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Cringe Worthy Poetry

Eddie

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Pretty good

darkjungle

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I've got a dick and a knife and one of them is going in you.

M4xwell

Insanitarium

http://www.fimfiction.net/story/19878/1/pcu-bratwurst-cabbage-roll-nazi-free-fuck-vagina/the-whole-story

DashingRainbow

this is a haiku
you said to post bad poems
so here it is, douche

jaimzglohnd008

Secret song I don’t know what I would do without you
I wish we could spend eternity
But you are made of love and moon beams lets share what little time we have together
Secret song

Oh secret song you are the rainbow in the sky
Without you life seems dull
But you bring the light
I wish you didn’t have to go secret song

We seem to have forgotten magic and what it means to love
But you have shown the way Secret song

Im sad you have to go but we all have our time
I will never forget you secret song
I won’t forget you secret song

LaughingMan9

Gummi here's your spotlight

Eddie

@jaimzglohnd008:
that's the shit I'm looking for. Good stuff.

Eddie

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Parks

Ass To Ass

@LaughingMan9: Does this work?

From day one I talked about getting out
But not forgetting about
How my worst fears are letting out
He said why put a new address
On the same old loneliness
When breathing just passes the time
Until we all just get old and die
Now talking's just a waste of breath
And living's just a waste of death
And why put a new address
On the same old loneliness
And this is you and me
And me and you
Until we've got nothing left

Pat_RedHawk

roses are red
violets are blue
do you like candy?
get in my van

DashingRainbow

@Pat_RedHawk:
Dan/Dan

Eddie

@Pat_RedHawk:\
nice try pat, but that's not really cringe b/c it's obviously fake.

Eddie

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Eddie

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Eddie

I am sin in the flesh,
every breath is death,
evils are a part of me more a devil than ever seen,

Wrath boils the blood in my veins,
envy numbs my brain, as my power unfolds,
it is something to behold,

Greed is all I need to live,
reap what world has to give,
lust for violence and power with it,
so great I can't live without it,

Pride tells me I cannot die,
no matter how hard you try,
sloth tells me to take my time,
kill you with a slow demise,

As I gluttonize on your flesh,
consume you like the rest,

I need all 7 to live, until the world has nothing to give

Eddie

Darn you Ampersand!!!
Just go to r/cringepics and search poem or poetry
It's where I find most of them and got the idea. Pretty funny stuff you can find.

M4xwell

Insanitarium

And my shadow yearns .....
(for your flesh)
Will you meet me my fragile
for a rendezvous in a tomb
(we're daemonized)
Our rapture of passion
is beauty in darkness

And I could see … the perversity
(in your eyes)
The burning frost of your lips
bite me kiss me desire me
(we're sacred)
Our symphony of damnation
is beauty in blasphemy

And my diseased soul screams
(for your ecstasy)
Will you be my walker of shadows
delight me with sinister sin
(we're black fire)
Our funeral of euphoria
will break satan's black heart .....

LaughingMan9

@Parks: Not even LInkin Park can top the teen angst I saw on his tumblr

M4xwell

Insanitarium


It slowly kills its victims.
First taking over their body,
then slowly making their souls decay
over the years.
They stop leaking with any
type of feeling.
They lock themselves up in their rooms,
keeping the whole damn world out.
They take razor blades
and drive them across their flawless wrists,
watching the blood spin down the drain.
They stay up late,
staring out their windows with blank stares,
wishing that they could be left alone
so they can just rot away in their invisible coffins.
They're enjoying the suffering...
But soon they just end up in a mental hospital
or their very own grave,
rotting away like they always wanted.
So many people are attacked by this,
like me.
I was one.
I may always be one.
But.
I don't have the scars,
or the wounds
to prove it to you.
I have been a victim.
I am a victim,
that's still trying to get away
from this mental beast.

M4xwell

Insanitarium

Her smile is beautiful,
Like it will never fade.
But that's just the way,
This game is played.
Inside she is cursing,
At the pain she has to hold.
She is holding back hatred,
That can never be told.
How forcibly hungry,
her eyes are for blood.
She wants to see it gush from her wrists,
forming a miniature flood,
A flood on the floor,
That will hold many ideas,
She wants to feel in touch with her core,
And at ease with her soul.
She wants to feel no more hatred,
Even if they think she is a fool.
She doesnt care anymore.
She wants her stories untold.
There is no more time for goodbyes,
Her plan has a limit.
Finally she sighs,
She has decided to go with it.
She slowly slices away,
The soft, warm flesh.
This must be finished today.
So she cuts herself faster,
Then she sees all of her family,
bursting out in laughter.
She can see the world,
A much better place.
So she continues cutting,
Speeding up her pace.
Finally she falls to the floor,
Landing in a puddle of blood.
The last time they see her,
Is as she is burried into the mud.
The cries of her family,
Are all that is heard,
She is gone and they are sad,
her life went like a bird.
Her life flew away,
As quikly as it had come,
And her family regrets leaving her home that day.
For now she is dead.
and it is not pretty.
For how foolish she was,
its her family that I pity.

