Best Fiend Poems
Dark thoughts and desires are just that for a reason...human beings are prone to irrational thoughts, and we all carry secrets that drip into the blackness of our bleeding souls, extending downward below our fetal positioned graves.
Caught up inside my morbidity, concealed the mystery of my subconscious,
sinister stemming from evil, inside my dismal grim, I choked on regret and fed off your disconsolate lies and I believed them, as much as you believed...
I wanted to live...
depths bleed into hell
shared defeat only for us
morbid and alone
Living is nothing but a curse, stitches on my wrists, and spirals down into the oblivion of hell. My contradictions are breeding with my veins as I prepare for the longing of your misery....
...your misery is me.
I am your distal demon, sucking the life from your brave intentions, my weak intentions reach a depth, so far I can not see without hearing your screams. Your shadow's are killing me, but I'm needy for the weightlessness you throw at me daily...nightly...daily...non stop recurrence putting me to sleep, way too young...I tied myself up and kicked away your chair, left with out breath, and still, no one to turn to...
the fiend within me
sleeping in our graves too young
your curse inside me
There are two of me...
One.... broken and damaged...alone and afraid...yearning, longing to free myself from all the hatred bottled up inside my core. Fighting for life beneath the hell of destruction, worshiping black to find my grey..for there will never be white...
Needing you to show me every twisted path I believe should be mine. May your breath crack my bones and your eyes tear my flesh to pieces. Then...I am one who will stand up for your wicked endeavors and concrete sacred thoughts of me not being able to live anymore...
no more life to live
broken you and broken me
no more pain to give
Date Written: December 27, 2015
A Sound in the Bushes
By Elton Camp
I take this walk most every day.
It helps worrisome cares to allay.
Today’s the first I have heard
A sound different from a bird.
Unless my ear misconceives
It is the rustling of fall leaves.
But what could be around
To make that type of sound?
Perhaps a convict on the lam?
Or my neighbor, Psycho Sam?
Maybe a ferocious wild beast
That’s on the search for a feast?
Though it makes me quake,
Might it be a rattlesnake?
A skunk would be more tolerable
Even if it sprays its odor horrible.
I decide it’s best to walk on by
To find the source I won’t try.
Then a sound nearly makes my heart stop.
From the bushes and on the road, a plop.
The creature of whatever kind
It is now walking right behind.
I don’t dare look back to see
What is now following me.
There is nobody I can call for help
Although it matches step-for-step.
I decide it’s best not to know
So, shaking, down the road I go.
Cold and wet touches my hand.
It’s almost more than I can stand.
I turn around all ready to fight
What is causing me such fright.
Then I gasp at the sight
And smile with delight.
My friendly old hound
My location has found.
OKAY? WHAT FIEND STOLE THY BODY ELECTRIC!?
thine distorted reflection rippled
within rain maker's pool upon a midnight clear
full moonlight flooded shallow abyss,
cleaved fractal structures of silence
reverberating deathly hallow from 'ere
to infinity, whence magic wand
whipped out from whereabouts unknown
wove enchanting spell atop me shades
at more'n fifty gray hair
to fore, awakened from drunken stupor,
whence sober self
saw repulsive trouper fluid dynamic image jeer
at pot bellied, dead panned,
and ad libbed the mere
ore image lam bent, mutilated spindled
various aspects of myself a paired
which, aghast at such creepy distortion i didst rear
like a bucking bronco unclear
how this horrid, jagged, limned paragon did wear
a grotesque from heart of darkness – maybe Zaire
or Zulu-land, this soaked silhouette half bare
from the waist to head showed unmanly
sagging overly engorged breasts
plus right and left elephant sized ear
egad, THAT CANNOT BE ME,
yet upon performing self exam a glare
ring outburst ensued,
cuz thy once bronzed handsome physique
grist for a Joker to jeer
and fodder made for television series created,
directed, and executed by Norman Lear
which role might be temporary for Halloween, but near
lee every SINGLE day and night,
thy aged dusk fraught hominid jerked,
leaped, pooh poohed I ham ill prepared
to accept, roistering, rollicking,
rueing this Frankenstein scarred
complex deplorable edifice able,
ready, and willing to be tarred
rather than evince flabbiness,
gruesome homeliness, instance
Page Number Two:
when no objection would arise
to live out the remaining days of this life
as the world wide web turns, spins, rattles...
and voluntarily sign myself into a stew ward
with (at minimum ), a ghoulish, gnarly,
gummy self activated door
leading to a privet hedge row trimmed
topiary resplendent yard
cuz every cotton pickin, friggin,
fingerhut lickin portal iz barred
dated Friday the thirteenth with **** face on that card!
