It is such a grotesque situation
I can’t verbally match how I feel
Seems I’m staled in a dissociation
I can’t say what I want to reveal
If I could get some help, I’d be glad
But there isn’t a sign, so I’m worried
Cause it looks like I’m back from the dead
And I’m living again the whole story
As the time passes by, I remember
What seemed vague and disjointed, comes clear
Like your voice of familiar timbre
From the messenger record I hear
The plot goes like we’ve known it before
Where and when, matters less, my sweet angel
In the most recent life we showed more,
Much more than if I were a stranger.
A BULL in a china shop with a permanent rotten smell of musk
Under the moonlight
You create critique grotesque
Borderline sighting.
Grotesque Gimply the Green Eyed Witch
Was trying to rake her hair without a twitch.
Tangled burrs and fleas made her skull itch.
We watched in silence, myself and Fitch.
Fitch is the cat with who knows the switch.
For Grotesque Grimply can be a rather mean witch.
I sat in the dark, hiding away in the pitch.
The silent bat, who understands her niche.
What's something
really gross
you've seen lately?
For me,
it was a toothless old lady
on a bus stop bench,
gumming Cheetos she first
softened up
in a paper cup of water,
her mouth and chin
bright orange.
I no longer need to understand the deception of atoms.
the spiral deconstruction that built the error
of the hot afternoons, sore backs
of monthly purchases and a family.
I already know what happens in this corner of the universe,
because I quit my job at the lighthouse
and undid the path of artificial light.
memory sofa.
a scarecrow driving away thoughts.
like flies that disturb the day
flying over the rotten table set.
do you see in the window the field with the crushed daisies?
see the sun's round, indifferent face?
and the indecent smile of time
licking the calendar weeks,
you see?
Grotesque green grandpa and grandma goblins gratifying greasy gravies.
Gregariously greeting grateful guests who are going goat-herding in Greenland.
Glimpsing grievous grandchild who gobbles greasy gravies greedily,
Grandma and Grandpa gives Gabe, their gallivanting grandson a glimpse of
Grotesque germs giggling and gallivanting in grease. Gabe is good-natured
as he gobbles, and gasps at the germy gunky gravy.
punctured peace puking
afflicted passion pulsing
lousy lust lurching
dainty draws drooling
dark desires dangling
fetish fate fostering
lanky life lusting
sundry saps starving
hoisted hacks hunting
some choose wives
some, salient strife;
twain tamed ties
grotesque ghost gadding
when d.t.s' declining.
19:12:03:14:56
Fresh baby berries blue, spread out in afternoon
On a fluffy smooth bed of cheesecake creamery
A surface filled with new red cherries mix
Clean peach slices cold and quite delicious
Fill in foundations on the side of delicate delights
A thin line of chocolate swirls above pure love
Deserts heaven is at the core of tasty pleasure
Too bad savages can't employ a fork
That would be too easy, normal and what for
Barbarians destroy the mood
Never learned to use a spoon
Filthy hands grab at the cake
Savages fill their faces full
Stuff it in with wild abandonment
Laughter remains with dirty plates
Manners and crumbs lay on the floor
*(This is an Epulaeryu poem with a twist)
She slithers in big tree branches
Waiting for darkness to took over brightness
Her hissed is a venom
Like a creepy sound of midnight phantom.
Look directly in her eyes and you will be deceive
Behind this maiden's beauty hids a grotesque cruelty
She will make you fall on your knees and grovel
Taking over dominion
Her teeh is a craft whesthoned
By the victim she hadtake possession
Never ever let yourself lulled by her charm
If you want to miss the chance to be disarmed.
She slithers in big tree branches
Waiting for darkness to took over brightness
Her hiss is a venom
Like a creepy sound of midnight phantom.
Look directly in her eyes and you will be deceive
Behind this maiden's beauty hids a grotisque cruelty
She will make you fall on your knees and grovel
Taking over your dominion.
Her teeth is a craft whesthoned
By the victim she hadt ake possession
Never ever let yourself lulled by her charm
If you want to miss the chance to be disarmed.
motionless notions
jotionless morons
noneless addicts
poemless antics
The grotesque weight of human ignorance
Has slain the carcasses of innocence
Though I shall amplify resilience
Decline its fascist pleas to vanquish
No more spare anus it shall rape
No severed tissues we shall tape
No stealth blades puncturing the nape
We're foreign to psychotic language
Advance we must, cascade we shan't
Supremacy's the hymn we chant
Our eminence shall never slant
Majority refrains to languish
Not a stain of slumber peaks
Bones of stark rivalry we seek
Dear humanity,
I’m beginning to lose my ability to see
the beauty I once saw in you.
-I wrote this for YOU.
BEAUTY in the
GROTESQUE.
Beauty on the ragged side.
FILTH.
The worse you use to describe what you see.
TRUTH.
The worse you use to describe your religion.
WRONG.
The word you use to describe anything you don’t believe.
BEAUTY.
The word you use to describe the bruises under my eyes.
I wish that I could open your eyes a little more.
Will you condemn me for what I see, what I believe?
Who I am?
FILTH.
The word I’d use to describe your hand on my flesh.
TRUTH.
The word I’d use to describe faiths.
WRONG.
The word I’d use to describe close mindedness.
BEAUTY.
The word I’d use to describe what I see.
Condemn me all you want when I try to find the
beauty in a grotesque world. To find inspiration in sorrow.
For we are all diamonds in the rough.
s--t--i--t--c--h--e--s
line my body
limbs sown TOGETHER
in a grotesque display of
LOVE
you name
r
i
p
p
e
d as a j g e
a g d
line upon pale skin
ANGRY RED LINES betray the pain
fresh
raw
red
real
just like you were
the last time I saw you?
REAL.
before you too
DENRUT
away.
O two N people E in
who are you?
Who are we?
who am I?
YOU SAID
you said
and she carves the name
of the one she
LOVES
and watches it
bleed
bleed
bleed
away
tonight.
forget my name
and open a vein.
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