am coming. I won't stop running.
Til your in my arms.
Where you're always safe.
You can wear my red hat,
We can have a pet Yoshi.
Because Peach there's no me,
But I am comming back.
Mushroom kingdom will never be the same again.
On a grassy hill, in our giant palace,
I'm not scared of any ghosts.
My sites are set,
On the clouds in the sky,
And tower in the distance.
I'm not scared of any stones,
That will try to crush me,
I'm going to do my best,
To keep my timing.
'Cause Peach, There's no me,
Until I find you, And you're set free.
Because Peach,
I am coming. I won't stop running.
Til your in my arms.
Where you're always safe.
You can wear my red hat,
We can have a pet Yoshi.
Because Peach there's no me,
But I am comming back
Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 9:39 AM UTC
the Hello Poetry portrait gallery
is becoming full of empty frames
what individuals had a hand
in these harassment games
we've been deprived of many
talented written contributions
the villainous mob most adroit
with their unwarranted executions
blank boxes tell of an almighty
mischief being awfully made
by they who are wanting
to garner every accolade
under a serious threat our
fraternity of poets are thus far
and of seeing unfilled cubes
there leaves a permanent scar
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 10:27 PM UTC
When there's fire in your Hearts,
And fire in your Souls,
Raise your weapons Child and fight for your right,
not to be left in the cold.
Your past doesn't matter,
for that i am sure.
Fight for those you love,
and get them safe to shore!
Fight for your life,
Follow your gut and your soul!
To them i am a Pawn to be moved as they please.
So who better than I, To slay this villainous King,
For which you would die?
So with fire in my Heart and fire in my soul,
I will raise my mighty arrow,
and strike him down in the cold.
My once dear twin brother,
now a tyrant on the throne!
But as they try me for my crimes,
I ask that you not cry.
For I do this for you my love,
For our children do i die!
At the chopping block I stand,
Stand tall and do not cry.
When i look to our family,
I see our children fair.
I look to our youngest child,
Our daughter with her Auburn hair.
There were tears in her eyes
but she dared not to cry,
For the blood traitor to the Crown,
So she watched her mother die.
But before I faded here,
I saw the Fire in her eyes!
And i knew it in my Heart
what i had set in motion.
I knew it in my Soul,
I had started a revolution!
For i saw it in my soul my love,
I saw our child die!
Our child will fight for us, and one day die for us,
but not for a Long long Long long time!
For she has a land to save,
my fight is now hers!
My dearest little Kankri,
There is Fire in her Heart, and Fire in her Soul.
She will lead this revolution,
with her brothers by her side!
She will lead this revolution, and become a legend to be told.
I will die for my family, and her for this land.
We will fight for what we love, and do as the Gods command!
Martyrs for our love, to be remembered far and wide,
As myths to be told, till the sun begins to die!
With Fire in your Heart,
And Fire in your Soul,
Raise your weapons child,
and fight for what it is that you hold most dear!
Whether it be your friends or your children,
your home or your land,
Raise your weapons son,
and Protect all you can!
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 12:58 PM UTC
I am a villainous heroine
Leaving my family brings me sweet sorrow
Marrying my kin’s murderer brings me miserable joy
I am a lucky wretch
Paris’s devotion gives me belittling flattery
Romeo’s adoration gives me obscured clarity
I am a guide lost
Society rejects this careless affection
My heart is open to this insensitive empathy
I am loved hatred
I am an accepted cast off
I am Juliet
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 6:17 PM UTC
moments and tales that kissed the world.
These Are My Words
they weave.
These Are My Words
fireflies flew.
These Are My Words
tried and wrapped my fist.
These Are My Words
face free.