M4xwell

Insanitarium

'Help, help, ' said a man. 'I'm drowning.'
'Hang on, ' said a man from the shore.
'Help, help, ' said the man. 'I'm not clowning.'
'Yes, I know, I heard you before.
Be patient dear man who is drowning,
You, see I've got a disease.
I'm waiting for a Doctor J. Browning.
So do be patient please.'
'How long, ' said the man who was drowning. 'Will it take for the Doc to arrive? '
'Not very long, ' said the man with the disease. 'Till then try staying alive.'
'Very well, ' said the man who was drowning. 'I'll try and stay afloat.
By reciting the poems of Browning
And other things he wrote.'
'Help, help, ' said the man with the disease, 'I suddenly feel quite ill.'
'Keep calm.' said the man who was drowning, ' Breathe deeply and lie quite still.'
'Oh dear, ' said the man with the awful disease. 'I think I'm going to die.'
'Farewell, ' said the man who was drowning.
Said the man with the disease, 'goodbye.'
So the man who was drowning, drownded
And the man with the disease past away.
But apart from that,
And a fire in my flat,
It's been a very nice day.

M4xwell

Insanitarium

He proposed in the dunes,



they were wed by the sea,



Their nine-day-long honeymoon
was on the isle of Capri.



For their supper they had one specatular dish-
a simmering stew of mollusks and fish.
And while he savored the broth,
her bride's heart made a wish.

That wish came true-she gave birth to a baby.
But was this little one human
Well, maybe.



Ten fingers, ten toes,
he had plumbing and sight.
He could hear, he could feel,
but normal?
Not quite.
This unnatural birth, this canker, this blight,
was the start and the end and the sum of their plight.



She railed at the doctor:
"He cannot be mine.
He smells of the ocean, of seaweed and brine."



"You should count yourself lucky, for only last week,
I treated a girl with three ears and a beak.
That your son is half oyster
you cannot blame me.
... have you ever considered, by chance,
a small home by the sea?"



Not knowing what to name him,
they just called him Sam,
or sometimes,
"that thing that looks like a clam"

Everyone wondered, but no one could tell,
When would young Oyster Boy come out of his shell?



When the Thompson quadruplets espied him one day,
they called him a bivalve and ran quickly away.

One spring afternoon,
Sam was left in the rain.
At the southwestern corner of Seaview and Main,
he watched the rain water as it swirled
down the drain.



His mom on the freeway
in the breakdown lane
was pouding the dashboard-
she couldn't contain
the ever-rising grief,
frustration,
and pain.



"Really, sweetheart," she said
"I don't mean to make fun,
but something smells fishy
and I think it's our son.
I don't like to say this, but it must be said,
you're blaming our son for your problems in bed."



He tried salves, he tried ointments
that turned everything red.
He tried potions and lotions
and tincture of lead.
He ached and he itched and he twitched and he bled.



The doctor diagnosed,
"I can't quite be sure,
but the cause of the problem may also be the cure.
They say oysters improve your sexual powers.
Perhaps eating your son
would help you do it for hours!"



He came on tiptoe,
he came on the sly,
sweat on his forehead,
and on his lips-a lie.
"Son, are you happy? I don't mean to pry,
but do you dream of Heaven?
Have you ever wanted to die?



Sam blinked his eye twice.
but made no reply.
Dad fingered his knife and loosened his tie.



As he picked up his son,
Sam dripped on his coat.
With the shell to his lips,
Sam slipped down his throat.



They burried him quickly in the sand by the sea
-sighed a prayer, wept a tear-
and they were back home by three.

A cross of greay driftwood marked Oyster Boy's grave.
Words writ in the sand
promised Jesus would save.



But his memory was lost with one high-tide wave.

M4xwell

Insanitarium

Replying to OP: Shall I go on?

Parks

Ass To Ass

@LaughingMan9; That "poem" was Pete Wentz' "speech" from "Get Busy Living, Or Get Busy Dying".

Eddie

@M4xwell:
sure

LaughingMan9

@Parks: Boy is my face red

M4xwell

Insanitarium

The truth I hold, took years to unfold, locked up and never told.
Now I speak, for I am done being weak.
A story I will tell, awakening the pits of hell.
Pinned against the wall, being six a little small.
Tongue against my chest, you can imagine the rest.
Touching, feeling, my eyes rolling to the ceiling.
I push away, forced down, I am here to stay and pray.
Day and night, always full of fright Kissing, sucking, nonstop fucking.
Crying, weeping, always happened when they're sleeping.
Was I that bad of a kid?
Why was I auctioned with this demon to bid?
Sold to the pervert in the chair, dragged off stage by the strings of my hair.
No one cares about you he said, cutting my wrist wishing I were dead.
He's right you see, all these years no one gave a damn about me.
A puppet I am to him, dangling from limb to limb.
The Years pass on by, I have no tears left to cry.
I escaped this hate, no more videos left to tape.
Visits became less and less, I'm starting to grow up a mess.
Drinking here, smoking there, my life is hard to share.
Making friends with the junkies, parading around town like diseased monkeys. Everyday that goes by, I feel ashamed and left to die.
I Tried to share my story to those I trust, But all they wanted was my lust.
Met a boy, come to find out I was just his toy.
I wanted to help his soul, but instead I paid his toll.
Being punched in the face, always leaving with a trace.
Left in harms way, wasted with no place to stay.
Wondering the streets, giving myself to men with sheets.
Crying while we fuck, gasping for air the more they struck.
I always gave myself for free, It was you who ashamed me.
No respect for myself, no metal to place on a shelf.
Falling down to dirt, cloths stained, blood stained skirt.
The cold making me shiver, Drinking the flask and damaging my liver.
Why should I care about my life, here I go carving myself with a knife.
Blood dripping down my thigh, hatred fills me like a high.
All numb, can't feel a thing, the mourning doves ready to sing.
I am not dead, Just hanging by a thread.
The ambulance speeding so fast, all I can see is a movie of my past.
All stitched up ready to go, put your cloths on you stupid hoe.
Here I go this life I lead to know, take a seat and watch the show.
Dancing for there eyes to see, please God set me free.
A man took me home that night, my eyes sparkled full of fright.
He was addicted to drugs, veins shot up, full of bugs.
Leaving me in the ghettos, dreaming I was frolicking in meadows.
Touched and abused I was, just so he could get a meth buzz.
Smoke filled air, the smell is hard to bare.
Watching him fly like a kite, he cheers me while I get fucked in the night.
His eyes so black, pinning me like a thumbtack.
The years passed on by, still living my past as a lie.
I did survive this life, I have now retired my knife.
Scars still there, people look at them and stare.
I am sad at times, past full of all these crimes.
Smiling to all, putting my hands out, breaking my fall.
I would like to share my voice, It's up to me to make that choice.