Flames from a fuming dragon's snout,
Igniting all that's in its route,
Rendering to ash and cinder,
Extinguishes self like tinder.
Such is the nature of fire,
Destroyer of vaunted desire,
Nullifier of unbounded pride,
Death-dealer, with no side.
When Prometheus stole the blaze,
The God's in terrible raze,
To the rock did him bind,
And screwed with Human's mind.
Thus Fire, Man's greatest friend,
Is also a means to his fiendish end!
~ 26 Apr 2016 ~
*word raze purposely used in place of rage to show the self-consuming nature of both
Our Technology Fiend
Computer, dear, please come on.
Don’t be so temperamental.
Click, click, no light, no sound.
A pulled wire; oh, that cat.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 20, 2010
Poetic form: Chastushka
Fiend Feast
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
Ghost toast
Roast host
Poetic Form: Footle
There is a coward
hiding deep within the walls
of helpless beings
only to strike its hardest
when they are at their weakest.
Indiscriminate
and wielding the power of
a merciless god,
it shreds the soul’s dwelling place,
inflicting pain and sorrow.
This fiend is unseen,
but its attack is gruesome.
In its cruel wake,
Death becomes the higher god -
offering up sweet release.
Thine distorted reflection rippled
within rain maker's pool
upon a midnight clear
full moonlight sonata
flooded shallow abyss,
cleaved fractal structures of silence
reverberating deathly hallow from 'ere
to infinity, whence magic wand
whipped out from
whereabouts unknown
wove disenchanting spell
atop me shaded noggin more'n
fifty ruffle lake suns
Dorian Gray pictured here
to fore, awakened
from drunken stupor,
whence sober self
saw repulsive trouper
fluid dynamic image jeer
at pot bellied, dead panned,
and ad libbed the mere
ore image lam bent,
mutilated spindled
various horrid aspects of
myself nine inch
rusty nails impaired
which, aghast at such
creepy distortion i didst rear
like a bucking bronco unclear
how this horrid, jagged,
limned paragon did wear
a grotesque disfigured Joeseph Conrad
lost within heart of darkness – maybe Zaire
or Zulu-land, this
soaked silhouette half bare
from waist to head showed unmanly
sagging overly engorged breasts
plus right and left elephant sized ear
egad, THAT CANNOT BE ME,
yet upon performing
self exam a glare
ring outburst ensued,
cuz thy once
bronzed handsome physique
now grist for a Joker to jeer
and fodder made
for television series created,
directed, and executed by Norman Lear
which role might be
temporary for Halloween, but near
lee every SINGLE day and night,
thy aged dusk fraught hominid jerked,
leaped, pooh poohed I ham ill prepared
to accept, roistering, rollicking,
rueing this Frankenstein scarred
complex deplorable edifice able,
ready, and willing to be tarred
rather than evince flabbiness,
gruesome homeliness, instance
when no objection would arise
to live out the remaining days of this life
as the world wide web turns, spins, rattles...
and voluntarily sign myself into a stew ward
with (at minimum ), a ghoulish, gnarly,
gummy self activated door
leading to privet hedge row trimmed
topiary resplendent yard
cuz every cotton pickin, friggin,
fingerhut lickin portal iz barred
dated Friday the thirteenth
with **** face on that card!
Everyday, I awake, body as stiff as a
Board, or a slab of concrete.
My kidnapper stabs at me all over, no hiding for me,
So, I limp and gasp at my limitations, and cry.
I cannot recall a time without kidnapper, pain.
I wish often not to awaken again
For this type of restraint cannot be logical
Making me crazy.
I feel the need...
To feed.
I feel your presence near,
My thoughts have become unclear.
The need is so strong,
Without your love, my heart will not last long.
I draw out your power,
I bathe in your love as if it is a shower.
I will harvest your love like the spring crop,
And I will not stop.
Your love keeps me alive,
If you stop giving it I shall surely die.
I cannot take it from another,
You are the only one who could ever be my lover.
