Best Freak Poems
We have a standing date,
today and everyday
when dawn breaks a smile.
We meet in the park
we begin to move,
acquainting ourselves
we begin to sheen.
Our blood is pulsing
feeling so g o o d!
Faster and faster,
we become more intense
sustaining
as long as we can,
until we are spent.
Dripping wet,
a tousled mess
panting
we slowly recover.
My obsession is requited for now...
tomorrow, I must have you again.
I can't live without you
I love you,
I want you,
..my daily workout.
Susan Ashley
July 22, 2017
She holds my hand like I’d never
wake up after passing -out and drinking
one last lick from a broken bottle, only to
find myself needing another round of gin.
Yet, my woman cuddles me as if this
hair isn't filthy even though I haven't
hit the showers, even though I can’t
take my body to rest, to act functional.
And she gleams like she can't smell
the reek of alcohol I am breathing…
how my heart aches for the last time
her mouth kissed me on the face
after I broke a promise I couldn’t
possibly fulfill-- a lowlife freak, rogue of a man,
disappearing into bars and more bars
to silence fears so I cannot hear
old ghosts on the walls, in nightmares,
within her embrace,
… but still
I can’t love myself the same way that
she loves me like I never
screamed,
denied,
told her to go lose herself,
banging the door--
telling her that she was worse
than my compulsive urge.
She loves me -- a reckless quirk--
believing I will see THAT day
when I can Change.
.......................
11.17.2016
Creep Contest for Silent One
me:
"you're the reason i have no freinds,
the thing i try to hide,
i lock you up inside my head,
and keep you inside"
jez:
"i am you and you must see,
the one you truly are,
not always who they think,
you still shine like a star,"
me:
"i miss the life
you took from me,
the girl i was,
please leave me be."
jez:
"......"
me:
"i miss your voice,
within my head,
come back and stay,
don't leave instead"
jez:
"......"
me:
"ive lost you now,
my heart will fade,
you were my heart,
a mistake i've made."
somthing new for those who commented on all my other poems.
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LIFE IN THE FREAK ZOO
When you meet a deaf guy no one says -
Wow, can’t you hear this (whistle)?
How about this (bell)? Or this (handclap)?
When you meet a blind girl no one says -
Oooh, can’t you see this (flashlight)?
Or this (computer screen)?
So why do people enthusiastically check out my ability
When they hear I’m colorblind?
Colorblind ? ! Oh boy, ( a freak !) this is exciting….
Can’t you see green? Red? How about yellow?
What color is this sweater? That ball?
What colour does grass look to you?
What about traffic lights?
How do you watch television?
Feels like I’m in a zoocage.
At school I was always in trouble because
In my drawings I colored the grass red instead of green.
All the same to me, but the teacher
Got quite abusive and angry because
In her world grass had to be green.
And tell me, who ever made it law
That oceans should be colored blue?
Mine were always purple, all the same to me.
Would the teacher have said to a blind kid,
“You little fool, can’t you see the grass?”
Or to a deaf child, ”Hey stupid, can’t you hear the music?”
Oh it doesn’t really bug me but
It’s interesting to see people’s behavior
Towards certain afflictions.
A freak of literature
Designed by those mad poets
But escaped the lab:
the English classroom,
Its me G the hybrid word:
With added punctuation and
bold character so im strong-
Arial be my font family but I paced away,
So I ain't close to them
So sorry paragraphs and stanzas!
I guess the writer knows my verses.
A lonely word, a sentence out cast:
Low self esteem and narrow stem
Serifs sticking out so im teased!
Roaming the lines, in the bottom line
Seeing meaningless words and incorrect spellings;
Paragraphs hanging in the margins ,
Looking out for erasers and ink removers
No word dreams of spending their literature:
Stroked out; erased and torn out;
Threw in a garbage can: that hell!
O please writers answer us!
We just want to be read in harmony,
And spelled correctly.
We words know:
That these are the last Summarized times
so the poem might end
But let me finish up,
The writers know the poetry
The whole story, they created us!
Words of this Chapter
The freak of literature,
How do I know? it's the writer
The prophecy of the chosen word:
The son of poets and the proper nouns
So they all capital letters,
Yeah! They coming for yeah!
The errors, words that have been erased
The undead, the unreadable
Damn the legible,
Think they better than us!
Cause they accepted by the writers,
Writing and prophesizing sentences
Those verses forming stories,
It's war: words stroked
Cold inked so they erased,
Torn out papers!
This is deeper than writing!
We all words destined to be read
So some are reasoning,
Is this a verse or a poem?
Many words are beginning-
to question their literature,
Begging writers to write evenly,
No orphans and widows:
We just want to be spaced out,
Adjustments and justified
In lined sentences-so we spread out
Properly uniting calling paragraphs;
Growing in numbers to stanzas,
So all the readers read us as one story.
