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Inarticulate Jumble

You never read my words
Unless they’re arrows aiming at your pride
I find it to be pretty absurd
Having to rip your chest like that, out wide.

You feel like saliva in my drink
Sometimes I wish I wouldn’t even touch that cup
Words dig deeper as they sink
You read on my riddles, trying to figure what’s up?

Insults are disguised as praises
Not wise enough to slip it in any other way
Obstacles always come in phases
But this one has stayed since before yesterday.

You never read my words
Unless they’re axes chopping off your head
I find it all straying inwards
When I hurt myself, I make another feel dead.

You feel like smudge on my mirror
Sometimes I hate this face I am wearing in here
Words cannot describe the horror
Can you figure out between lines all of this fear?

I’m the viable vial to poison you
Not deep enough to make through and through
Temptations call upon our names
But I know this one is the one that put us to shame.

I’ll tear your skin and put it over me
As I tore out my heart to make you understand
‘Cause words they cross to make it all unintelligible
Where no reason for reasoning can truly land.

‘Cause my words are inarticulate jumble
That you have no time at all to figure out
I wish that in my pride I was more humble
Yet in your ignorance you won’t know what it’s all about.

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This is inspired on a fictional character I’m thinking to write a novel about. I based the character on people I met back when I was younger.

Disrupted

You’re so damaged
That means I love you
I must be attracted to you
Cause the coarseness in me
Needs, wants, desires
To shed a tear
To share a smile
To make sick jokes
About touchy subjects.

You are so cool
Such a twisted sense of humor
Let’s drink wine all night
Cast spirits from our Ouija boards
Call 911
Prank them
Then burn down this
Fucking house
With everything and everyone in it.

We are so disrupted
So corrupted
But is it our fault?
Or is our parents’?

Let’s do something crazy
Like snort some coke
And dye our hair in green
Then drive all night
A hundred miles
Passing lights
Against the transit.

Let’s rob a store
Let’s flip a cop
Jump off a bridge
With rocks tied to our bodies.

Let’s express our ODD
You and me
Break the chains
Of these constricted restrictions.

Oh, dear my,
We have no time to be sorry
Here the doors of hell awaits us
Or of purgatory’s
Whatever is found
On the other side
Of our corrosive decisions
And our need to destroy it all.

We are so disrupted
So effing corrupted
But is it our fault?
Or is our parents’?

Let’s express our ODD
You and me
Bring the walls down
Of this constricted confinement.

The Grim (To Commit)

I want to commit
Sell my soul
Whore my pride
Anything that is needed
To get further
To get on top.

I’d sell my convictions
If that would assure me a million dollar house
I want a million dollar car
Assure me the perfect life
With the perfect family
A million dollar kid and a million dollar spouse.

Behind it’s curtains
The devil lies
Love for money
We live in a lie
I’m hungry
For something
Most times
For food
Cause without any
You’re no one
You’ll have
No clothes
No bed
No living
Money rules the world
God doesn’t really exists
The big dollar sign rules us all!

I’d sell my convictions
If that would assure me the most perfect of lives
I want countless of followers
That would praise me
To always have everything
The perfect model kid and the perfect model wife.

Love doesn’t matter at all
All that matters is to survive from this world.

The Porta Alchemica

This city needs me
As it needs my public urination and fecal matter
I’m gonna help it
Insert the insults; raise the volume on the amplifier.

Shadow, my lover
Let’s make a prank that gets out of hand
Darkness, my master
Let’s fornicate together on this holy land.

The public needs me
As they need their government and governors
This passion taints me
I need to face still the very beauty of this horror.

Shadow, my brother
Together you and I will conquer this world
Darkness, my father
Let’s lie back here and laugh as death unfurls.

Nicolas Flamel, barrel and bone
Immortality in the palm of our hands
Sink and break the corner stone
To destitute the premises of this holy land.

Alchemia porta aperit viam num
Tu laudate dominum
Draco Dæmonium regnum
Filius philosophorum
Dosis facit venenum

A few lines off a poem I’m writing for my “Shadow People” book…

“Loud as hell, mumbling with such mouth gorged with pearls, going in circles
By no means I wished to make part in your carnival, never accepted the invitation
I enjoy best being the spectator, in your clowning act, overlooked in your circus
Water flowers won’t be enough to put your ass in the place it should be situated.

This must be the effects of poor tolerance
This must be the effects of the liquor in your blood
It brings the visage of your imprudent ignorance
Whiffing while looping around with pigs in the mud.”

This is dedicated to all people who feel unique just because they think they’re perfect, or because they think they’re right in their deranged truths.

One of the Evil Ones

You’re one of the evil ones
Who’s words always rhyme
Who’s sentences are in line
Who’s perfect every time.
 
Yes, you’re one of the evil ones
Who’s life is always “fine”
Who feels one of a kind
Who’s belief is a constant deny.
 
Oh, yes, you, one of the evil ones
Who has never wonder why?
Who claims at heavens “my, oh my…”
Who has fallen out of sight.
 
Yes, I’m sure you’re one of the evil ones
Who wears a smile as a disguise
Who thinks its comments are wise
Who doesn’t follow its own advice.
 
There’s no denying you’re one of the evil ones
Who with blood always signs
Who with tears always wines
Who’s thoughts are lost in its own mind.
 
What do you get by being one of the evil ones?
Does it make you feel more alive?
Does it protect you from your own lies?
Does it save you from your own demise?
 

Upshift

Posted: November 7, 2013 in Sarcastic Poetry
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Upshift
 
You like me
Until you like me no more
You love me
Until you love me no more
Cause that honesty that you love so much
Is the same thing you’ll be fed up with
My life is like my poetry
The first one or two times people find them amazing
But then they realize is more of the same, really boring
For those whose life fun is being dull
But for me at times fun is bashing someone’s skull
And I’m just saying this for the sake of the rhyme
Before anyone turn the page and begin to whine
It’s darn bad I still have writer’s block
But I better hurry up if I really want to beat the clock
I feel like I’ve being left behind in this arm’s race
I can’t allow that, no, cause I want to be in first place.