dark and twisted

Nonscience

The labcoats prescribed me a plan
To keep away the devil man
The dancing little lunatic who whispers in my ear
An undigested piece of beef Ebenezer suggests
8 hours of sleep and the voices will rest, cease
All the rooms will stop spinning and sidewalks lay flat
The garden gnomes with razor blades and adorable pointy hats
Approach with pitter pat
Of tiny little feet in glossy jackboots
Nazi repetition and crack troops invade my broken, hollow, flat, infested dreams
Crawling with the maggots of delirium
An onslaught of intravenous nutrition
Decision is incision is revision is revulsion of my compulsion to let the little loony have his way
Why not today?
What do you have planned?
Breakfast?
Lunch, perhaps?
Dinner, you say?
Why thank you so kindly for the advice
But you see I am in love with this other me
This witching hour splice
The mirror has received my love letter written in toothpaste so to clean my dirty mouth
A two-for-one special: I want in and he wants out
Lip-synching my derision
Reflect divinity in glass
Where is your reason that allows all this to pass for ample parts truth and water?
The necessity of lies?
Who should I believe and why?
And what have they invested?
Inasmuch this wherewithal, does use my pen to scribe
The mantra of my caterwaul
“What do I think and why?”
Oh bother it’s all improper anyway
I think I’ve crossed a line
Reflected divinity in glass
Toothpaste directions to a pancake breakfast
Lunch, perhaps?
Of course dear boy I’ll bring the duck
You go about your way
The little loon is dressed in skin
But I am just here to play
Nonsense
Non cents
Non scents

Visiter
Here I sit
Sewing...
No, not a quilt
Not a dress
But a human.
I am not making a human.
This one I happen to be destroying
I lick the end of the string,
Then put it through the eye of the needle
Slowely and carefully,
I painstakinly pierce through
The skin of the lips
On this being.
Yes, He is alive
But not intact
He deserves what he's getting
What is comming to him...
I continue sewing his lips shut.
He is allowed noise
But cannot make words.
I criss-cross up and down
Lip to lip
Then When I'm done,
I clip the extra string.
This "string" is his skin.
I have skinned this man
Just like a rabbit.
Leftover skin is hanging up in the corner.
I made sure he can see them.
Ive made sure he can see everything
That I am planning to do
And have done.
He's now seen it all...
But one thing I didnt tell you...
I undid his "manhood"
That which once was...

Is
Now
In
His
Throat

I have sewn his lips shut I remind you now
He cannot utter a word.
He is choking on himself
His eyes roll back
All you can see is the white.
I continue...
To sharpen my knife
For the next
visiter...

toothpaste and cigar smoke

makes a great breakfast
when you know everything
will soon be over
and you did everything
to make that
happen
I chew
on that thought
for quite a while
and I look up to see
what they see
the rocket is moving
leaving its streak in the sky
it's hard to see from here
but I know
the arc will be two degrees too
great
to achieve perfect orbit
and if not corrected
I'll have made something
last forever
even if nothing
is ever really gone
the rocket will always be
and I'll always be who I am
so I might be trapped as myself
but I made myself
something the world will remember
at least for a little while
I wonder which will
mean more
the individual suicide
or the astronomical catastrophe

pillowed walls    
    
     flickering twitching light    
    
    laughter snakes through cracks    
    
Incessant voices    
        singing and moaning    
   
i chew at my jacket    
      manic    
    
swatting at what's not there    
    
             heels clicking on hollow tiles    
    
               drawing closer    
    
    
                  c l o s e r     
    
    
         everything is on fire    
              I tell them but they don't believe me    
    
    
white monsters hold me tight    
   
     poison drips    
             into my arm    
    
     
the colors come    
    
    
       mmmmm
             i am    
               high    
    
    
       happy                          
                        
                                   
         i am numb                                     
    
    
      getting  HH  h  h    i     i   g     h     e      r     
    
    
    
