Short Disgusts Poems
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an adult whose mind
has been soiled by the filth
he daily ingests
has no parent to change him
no cute child - he disgusts us
April 19, 2018 For John Lawless' Contest 'CHANGING THE MIND'S DIAPER'
i don't want to be here. all alone,in this crazy place that is my life. i don't want to
die,but i do want to cry,and cry and cry somemore. i say that love disgusts me,but
thats a lie,a big fat lie,i want love and it seems to elude me. maybe im suppose to
be alone. maybe im suppose to be crazy. maybe im meant to be alone.
Form:
i don't want to be here. all alone,in this crazy place that is my life. i don't want to
die,but i do want to cry,and cry and cry somemore. i say that love disgusts me,but
thats a lie,a big fat lie,i want love and it seems to elude me. maybe im suppose to
be alone. maybe im suppose to be crazy. maybe im meant to be alone.
Form:
i don't want to be here. all alone,in this crazy place that is my life. i don't want to
die,but i do want to cry,and cry and cry somemore. i say that love disgusts me,but
thats a lie,a big fat lie,i want love and it seems to elude me. maybe im suppose to
be alone. maybe im suppose to be crazy. maybe im meant to be alone.
Form:
Opportunities come in varying
disguises
Chances missed always causes
disgusts
Nevertheless, time always is
evolving.
The wheel can't be reinvented but requires
improving
For many it is already too late.
Time and chance has passed.
The next generation will seize
the moment that is paused.
(Written 12th March, 2025)
Solitude does seek some solace
Free from faithless fealty faces
who fear fidelity and sooth.
The fiends of night despise mice
Who have big hearts in their bosom
Which dead would rather devour,
For live flesh disgusts these heartless
crows
Who will never become your doves.
Death's wailing worms who
decompose
All but those who bleed
blood and hearts,
For the jackals shall see them killed,
An off'ring to secret shadows.
You are an evil ___ and you belong in jail.
I will not rest until you are locked in a cell.
I learned what you're doing and it really disgusts me.
You've been sleeping with men just to give them HIV.
A man gave you aids so now you're giving other men aids too.
These men are innocent, what the hell is wrong with you?!
You consider this to be revenge and you must be stopped.
I can't wait to get home because I'm going to call the cops.
A photograph of us: we are blushing
in your bathroom mirror, your body wrapped
around mine. A blanket. A tattoo
needled in. Your beaming chin in my hair.
You, promising marital bliss.
How could you be so lovely?
A photograph of us: 106 miles apart.
Me, wrapped in fading amaranth sheets that now
call to mind evisceration.
You, ripping up wilting notes I wrote to you
til their worthlessness disgusts you.
How could you?
Boo, hiss, spare me the phony sentimentality
Like you really think anyone gives a damn,
And, while you’re at it I say, sarcastically,
Get your side-glancing, eye-rolling response
Nothing so disgusts me as false gooeyness
That syrupy froth that freezes on demand,
Accompanied by raw, unbridled saccharinity
Just one touch of your pure, unavoidable grace.
Written May 22, 2022
For “Sentimentality” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward