Best Demented Poems

The Malkavian..Part 1

His mind has all the meaning of a madman that is screaming
Tortured and tormented, a life lived to be lamented 
His family, drained...

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His eyes are dark, but, there's still a spark. 
There are canyons in his face.
His lungs are gone and it won't be long,
'Till his heart...

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I wonder why
It's always so strange
                   ...

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This Medusa had no power to turn us into stone
but when she ran aground over Poseidon's throne
his anger stirred, and into the sea the crew...

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[Just a little note to help maintain the peace on Soup.          
To cause no animosity among...

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Autumn will forever be the season of death to me,
but like time, I do not remain cemented in the past.
Memories of ghosts will always lead me...

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When I was growing up,
Daily they packed my outgrown:
Shoes, shirts,suits and trousers;
And paid me commendation
As they milled around me
Like night ants around light!

When I was...

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Please take this time to steer your thoughts
To a wretched land of lochs and glens.
Where a village was tasked and the people fraught
At the woe...

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I accidentally let one loose -
I was tipsy and had no excuse
It happened at the rare breed’s zoo
When I decided to cuddle a cute kangaroo

As...

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I am just a swollen bloated thing in this harsh world
Nothing here but the laws of physics upon me hurled
No safety, power, decision is mine...

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His mind has all the meaning of a madman that is screaming
Tortured and tormented, a life lived to be lamented
Drained and defeated, his family finally...

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Collaboration: James Swartz, LadyLabyrinth





"Scorpion"




Lack of water leads to lack of life
exposed beneath the Sun like blood
from the tip of a Scorpion’s tail

Corporal attitudes aligned in...

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Many of us wonder if the Devil does truly exist? 
Lurking in the dark night or hiding out in the mist?
Well, I believe he does...

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Poetry is my insanity


Poetry is my insanity, 
sparks collected on flat mirrored walls,
frantic phrases floating
in a spectrum’s pulsating palette, 
picturing Dali-esque icicle melted webs
and chromatic...

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He loved a drink did ol'Johnny McBeal
And offered to cook the thanksgiving meal
All the trimmings with turkey
For their friends and family
His wife agreed but no...

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