I saw a woman wearing a pink sequined cocktail dress
she was short with tits that seemed more like a built in table than a chest
something about this woman made me think of how pink is an unlucky color for me
i told a couple of girls i was in the marines witnessing their eyes brighten and tones become flirty
one told me how the other did not know people in the area and could use some friends
the other girl... had pink dye in her hair.
i gave her my name and told her i could help her out, this led to awkwardly making eye contact the rest of the night
this might be all in my head because i worry that people get impressed by the organization i am a part of
which to me is not that impressive since i have seen so many people go through the same things i've been through, and i know so many who have been through so much more
there is a part of me that wants to tell that woman in the pink sequenced dress how her tits make her look like she's about to topple over and it doesn't suit her body at all
wants to ask if this girl did become suddenly interested in me because i have a steady paycheck and a uniform
why someone respects me because i'm in the military and go to poetry readings because obviously hard muther fuckers don't read poetry
part of me wants to run around the city streets and punch people in the face when they look at me funny or do something wrong
i want to kick people with my boots on just for fucks sake then ask them if they are ok and cry then punch them with my fists
i want my gang to fight your gang in a gang fight even though my gang is mostly peace-loving good kids while yours is drunken slobs.
tell those girls their outfits make them look like whores and point out the guys who wont get laid tonight loud enough for everyone to hear these truths i make true through sheer volume
fuck it
i'm gonna turn this city upside-down in flames and boots to faces
stomp on your dog and make you eat the words you bullshit outside smoking lounges on friday nights
take a red arrow and pierce the hearts of the bastards on motorcycles who ask me if i'm going to it because i live in this damn city and can go there all the fucking time
take another arrow and just shoot it through the window to see what happens
the third goes through your heart because i think i'm cupid and can make you fall in love with the next poor dumb mutherfucker you see
just make sure you dont look at me.
Friday, June 25, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
unfinished... The MadMan
you are not property until you allow yourself to be objectified by populace
i have always belonged to someone be it family, friends, or country
my allegiance dates back to someone else giving the orders
the same excuse nazi soldiers gave for their war crimes
someone told me to do it because i cannot think for myself
i use god for my reason... my excuse... my illness... so they call it
a sick perversion of scripture melded with outright fiction
mental illness they said, but i'm perfectly sane. those women were demons in disguise
what other creatures crawl underneath your eyelids at night
writing sins through your dreams and whenever you open your eyes all you can see
all... all i ever saw...
oh god...
degenerates everywhere with flesh-exposed-fucking each other blindly in the street
i have always belonged to someone be it family, friends, or country
my allegiance dates back to someone else giving the orders
the same excuse nazi soldiers gave for their war crimes
someone told me to do it because i cannot think for myself
i use god for my reason... my excuse... my illness... so they call it
a sick perversion of scripture melded with outright fiction
mental illness they said, but i'm perfectly sane. those women were demons in disguise
what other creatures crawl underneath your eyelids at night
writing sins through your dreams and whenever you open your eyes all you can see
all... all i ever saw...
oh god...
degenerates everywhere with flesh-exposed-fucking each other blindly in the street
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
The Mad Scientist
I wont let you go
I wont let you go
I have the power
to keep you here
my dear
do not fret
do not fear
i'll never let you be hurt
i'll never let you be hurt
i have the smarts
no hero will come here
to save you from these hands
you're trapped near
to my heart
my dear
i wont let you go
i wont let you go
why are you crying?
my dear
stop shedding your tears
i'm trying to think here
what will make you happy
why do you look at me with a leer
i'd never let you be hurt
i''d never hurt you
i'd never
i'd
just
NO!
STOP CRYING!
darling...
why are you cold?
why do you not speak?
it must be your gratitude
you're so happy to be here...
yes closed eyes and peaceful expression
i wont let you go
i wont let you go
and
i'll never let you be hurt
i'll never let you be hurt
my love
this poor stain on your dress
don't fret
it will come out in the wash.
I wont let you go
I have the power
to keep you here
my dear
do not fret
do not fear
i'll never let you be hurt
i'll never let you be hurt
i have the smarts
no hero will come here
to save you from these hands
you're trapped near
to my heart
my dear
i wont let you go
i wont let you go
why are you crying?
my dear
stop shedding your tears
i'm trying to think here
what will make you happy
why do you look at me with a leer
i'd never let you be hurt
i''d never hurt you
i'd never
i'd
just
NO!