M4xwell

Insanitarium

Dear mum,
This is your son,
I am writing this to you,
To tell you I’m done.

Hold back those tears,
Please don’t cry
Don’t make this any harder,
For me tonight.

You will see,
This is the only way,
For I am too much of a burden,
To you everyday.

I know by now,
You’ve met my soul mate,
Her name is Snow White,
This was just fate.

Slowly slowly,
She led me away,
From your warm nest,
Each and everyday.

All the lies and deceit,
I had to tell,
I can’t stop now,
I am completely under her spell.

When you found out,
And you didn’t believe my lies,
Again I’m so sorry,
For giving you those black eyes.

Every night you stayed up,
Dreading that knock on the door,
Is the number of reasons,
I can no longer ignore.

There is no way out,
Of this darkness and despair,
A long time ago,
God abandoned your prayers.

So you see,
There is only one way,
To kill myself now,
And end the pain today.

For this brief moment,
My thoughts are clear,
These ten more doses,
Means relief for you is near.

Don’t blame yourself mum,
You raised me right,
I messed everything up,
But I'll fix this tonight.

You may not see it now
But over time your pain will ease
I love you, goodbye
Yours sincerely, now at peace

M4xwell

Insanitarium

Sitting in a cold damp cage
Too small for comforts woe
I lay doing all I can
To keep holding on
Atleast 'till morning

Our "caretakers" abuse us
They are truly evil
And like demons in the night
They steal our pups
Our pride and joy
Whom we never see again

But I digress
I hold no hate
Because I have hope
For a brighter future

Not for me
But for my pups
They will live the better life
With people to love and who care
They are the reason I sacrifice
Every day to these monsters
To live a life worth dying for

But not I

Whilst I lie here in the dark
Thinking of past and future disgressions
And of this bleak and depressing world
In whick I survive
The world and life of the Myself.

M4xwell

Insanitarium

Where I reside now…is not my home. Well, technically it is. I have lived there for more than almost two and a half years, but it still isn’t home.

Home is where the smell of apple-cinnamon fills the house during Christmas; when tons of tasty food covers the kitchen tables, and family members dig into the dishes.

Home is where I spent my childhood; where the room I slept in’s walls were a mix between the palest pink, white, and grey; the walls covered with my name and stickers, and the Elmo sandbox I played in when I was five.

I used to ride my bicycle down the street and back, and spend time at the neighbor’s house. I remember reading a favourite book of mine, while walking my dog down our long street.

Home, where I would walk outside with bare feet, cringing with every step because there were rocks covering the ground. The bonfire would be set ablaze and I’d get close enough only to back away again because it was too hot.

Now home is a foreign place to me. I no longer smell the sweet fragrance of apple-cinnamon during Christmas. The food seems to be less as is the family.

Where my room is now one color, white, and contains two boys beds; the stickers gone and the walls now freshly scribbled on. The Elmo sandbox is gone and probably sand less.

My bike is old and rusty with a baby seat attached. The neighbors aren’t as friendly. My book isn’t as fascinating and no longer is a favourite. My dog is getting old and no longer wishes to walk.
I wear shoes outside, and the ground is covered with dirt. It’s too much of a hassle to go outside, only to smell like smoke when you returned. The seats that surrounded the fire are empty.

My home is now filled with everything I used to know. My world is different than when I was a child. I’ve grown, and can see that there is no evidence that I even existed there.

They’ve replaced me. Two little boys, my nephews, are now my Daddy’s favourite babies.

I am at the end of the boot, and have been replaced.

Home is where the heart is, but what happens when that heart is broken?

M4xwell

Insanitarium

I see your reflection in a puddle.

Water has dripped
From swollen cloud spleens,
Burned slowly and
Dragged from oceans
To hurtle and topple
Towards the Earth,
Thousands of miles from
Origin.
It has collected,
Silver and sleeping
In crevices of
Man-made landscape,
Greyed by fog and
Poisoned by smog.
It has become
Impure, an alloy,
Picking up dust
And urine and shame
Along city streets,
Until settling, cringing,
In a dim little indent
In a concrete universe.

I see your reflection in a puddle.

M4xwell

Insanitarium

I still remember the dark dirty floor

of the toy shed in the backyard.

The pain as every piece of clothing I had on

was getting torn off in fast motions.

The hand covering my

mouth as I screamed for someone to help me.

The help never came.


As I screamed with the sweaty hand over my mouth

I thought that this was it,

I was going to die.

I was only six years old,

all my hopes and dreams were over,

nothing pursued.


The pain was something I'd never felt before,

it wasn't a cut nor a scrap.

This pain would never go away or heal.

Then as if time stood still

I lay there thinking what my parents would think

when I told them what had happened.

I tried so hard to get myself to safety,

but I was weak every move I made

felt like the world was crashing down on me.