The way you hold me in your arms so tight,
Gets me through the cold winter night.
The way you taste,
Makes me crazed.
I love you and you alone,
I feed off your love and it makes me strong.
Yes, I am a love guzzling fiend,
But what would you do without me?
How sweet,
so pretty,
to disappear
into smoke.
I am a magician,
with a flourish
and a white dove.
I lie down
in my bed of
green,
this magic trick,
and I share with you
my deceit.
So welcomed, so sweet,
this fiend.
Karuna, a beautiful nurse with a mother’s heart
Used to take minute care of patients in her ward
In a Mumbai hospital
Her services to the patients befitting her name
Were full of compassion:
All on a sudden as she was changing her uniform
At the end of the night shift
She was brutally attacked by a sweeper
Who was rebuked by her during the night orally
For negligence in his duty which she forgot as usual
As the wont of all who directs a menial casually
She was raped and sodomized so brutally
That she was paralyzed, left in a vegetative state
To be discovered lying in a pool of blood
Without a vision, without a word
This happened in 1973 since when she remained
Brain-injured, blind, deaf and dumb
Living still in the new millennium
All appeals for Euthanasia on her behalf
Were rejected by the court
For the sake of keeping the sanctity of Law
She remained in the same hospital
A cynosure of all her colleagues
And of all the doctors then and thereafter.
She was a nubile ready to be married in a week’s time
To her lover who would adore such an exquisite flower
But instead of him she was force-loved by the inhuman brute
Virtually killing her up to her root
Though brain injury must have reduced her suffering utmost
For such an entity with every aspect of a living being lost
It’s immaterial how long she lived
After what she had become
Receiving utmost cruelty in return
For her love and sympathy for the patients
From a rare unnameable fiend
The fiend of time is preying on the substance of my youth,
I’m smoldering away existence to avoid the awful truth
That time is not my friend and the enemy is myself,
And there’s little more to do but accept its mocking stealth.
In a blink of an eye it’s gone, like it was never there before,
All those years I’ve wasted, when I should’ve been doing more.
Planning for the future or treating each day like the last
But living in the fast lane you don’t even see it pass.
Suddenly you realise that time is slipping away,
A terrible fear is rising with every passing day
The life style that we lead is a fast track to demise
And even with this knowledge we will not compromise.
When I look at my reflection I see what is yet to come,
This pleasing image standing here is soon to be undone.
And when ten years have passed and the image comes to life,
What will I be thinking then, having gone through all that strife?
The fiend’s grip is closing in with no time for preparation,
The waiting room of life where we’re chained by anticipation
Of traumas to unfold of which we’re blissfully unaware
The fiend of time ticks on for a world that doesn’t care.
No , now it would not matter if you would take all the blame ;
Ohh ! you would not do that , it's just my dream .
Yeah , it could possibly be that I lit the flame ;
But, don't lie , you also took advantage of the light beam .
I would rather stay silent then stop you from going ;
If that's what makes you happy , I am happy too .
Though I'm not ; I wouldn't extinguish the fire glowing ;
So you could let the blame to me and live your happy life through .
I won't utter a word , even though I have a song to sing ,
Good bye , my dear fellow , live a life of your dream .
I'll let the autumn come and let go of the spring ,
No tears , just a smile , let me let the silence scream.
Ohh ! you are going to a world we both had planned ;
Nontoxic , sweet and better than ours ,
I'll take the blame , I'll take the stand ;
Silence for a minute and crying for the next thousand hours .
Ohh ! goodbye dear best friend , or former to be precise ;
If that world ever haunts you , come back to this ghost .
I promise , next time , I'll be sweet and nice ;
For now goodbye , I'll miss you the most . <3
If I could write a story
And get lost in it forever
Wouldn’t that be the day
The day my worries would go away
Oh we humans are so naive
Isn’t life but a story we write?
By ourselves; for ourselves
To live without stealth
We complain and we whine
Even though there is no line
Between reality and story
Because reality can be the story
As days go by, we flip pages
As choices are made, we run out of ink
As sorrow is felt, a salty flood on the page
As fear is hoarded, shaky hands scribble words out of sync
We are not authors, yet we are
Perhaps if we knew what we actually wanted
Out of this story
We would’ve found glory
But is it over yet? I think not
We still breathe; and think
With or without fiends
Carve or paint, no word is quaint