STOP CRYING!
darling...
why are you cold?
why do you not speak?
it must be your gratitude
you're so happy to be here...
yes closed eyes and peaceful expression
i wont let you go
i wont let you go
and
i'll never let you be hurt
i'll never let you be hurt
my love
this poor stain on your dress
don't fret
it will come out in the wash.
Monday, June 21, 2010
The Deranged Man, baptizes his lover through fire to save their relationship
do you remember the burn of my lighter? the butane kissed your skin and bit down hard
let the hairs singe backwards
smoking
lightly
we were not a volcano destroying mighty Pompeii with no warning letting everyone around suffocate on our ash
that kind of power is something we fear and dream of in our nightmares
crippling control kills our mood putting us out of play. we need our tit for tat and guerrilla attack
lets run through these jungles watching muzzles flash and tracers fly
you are the Vietnam in the war of my heart
tear gassed college kids with picket signs preparing for a revolution that never really comes
let riots break out while they screamed "abortionists and murderers"
accused us of rape, pillage, fire, play. how did the children sound when you dropped the napalm on their pen?
we never knew who was friend or foe in this conflict about lord knows what anymore
was the bloodshed worth it? yes... no... i knew once the answer but now all i can think about is how it doesn't matter.
the blood was shed and the war was stopped
just like our feelings which came out with heated fury then ran like a scared child using underhanded tricks.
when i close my eyes you cant see me you cant see me you cheater cheater pumpkin eater go away get out keep clear of my memory
i burned you more than once with that bic lighter. felt the flint strike keeping flame lit burning away all your pain in a purification ritual so old it's name was forgotten by adam and eve
you burned me more than once with your words so much craftier than i in these games of words
all i had was ancient ways to clean your soul and make your words not of hate but of pain and suffering
savage tendencies grabbing your hair letting the stink of it rise up as the rest burned slowly down
skin once the pale shade of seasoned pine was left black from our love. red irritation was not enough when your anger finally boiled over i knew the bloodshed and murderer inside you had gone insane at last.
i did what any sane man would do
waited till you slept taking my bruised and broken mind out to the back grabbing the gas carrying it as soldiers carry the dead as the dead carry the weight of everything they leave behind undone like you carry nothing at all.
damn woman you have done near enough you have done all you were meant to this is why you attack me because your purpose is empty. the devil has gotten inside you the enemy we never see disguised and looking like everyone else like everything else like angels in disguise
i cut open the top of the can making it a simple bucket, a baptismal bowl for a babe, yes it was your second baptism i would grant you and forgive you for all you've done all you'll do all you bring me to do to you
you woke up, cried out flaming words of hate abandonment despair
you hurt so bad so terrible horrible so good
i hated you wanted to see you suffer see you burn see you be reborn pure and good again like you once were
do you remember the final burn of my lighter?
the butane flame kissed your skin and bit down hard giving you warmth you never knew before as your hair singed from every inch
smoking slightly
i still smell it in my dreams of you.
let the hairs singe backwards
smoking
lightly
we were not a volcano destroying mighty Pompeii with no warning letting everyone around suffocate on our ash
that kind of power is something we fear and dream of in our nightmares
crippling control kills our mood putting us out of play. we need our tit for tat and guerrilla attack
lets run through these jungles watching muzzles flash and tracers fly
you are the Vietnam in the war of my heart
tear gassed college kids with picket signs preparing for a revolution that never really comes
let riots break out while they screamed "abortionists and murderers"
accused us of rape, pillage, fire, play. how did the children sound when you dropped the napalm on their pen?
we never knew who was friend or foe in this conflict about lord knows what anymore
was the bloodshed worth it? yes... no... i knew once the answer but now all i can think about is how it doesn't matter.
the blood was shed and the war was stopped
just like our feelings which came out with heated fury then ran like a scared child using underhanded tricks.
when i close my eyes you cant see me you cant see me you cheater cheater pumpkin eater go away get out keep clear of my memory
i burned you more than once with that bic lighter. felt the flint strike keeping flame lit burning away all your pain in a purification ritual so old it's name was forgotten by adam and eve
you burned me more than once with your words so much craftier than i in these games of words
all i had was ancient ways to clean your soul and make your words not of hate but of pain and suffering
savage tendencies grabbing your hair letting the stink of it rise up as the rest burned slowly down
skin once the pale shade of seasoned pine was left black from our love. red irritation was not enough when your anger finally boiled over i knew the bloodshed and murderer inside you had gone insane at last.