When really it was a fourteen year old boy crushing me

as he forced his way into my innocence.

Taking away every purity I had

and leaving me with pain and suffering.


At that moment I prayed that I would die.

For to live a life with this pain and wound that would never heal was

unbearable.

As I stopped screaming I thought I had died.

The pain was still there but I felt a light shine on me.

As I looked up I realized the torture was over he had fled

the toy shed and went back into his house.

I lay there naked in my own blood trying to figure out why this all

happened, and why it had happened to me.


To this day there isn't a moment that goes by that I

don't think about that day in the toy shed.

The pain and suffering still lurks in my head as I dream at night.

It isn't forgotten and never will be,

for that is how I learn and grow.

Sharing and preventing is something I strive for.


No one should feel that way.

No one should cause that pain.

For that pain lasts a life time.

M4xwell

Insanitarium

Replying to OP: This is enough for today, I guess. As you may see, i love poetry and i am sorta fucked-up too.

Shannon

Queen

Rose are red,
Violets are blue,
Poems are hard,
Let's fuck.

forcep

BANNED

in the end you
smell like poo

Carlsbean

BANNED

dicknigger
buttslut
cuntpunt
Carlsbean
fuck shit tits ass spic pussy cunt bastard bitch bastard kike

Carlsbean

BANNED

@Carlsbean: FUCKING KIKE ADAM SANDLER JEW

Carlsbean

BANNED

niggers smell like shit
those bastards smell like burnt hair
fucking animals

Carlsbean

BANNED

Jews did WTC
Adam Sandler made the plan
Thank you based Leonard

Carlsbean

BANNED

poetry is gay
your all gay fags who like dick
ill beat you in COD

Carlsbean

BANNED

im the quiksckope king
i use the intervention
ACOG is for fags

shenmoki

BANNED

Roses are blue
Violets are red
Wait no they aren't
fuck

M4xwell

Insanitarium

there is no explanation for what I have done,
no reasoning behind it, i didnt do it for the fun.
No way I can take it back,
I can't turn around the clock.

Never did I think I would hurt you like this,
I want to heal all your pain with just one kiss.
Will you let me back in, if you knew my regret,
can't you ever forgive and learn to forget.

Don't you see I still love you,
you are my world.
No one else do I place above,
don't leave me here in this place with no one to love.

Please believe what I say,
for it's the whole truth.
Never doubt the love I have for you,
for it keeps growing every day.

No words will ever be able to express my regret,
but I hope you understand how trully sorry I am.

M4xwell

Insanitarium

All alone I sit and cry
I wonder why I can't just let myself die

I lay on my bed
Covering my head

The marks he leaves are red
But inside I'm already dead

I hope tonight he just falls asleep
So here in silence I may weep
Everyday I clean and clean
But he gets more and more mean

He comes to my room
And I feel I'm doomed

I wish I could run
Run from what he calls "fun"

But the torture has just begun
Sometimes I wish I had his gun

I wish he was gone
I wish he had never done wrong

I wish I could be alone
Or just run from home

But home is all I've ever known
I can never be alone...

He is always there
Ready to tear

And I'm always here
Full of Tears......

M4xwell

Insanitarium

@shenmoki: good Try.

M4xwell

Insanitarium

Winter is here, the air is cold, the snow is deep.

His favourite time of year, he loved the outdoors and the
challenges of the hunt, the fish, the race.

We planned together, worked together to prepare, and then raced
together as only a son and father can.

We shared our victories and defeats as only two best friends can.

The pictures of Christmas past are only images on a glossy
piece of paper.

They are no longer memories to relive and share together.

There are no more races to be won or lost.

There are no more stories of the hunt or the fish.

There are only memories of what was and the realization
of what there will not be.

I had to cry tonight.

M4xwell

Insanitarium

If anyone will listen,
to what I'm about to say,
please understand the hurt I feel,
And how I got this way.

Left behind in darkness,
wedged between walls of ice,
I pray that someone hears me,
friend, foe, or even Jesus Christ.

Isolated in my fears,
caught between truth and the lies.
Will someone hear me screaming,
Or hear my desperate, pleading cries?

I don't believe in loving,
or having a caring friend,
because the second that you trust them,
is the second that they bend.

So In this hallow heart of mine,
Is a ivy of envy that's staring to twine,
and sprout the weeds of guilt,
That slowly began to quilt,

Over my hatred that began to grow,
Over my soul's ocean to ever flow,
Which to that I began to fall,
and to which I lost it all.

I'm sorry for the people I've hurt,
With this death I have presented,
But seeing what this could've been,
There's nothing that could've been prevented.

M4xwell

Insanitarium

one sad cold night
a boy sat in his chair
picked up a gun
as he ran his fingers through his hair
he sat and cried as he thought
everything that’s happened
has all been my fault
he said if I was gone
this would all be better
and he told her
"I love you now more than ever"
he said "trust me
this is for the best
you will see
cause after I'm gone
no more fighting, you'll be free"
he grabbed a bullet
an put it in the gun
said, "I love you so much
but now I have to run"
he said "I'm sorry I can't take this no more.
I've let down so many people
I wish I could go back to before"
he hung up the phone
and pulled the trigger
looked down at his chest
as the pain grew bigger
his eyes filled with tears
they started to pour
as soon as his family ran in
he fell to the floor

