Ms. Regal MimicryDecember 31st, 2014Ms. Regal Mimicry6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
There’s a place between loathing and disappointment
That stinks of vomit and cowardice
That place is right beside me
The place where you reside
I can always look
Though I don’t really care
So the place you will stay
Is in the pit of despair
That you created
The only spell cast upon you
An intangible mist of ominous dread
The only curse laid upon you
The vulture spirit
It will always circle
Always remind you
That you took my hex and bathed in it
Ms. Regal Mimicry
By taking my time
By taking my trust
You stole a light of mine
Sucked into your heart & mind
Through the holes in my neck
That you punctured with your fangs
That light no longer within me
Makes room for something brighter
Now within you, is light no longer
Now, a shining darkness
Poor Ms. Regal Mimicry
My light is now your tumor
Where the souls of vultures reside
We can only hope
That you learn
Before you burn
Under the desert sun
Doom RisingOctober 5, 2014Doom Rising6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
The gears turn
Death is meant to be lived
Mutation of darkness
Can’t stumble through the dark
Not this time
Circle the torchbearers
Your laughter frightens them
Yes, it does
A hungry animal
Can do anything
Unleashed at lastA new emotion has invaded my broken frail mindUnleashed at last10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Destroying the illusion I created for myself
My views and perspectives were bent and twisted
All my thoughts about this cruel harsh life we live
Were molten by this corrosive and toxic air
The lies this this faceless crowd has fed me
Are no longer able to overcome my strength
I have found the means to fight back and win
I shall rise from the ashes I was once reduced to
And the pleasure you took out of torturing me
Shall be the catalyst for your ultimate demise
Marking the beginning of a brand new world
Where no one will have to suffer once again
Any of the hardships me and my equals once endured
If You Think You are Lonely, Think Again. A girl sits in her room and combs her hair.If You Think You are Lonely, Think Again. 11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
In a lonely room with nothing but her image in a mirror and
A sad depressed stare.
Her parents are leaving soon to go on a dinner date.
“Just order some pizza, don’t stay up too late.”
She waits till they leave, and all that can be heard is a distant vehicle hum.
A weird, demented smile forms onto her lips,
“They must think I’m dumb.”
She goes to the basement, that’s where it lives
A weird strange creature, behind a closet door, who needs all your attention,
So she gives and gives.
Growing stronger and more demanding, this dark entity is not one bit understanding.
Keeping it locked up, it grows angry from loneliness, and it hates being dismissed.
Its invisible clenched hands sometimes wrap around her neck, so she won’t forget it exist.
She can’t have it in the open or her parents would n
CINDERBLOCKS,CINDERBLOCKSCINDERBLOCKS,18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh reality is such a bore,
Oh getting involved is such a chore.
Let’s worship gangsters, pimps, and mobs,
Let’s ooze sex appeal in gobs.
Let’s appease our lowest and primal NATURE,
Let’s ramp it up, no room for small, LET’S MAKE IT EVEN GREATER!!!
You gotta go big when you’re aiming for the lowest de-nomin-nator,
You gotta go all the way if you wanna pull it off,
You gotta appeal to the raving hordes,
YOU GOTTA USE SMALL WORDS!!
So you would prefer unemployment hell?
The world isn’t for brown-nosers to smell…
Stop getting in my way,
This was supposed to be my day,
Insanity is here to stay,
And don’t deny, you enjoy it as well anyway.
Oh can’t you feel it now?
The raw power,
That fills this row…
Time to close in, time to make them gape,
When we mix SEX with VIOL-ENCE
WE GET R-
But we can’t mention that, because that would be inapt,
robotsi would erase the memory to be a memoryrobots1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
to think rather then live
worrying over enjoying
kinda like how you look at your phone
either to ignore or avoid or even enjoy
i'd erase the memory that wasn't a memory at all.
Perfect RulerThe world cannot remain unchanged.Perfect Ruler1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's not like old stories, we don't have holograms.
Unlike expectation of the elders before our generation, we don't have amazing cars or gadgets.
The world isn't shining.
The Earth is dead.
Humanity killed her.
No more beautiful rivers.
The fishes become smaller and smaller, most of them are dead.
The sea that used to be mirroring the color of sky, now, is a pile of waste.
And we can no longer taste the salt without the poison.
The forests are gone.
They are burnt down by the
We have badlands everywhere, where not even wild grasses can live.
Animals become less and less.
Few of them that survived, are now inside the cages, or being sold with high price at the black markets.
