Best Psycho Poems
Psycho Evaluation
Physically unable to deal with all this stress
a clinical Psychiatrist said that I am depressed
No shat Sherlock you are such a genius
10 years of college for this uneducated guess
Yah you're just an Idiot with an ego to caress
Pockets full of pens and eyeglasses to impress
Yes we all notice the impeccable way you dress
Armani styled striped suit all ironed and pressed
It looks quite expensive only the best for the best
No I don't want to do your magic ink blotter test
You act as if by the Almighty you are blessed
Just like the Preacher trying to get us to confess
So how do I know this won't end up in my arrest
I guess I'll just have to remove you in the end more or less
Now who is the one that's stressed???...
revised 04/27/16
She is sweet but psycho:
demons in her mind run wild at night,
refusing to let her see beyond grey circles,
that left her spiraling in panic
through perpetual plagues of pain.
Oblivious to the sparkling stars
arrayed in a straight line,
her memory's attic is clogged
with bruised tears,
collected from gloomy
summer symphonies of fear,
that froze her will
to comprehend what’s real
when creative lies become truth.
Yet she rises from hellish nightmares:
like morning sun-birds,
unaware of all the maniac mantras
chanted through wicked midnight hours,
dressed in darkness
as a paranoid piranha,
deeply irritating sane eyes,
her mystifying aura was never
destined for weakened souls,
lost in her own
messed up splitting perceptions.
She still keeps her faith intact,
finding peace from being understood,
amidst the unhinged chaos carried
beneath her caramelized skin.
Your reasoning is childish and idiotic
Your behavior actually is defined as psychotic
How can you act with such a lack of understanding
This level of stupidity is hard to imagine
Believe me when I say it's true
It is not me
It's definitely you
If you’d like to know a psycho
Then come along with me
And I will paint you a picture
Of the psycho of the east;
Not your ordinary psycho
She’s a new breed;
On your emotions,
She loves to feed
A life led by drama
Driven by any cost
Never any remorse
For the lives that she lost;
A new person each day
Her characters she plays
Are really very bright
She has the brains,
But absolutely no insight
Not a clue to life
She will always walk blind
Drugs, sex, money, hate
Mess with her and get a court date
If her games you want to play
Then a hefty price you will have to pay
But I did not back down from thee
The cost for court is just a fee
But in order for me to defend my rights
Then in this court we will fight
In front of the bench
She against me
Who will be found innocent?
And who will be guilty
But oh to her surprise
And time after time
Cases are dismissed
And we’re wasting too much time
The fight gets ever brutal
As children are involved
Anything to hurt us
Driven at any cost
The emotional abuse
And brainwashing galore
Left me with wanting to stop her
But then I wanted more;
Not a mother on earth
Or none that deserve to be
Would ever treat their children
As evil as she
Other people maybe
Ex’s without a doubt
But the way she scared them kids
Made me want to put her down
She tortured them with mind games
In court she likes to play
But when she challenged me
She surely woes the day!
The psychos challenge was accepted
And I gladly played with glee
For every claim she made
My defenses came in three
And when she’d exhausted all lies
And stories had all been told
Out of the defense corner
I came standing bold
My evidence against her
Could make the whole city see
That this woman is psycho
And from her all should flee
Dangerous and venomous
A hazard to your health
If she can’t beat you in court
She’ll threaten you with death
I don’t take the psycho lightly
I know she is serious as can be
But as long as I’m around
She’ll have to get passed me!
Psychotherapy, micro-bearably.
Pyro-merrily, gyro-herapy,
lots of chatter, bright new ways,
all pointing to one result.
If we are kind to each other,
if we follow our natural loving hearts,
none of these ways or theories
will be needed by anybody.
Be nice. Be kind. Be considerate.
Treat others the way you want to be treated.
Live as well as you can, by letting others live their way.
Psychotherapy, micro-bearably.
None of it needed if we follow the golden rule.
Psycho Cat - IT
"In my sabbatical dreams after quarantine"
Visions of life run again at full steam
A little stiff, a bit arthritic, like
"The eerie board walk creaks near the beach of white sand"
Shifting on trails in forests of shadows
Moaning an elegy – enflamed eulogy -
"When they told me of psycho cat’s demise"
A sad voice of aching news, realized
Not really a psycho, just catnip crazed,
Leaping in stagger – last of her nine lives -
While "the label, I hide, on the wine bottle"
Too many reminders of the passing
Of psycho cats in quarantine - alive
In my sabbatical dreams quarantined.
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Psycho
So,
The Devil got inside again
Charmed, i want to laugh and SIn
I just want All- That's All of HIM
Spreads His wings
I'm Christened in
And now you LOOK AT ME my friend
I'm stabbing stabbing all of them
It's just that way "We Win We Win!!!"
I'll be so charmed to Crown with HIm
Psycho Bates Motel
Don't Scream!!!??!!?
