Conclusions arrived
Mentally strange and delirious
Verdict is in
Deranged and unsound
Distinctly clear
Erratic and insane
Shining clarity
Unglued and unzipped
Opaque personality
Cockeyed and unbalanced
Dull as a pimple
You are my taint
An empty vase
Violent torn shell
Fanatical and laughable
Incompetent and childish
Demanding attention
Cruel and heartless
She’s the semen
Filling up the prophylactic
Anger
Psychobabble
Psychobabble is drooling
Filth sliding off your tongue
To a world that doesn’t want you
Chaotic rambles spill
Flourishing idiotic sentences
To only a southern cult following
Despised and detested
The walking anti Christ
An asylum meant for your family
Raising children to scream
Not speaking with an ounce of intelligence
Your mother should have used a condom
So the world didn’t have to put up with
Your nonsense and illogical thoughts
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White Flag
Requesting peace
Uneasy separation
Raising the white flag
Just wanting to be alone
Clearly misunderstood
No need for drama
Let me sulk from your daggers
and just leave me alone
For you couldn’t see me
You take no responsibility
Mayhem and Wreckage
Spastic clutter
Opening up a can of debris
Mixed up predicaments
A compilation of distress
Walking into turmoil
Gazing at a eyesore
A mayhem of selfishness
Mishmash of ideals
Seeking light in the wreckage
Tripping on hindrances
Overlooking headaches
Disoriented from the gospel
Ignoring the theorems
Forever searching the self
Crashing Minds Street (Braeden’s Writing Challenge #2)
Exasperated point of view
Tearing and ripping me in half
Accepting my tired faults
Ruining what was too good to be true
Reality digging in my insides
Watching my mind crash
into a broken down train station
As the clock barely moves
I stare into the wrecking machine
Seeing a glimpse of my skewed
perception shine bright
in my dumb blank eyes
Realizing my mind needs to be
examined and reprogrammed
Refusing to stay on this damn street
Wounded and Numb
I’m a wounded prize,
Laced up in bitterness.
I’m a lethal injection,
Trapped in a empty bottle.
I’m a bullet from a war,
Only shot through my veins.
I’m a discarded black heart
Only seen in the shadows.
I’m the venom from the rattlesnake
Only to swallow with salt.
I’m a chill on my own spine
Only to stop from being numb.
Cup of Dirt
Choking on self served dirt
Prancing in your delicate castle
Bantering with the jester
High regards as a princess
Pointing at the fabric
stonewashed character
Keep sipping on your ideals
Seeking hidden agendas
Removing the plastic
Only glancing not seeing
Interpretations of nothing
Creating a plate of something
Keeping sipping the cup of dirt
Bricks of Light
In this reflective light I couldn’t see your enigma
In this reflective light I couldn’t see your
dark wild
And the bricks stack up
In this reflective light I couldn’t see your
shades of gloom
In this reflective light I couldn’t see your
leaves twist in your tiring wind
And the bricks stack up higher
In this reflective light I couldn’t see your
blinding aggravation
In this reflective light I couldn’t see your
scorching tragedy
And the bricks surround me
Cabrillo Avenue (Braeden’s Writing Challenge #2)
I fell in love
with a broken soul
I fell in love
with her sunrise and sunset
I fell in love
with her wild animation
I fell in love
with her wick and poison
I fell in love
with her sharp blade
I fell in love
with her sensuous magic
I fell in love
with her burnt threshold
I fell in love
with her over the top style
I fell in love
with her distorted image
I fell in love
with her scrapes and bruises
I fell in love
with her brightness and mind
I fell in love
with her alluring voice
But her words destroyed me
and left me in emptiness
on Cabrillo Avenue
Do I Care Enough..(Braeden’s Writing Challenge)
Should I care enough
to acknowledge your existence
Do I care enough
to reply back to your nonsense
Should I care enough
to slap that grin off your devious face
Do I care enough
to raise my palm toward an empty man
Should I care enough
to not leave you penniless
Do I care enough
to take you to court
Should I care enough
to walk away from you
Do I care enough
about myself to make a decision
Should I care enough
about myself to leave you
*Marie had asked me to use this title for a poem.
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Overkilling Abundance
Prozac Nation
Rambunctious vile
Distasteful and loathsome
Repellant personality
Excruciating voice
Webs of rancid exteriors
A horrid smell of selfishness
Obnoxious point of view
Infamous small mind
Vindictiveness renders
Full filling the lonely
Unable to stand
Crawling like a two month baby
Expecting society to
play an orchestra for a
Prozac Nation
Uneducated Stalker
Injecting balladry
like it’s a antiseptic
Using your tiny
carry on thesaurus
to captivate the innocent
Swallowing cups of caffeine
to fill a concave
wretched black heart
Drunken saliva dripping
down your male oversized chin
Sunken and carved out
slurping the Devil’s wine
Casting judgement
from an empty phantom
A mindless hippocrate
Not realizing you are
an uneducated stalker
Sauntering Antichrist
Roaming the uneven concrete
like a slobbering bloodhound
A vagabond meandering
through a decorated parade
Mischievous and unorthodox
Offensive and crude
Admittance of displacement
A lurking deadly reptile
Preaching to be resentful
Disfigure emotionally of others
A rancid phlegm among millions
The sauntering antichrist