M4xwell

Insanitarium

I can’t stand to live anymore
I just want to die and end it all.
The pain of living is just the start,
I’m sorry that I’m breaking your heart.
It started with hate, but now it’s little too late.
My life is a mess and I can only confess,
That inside it hurts none the less.
I’m sorry for all the trouble I’ve caused,
But in the end it’ll be okay because this is the only way.
I’m sorry for worrying you, I’m sorry for distressing you.
I’m sorry for killing you inside.
Mum it saddens me to see you cry
You’re the one who helped me get by.
You taught me to walk
You taught me to talk.
Without you I wouldn’t even be here and I will always hold you dear.
Dad you’re the greatest guy in the world.
I never appreciated the time we had.
Inside I was daddy’s girl
But I never showed you I cared
Without your guidance I wouldn’t be here
You told me that I never had to fear.
For such a long time I have felt this way and all I have to say is
“I love you†but it doesn’t seem like enough.
I know what you are about to go though is tough.
You are the best parents a girl could ever have.
It’s just, all I want to do is die.
So this, I guess, is my goodbye.

ReservoirDog

sometimes when I shit
it hurts a little bit
so I saw the doctor today
and he said stop itching your asshole so much

M4xwell

Insanitarium

A blood stained floor,
An opportunity missed,
A life unlived,
A bleeding wrist.

A silent scream,
A silent cry,
A moment of weakness,
a minute goes by.

A decision made,
A taken life,
A letter written,
A razor knife.

A broken home,
A mess to clean,
An empty gap,
A horror seen.

M4xwell

Insanitarium

I never told you because I thought you knew,
but I am not sure that would change what you planned so long to do.

I had a funny feeling something was wrong,
when my cell phone went off at two in the morning- playing our song.

And then I woke to find that you had died,
but I couldn't find the tears or I would've cried.

Your parents loved you and they told you,
but that didn't stop what you planned so long to do.

You were a terrific person, a tough and determined guy
I never saw you worry and I never saw you cry.

I have wasted many tears on you,
I have prayed for you too.

But every day I wonder if you'd still be here if you knew,
if only you listened, you would have known I loved you too.

M4xwell

Insanitarium

@ReservoirDog: Beautiful.

M4xwell

Insanitarium

I promise I will be there.
Words with empty meaning, words screaming through the halls of my mind as they make their course.
I know he lies.
I know I won't see him until the echo is heard, until the message smacks the back of the wall. Not the wall of innocence though.
Can one echo pass through two circles at once?
I wait. No answer.
The doorbell rings but no-one can hear above all this noise.

Not but smiles and scraped knees when we first met
“you’ve been in the wars†my mum would say.
The war was the best part.
Late. But time does not matter, time is on your wrist is all.
Hope. Chance. Fresh faces.
Another child sprung from your passion, another knee scraped smile.
The race begins but I was always taller, always faster.
Every half a moon we would meet that child and I.
The white box is flying with the butterflies and pink wings now.

That’s when the screaming started. It was only a whisper then.
Two worlds colliding in one body, the mind won’t cope. It can’t cope.
Can one echo pass through two circles at once?
Hope becomes fear, chance is unwanted and fresh faces turn sour
Now that the third man is new.

My scraped knees and smile are aging.
The war is ending. The war was the worst part.
My legs are stronger and hiding beneath the flowing material
my mouth is slower to turn, it is wiser, more hesitant.
There are flashing lights and a man who wants to be flying.
I won't let him soar with me, nor with the other knee scraped smile who’s mouth is also changing. The sky is still ours.

The white box was emptied that night
Split in three, or four.
I promise I will be there. Is it the third man who speaks?
I wait.
No answer.

M4xwell

Insanitarium

Some people are blind by sight,
Some are by mind.
I have sight,
But my mind is blind.

What I see in life's game,
And what exist,
Is not the same.
So I run from the mist.

M4xwell

Insanitarium

The only thing I can see through the window is thick rain drops piercing down on my conscious.
I stay in the middle of my bed curled up and trying to shield myself from the unknown.
I feel like it is never going to shine and never going to stop raining.
The night seems restless and everlasting.
A loud Roar of wind comes crashing down on my window.
I feel that it’s trying to get inside and take me away.
Why can’t this night end soon?!
I’m utterly alone in confining myself to this prison called home.
I’m in solitude that has despair written all around it.
There’s no where else to turn.
Desperate for this night to be over.
I’m daring the sun to come out,
But it doesn’t.
My ears catch every rain drop that falls, while my eyes are blinded shut by darkness.
I stay curled in my fragile state, wishing for this dreadful night to end.
There’s no peaked window that is not surrounded by the pitch black darkness of the night.
There’s no opening of light to which my skin feels warmth.
There’s no crystal clear view, only the solitary confinement which I’m in.
I have nothing else to do but sit and wait.
Quietly crunched in my bed, waiting for darkness to fade into the sunlight.
I will wait!
Trying to contain my thoughts in silence.
I must simply wait…..In hopes that I will not fade within the darkness.

M4xwell

Insanitarium

What I feel they may never understand,
it's not like its difficult or hard to comprehend.

But it's what lies behind my every pull,
I've done it so much sometimes I don't even know.

Where'd it all go wrong,
God curse that day.
Little did I know it would take my everything away.

My love, my joy, my truth, my hope,
the day I began you, I blindly signed that oath.
The oath that strangles and tears me apart,
ripping piece by piece, till there's nothing but my heart.

The heart that feels every single thing, no mouth to use,
nothing but sting.

When people look at me, what do they see?
a girl? a friend? a masterpiece?

Knitted together with letdowns and lies,
hiding inside feelings continue to rise.

But my! that masterpiece, look but do not touch!
You can care about the outside,
but isn't that enough?

