"viscious" poems
Whereabout of the heart, where might it be ?
When fury is a feeling which engages your senses, your mind and your soul in a raging outburst of negativity expressed in adrenaline,
Everything seems to be one sided, a loop which only fuels your anger with thoughts of unpleasant, disturbing annoyances, making it harder
Harder to resist, until alike a super nova, you explode in a viscious rampage with knows no escape, so, where is the heart ? Where is it?
A tantrum might be encouraged to grow in size if it's revenge you seek, desire, want to live for to make it expire, with violent passion,
Mercy or compassion, forgiveness and simpathy may be forgotten, within the depths of your burning soul, lit ablaze solely by hatred,
You may lose your mind, oh beauty of a living existence, becoming alike a lily of murderous intent, spiteful, yet elegant and wonderful,
A shivering star, ready to take its opponent down with itself while destroying what used to be so precious, unique and simply sweet,
Blemishing the unconscious without thinking of patience or the chance to calm this nuclear meltdown, unfolding in tragedy for us,
The pure light of your praying palms might help in this regard,
Because his remembrance is what makes furious hearts become calm.
~ Umi
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 6:33 PM UTC
Cutting through the darkness with a blade burning in an ominous yet in scarlet reddish tone, roaring as if it had the strengh of thunder.
The wielder in pure fury, swinging, swaying it around to pierce through the sinning gaze of the inhabitants of that place.
It is a true blade of banishment, viscious, without mercy or kindness,
raging evermore in an unending, continous rampage, gaining stengh.
Of course, one wouldn't expect any mercy but purgatory on this cruel and also blood drenched battlefield in which only sorrow is reaped.
But whereabouts of the heart already have been burnt away,
As the warped moon embraces the shadows of the fools,
The end had been brought near on that day which mortals fear,
Heat being spread with each slash, likely to set the soil ablaze,
Thus is the strengh of a sword which holds in a world of nightmares, likely to never desired to be ever seen before
~ Umi
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 7:15 PM 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
We were,
A treat to the eyes
A myth to their lies
The silver lining of innocence
In the end of a viscious tie
We were as painfully beautiful
As the sparks that fly out of two frictional objects
Wearing and tearing the edges apart
And yet, the little fireworks show attract audience
People really do love to observe destruction
First slowly yet steadily and then,
All at once
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 2:36 PM UTC
In the eyes of mortals,
They are monsters.
Of vibrating destruction.
In the eyes of a Rider,
They are worshipped and strong.
They seek companionship,
A guardian for life.
These creatures fly high,
Over the mountainous peaks,
Through the Evergloom valleys.
Down the rising sea.
They pride their right as Dov.
Rightful to their kin.
They are...
The Dragons.
They are not monsters.
Who create destruction.
They are not viscious,
When it comes to Royals.
These Dragons are so misunderstood.
Cant they live among us,
For the good?
Their sleek scales,
Massive wings,
Ivory claws and spikes.
Two lungs create,
Fire and Ice.
These dragons,
They are breath-taking.
Almost Immortal,
They will outlive a human being.
Don't take them as Deceitful.
They wish not to destroy.
They are guardians of this world.
Our Dragons,
Are definitely.
A riders Bestfriend.
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 10:49 PM UTC
~~ ☠ ~~
A ship sails empty of reason,
captains fear the treasons.
Silent and smooth is how it'll fall
the cabin-boy shall take the bar.
Blood can be found on every street,
both death and life here meet.
Life is a walking misery,
pray god has blessed your destiny.
Outside the people's empty homes,
fathers, sons, left alone.
Big Brother dominates, he commands.
A billion voices in one hand.
The ocean itself is a burden,
your dreams will taunt the sugeons.
Twist well open the sails to Rome
if you flee the country, flee alone.
Between the alleys at this mass
the cross's shadow isn't cast.
Those booklets burn easy, use them well
let vain ideas fry in hell.
