Deviant Poems - Poems about Deviant

He slips the noose around her slender neck Cloaked and masked with heavy breath He can't help but be obsessed All the dolls hangin' around - pretty little lies that make not a sound The poison of passion is imagined as they are undressed. The dead in their eyes is magnificent Ivory skin - chill to win Realm of the dark, lips...

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Upon the horizon darkness loomed mocking the shadows in my heart Love was doomed, dismally abused Emotions bleeding out Have I succumbed to malaise and died If there's a faint pulse I have no notion of a vortex if one is whirling There's a windstorm's fury howling somewhere in the distance, an angry thunder is roaring back, mimicking the zephyr's bullied shout revealing the deviant...

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" (Two roads) diverged in a yellow wood and I choose the the one less traveled by and that has made ...

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Dastardly the deviant demon has been depressed and despondent. Despite that, downstairs in his dank dungeon, he decisively decided, to devise a despicable design. Departing from his dreary and dingy dwelling with death and destruction drifting through his deformed dome, Dastardly drudged into the dire decaying desert during the dismal day. The determined and dangerously daring Dastardly discovered the darling...

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How are you my pet? Have all you need? Are you all set? Have all your wants and needs met? Good, now it’s time to pay With your vote for me today Prove your loyalty and appreciation To further our political masturbation Of you my obedient pet Just obey And please don’t fret We need your mindless conformity As...

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I can’t tell you how it all started, That night when manic moon Probed and punctured the pall. I awoke hurtling through space, Somewhere between ideation and shellshock, Somewhere between vertigo and inchoate phrases. I remember redundant circularity, Premises tumbled into conclusions, collapsing onto premises, A colliding kaleidoscope of real and demonic terrors. I pieced together feeble fragments of form, careening, cringing, crying out...

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THE DEVIANT BLACK SHEEP My flock is immensely proud, each one stands tall in the crowd, not me, I keep my stature small, I get dwarfed amongst you all. Mental power you show with flair, none in the world you seem to care. I’m the weakling, at heart so soft, for my empathy I’m always scoffed. All the time you loudly declare, what you do...

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She seems afraid to say too much and not listen enough. Perhaps fear of becoming misunderstood and, worse, too quickly dismissed, her moment, even in this small-staged sanctuary, unnoticed under-nourished unfed unwatered. She wants to share with us her deviant dissonant sufficiency usually seen as negative degenerating autonomy but, occasionally, in epiphanies of positive ecologically healthy revolutionary ZeroZen resonant potential, Receptive tingling silence thumping and breathing singly ringing singing timelessly herstoric within domesticating unreal world...

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I'm dreaming of bleeding My hearts in receding A darkness descending In chambers unending I just want to flippin die It's so putrid, I could cry Could you please tell me why The root of my disease Will I rise from this beating These pieces are excreting Or, will I wither away Decaying and replaying The love that you gave Dusted poison apon my grave Your shovel...

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Deeply rooted dark desires of every deviant sexual urge, divine and unconscionably naughty primordial nuances of sensuality unscrupulously played out in dreamt midnight rendezvous or reality if you dare... it's not so hard to swallow...

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It's not the nights of fear, That lead me to asphyxiation, The darkest of bargains, My soul for her tongue, In exchange for depraved inspiration, I earn my place among, The greatest authors of the era, In the shackles of a Daedra. My goddess forgive me for I have sinned, I have not fulfilled the terms of our contract, For while I forever remain your...

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Section Three Deviant You Sir are strange. I've never met anyone like you. You pick up freshly fallen conkers and eat them. Why is that odd? You dip them in dog crap first. I've seen you kiss a cat on the lips. Normal? Not when it's been dead three weeks. Then there was the time you...

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Either a Delinquent of a Deviant Have I been a delinquent or a deviant? What is message to me, God has sent? Someday must go out on my very own Knowing God will never leave me alone. While I will rest and comfortably sit, For me, you should try to finish it With your ability and also endeavor Now matter what may be...

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A deviant devil with the number 86 blog, Deviant art with a deviant type of log, Try to teach the bible to an angel with one hand, But fingers dipping and licking satans' land? ~~ deviant with his racism jokes that are crass, Bothering good girls and and an angel lass, Laughing bananas with a needle whore, Not throwing the dark wolves out...

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