Well no one likes and undercover mess,
so I just stay right here...
and try to live my ''best''.

ReservoirDog

@M4xwell: Thanks, here's another one, but this is serious.

Your mind is gone but it not rotten.
Your brains still here while your away.
So drink your whiskey until you drop it.
The concrete hurts just like your ache.

Your bones are weak just like your conscience.
Your will is gone and so is your presence.
Remove your medal from your front pocket
and throw it down glory isn't what you sought.

Your mind is gone but your hearts still present.
Your brains still here while your away.
So swallow your pride until you've spent it.
The ground still hurts just like your pain.

M4xwell

Insanitarium

@ReservoirDog:
Damn... good, mate. Good. Poetry, for me, helps me out overcome something I must not speak of. In the end, it helps me out and shows me different perspective of places i may have been/can be in/ hopefully never will be in.

M4xwell

Insanitarium

I sit alone in the darkness
Waiting...
Waiting for him to come back to me.
Can he hear my cries?
Can he feel my tears?
Can he sense my breaking heart?
God only knows such a fact.
How can this be that he can't see me?
Is it because I'm sitting alone in the darkness?
I just walk past everyone as if I were invisible.
Can he see me now?
Can he see the pain he's caused me?
Or does he look past it?
I think I should move on,
But something tells me to wait.
It's my heart.
I'll give him one more chance
He needs to prove his love to me.
As I return to sit alone in the darkness...
Waiting.

M4xwell

Insanitarium

I’m so torn as I sit alone in a lifeless jumble of secret thoughts,
Wanting to end this bitter pain for some relief,
even momentarily.
It won’t subside,
This negative force that breaks my heart and kills my joy.
Feeling sorry with useless tears,
Are nights long gone,
The visceral truth is lain bare.

Fear is the only motivation to carry on this cowardly charade,
Isolation,
The only option not to scare the world.
Not able to grasp at the offer of life,
No longer able to play the optimist.
I will surely sink and wither away,
Perhaps that's the way to go,
Sink into the depths of despair,
Drown in the uselessness of it all.

M4xwell

Insanitarium

Hush, little sister
Please don't cry
I wish I could be there
To sing you a lullaby

I can see your arms
Bloodied and bruised
That's strange, little sister
Mine were like that too

I know you scream
When Daddy's there
Hush, little sister
I know you're scared

I can see the way
He's hurting you
I'm sorry, little sister
He did that to me too

I know that people
Ignore what's going on at home
That makes me angry, little sister
You shouldn't have to be alone

Hey, little sister
You want to know why I'm not there?
It's a sad story, little sister
But people should care

You see, little sister
One day Daddy got high
You were asleep in your crib
So you didn't hear my cry

He screamed at me
And smashed my head against the door
While you slept, little sister
I died on the floor

You know, little sister
I don't think that I would have died
If someone had only bothered
To listen to my cries

But hush, little sister
Daddy's coming home
Quick, get into bed
You don't want him to find you alone

I'm sorry little sister
He's in a bad mood
Run while you can

Uh oh little sister
He's lifting his belt
Scream while you can, little sister
Call for help

Hush little sister
You don't need to cry
No one can hurt you
You're in my arms tonight.

M4xwell

Insanitarium

He came into my life
when I was just a little girl
I was happy and young
And then he changed my world

One night I was in bed
And he came to say goodnight
except he took a little longer
before he turned out the light

He really hurt me that night
And I didn't know what to do
I thought it happened to most
well every little boy and girl

I lay in bed that night
Hurting inside and out
tears streaming down my face
I tried hard not to shout out

I put that tragic night
to the back of my head
playing games at school
there was nothing to be said

A year had passed along
and then it happened again
My mum was out at work
it was him and me again

I was sat next to him
just watching the TV
when he pulled me close to him
and again molested me

I thought it only happened once
When I had done something bad
but now I knew I was wrong
I felt alone and sad

And 8 years on I got
the courage to tell someone
the police got involved and stuff
I was hated by my mum

she kicked me out that day
and stuck right by his side
saying I was attention seeking
and that it was all lies

so in the end it got too much
and I told the police I lied
everything went back to normal
I swear I wish I'd died

everything was going well
until he sent me those texts
saying he would kill himself
it was all my fault instead

so I went back to the police
and told them it all again
he's moved out for now
its investigating time again

but my mum still hates me
and thinks its all a lie
I feel so alone right now
I wish I would just die

I've told a couple of friends
but its hard for them you see
to put up with something as stupid
as a teenager like me

all I do is mope and cry
because no-one understands
what I feel inside each day
please someone take my hand

I cut myself sometimes
When the pain gets too much
I hate him for what he did
and where he used to touch

I often think I'll run away
or step into the road
my future seems so black and dim
I'm only 17 years old

And if the case is dropped
he will come back home again
and I'll be back to where I began
In a world of sadness and pain

I hope someone hears my cry
and says they understand
I just don't know what to do anymore
I'm scared and on my own

So you see I'm stuck forever
I just want to scream and shout
But there's something you have to know
That for me, there's no way out

M4xwell

Insanitarium

My Name Is Sasha
My Sister Is Leigh
I am six
And she is three

Our dads always mad
He screams and he yells
I don’t think he likes us
It's easy to tell

Mums only kind
When dad's not around
And when he is home
She hardly makes a sound

Mums always out,
Never home
Dads always drunk,
And always alone

As soon as we hear
Those jingly keys
We run and hide
We run and plea

We find a place
And curl up tight
I hold her hand
And she holds mine

And soon enough
Dad then walks in
Don’t make a sound, don’t say a word
I pray inside, deep within

But Leigh, she cannot help herself
For the pain is just too much
"O-God" she yells
"Why are you so mean?"

