"wory" poems
Fantasy minded tied up and binded **** kindness ethics I don't mind it regular social norms I don't live by it the inside if my head during this is totally quiet
Deep cuts in the mutt hydrochloric **** you can jack off in between the violent ruts
Engage in the regular norms of reverse mentality, it may be cryptic, but it's cliche so really they're is no abnormality
Suicide is a biological abnormality
Jesus accepted death and doubted his mortality
But you'll die tonight an enigmatic causality
A vision of johova speaking to burning flames while a pentagram of blood and spirits call my name
A tragic masquerade of hate turned into mallevolant beautiful evil if I **** your tonight that will be a favor with no equal
Affection is no fix to so called anti social disconnection it's because I've been baptized by the blood which you'll be drenched in
Dark travesty who could happen to see ? A malevolent masterpiece of murdering your infernal travesty
For the light is not ending or bending for your masquerade of humanity is ending
Leaving you cut with a razor causing scars which they'll be no mending
sending to the er don't wory about blackouts and spazms you won't see psalms
A knife point is a nice point to stick in between joints my hate anoints, the 3 leaf clover won't keep you safe from a razor ,Wes craven I brazenly imitate doing Beelzebub a favor when I wet the place
Smash your ******* face then leave the organs shifted out of place with tool of steel kept on a fuckkng plate, get wiser to my torture crate
Concealed body's liter all over the place with hydrochloric acid it's they're fuckkng grace to leave the world seeing my face
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 11:50 PM UTC
Thanksgiving,
What does it even mean?
I mean I know the dictionary definition,
To give thanks,
But what does it really mean?
I mean what is so apealing,
about sitting around a table,
stuffing your self to the brim,
and sitting in akward silence with all of your family members?
I know that with my family this isn't the case,
we talk and tell storys about thanksgivings past.
That is until someone,
gets in a fight with someone else.
Then comes the yelling,
and the screaming,
and the crying,
and last but not least,
the "Come on kids we're going"
And then the akward silence in the car,
that is the worst
then one of the kids asks,
"why were you fighting?"
and Mom just answers,
"Don't wory about it,"
and that is the end of it.
Then you get home and get in bed,
and lay there thinking,
"what is the meaning of thanksgiving?"
"I don't think it's fighting with your family."
And then you fall asleep
Nov 16, 2012
Nov 16, 2012 at 5:34 PM UTC
Up on yonder
Eyes see
One vision
Listen to me
....My Father....
My Dad
Pops
A.K.A.
Old man Jenkins
ACTUALLY
his given name
Exactly
The same as
Mine
DELTON
GEORGE
PEELE
THATS
THREE E'S
TOUGHEST
MAN I HAVE EVER SEEN
Never seen
The Man back down from anything
Thee epitomy
Of a ladies man
Smooth talkin sob
I
Miss
***
Im buckled
...
****** Dad
.....
The prankster
HE
In privy
Told his confidant
He didnt want
To be a burden
To me
After loosing
.My Mother.
To cancer
...I..
Heard rumor he suffering
From the same
I went to see
HE
Said no son
Im ok
Not to wory
.....
Damm it Dad
....
****
I cant say
Anything
I miss you
Like a son
Who needs a father
Im
Insane
With the grief
Knowing
My greatest friend
My hero
My true
North
Youre bitter end
Alone
****
I cant do this
The veil
Of my life torn
Forlorn
The shame is too
Much to
carry
My vision
Is
This quest
Has no joy left
And
The path
Before
Me
Rapidly
Becoming
Shorter than
The one
Behind
Guess Ill
Have to man
Up
Take the wheel
Mash the pedal to the medal
Light it up
I dont want
Feel
Feb 12, 2021
Feb 12, 2021 at 2:58 PM UTC