They become more expensive from day to day,
even more expensive than humans.
The pets, leather clothings, meats, vegetables, are pleasure for the riches. The poor are forced to consume the junks that are made
the king of the nightthe moon shines ominously through the night, the cry of a bison in terror and fright, the creature who none brave to fight, hidden away from mans sight, those who dare wreak havoc in his lair, will receive the deathly punishment that is fair, and those who survive him will always bear, the vicious mark of king shadow snare.the king of the night1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
SoldierSoldierSoldier1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
A soldier comes
A soldier goes
No one knows
His body strong and fast
His mind weak and brittle
his scars are seen
But blind you are
His pain of heart
Hidden HeroesCountless heros walk among youHidden Heroes1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hidden in plain veiw
Not the movie star or the singer
but the stranger, the homeless, or the hurt
we hide in sight never far
no one knows what we have done
we ask no thanks
want no fame
we help in our own way
never judge a stranger for you do not know what hes done
we may of served our time
but we are never done
the strong may become weak
they are still virtous and kind
countless are our number
we wak amoung you
are right next to you
NecromanceNecromanceNecromance1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sooner or later every writer realizes that writing is meaningless
the creation is the anatomy of destruction in deceptive disguise
supposedly one type of kindly aggressive manifestation
towards the clues that can even contain the patchwork of humans
Oscar Wilde said that being natural is the hardest state of being
and since Russel no one questions why it is better to be than not.
The psyche’s terrible anger circulates among fetish parties
Where costumed and suited players cut pieces of meat
From each other and with fork and knife, politely
Chatting consume them
One form of social life is social death.
For corpses there is nowhere to bury, all remaining space is spent
and the landfill wont accept them
claiming that human waste is the most toxic waste
And they’re right
The commercials no longer promote the cult of the youth
Life as well as death bears a heavy cost, a middle road is necessary.
The most admired heros of modern horro
buijjotti.Tor duikaner bhitrey.shoytaneybuijjotti.2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hetar nunu dhukae de muti disey.
Bala kori chok test kora.choker
Bhitrey heytar asor dhuki.torey raeter belae shopno dosh dehae.
Shokaly udi deyhos muti disos.heytarey gael de ki hoibo.tui judi porishkar oe shuti.erum godona goitone.
Tune in to Monster FM!It's an earworm, probably.Tune in to Monster FM!2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's just you don't know what it is, exactly, that you're listening to.
The worm burrows. You're slightly uncomfortable with this.
It's one more thing to be self-conscious about. You're good at that.
You want to object to its familiarity with the inside of your ear.
You're in a car. You don't really want the earworm with you.
You tell yourself: listen to the monster, and it might go away.
"Who are you listening to?" it asks you,
and that's when you stop listening to yourself.
You don't hate its voice. It's too soon for that.
You like to give things time. You want to give your body time.
Still, there's no love lost between you and the earworm.
Love would have had to been somewhere, before,
for it to become los– you have a GPS, anyway.
Your head's blooming with flowers now, in self-defence.
They come out of your ears. You'd have picked jasmine,
if you had a say, but at least hibiscuses aren't roses.
The worm comes out of the woodwork of your skin,
I'm just defined that wayBlack sketches,white spacesI'm just defined that way2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Was the way I've always drawn
Shadows in the light
A hybrid child is born
They hide away from me
Run away,be free
Sneer and branded heresy
Colour me in rainbows
Beware of the harrows
For I am the border of dreams
I'm just another paragraph
Two-toned text with life of a newborn laugh
Away you vanish
Where you will finally be free
A Plunge Into Chaos (Chapter I: Part I)BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEPA Plunge Into Chaos (Chapter I: Part I)2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
"GAH!!!" Said the disgruntled, and rather flustered, young adult as he shot upwards from his incredibly fluffy pillow.
"Aw shit!!! I'm going to be late!" He said after peering at his alarm clock.
Rushing out of his room, still pulling on his worn out jeans, the young adult ran towards the kitchen.
As he was grabbing a piece of bread from the bread box, a quite... condescending voice startled him.
"Gareth, you're going to be late if you don't pick up the pace."
When Gareth turned to face the voice, all he could see were two hands on either side of a newspaper.
"Look who's talking, Tristan! You're over an hour late!" Gareth said, in an equally condescending tone, as he stuffed the piece of bread into his mouth.
"come now, Gareth! Don't you know your own brother well enough to know that I'm never late?" Said Tristan, smugly.