i did what any sane man would do
waited till you slept taking my bruised and broken mind out to the back grabbing the gas carrying it as soldiers carry the dead as the dead carry the weight of everything they leave behind undone like you carry nothing at all.
damn woman you have done near enough you have done all you were meant to this is why you attack me because your purpose is empty. the devil has gotten inside you the enemy we never see disguised and looking like everyone else like everything else like angels in disguise
i cut open the top of the can making it a simple bucket, a baptismal bowl for a babe, yes it was your second baptism i would grant you and forgive you for all you've done all you'll do all you bring me to do to you
you woke up, cried out flaming words of hate abandonment despair
you hurt so bad so terrible horrible so good
i hated you wanted to see you suffer see you burn see you be reborn pure and good again like you once were
do you remember the final burn of my lighter?
the butane flame kissed your skin and bit down hard giving you warmth you never knew before as your hair singed from every inch
smoking slightly
i still smell it in my dreams of you.
The Housewife
i'm mixing you a drink that tastes smooth and sweet
you smile asking what it is making this odd green tint
how fitting for this summer weather
my rosey cheeks have been kissed by the sun
the shade hides all the blood rushing to my face
every word you say drives me deeper and deeper into madness
goddamn it i cannot stand your voice any longer just shut up just shut the fuck up let me shut it out
the smell you leave behind thanks to your sweat and grime
my lips have been kissed by your own
it leaves me feeling like exploding landfill
rotten with the heat of your glowing smile, beaming eyes, gentle touch
my tounge has tasted hate with despair like dissapointed children watching parents divorce
santa claus dies while you sit and chat away as if you're perfect
they dont understand that i have all the heat in this relationship
my warmth is what keeps this house a home while drying the laundry and the dishes
it wraps you up at night to try and melt the ice you keep inside your chest
i cant do it alone anymore so i made you this drink with a sweet green tint
hoping it keeps you from freezing up on me any more than you have already
because i swear to god. this is the last time you'll ever be cold with me
you smile asking what it is making this odd green tint
how fitting for this summer weather
my rosey cheeks have been kissed by the sun
the shade hides all the blood rushing to my face
every word you say drives me deeper and deeper into madness
goddamn it i cannot stand your voice any longer just shut up just shut the fuck up let me shut it out
the smell you leave behind thanks to your sweat and grime
my lips have been kissed by your own
it leaves me feeling like exploding landfill
rotten with the heat of your glowing smile, beaming eyes, gentle touch
my tounge has tasted hate with despair like dissapointed children watching parents divorce
santa claus dies while you sit and chat away as if you're perfect
they dont understand that i have all the heat in this relationship
my warmth is what keeps this house a home while drying the laundry and the dishes
it wraps you up at night to try and melt the ice you keep inside your chest
i cant do it alone anymore so i made you this drink with a sweet green tint
hoping it keeps you from freezing up on me any more than you have already
because i swear to god. this is the last time you'll ever be cold with me
The infamous "rape" poem
Note: this poem was meant to be a thriller and/or slasher film-esque poem from the point of view of the villain. after reading, it was deemed the "rape poem" due to the line which is now the title of this blog.
this is the moonlit chase
this is the witching hour
frighteningly wonderful
it begins as a friendly chase
till the first girl falls
you think you can hide
my momentary distraction
but this girl is just skin and bones
i need meat
i need you
the red hair sets me off
like the Spanish bull
you're no matador
so i wont just rush in
change this game to cat and mouse
i know... i know that I'll win.
stalking through corridors,
shotgun slung snug into my shoulder,
i know you're hiding my little red riding hood.
this big bad wolf is gonna huff *shlick*,
puff *shlack*,
and blow *BOOM*
you're world away.
howl up at the moon
drink up blood
beautiful red as your hair
the taste of iron sits on my tongue
have you ever noticed
gorgeous sounds like it begins
with gore?
i take this idea to it's finest
since you had to stop running
buckshot in your leg
it will only hurt for a moment
breathe in
breathe out
exhale so the shot
fires straight and true
oh the taste
so many holes
to drink from
to watch the droplets
drip
drop
trickle down your skin
heavenly sin
breath in
huff *shlick*
breath out
puff *shlack*
and blow you away
*BOOM*
this is the moonlit chase
this is the witching hour
frighteningly wonderful
it begins as a friendly chase
till the first girl falls
you think you can hide
my momentary distraction
but this girl is just skin and bones
i need meat
i need you
the red hair sets me off
like the Spanish bull
you're no matador
so i wont just rush in
change this game to cat and mouse
i know... i know that I'll win.