Our viscious masters do predict
the fall of Troika and rise of Six.
A crew who drains such futile ink
is sure to drown us down the sink.
Save me from the grim Tomorrows
full of hate deceit and sorrows.
Oh, it's not about tyranny,It's human kind.
Justice is never really blind.
Behind the money lies our pain,
into fields fall the rain.
With empty pockets walk the road,
a thousand stories left untold.
I hope one day it could end ,
just by cutting down his head.
They hunt down anyone not in line,
should we attempt this, is there time ?
Unfathomable ,
his hungry stomach calls for meat;
rotting, green, foul and sweet.
Rank food from the kitchens will be served,
for all the glory
he deserves.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 8:47 AM UTC
the viscious atmosphere that spells...."doom"
D........O.....O.....M!
doom
--------
we will survive in but one way
we shall survive in but one way
survive
one way
survive
--------
do you love me?
i can guess
i do guess
that you do not love me
-------
we can survive if survive we must
we can trust if survive we will
we can love if nothing else seems practical
we will love cause we must
---
we will survive in but one way
we shall survive in but one way
survive
one way
survive
Aug 25, 2010
Aug 25, 2010 at 10:37 AM UTC
Chemically embalanced to self-indulge,
Others call it binge eating notice the bulge.
Scream out frustration as you accuse,
The one whos face weighs with hungry abuse,
Conquered and established self-control is released only to be neglected,
Serotonin satisfies the emotions as long as the monster is fed.
Heavy eyes and painful knees,
Subliminal magnets pull the subconscious to utter regretful pleas,
Pale skin summons questions of existence,
Unnoticed goes the sluggish caged organs that develope sickness.
Taken was blood to recieve a placebo,
Carrying my commented load,
As temptations surface listen as I say no.
If love is blind then why are you so bitter,
I melted my mass like butter,
Hoping the pain was worth the endeavors,
For you to feel better.
Now a bag of bones hooked to a drip,
Malnourished and weak I took a bad trip,
Hovering at my bedside,
I whispered, "pull the plug just let me die..."
As you watch my motionless and bedshaped body weep,
Did you not realize your viscious words cut deep.
Aug 21, 2010
Aug 21, 2010 at 9:02 PM UTC
I could tell you what I think
But most don't care to listen
I try not to waste my time on people like that
Because why would I?
There are people who will literally **** all of the energy out of you
Treating you like a sponge when you are really a sun
There's no remedy for people like this
And they're everywhere
Hidden predators in a pasture full of succulent prey
Which way did they come from?
We may never know.
I am a bright and burning sun and I radiate positive energy from my core
It extends millions of miles outside of me
I am desirable in that aspect
Fueling the thirst of treacherous thieves who can't survive without me
I am precious in that aspect
And you'd think they'd treat me as so
But greed is greed, a viscious and disgusting monster which only continuously grows stronger
And I cannot save them.
I know what it's like to be brave enough to offer your whole self to the world
Glistening energy and all
Only to have it tarnished and chased after by those whose only desire is to take and to take
I am too much in the same way that I am never enough.
I am always getting taken from.
But I do not cry because I am like this
I am whole and perfect and special no matter how much they try to take from me
For I am constantly filling back up
And burning ever brighter.
I cry for those who aren't a sun,
But a thunderous black hole.
How they must suffer.
I cry for them because that is the only thing left to do
And at least they won't try to consume these tears of mine too
But yet, I hope to water them as so...
Thinking that maybe, someday, they might bloom into a flower, which eventually transforms into a sun.
But I am a dreamer.
And what's done is done.
By: Evynne Doue
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 1:30 PM UTC
Unraveling the threads
Of my tangled, sticky lies,
Tearing the delicate cloth
Of my fragile, broken life.
One by one,
The stiches pop out
Exposing the wounds
That they know nothing about.
A single salty tear
Trickles down my face
As a single crimson drop of blood
Is dripping from my wrist.