Ah Ha
Ha Ha
La Tí Da-
For "Mother"
Stabbed and dR0wnEd
"Come iN"
Catatonic
D0wN
"LISTEN"
Cackle sPit
SweeT Licking lips
Dripping Bleeding Finger Tips
"Now who's laughing? LET ME IN!!!!•v"
Filthy Pleasures turning TrIcKs
Stabbing Stabbing little FiX
Masturbate THIS crucifix
WatCh me c0unTing
Count to Three
Silky Leather
And
Asphyxed
So,
- Are y0u laughing
N0w with Me???
If not
Don't close your eyes
YoU'll sEE
Watching stabbing pull my string
Ah Ha
Ha Ha
La tí Da-
Oh My G0d!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It's liKe a dReam
Stabbed her in the ShoWeR sceNe
Choking Choking Master Bates
Cumming Inn
Asphyxiate
So!!!
--- Dear Mr. Stabby Friend,
We'll set the trap
We'll lay in wait
Oh!!!
This tickles my FaNcy
And when they come
We'll have a look and see
Close my eyes
The count of Three
Beethoven hears this Symphony
So.
Laughing laughing
One
Two
Three
It's just this way I'm losing me
I'm losing tO my soul, old friend
In Love
My Loving Stabby Friend
"NoW Clear That Dust And Listen In!!!"
I've got my madness to defend
All this darkness
Remember WhEn?
Remember WhEn we fell ol' friend?
Holding hands And Stabbing Them
My mind is a definitive twist
I see me who you see I am
I am I am
I am The Man
I am The Man with the Golden Plan
A Master Plan so understand
We're all inside my boX again
Are th3se secrets scaring you
Little trinkets - Scary t00?
Are they Burning Burning YoU?
Let them burn "I DARE Y0U T0"
So,
Dear Mr. Stabby Friend,
Stab me at my face and grin
Stabbed into my back again
I'm seeing who you see I am
So,
My filthy pleasure's GreAtest DreAm
Stabbed her in the Shower Scene -
Doors: Psycho-history 101
by Odin Roark
Doors absorb history
Whether by knocks
Slams
Shuts
Or slides
Doors have felt it all
Boulder
Metal
Wood
Plexiglas
Steel bars
Making different walls
Fences
Entrances
Exits
We are the users
Without us
There’d be no need for doors
Animals would run free
Without us
Nature’s light would permeate
Without mediation
Without welcome mats needed
How oximoronic this structure
To keep out
To keep in
Because we can’t handle what…?
The innate hard-wired thing called right and wrong choice?
Perhaps
Some would argue we are victims of circumstances
Ever take notice of the happenstance
Making up the most inventive
Resourceful
And permanent life on earth
Those pesky ants
Roaches
Rats
And lest we forget
The tribal depths of the Amazon
Where doors don’t exist
Where the uncivilized
Understanding of psycho-history 101
Grins no memory loss
Maybe something to think about
Next time you confront a wall
Without doors
Ask how you’d survive
trapped in the category of basic feelings, attesting to the functional regularity of the average human and demonstrating the crystal-clear predictability of their secular behavior, hatred, love, envy and jealousy consolidated practically all the advance and retreat of a race that eternally gravitates around its own navel, growing at the limit of the satisfaction of instincts and collapsing to the exact extent and at the time when it judges itself full and satiated, ignoring or comfortably avoiding understanding that both transcendence and evolution require the uprising of satiety, since this in everything resembles resignation and cowardice.
Beautiful Girl,
Changing by her bedroom door.
Hair as blonde as gold,
And skin like porcelain and snow.
Turned around just in time,
To see a man with angry eyes.
Outside her window.
But he doesn’t talk,
He only stares.
No harm will come,
is what she thought.
I’ll go to bed,
By morning he’ll be gone.
But when she woke,
He sat on her bed.
Her breathing hitched,
Scared out of her mind,
She doesn’t wish for death.
But instead of death,
He gives her kiss,
But she sends him away,
Says, “Please don’t come again.”
But later that night,
While the moon shines bright,
He comes back,
The only other soul in sight.
Out of the corner of her eye,
She see’s him there.
Turning around,
She grabs her 45
But when she looks back,
He disappeared,
He’s out of her sight.
Psycho,
Psycho,
Where did you go?
I could’ve sworn you stood there
Right by my window.
You didn’t knock,
didn’t speak,
Just stood outside,
watching me.
In the back of the house,
There was a sound,
Dropping the gun,
There's was nowhere to run.
Is he still here?
Or did he just go?
Psycho,
Psycho,
Why did you come?
You stood by my door,
and just watched the rain pour.
Without a second thought,
She turned to run,
But it’s too late,
He grabbed her arm.
Screaming in pain,
She asks 'What have you done?'
But he puts a knife to her throat,
And her cries are silent.
Psycho,
Psycho,
Where’d you get that knife,
I beg and plead,
Please don’t end my life.
But it’s too late,
He slit her throat.
Beautiful girl,
Blood as red as a rose.
She lays on her bedroom floor,
Without a pulse.
But now there’s no one in the home,
Where’d the psycho go?
There was never a psycho in her home.