He doesn't like what she has said
And beats her even more
And with one last hit
Hard and strong, he pulls away and watches

She takes one last Gasp of air
Our hands still holding
Then falls to the ground where I sat
And doesn't move a muscle

I stare at him
My eyes so blue
He looks at me
And yells "O you!"

"How dare you
Make me so mad
This is all your fault
Go cry be sad!"

My name is Sasha
My sister is Leigh
I am six
And my beautiful sister was only three

That day my Daddy
Murdered her
My best friend
She was my world

We stuck together
Through thick and thin
But now she’s gone
I’m lost within

When I was six my sister three
My Daddy murdered Leigh
Since that day I have not spoke
For it's speaking that made her die.

M4xwell

Insanitarium

Sitting alone under the night sky so black,
Nobody knows what she's holding back,
Pulling her sleeves past the black and blue,
Once these bruises fade they'll come back anew.

Looking up at the stars so high,
Sometimes she wishes she could melt into the sky,
Out of her eye drops a single tear,
As she realizes she has to face her worst fear.

At the thought of home she shutters,
And a prayer for help she mutters,
Her angry father's face shakes in her head,
And her broken heart fills with dread.

The front door creaks as she steps inside,
Jumping over beer bottles she runs to hide,
Sliding under her bed she tries not to make a sound,
Too late: the floor creaks as she touches the ground.

She tries to hold back the tears, he hits her harder when she cries,
But they slip out as the heavy steps get closer, she's terrified,
The door slams open, the pain is about to come,
Her dad's clothes smell like smoke and rum.

He lifts her up by a chunk of her hair,
Taking the first punch he begins to swear,
She cries for help, but it's to late,
He won't stop till he's got out all the hate.

A daily routine, but tonight it's not the same,
Tonight the end of the beating never came,
A few hours later the ambulance arrives,
Her life is over at the age of 5.

M4xwell

Insanitarium

it is sad to see that i am basically the only one who still wishes to know more of this and post. but, it is what it is.

M4xwell

Insanitarium

@M4xwell: fuck it, more.

M4xwell

Insanitarium

I miss the times when you were here
telling me to have no fear
To hold my head up high and strong
add happy notes to my sad song

I miss the way you look at me
As if I were too blind to see
The path I’m on might hurt and scathe
But all goes well if you just have faith

I miss the sound of your sweet voice
Through bitter times a saving noise
That told me what was right and wrong
But rang in my ears for far too long

A caring person, you were such
That helped and hurt me, oh so much
You’d guide and mislead me through the day
You left me lonely when I’d rather you stay

Over things like that you had no control
A rock set in motion will continue to roll
No matter how hard you tug and heave
You were always pushed and forced to leave

Then one day you never returned
My tears so hot they almost burned
Aware now about what I lack
But crying and mourning wont bring you back

For me to let out what I need to say
I can’t do much more than pray
No longer am I weak, my hearts quite strong
From adding a happy chorus to a sad, sad song

M4xwell

Insanitarium

What Is Love ?
and why does love never find me
Instead Broken Hearts Surround Me
And once again the wrong man found me
Saying he wouldn't hurt me
but in the end he didn't deserve me
What Is Love?
and why doesn't love know my name
I prayed to god that it would change
But true love never came
What Is Love?
I ask myself time after time,
why is love so blind,
or I shouldn't waist my time
I guess Broken Hearts are only made for me,
Because love finds everyone else but love never found me....

M4xwell

Insanitarium

Where do I go?
When I'm feeling so lost and I don't want to be found.
When I'm looking and listening for that peace in my heart.
But I know I'll never hear that sound.
Where do I go?
Where do I go when I'm trying to laugh but all I can do I cry?
I'm trying to keep on living because I'm not ready to die.
Where do I go because the sun never seems to shine?
Can you give me my life back it's not yours it's mine?
How do I keep going, how do I fight this fight?
I'm tired of feeling beat down, but I'm trying with all my might!
Where do I go when my head hangs so low?
Please give me an answer because I just don't know!
Where do I go?
Does it take very long?
For me to find that peace and a place where I belong.
I need you to help me, help me to take a stand.
I'm scared to do it by myself, will you please take my hand?
Where do I go? Where do I go? Where do I go?
Do you know?

M4xwell

Insanitarium

Isolation, there's no one around,
Out in the boondocks,
So far from town.

Isolation, out on his own,
With no one around him,
And without a home.

Isolation, like a hermit of old,
Barefoot in summer,
And in winter so cold.

Isolation, with a stone cold face,
He's said his good-byes,
To the whole human race.

Isolation, he'll die in the wild,
With no one to mourn him,
Poor lonely child.

M4xwell

Insanitarium

You have no beloved- a sensual isolation.
You are not a beloved- an emotional isolation.
You have no friends- a physical isolation.
You are not a friend- a spiritual isolation.