"I'm not late, numbskull! One of my office friends told me that the workshop is closed. She said it's being partially evacuated. She
Black DeathWestinghouse and Edison were to blame for you.Black Death2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Supposedly, you were a humane way to die.
But, we all now better--that's why you are gone...
sitting in a museum, a object lesson to everyone.
Made of oak and painted black...Black Death you are.
You killed those condemned by the state...gruesomely.
Three jolts of electricty snuffed out the condemned...
cooking them like a roast beef haunch in the oven.
The condemned lived in fear of you and your powers.
The public marveled how you dispatched the bad guys.
But you killing days are over...Long Live Lethal Injection!
Today, you sit behind the Plexiglas, your story to tell.
But soon, you may be pressed back into your lethal job.
That is, if the state doesn't abandon judicial homicide.
Will you, Black Death, make a comback with a killing?
Or will Humanity give up the idea of judical revenge?
Standing in Empty Car Park with Seagullsword to the wiseStanding in Empty Car Park with Seagulls3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
word to the wise birdfeeder
your greatest fame is within
your greatest fame is within your scent
that is on the crumbz you offer UP
and there is footage of this reeling back beyond the naughties
on CCTV banks
tHe AlPhaBeT: Preview PoemA is for AgonytHe AlPhaBeT: Preview Poem3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
The feeling of his suffering and pain.
B is for Boils
That are constantly scraped by his chains.
C is for Charity
That's what they told him before breaking his back.
D is for Dive
Away from the madness.
E is for Elegant
Or that's what they call themselves.
F is for Fantastic
They shut down the well, now how are we going to eat tonight.
G is for Guards
Big with metallic with lasers, you're not getting past any time soon.
H is for Hell
A suitable name for this story, don't you think?
I is for Idiot
The idiot who throughout of the idea in the first place.
J is for Jealous
Of those upper-class twits!
K is for Kelp and Kale
Three meals a day!
L is for Letter
Letter by name, letter by class, letter by LIFE!
M is for Malice
It's EVERYONE FOR THEMSELVES!
N is for Nope
O is for Obvious
It is so obvious that there is no escape.
P is for Perfect
The word that gave him nightmares.
Q is for Quick
Better hurry or you will lose your head!
R is for Regret
The feeling that
Hell Is Earth...You think that this is Paradise, my friend?Hell Is Earth...3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let me shatter that fool's illusion for you.
You are not living in a happy place, no...
for Hell is Earth, and indeed, Earth is Hell.
You find your demons here in human guise,
and the Satans rule from houses of power.
Here, the God Worshipped fits in wallets,
and His Disciples denigrate those without.
We rip-and-destroy the plants and trees...
all in the name of the worst known disease.
There is no innoculation for Hate and Greed--
and their spread is encouraged to all the land.
Lucifer and Baphomet count the heads of babies,
looking for the ones that will serve them well.
Such are the goings on here, so cringe with fear...
for Hell is Earth, and indeed, Earth is Hell.
Monster, Monster...I see you sitting in your one-man cage.Monster, Monster...3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
You will soon die for your ghastly crimes.
Several children perished in hellish agony--
just to sate your lust for blood and death.
You told them you would die by their guns...
but another death will be your fate very soon.
I thought you would look like Quasimodo...
but to see you in there, is to see a mere man.
Did you not have dreams when you grew up?
Didn't you want to be much more than this?
You threw away what gifts The Lord gave you...
squandering them to become a living Lecter.
No, I see not a monster...I see myself in you.
For I could just as easily be when you sit now.
You are but a murdering nebbish bound for Hell...
a reminder that monsters live in all of us.
Here It Is...Mesh fencing, concrete, and steel...Here It Is...3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
here it is, a place you never go.
You can hear the screams in the wind--
the ghosts of the paitents who never left.
Walk down the darkened hallways here.
You can smell the piss and blood
of thousands of those who were sent here--
not for treatment, but to be warehoused.
Hear the crackle of the ECT machines...
Edison's Medicine for long-term depression.
Hear the clank of chains and restraints--
keeping them tied down often brings healing.
Look inside the dank, dark rooms no longer used.
You can see the ghosts of those damned to live here.
This, indeed, was the true Kingdom Of The Madness...
where brutality, Thorazine, and indifference reigned.
As you walk down the steps into the Free Man's World,
say a prayer that you never end up here yourself.
Here it is--Hell on Earth for the mentally-ill folks...
and though this place is closed, many more are not.