This cruel and viscious cyle
Will never have and end
As my sanity unravels,
Alone and with out friends.
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 12:30 PM UTC
.
Long
Prairie Trail
from
A young girl
To
Her woman's grace
..
Softly
My footsteps
Fade away
Just a simple vision
Of
A gentle girl
)(
Soldier boys are everywhere
Broken eyes
Greedy viscious minds
//
What is the Way of Escape !
***
For the gentle children
Of
The world ?
)(
Come
Let us
Set our Message out upon the Sky
Across the burning plain
•
We will never go to war again
//
But we will stand our ground
With the true flag planted
In sacred ground
Yes indeed
.
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 4:03 PM UTC
Time and I don't sit together
at the end of day readings
where the old head of god bobs very slightly as he peacefully writes
and reads at the same time
remembering everything in a log
talking so slowly for the words to kiss me and time.
We avoid the eyes in our faces though while
We explore our bond collecting in our foreheads
A straight line binds us across the wind in the air
Across the papers of words
between us
He doesn't like the clock hands stuck in me, off such wingy arms
that don't have enough room in my chest to click around
My clock is always waiting for a bigger wall, for its arms to spread
and the energy cycle of the little go in there is like a skirt that doesn't twist when you turn
no color splashing the air at each little movement
My wing arms need me to lift out most of the feathers and turn
And then it'd be a better clock than time
I don't like his viscious breathing, and the colors on his wall only dark grey and blue
At least my wall is red
But I want to be friends
I want to take his hand and let the minutes come, behind us
I don't want to push the future far away with my eyes on the rug
my shoulders fallen without feathers to be free
Please don't shred my slow dance rolling towards god's arms for him to make it lighter
I wheel in pain while I bend my broken knees to turn, of all your torture
It's a weighty golden skirt from all the fire
Love me first, then tell me something wise
And lighter than the heavy turning to the sides you've designed
Sit next to me in the middle of the story Grandfather clock
Then we will both be looking forward
Listening to the book of the long
Opening the folded air of today, tomorrow, and the ones that made them
Writing with a clock hand, and an eternity pen
Giving to us what we wait for
Lifting our names to move and make a turn
Me and time making the parting between the pages and the hill of them,
for several walls of clocks
several scars
several backs of life
a central spine strong enough to dance to the beat of so many more pages
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 11:16 PM UTC
Alone in a cold and cruel world,
Bold, but silent, hatred lingers to thrive impatiently all around
Violent, but peaceful now that nothing can hurt,
Hurt, and alone, no one to care, screaming in silence without a sound
is there one left no more, no less,
or alone, cold and heartless like a season of death
Cold, driven only on finding the one true love,
feelings expressed just to be forgotten, Last, no one to love,
Staring down at your past, longing for answers and wondering why,
Aimlessly staring, searching for wisdom while life passes you by,
Cold, and heartless no one left to love.
Silent, but quietly the hatred still rages on,
Shrieking with pain, but no sound comes out,
All rays of hope, blocked by Anger, then replaced by doubt
Laughter, joy, and happiness are all but forgotten,
a mind filled with furry, becoming viscious and rotten
Silent, but quietly the hatred still rages on.
and the days keep coming but darker is the dawn
driven by hate Hope must find it's way,
No more staring at the past, but the light of the day
grudges forgotten are being remembered today
the bodies start falling and are left to decay
i guess it was hopeless and i had a bad day
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 8:34 PM UTC
A ship sails empty of reason,
captains fear the treasons.
Silent and smooth is how it'll fall
the cabin-boy shall take the bar.
Blood can be found on every street,
both death and life here meet.
Life is a dying mystery,
pray god has blessed your destiny.
Outside the people's empty homes,
fathers, sons, left alone.
Big Brother dominates, he commands.
A billion voices in one hand.
Absence of imagination,
the End of independent thought.
Cities reek of corruption, ******
and the greatest of sins.