stalking through corridors,
shotgun slung snug into my shoulder,
i know you're hiding my little red riding hood.
this big bad wolf is gonna huff *shlick*,
puff *shlack*,
and blow *BOOM*
you're world away.
howl up at the moon
drink up blood
beautiful red as your hair
the taste of iron sits on my tongue
have you ever noticed
gorgeous sounds like it begins
with gore?
i take this idea to it's finest
since you had to stop running
buckshot in your leg
it will only hurt for a moment
breathe in
breathe out
exhale so the shot
fires straight and true
oh the taste
so many holes
to drink from
to watch the droplets
drip
drop
trickle down your skin
heavenly sin
breath in
huff *shlick*
breath out
puff *shlack*
and blow you away
*BOOM*
The Moth Collector
watch the lit match burn
the tip glows red
as the wood blackens
flame shrinks
spreads
and grows again
flame is often used to express passion
did you know that little girl?
of course you did
you're smart
yes you are
too bad fire hurts
child and the oven and all that
like a moth you fly
reaching closer to the candle
entrapped
then caught
wings snipped
still beautiful
but broken
pinned down in glass case
for all to watch
only i to touch
look at yourself squirm
your skin turns red
your eyes blacken
body shrinks
spread
apart again
you are pinned in my glass case
dear moth
flirting with fire
now you'll feel the burn
forever.
the tip glows red
as the wood blackens
flame shrinks
spreads
and grows again
flame is often used to express passion
did you know that little girl?
of course you did
you're smart
yes you are
too bad fire hurts
child and the oven and all that
like a moth you fly
reaching closer to the candle
entrapped
then caught
wings snipped
still beautiful
but broken
pinned down in glass case
for all to watch
only i to touch
look at yourself squirm
your skin turns red
your eyes blacken
body shrinks
spread
apart again
you are pinned in my glass case
dear moth
flirting with fire
now you'll feel the burn
forever.
The American Psycho-esque Poem
My skin always tastes salty in the morning
you deer-founded
lick gentle lines
up and down my arms
pausing at my fingers
placing them slowly into mouth
plush lips, gentle tongue
you tease me
I play along
as a good salt-lick will do
dangling innocent
your mouth gently pressures
skin gives way
you're kissing
fixated, entrapped
the lick is but an extension of hunter's arm
a trap to make good sight
deer in a headlight of violence
rifle snug in shoulder
inhale
safety off
exhale
pull trigger
I've just lined up my sights
no muzzle-flash yet
we are, slow-cooking dinner
spinning round and round
strung across spit
we wrap arms like pythons
suffocating in closeness
we pass breath back and forth
slithering skin giving soothing sensations
stealing my strength
I cant breathe
you're kisses, asphyxiating
hate being mouse
turn tides like moon
I flip you
wave crashing onto shore
storm-break
thunder-rattle
howl
push-pull
tear shoreline out
eat land whole
wolf-deer
hunter-prey
faster-faster-faster
hurry
make you
make you
make you
make-youmakeyoumakeyou
GOD
YES
you scream
this will not be the last time
inhale
safety off
exhale
pull trigger
you're right where I want
writhing in pleasure
numb to the world
you cant feel my python sliver
snakelike embrace
lost in ecstasy
an awake-sleep
I crave your salt
iron red
grizzle
you're my suckling pig
so innocent
strap you down
slick python coils
you lick salt
you crave salt
you love salt
almost as much as you love sex
love me
you don't
I know
this engagement was not for love
it was for sex, and salt
I am succubus
you are victim
deer to my salt lick
my skin tastes salty in the morning
but you...
battery acid. Iron
sweet perfume
vanilla shampoo
cute...
so cute
so cute and innocent
inhale
breathe deep
safety off
my blade comes out
licking lines across your arms
pausing at fingers
slowly pushing blade into flesh
I am starving pig
flesh in the pen
I flash blade into surface
wave crashing onto shore
skin-smooth
heart-strength
brain
intelligence-trading
tupi tribe tradition
ritual consumption
taste-pain
faster-faster-faster
hurry
make me
make me
make me
make-memakememakeme
exhale
pull trigger
GOD
YES
your flesh satisfies
giving me the strength to go on
whatever you had
is now mine
the ultimate of closeness
two beings become one.