M4xwell

Insanitarium

@LaughingMan9: I'll take it from here.

aldude3

Here is a haiku:

Yolo Swag

Yolo Swag Yolo

Swag Yolo

DUDE WHAZZ UP

I saw some good poetry so I had to quickly create an account so I can post some of mine. By the way I usually write free-verse. This poem is titled Addiction:

I have this addiction, I’m losing my sight, with this addiction I’m losing my light, I don’t know how to get this fill, Why is it that my mind keeps whispering KILL, How am I supposed to get by, When sleep deprivation is the only way to get high, The problems I have just keep arising, Look at this skin see my bones starvation is here and done, Cause everything I eat just makes me sick, Why has my heartbeat become a tick, I look in the mirror but don’t see myself, My eyes glazed over looking at a dark lifeless self. I punch the brick wall till my fists lose feeling, And scratch at my chest till my skin starts peeling, I stick a needle in my arm full of Hydrofluoric acid just to get a high feeling as my insides are searing, As my brain is deteriorating I’m becoming more insaney, And my body consuming itself cause I’m lazy, I’m smoking my deceased president’s fingers, And eating his brains as my munchies while I’m blazing, Mash a prostitutes bones up to a powder while they’re still in her body and snort out the dust and blood through a steel straw, Yet my fill is still not filled, and my life source is running on empty, This addiction is killing me, simply.

DUDE WHAZZ UP

@M4xwell:
Hey dude, I noticed most your pieces are about isolation, and they're pretty dope, huge respect! So I was wondering if I could post more disturbing poems? Would that still fall into this category?

SpongeyGString

Akari~n!

@aldude3: I love it.

M4xwell

Insanitarium

@DUDE WHAZZ UP: Go for it.

Acetal

@M4xwell: Please don't tell me you come up with these yourself

MrFozzilla

the Inactive

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I just wanted to say
I lo..lov..love...
...
ED, EDD, AND EDDY.

I am no good at this poetry jazz. Respect to @M4xwell for being good at this.

M4xwell

Insanitarium

@Acetal : I get bored... and I'm clinically insane.

DUDE WHAZZ UP

@M4xwell:
Also, if I were to read the poem of the drowning man to some people, how would I cite you as the source? And thanks for the previous reply.

aWSOMN360

This

M4xwell

Insanitarium

@aWSOMN360: That made me laugh harder than anything you have posted for months... jeezus...

M4xwell

Insanitarium

@DUDE WHAZZ UP: You don't have to. Use 'anonymous' if you wish.

aWSOMN360

@M4xwell: Thanks?

ADashofRainbow

wrote this during class

CHAT Image

M4xwell

Insanitarium

Top 5 thread for me.

ST_mayfield

Someone I knew from school wrote a poem containing the line, "come on death, come at me bro." He has yet to live it down.

masterofxen

Dick Fiddler

Roses are red,
Violets are red,
The grass is red..
Shit the garden's on fire!

cannonofdoom

Superannuate

I am the man in black
I'm back breakin' the back of the random attacker
So can the flack, yo'
I'm dangerous, I've been trained to bust
When a stranger fuss, tryin' to endanger us
Praise me, y'all, don't nothin' phaze me, y'all
When they see me they gage be all crazy y'all
They say I'm a myth, trust me if somebody rip
Out of the depths of your imagination appears Will Smith
Black suit, the black shades, the black shoes
Black tie with the black attitude
New style, black Raybans, I'm stunnin', man
New hotness, pitch black, 600, man
Don't you understand, what you thought I wouldn't come again
Leave you hangin' without bringin' you the fun again
Tanglin' with the alien scum again
Mind your manners or the black suits runnin' in

Chujitsuna

BANNED

roses are gray
violets are gray
i'm colour blind fuck

Eddie

@M4xwell:
no this thread sucks dick. It's just a shitty inside joke that I have long forgotten about.

ltayl1

1.048596

@Eddie: Pretty much this.

Miser_Reborn

38th cut
I feel like a mutt.
39th slice
I don't feel too nice.
40th scrape
I want to escape.
41st incision
I hate my derision.
42nd impression
I suffer from depression.
43rd rend
Is this the end?
44th tear
You're fucking Gummmigator.

Nmoz

@Miser_Reborn
Fuck it not posting that.

M4xwell

Insanitarium

@Eddie: in your opinion. This thread was the one I actually began to post in frequently/ an 'enterance'. I still love it.

absolutezilch

Hey Big Zam!

I have some sick ass rhymes written by yours truly that I will archive here for future generations like our old pal M4xwell.

Have you ever felt like something was in store for you?
Like you were gonna rocket straight up to the moon,
I mean you’ll turn of course depending on where the coordinates are,
So you don’t end up off track headed to some random star.
Have you ever felt like glory was banging at your door?
So you could step up and face ‘em, stand proud and roar,
What’s wrong with you man, are you some kind of cat?
Or an inanimate fucking object, like a plastic bag?
I know cat and bag don’t really rhyme that much
Beside the ‘a’ sound in between that I’ll use as a crutch,
Actually this is about empowerment so I’ll do what I want!
Within realistic expectations though; for instance I can’t:
Breathe normally underwater or deep out in space,
Nor react while my eyes are being sprayed with mace,
Now stop before you make any snap judgement assumption!
I don’t partake in harassment nor alcohol consumption,
I’m actually a test subject for a pepper spray company,
It’s not a fulfilling job but it’s gotta be done by somebody,
So before you poke fun of the staff of a fast food franchise,
Would you rather eat healthy? My point is ‘just be nice’
People might just save your life some day
If they deem it worth saving, you’ll be A-okay.
But if you're an A-hole to people buddy, guess what?
They'll leave you with the rest of the carcasses to rot,
So remember, rape is a horrible thing you shouldn't do
Unless you wanna have sex and you absolutely have to...
Whaddaya mean I stole that bit from Louis CK?
Whaddaya mean I'm a regular Dane Cook; hey, screw you OK?!
I don't have to stand for this anymore.
I'm outta here and I will let the door... hit me... on the way out...

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