"vomitted" poems
never in your life will you have so much ahead of you
and yet you have nothing at all.
the first party, you drank too much.
at least your best friend held your hair when you vomitted.
the first kiss, was in the back seat of his car.
he ignored you the next week at school.
the first trip to the beach was in july.
the boys stared at you in your swimsuit for the first time.
the first date was at the movies.
he touched your knee and kissed your neck.
the first time life when really hit you,
was when you realized growing up isn't a good thing.
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 9:43 AM UTC
Captivity of negativity
i feel something pulling me down
like my very soul being gripped
by the baleful clutches of death itself
have i succumbed to my
self inflicted insanity?
i can no longer tell apart
reality from my twisted fantasies
it all started from thoughts so depressing
like it was vomitted from the bodies of
a thousand suicidal souls with no reason to live
a life drenched with the fear of not being good enough
longing to sate the hunger for perfection
to appease the judgemental ********
who had the audacity to blame society
for every misfortune that has befallen them
Oh, The irony
We blame society, but we are society.
but who am i to judge?
for im just an agnostic sadistic hypocrite...
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 1:07 PM UTC
SmAsHeD LiMbs,
aTTacKeD HeArtS,
VoMiTTeD BelLIes.
NuMbeD BrAinS,
FrOZen PsYChEs,
PaRaLyZed BOdiEs,
StRIcKeN MiNdS,
EmPTIeD SoULs!
WhY StILL tHEn,
HoW iN hElL!!
iN SoMe PlaCE,
****** UNknOWn,
wE FeEL UnBrOKeN!?
Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 4:34 AM UTC
Dive bombers, black wings spread,
satanic angels: Two crows attacked another
broken on the long grass,
consumed by grappling weeds,
unable to fly and imprisoned within
the soft melding soil as if caught
nesting; I watched from afar; a spectator at an accident
unwilling to intervene.
Darting beak, defending itself with desperate
protests: they swooped again and again-
stukas in the old war, squarking demonically
wings flapping like black pistons geared up for death-
again and again they drilled into the world of men
boring down until
in the fading light, head bowed,
the damaged crow surrendered
and vomitted out its last stored-up breath,
shining ebony slashed, in a flurry
of dangling flesh, its life hacked away-blood
dripping from its bill-
hacked away in the cold air,
its brothers, like brothers everywhere,
gorging on its flesh.
By then, I had had enough,
I refused to watch anymore. The bird
a meal for its own kind,
soon just scattered feathers
repositioning the light.
Its darkness, once a threat,
with its suggestion of forboding
now merely signalling innocence,
the victim of misrepresentation.
I left a scene that did not truly
embrace reflection, an unusual
carnival of life and death in a city
that rejected both.
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 11:54 AM UTC
He kicked the can before any of us had even been frozen,
but it was full of his in-law's dip spit,
and so in his mid-sprint he slipped on the tobacco slick and accidentally slid straight into Elizabeth, who felt sick from the sudden hit to her stomach, so then vomitted all over Kent's apologetically bent head.
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 9:39 PM UTC
She is licking her fingers...
Why does she?
Maybe of me?
The...
taste of me.
I cannot believe it.
WHY am I so helpless!?
Why?...
Why did I do?
Have I done wrong?...
My knees.
Help me.
I cannot feel them...
They would not budge.
Even my wrist!
No...
There has to be a way.
Wait.
What now?
What is she doing?!
She is removing my nails...
It hurts!
It hurts so bad.
I can feel the pain
throughout
my body.
Just stop!
I told you to stop!
'Hey.'
Wait.
Who is there?
'Kill her.'
No.
As I hear the voice in my head,
she started to bite me.
Those teeth were like of a wolf.
It made me...
bled.
She keeps on doing.
Spreading every saliva
she could give.
Biting every flesh
her mouth could detect.
SHE is a monster!
A mad scientist.
A perverted one.
Sadistic.
Her long finger nails
reopened my heald wounds.
Salt.
Now, she is rubbing it with
SALT!
Why do you keep on doing this?!
'Just do what I say!'
No.
I shall not ****
I do not want to be like them!
'Just **** her!'
No!
'Or would you just...'
Just what?...
'...be left to die?'
Something in me snapped.
No.
I was the one...
I was certain.
I was the one...
who must be called...
a monster.
Everything went black.
For a second...
I thought I was dead.
I wished I was dead
so that this pain...
will never be felt.
I opened my eyes.
IT WAS HORRIBLE!
The room turned red.
Inside flesh were scattered
all over the floor.
The wall...
The wall was left with two
large holes.
Who did this?
That woman?
No.
No!
NO!
She was split in half...
She was pulverized
into everything...
She...
Unbelievable.
Has many syringe marks.
Who did this?!
Then I heard...
a laugh.
The laugh that made
my skin crawl.
'You did!'
No!
'Yes.'
There is NO way!
'Yes!'
I vomitted.
Why is it red?
Is this blood?
Blood?
IT is!
'You do not remember.'
REMEMBER what?!
'You tortured her.
You were the one who
injected the strain.
You made her bleed
all over again.'
Tears fell down
from my eyes...
'And by the way.
You have been doing that
for three
straight days!'
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 9:14 PM UTC
Nkoyo, the beautiful girl
The daughter of a farmer
The wife of a palm wine tapper
Nkoyo was as charming as mud
Nkoyo is beautiful
Nkoyo the beautiful girl
Her hands were like iron
And her fingers were like old dry wood
She had bicycle legs
And her toes were like stones
Nkoyo was as clean as dirt
Nkoyo is beautiful
Nkoyo the beautiful girl
Her backside was like olumo rock
It never shook and had no form
Her hips were a carpenter's craft
And her waist, a crooked staff
When Nkoyo danced
She was like a monster about to die
Nkoyo was as gorgeous as an ostritch
Nkoyo is beautiful
Nkoyo the beautiful girl
Her face was like a dog's dung
Her teeth shone like darkness
And her eyes were colorless
She farted through her nose
And it killed my pet goose
Nkoyo was as pretty as a bull
Nkoyo is beautiful
Nkoyo, the beautiful girl
Nkoyo was my wife
Because of her wretched looking face
I vomitted every now and then
I wish I had paid dowry
But her dad had given her for free
I was no handsome either
She screamed when she saw me naked
But I was no worse than her
We lived in our old ancient cave
Bearing ugly ugly children
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 9:30 PM UTC
You vomitted
You were more drunk than yesterday
You laughed, I smiled
I miss that
I miss you
You kissed me
It felt right, it felt first
I wanted to hold you
For just long enough
“I love you”, I whispered
And this, I hope will be gone by morning
But I’ll let myself love you once more
I’ll let myself feel again.
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 11:23 PM UTC