They raise and **** in
by the millions
yet only some men
seem to win.
The ocean itself is a burden,
bad dreams require a surgeon.
Twist well open the sails to Rome
if you flee the country, flee alone.
Between the alleys at this mass
the cross's shadow isn't cast.
Those booklets burn easy, use them well,
let vain ideas fry in hell.
Our viscious masters do predict
the fall of Troika and rise of Six.
A crew who drains such futile ink
is sure to drown us down the sink.
Save me from the grim Tomorrows
full of hate deceit and sorrows.
Oh, it's not about tyranny,It's human kind.
Justice is neverreally blind.
Glorious eyes
of curve-free posters
used as wallpaper
for the cleanest streets.
Looking up
to their Father
all good citizens
try to weep
the plain and empty tears
the Party demands
them sheep.
Behind the money lies the pain,
into fields fall the rain.
With empty pockets walk the road,
a thousand stories left untold.
I hope one day it could end ,
just by cutting down his head.
They hunt down anyonenot in line,
should we attempt this, is there time ?
Unfathomable ,
his hungry stomach calls for meat;
rotting, green, foul and sweet.
Rank food from the kitchens will be served,
for all the glory
he deserves.
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 4:37 AM UTC
Pretty Liar, oh
my daughter-maid
who cannot bring herself to rage.
Carved from a river stone,
she was sketched and carved
to flesh and bone.
A viscious toungue of sea-bed viper
clamps to ankles of dead-like surviors.
How cruel these final moist moments are..
Not even allowing the ******
to shoot a glimpse
at the angel behind the bar
bringing them down from afar.
Nor to see the spots
of the velvet tiger
before their ears and nose
crushed, kiss together.
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 5:15 PM UTC
all the songs we sung!
we marched with bright colors to the war
we hid our doubts with feigned show of loyalty
our pride crumbled unto DEATH
our children enslaved by the slogans we bred
--
so ugly....this
nation with its people
on their knees
begging for mercy
from viscious home-mad gods
and all beauty undone
Nov 3, 2010
Nov 3, 2010 at 1:06 PM UTC
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i’d like to meet:
everyone i have forgotten and everyone who has forgotten me
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 7:33 AM UTC
She crawls through miles of dirt.
Breaking ground with bloodied fingers
And viscious intent.
My weakness is a light in the fog.
She finds me unerringly.
Nowhere to run.
My doubt fuels her
Voracious appetite.
Her teeth flash at my throat.
Vindictive *****
Addiction.
I can never bury her deep enough.
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 3:08 PM UTC
There are some letters
that moms and dads
of many brats
just can´t read
For example L, S, D, M, T...
Socialistic current affairs:
All the sky turned red
above Siberian tracks
Aurora and her cold heat
**** three times triple C and P
All what could possibly happen
Well that´s the letter B,
It stands for both bless and
bass on jail ,but mostly for the beer
Remember the C you tried to ****
Let´s see..in the same hole you can plug
every F for fail and misery
Only G will set you free from gravity
If you meet it greet it H, I
Why would you say N,O?
Nevermind, you who don´t know
I guess the O is taken
from the J, O, K, E bro
You are rude dude
Your head is vacant
Russian roulette´s rigid rules
V,R,very viscious vagabunds
with triple X
on red necks
Well, well, well,
W, it´s up to you,
Sure, We should give it a try
But Y?
Just for A´s?
That´s not my case
Even I fit will be only Q,U,i,Z
Jul 4, 2013
Jul 4, 2013 at 7:27 AM UTC
Greet the girl in the street,
Give her a hug:
Please give her something to eat,
A tea in a mug;
She's got a lot of trouble,
That's why she's on drugs:
Probably been ***** in the struggle,
By some viscious thugs;
She looks into your eyes
To see what you've got:
She's heard too many lies,
Her dignity she has lost;
The society despises her,
But if only they knew
Her aches and fear,
They'd change their point of view;
She probably ran from her family
Or an abusive father:
Or couldn't stand a certain tragedy,
Therefore she runs far;
If her being out there
Is caused by her folly,
Life can be unfair,
And how many are holy?