I ran toward him with flowing hair
He ran toward me hirsute
With outstretched arms we sought embrace
~ He tripped, I played my flute
some ppl call me freak
damn i think theyr from the Greece
why do not u suck my dick
to know who is the freak
**** you want to be great
but u can not run for 10 feet
u know get back and take a set
and learn from all over the best
Dessert tonight, sir?
Yes, a hot fudge sundae please
and hold the ice cream
and that fake cherry
Lose the whipped cream and nuts too
Give it to me straight
***For Linda Marie's contest
**** is really something I'm not
My laissez-faire attitude bothers some peeps a lot
It's just how I roll
I'm still in control
But overly zealous, I am certainly not
© Jack Ellison 2015
I’m a freak of nature,
An infectious disease,
A social outcast,
I do as I please.
I don’t fit in
With the dark colors I wear,
With my dark appearance
and chemically stained hair
With my music so loud
my eardrums will bleed,
With throat ripping lyrics
Of demon spawned seed.
The darkness my home,
The shadows a safe place,
With my loud music,
and painted black face.
Alone in the shadows,
Music my only friend,
Forever forgotten
Until my dying end.
This is a euphoric dope of mine
Can’t easily get rid it off in my system
This is not for you to judge me
I just love making love every night
With man’s touch alluring my senses
His lips is flavor forbidding me to taste it
My other dark side unleashes
But I’m loving how I see myself getting wild
Double penetration is my fantasy
I love to do it with much ecstasy
He can let me wear anything he wants
Lingerie, school uniform or bikini perhaps
Let my tongue swirl and go deep into his
I can play love games and be girl of his dreams
But I never see myself showing my skin
Everyone can watch me and be their **** thing
I’d rather sneak with man and play constant sex
I can give a handjob, just send me a text
But don’t let me eat money for I’m not a whore
No strings attached – Let’s just do pure sex!
June 5 2016
Contest Name: That's Why I Love...
Contest Sponsored: Lewis Raynes
Taste me when you taste success.
Pour me in an empty crystal glasses.
Put me on table with those pink petals.
I am the finest among those heavy metals.
Occasionally drank in a celebration,
Wildly abused result to temptation.
Moderately taken is what should be…
Strength of hypnotism is so like me.
I can be a friend and a serial killer.
Drink me eternity and I’ll give a thriller.
Worst things happen if you indulge me,
Imagine you badly pained because of me.
Just to remind you that I’m not a shrink.
Problems won’t fade if you made me a drink.
Drink me finely whenever you like…
Learn to control not indulge me in your pike.
Mother-in-law blues
She is the bearded lady
Circus is in town
Hello?
Hello?
Is anyone here?
I am here for the “Freak Show”.
Fine don't come out.
If you can't see yourself in a mirror,
Come here Come here.
If you don't fit in,
Come here Come here.
If you're full of terror,
Come here Come here.
If your made of tin,
Come here Come here.
Cause it's time, it's time, for the Freak Show,
To unleash their wild pack,
To come out of a shack,
To show your wild side,
To show you won't bite.
Cause it's time for the Freak Show,
To come out from the dark,
To do your freaky march,
To come unrap,
To lay down flat.
It's time for the Freak Show.
Down here we don't judge,
We don't care if your fudge,
If you have flames,
Or even fangs,
If your made of fur,
or if you purr,
Come down for the Freak Show.
30 seconds on the clock,
Those hands go tik tok,
It's almost time for halloween night,
Get ready for a real fright!
Cause it's time, it's time, for the Freak Show,
To unleash their wild pack,
To come out of a shack,
To show your wild side,
To show you won't bite.
Cause it's time for the Freak Show,
To come out from the dark,
To do your freaky march,
To come unrap,
To lay down flat.
It's time for the Freak Show.
Just scare those kids,
Into little bits,
I'm sure they won't mind,
It isn't a crime,
Invite them inside,
For a little surprise,
You are supernatural,
Or even bichemical.
Cause it's time, it's time, for the Freak Show,
To unleash their wild pack,
To come out of a shack,
To show your wild side,
To show you won't bite.
Cause it's time for the Freak Show,
To come out from the dark,
To do your freaky march,
To come unrap,
To lay down flat.
It's time for the Freak Show.
WELCOME HOME.
Freak of nature- is a on going thing.
Things are changing- in this world of strange.
Ice is melting- on the polar caps.
Will not be long- before there is no glaziers left.
Freak of nature- is on the rise.
It is in the oceans- through the rising tides.
Look at the sunshine- burning down.
Forest fires- ashes on the ground.
Freak of nature- what is going on.
Can you tell me- about this song.
Weather patterns- is not right.
Many people- has been losing life.
Strange things- we cannot explain.
Lakes has disappeared- in the Earth veins.
Freak of nature- what can we do.
Freak of nature- I am so confused.
Everybody is looking for- someone to blame.
Scientists are so smart- they invented gasoline.
Governments know- how to control everything.
Oil is money- to all living things.
This beautiful world- needs a big change.
Or This Freak of Nature- will always stay.. Stay the same ….