trapped in cerebral subways                                
   
 
I am God here    
    
My empire    
    
My asylum    
    

Her callous tongue pecks at my skin

Sharpened words gnaw every cell


Methodically


until i am no longer impervious to the force


She is inside of me


Writhing

Scratching

stealing my nourishment


I am becoming frail

thin and breakable


She is peeling my muscles and membranes

feasting from inside


Tearing

Cracking

savoring the last pieces


Maybe once she has stripped my skeleton clean

she will leave me alone


A pile of broken bones

^^ love your poems :D

EVIL

banish me, betrayer of darkness.  
how evil is this mortal soul?  
I am darkness incomplete. seeing only that of my own.  
turn a blind eye to all those in need.  
they knew me like yesterday's breeze. warm and moist, comforting ease.  
now I am evil. I loathe the trees.  
this face you know will never be seen.  
I am the cold and the chill - the winter breeze.  
swoop down on black wings and eat me, if you can catch me.  
the needle stings.  
as it drains my life.  
empty me and my shell shall reside.  
far along the coastline where the whistling wind blows.  
I spoke of torment in faded lines.  
once when I was a child,  
never did I think of betraying the life of another.  
but the thrill of the heartbreak excites no other.  
that crushing blow of endless woes.  
so much suffering, tears of black that flow.  
remind me when my light has shone.  
 
my red moon rises this damned dusk.  
shine your cursed rays upon my aura.  
sin unto me all your evil deeds.  
I am whole. I am complete. misery - it calls to me.  
I want my fire. my need to kill, my deathly desire.  
'Slake my lust as I break your trust and drink your blood from these open wounds'.  
feed me my slave, your king commands you to.  
from slit wrists crimson drips and streaks across her arid face.  
her skin has peeled.  
she is old, concealed and weary of any disgrace.  
she hides as she cries.  
forever in torment under a tyrant of ice.  
the devil's heart bleeds to suffice.  
I lie on my face to see them crawl.  
while lunacy befalls the terrible call of the wicked, now screaming for sanity.  
savor your pleasure for greed is my bidding.  
this hungry soul yearns for a moment worth living.  
watch her moan as she ravages my throne.  
succubi of old. bathed in gold.  
A fallen crest upon her naked breast.  
be careful of the vines coming out of her cunt.  
venomous and hypnotic their bite is just.  
 
my red moon is setting in the violet dawn.  
the birds are anew.  
the silence so strong.  
life is fading.  
my throat runs dry.  
hell has risen.  
blacken the sky.  
Eternally.

Cloudy with a 60% chance of rice
Noodle blankets and ravioli pillows
Our hands knead the dough
Sprinkle cheese over everything
Squuezing lemons untill we're soaked
Asses of fire can only inspire
I knew you were a liar

Spaghetti noodles can't choke you
Take the guitar from that stupid love song
Rap those wire strings around that sexy neck

You're no good for me
But these cookies are so delicious
The sweet mouth-watering chocolate
Thinking or you till I die
Drop the phone
Forget you again
Strings around your neck
Drumsticks dug into your eyes
Mascarra to define my eyes
I'm going out tonight
Not like you can stop me

These harbringer of filth
Hacked off our limbs
Burned them to cinder
Ripped off our green hairs
Made it their shelter
Edify themselves
Undubious they're affirm
That we cannot feel
And that poor Fauna
blasphemous, what she went through
whilst they know she can feel
Still they drove a spear into her mouth
and right through her arse
Burned on unforgiving flame
Til it suits their peculiar taste
Juicy or less juicy
They then consume
Undubious they're affirm
That faunae are food
Even more bizzare and idiotic
They murder their own
This i cannot make sense of

Little do they know
How dark and twisted they are
And that We've already forsaken them
Their souls shall never live on paradise
when their mortality ends.

The GooD SoN...
Well after one...
It was her SoN...
Creepin through the door..
Wanting to explore..

His sexual idenity..
Screaming obsenities...

"Don't move Bitch!" .
I got an itch...
I need you to scratch.. Unmatched..

She lay still..

Approaching the bed..
He whispers and says...

Shhhhhhhh MomMa...
  I'm not gonna hurt you...

"Now close your eyes and open wide"...

Oohhhh.. Yes..
Take it all... Down to the balls...

I.. I .. I'm gonna cummm...

"Don't move!!"
"Swallow this shit!!

There we go... I think that's it...

"Oh Momma"..
I love you so much...
You've always had that maternal touch...

Now hold me close..
Like a mother should...

Whisper to me.. And tell me i'm good..

Craziest poem we can create huh? Sounds fun >:D