you deer-founded
lick gentle lines
up and down my arms
pausing at my fingers
placing them slowly into mouth
plush lips, gentle tongue
you tease me
I play along
as a good salt-lick will do
dangling innocent
your mouth gently pressures
skin gives way
you're kissing
fixated, entrapped
the lick is but an extension of hunter's arm
a trap to make good sight
deer in a headlight of violence
rifle snug in shoulder
inhale
safety off
exhale
pull trigger
I've just lined up my sights
no muzzle-flash yet
we are, slow-cooking dinner
spinning round and round
strung across spit
we wrap arms like pythons
suffocating in closeness
we pass breath back and forth
slithering skin giving soothing sensations
stealing my strength
I cant breathe
you're kisses, asphyxiating
hate being mouse
turn tides like moon
I flip you
wave crashing onto shore
storm-break
thunder-rattle
howl
push-pull
tear shoreline out
eat land whole
wolf-deer
hunter-prey
faster-faster-faster
hurry
make you
make you
make you
make-youmakeyoumakeyou
GOD
YES
you scream
this will not be the last time
inhale
safety off
exhale
pull trigger
you're right where I want
writhing in pleasure
numb to the world
you cant feel my python sliver
snakelike embrace
lost in ecstasy
an awake-sleep
I crave your salt
iron red
grizzle
you're my suckling pig
so innocent
strap you down
slick python coils
you lick salt
you crave salt
you love salt
almost as much as you love sex
love me
you don't
I know
this engagement was not for love
it was for sex, and salt
I am succubus
you are victim
deer to my salt lick
my skin tastes salty in the morning
but you...
battery acid. Iron
sweet perfume
vanilla shampoo
cute...
so cute
so cute and innocent
inhale
breathe deep
safety off
my blade comes out
licking lines across your arms
pausing at fingers
slowly pushing blade into flesh
I am starving pig
flesh in the pen
I flash blade into surface
wave crashing onto shore
skin-smooth
heart-strength
brain
intelligence-trading
tupi tribe tradition
ritual consumption
taste-pain
faster-faster-faster
hurry
make me
make me
make me
make-memakememakeme
exhale
pull trigger
GOD
YES
your flesh satisfies
giving me the strength to go on
whatever you had
is now mine
the ultimate of closeness
two beings become one.
The Purpose
This is my second blog for poetry, the first of which is sporadicly updated (curse you facebook notes for being my main place of writing!) and contains a variety of different pieces over the past few years. This blog is for a specific kind of poem I enjoy writing. The kind that are a bit darker and dirtier with knit and grit and all sorts of weird shit.
Ok... so what I really needed was an excuse to be able to write those poems without getting a whole bunch of shit like "WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU CHARLIE!" or "YOU'RE A SICK PUPPY LACERTE!"... or my favorite "Did you read the rape poem again? really?"
the fact that I have a poem known as the "rape" poem... should tell you that this is obviously a needed thing. No one wants to be seen as a weirdo or a closet psycho.
Some quick facts about me... I listen to a lot of pop and hip hop, i like bubblegum books, my favorite color is purple, i'm in the USMC reserves, I like kittens and puppies, i like dogs and not cats, i'm generally a pretty happy go lucky guy...
so no. i'm not a creepy death obsessed freaky-deaky-doo kinda guy. I'm pretty normal. If not a little dorky. I just happen to like horror and slasher ideas, and I like to write crazy poems.
We'll see how this goes.
Ok... so what I really needed was an excuse to be able to write those poems without getting a whole bunch of shit like "WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU CHARLIE!" or "YOU'RE A SICK PUPPY LACERTE!"... or my favorite "Did you read the rape poem again? really?"
the fact that I have a poem known as the "rape" poem... should tell you that this is obviously a needed thing. No one wants to be seen as a weirdo or a closet psycho.
Some quick facts about me... I listen to a lot of pop and hip hop, i like bubblegum books, my favorite color is purple, i'm in the USMC reserves, I like kittens and puppies, i like dogs and not cats, i'm generally a pretty happy go lucky guy...
so no. i'm not a creepy death obsessed freaky-deaky-doo kinda guy. I'm pretty normal. If not a little dorky. I just happen to like horror and slasher ideas, and I like to write crazy poems.
We'll see how this goes.
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