I drive around a bi-cycle
a cycle bike psycho
at night a light’s on
my-ma (ma) mountain bike
oh it’s a little delightful
my seat on my cycle
I ride all night on
my-ma (ma) mountain bike
I’ll jump the curbs in acceleration,
and pedal push to my destination,
don’t pay road tax, my declaration,
no f... that, drivers hold frustration
Oh
Oi
These trucks get way to close
thinking they own the roads
Woah
Oi
they test test test my nerve,
these flucking bus ankers
I drive around a bi-cycle
a cycle bike psycho
at night a light’s on
my-ma (ma) mountain bike
oh it’s a little delightful
my seat on my cycle
I ride all night on
my-ma (ma) mountain bike
dirty dank fumes got me spacey
light headed it sways me
others walk or run but I go this way
I like to ride my bi-cycle
I'm cycle bike psycho
all day and night on
my-ma (ma) mountain bike
It must be said, some mouth opinions
you cyclists all smell like onions
which is mean
so I thump them and nick their keys
I speed on
oi oi
and I say ha ha ha you cannot drive your car
they say
woah woah
as I fly fly fly fly over the handlebars
I crashed into an Aygo
a Toyota Aygo
the wheel's mangled on
my ma (ma) mountain bike
I wasn't looking where I go
when I hit an Aygo
so I'm in mourn for
my ma (ma) mountain bike
in a hospital room
going crazy
fresh air seems tasty
they say ha ha can't ride your bike today
I think karma's a bastard
it put me in plaster
and now they have to
ha ha (ha) help me s**t
ma (ma) mountain bike
(oh) mountain bike
(mountain bike) ohh
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I'd rather be a nerd than a turd. I don't believe in revolution, but I may believe in Armaggeddon.
She went to a whole other
place today and guess what? I
took her there. She starts
screaming and yelling and
saying things out of character...
At this point I'm more confused
then I've ever been. Like what
happened to the sweetheart I
met 6 months ago???
Just bought a new car, she
keyed it. Flat screen tv, she
broke it. Some shoes I waited
in line for for 5 hours, she rips
the tongue off of them. The
bracelet I bought her, she
throws it at my head. This all
started because I wouldn't
watch her favorite romance
comedy. Like most men, I
should run like hell but you
know what??? I think it's
adorable. I mean it is my fault
she's like this. When she gave
up on love, I made her see
what she was giving up. When
she lost her first love, I helped
her find another one. When her
first time was horrible, I made
her last time amazing. I was
the one that gave her a cheesy
romance movie beginning.
Since she has never been
swept off her feet, I will be all
the broom she ever needs. So
to my psycho girlfriend, I
refuse to apologize because I'm
going to do you one better.
When ever you freak out and
go through an episode like this
one today I'm just gonna grab
your face and kiss you like your
going away on some very long
business trip. You know... The
kiss where your toes curl up
and your socks pop off. Yea
that kinda kiss. What can I say,
she's psycho because of me
and if if that's not the second
best reward to true love then
idk what is.
(fact)
Miserables witches.
I would think from all the things you try to steal from me and extort from me and my son, you think that it was gonna make you happy.
But to bad it only became a burden load in your life with bad luck like a Egyptian treasure curse.
You should not try to take what's not yours that belongs to me and my son.
Your home are like a fire hazard like your heart, filled with items that you do not deserve to have.
You have no shame for all you've done. That's because you've been taking advantage of people, violating them for so long it leaves you dead inside your soul.
I will be grieving for all the things you have done because that how much I feel sorry for you being that low.
Now I see why so many children lives are corrupted and they future they wind up giving up on.
Now that you mess with mines. I am going to destroy yours. As well as your reputation till you feel the shame crawl through you.
For everything of mines are happens to be one of a kind like myself. so stop being a fool and return me what 's mines for all eyes will be on you until you do.
this chick i met at the store one day trying to sell me a jar or raspberry jam.
She said i looked familar.I said she looked familiar to
Elementary school.Third grade.Mrs brown was are teacher.
This girl always sat alone during lunch and at reccess .
Never had i realized how pretty she was so i asked her out to lunch.
When she said yes then trouble started spewing.
She hasnt stopped cutting her meat and shes putting splenda in her sprite drink.
When she speaks shes telling me all the names of her exs in alphabetical order and how it was always them and never her.I seriously doubt this ecspecially when she askes if id like to have a threesome with her sister.
I dont know how this psycho chick got me on date two.Shes pretty and all but thats all shes got too.
Sex is ackward.She insist her dog be in the room.She laughs hysterically the whole time and sleeps through the rest.
On date three i let her go gently.She said shed never forgive me and that i was by far the worst ex she ever had.I thought thank goodness for that.
On friday she called me and said all was forgiven.I asked her how she got my number?she said your mother gave it to me.By the way her name is smidgen isnt it.
I told her it was over.My temper started rising.
she said she didnt mind as her fifth ex was taking her back.I said good luck with that.
Never saw her again but that psycho chick still talks to my mother who says i should have proposed.I tell my mom if only you knew what that psycho chick put me through.