These Are My Words
being brave I saw demonization
These Are My Words
bravery loved dance
These Are My Words
dignity denied darkness
These Are My Words
flying constant
These Are My Words
she likes treason
These Are My Words
busted mouth and bruised cheeks
These Are My Words
an old flower leaving
These Are My Words
wrong school
These Are My Words
here comes young weight
These Are My Words
a thing called justice
These Are My Words
blue skin and ***** air
These Are My Words
god in his infinite wisdome
These Are My Words
placed a heart here, now -
These Are My Words
breathe and seek consequence
These Are My Words
hide hands
These Are My Words
thank god for your deluded bliss
These Are My Words
but inside she wonders
These Are My Words
dark and bittersweet
These Are My Words
moments that only meant deceit
These Are My Words
work through change as I clench teeth
These Are My Words
gnash and outlive those old memories
These Are My Words
she is a rude stringy blonde beauty
These Are My Words
looking, yes, looking
These Are My Words
years later
These Are My Words
she thinks faster and has out ran
These Are My Words
the villainous monsters make mistakes
These Are My Words
leaving her with her one and only gift
* **
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 7:55 PM UTC
Musclebound masked man
maniac mangling most everything he touches
Suicide squad serving the League of Shadows
Venom infuses his insane frame
Villainous tactical masterminds
should never be able to snap spines
and smash skulls
a faceless hulk
surgical tubing and tanks
delivery systems for his calcium crunching extremities
Every Dark Knight has their Bane
brash brutal backbreaker
Such a sordid past
a disaster
You're a slave to the Venom now
how do you live with yourself?
Scarecrow knows
the solace found in affecting fear in others
Poor Bane
insane and in chains
How weak you will become
when they take away your drug.
Aug 4, 2012
Aug 4, 2012 at 10:31 AM UTC
Why is the shadows considered evil
When the shadows are as important as the light
As darkness is the absence of daylight
Just as Daylight is the absence of dark
Why is a hero considered pure
When the hero is just as murderous as the villain
As the hero is in the eye of the beholder
Just as a villain is only villainous to the victims
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 2:57 PM UTC
your beard doth have
a villainous nature I think
one that would for want of mischief
whisper uncertainties
into a grieving ear
as such would cause
a flailing of tongues
and extract dire extremities
from a grief stricken father
who through an acid mist of tears
would summon a pale horse
to seek a blank claim for revenge
that would magnify
existing greif a thousand fold
such is the nature of your
villainous beard
begone I say from
this house of sorrow
or it shall be you
who in a box shall lay
without grief to borrow
you villainous beard
begone I say
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 12:28 PM UTC
Dear Boy, I have some bad news for you...even though I know you're the definition of what's bad for me, you are tearing down walls that have taken me years to build and you're not even trying
I've fallen in like and I have no sweet clue if the kisses and cuddling and constant texting really mean a thing or if I'm just something to do but nonetheless my walls are shattering without warning
Dear Boy, you are like my fairy tale come true I mean who goes to the beach at night time to lie on a blanket and watch shooting stars pass above us? Who takes me out to dinner knowing I think he's using a gift certificate to pay fully aware that it expired months ago but that's the only way he could get me to go? Who the hell actually continues a should-have-been-a-drunken-one-night-stand once you're sober? But boy, just like every fairy tale you have to have your villainous traits and I'm hesitantly waiting to discover them
Dear Boy, I promise you, I tried...I really did, I told myself a million times not to think good thoughts but we all know how girls minds work, right? I tried not to fall for your smile...the way you get protective when I bring up my past, the way you sway when you hug me, boy, I tried not to fall but I never knew nice guys existed until you came along and you know that I'm a curious person
Dear Boy, why me? You know your baby blues are hard to say no to...that your touch can persuade me so easily, boy you know I can only go so long without getting my hopes up and truth be told I'm scared of the fact that I'm beginning to define myself by how my outline fits against yours...and how when something's wrong the cure is for me to be wrapped in your arms
Dear Boy, you scare me, I've never fallen this quickly or casually before but it's like it snuck up behind me and I find myself missing you, wanting you, craving you like the cigarettes hidden in my back pocket and I'm left at checkmate, I have no more moves against your adorable attacks but I'm scared...I've been through these 'things' before...you wonder why I don't let you buy me things, it's because they will just be the memories I have to throw out when you abandon me like all the others have
Dear Boy, I have sorta-kinda-accidentally-on-purpose fallen in like with you and I never knew nice guys existed until you came along and boy, you've proved me wrong
Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 5:09 PM UTC