Imagine what kind words would do,
When spoken from a compassionate heart:
It could bring nourishment to you,
And healing to a broken heart;
So do not judge the girl in the street,
Please do not hurt her:
Do not see her as prey or meat,
If you can't help,then stay afar.
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 4:21 PM UTC
Homelely lonely snaggle-tooth smile
Tongues urging words forward
Surging as an ardent sword
Swimming in saliva
Ivory incisor
Cruel cuspid
Fangs
And sharpened islands
Teeth
Decalcified
Recalcitrant
There's an empty feeling in a mouth
Provender as a need
Viscious victuals
Forget the taste
Remember appetite
Just when you feed
Don't eat but devour
Mulling molars
Curious carnassials
Fangs
Longing for the flavor of flesh
Teeth
Putrescent
Holy cavity
There is an empty feeling in a mouth
Eat all you can
While you can
Take full bites
And swallow whole
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 1:58 AM UTC
Say hello to your new friend
That is called
Anorexia Nervosa.
Rigid are her ways,
Viscious her thoughts,
Endless commitment.
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 11:05 AM UTC
O! That you know me so well!
The story my shadows tell
A death knell
A dead one
In the light of the the your night-falling words
What manner corpend?
That you would portend
The growing clouds
The viscious wind
The vacuous void
The abysmal end
As you wish
To draw my ire
My flames of burning desire
Engulfing as fire
I shall surely make you feel your bones as ash
Make me now an eater of soul!
My carefully concocted creations
Aiming squarely as arrow in bow
Being drawn as a portrait of your mechanations
Your confusion
Your naiveté
Your goals
All meaningless
All your nothingness
All your dreams to be as I am
You have assaulted my art loving ears
With pure dribble
Tripe and dreck
Trite and dretch
A sketch by an amateur artist
Back-handed and drawing with the left
Make me now an eater of soul!
A hand touching darkness
Grabbing it neatly
And delivering it as it is
To you
On a silver platter
These jaws of a lover
Growing fangs
As you want
Becoming the jaws of hell
Eater of soul
O! That you know me so well!
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 11:41 PM UTC
Her legs went up
Behind her
Her mouth gapping
In delightful excitement
***** you disgust me
I say to her
What round eyes
You have
Now I take a second
Look at the veins
In her neck
Bulging hot red
In an instant
I grab her
Biting till I choke her
She cringes
She screams
She starts tapping
On the bed
Let me in
I whispered deeply
While feeling
The coarsness of her
Warm succulent beauty
Between my nostrils
And lips
She claws at my mouth
Opening her viscious
World to me
That's more like it
I yell in delightful beauty
Uh oh too late shes dead
And I drop her
On the floor
And go hunt
The grounds
For more
Yummmmm
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 1:15 PM UTC
It was late into that viscious seasonal transition
with sticky heat grating at the loose barricades
the confused masses put up around
patterns of docile thought.
I remember entire cities
churning out their leaders as children
and dressing our most vulnerable
up for combat.
I remember each first moment
when another person knew
how painful it was
to just have it all happen.
The sweet sting of a tireless wind
at least taught us what momentum existed,
but never how to resist the pull
and claim it as our own.
Whatever took us kept us
up until the very end,
and we expected to wake up
panting, embracing a new land.
And then the storm stopped
and the eyelids pried open
against the settling dust
that encapulated the chaos.
Nothing was harmed and no one was moved
and the waters reclaimed a normal flow
but they all just sat with nowhere to go
in shock that their, "right here" hadn't changed.
Not right here
nor the now
nor the us
nor any "them".
We sweet human creatures
are built to seek shelter
to make it grow
into tragic stagnance.
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 7:14 PM UTC