Short Sickens Poems

Being present in any
list 
sickens an
individualist.

Volodymyr Knyr 
2014...

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The story of school starting is here
It began with a bell and a cheer
Bob brought a talking chicken
My, my, what the sickens
Harridan Teacher silenced them with fear...

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It fills, it feeds
It kills, it breeds

It posions, it sickens
Limbs stiffen, blood thickens

It is nothing,
It is everything.

It is made clear
And it is fear....

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to not see you when i wake up
or to see you but not as you are
i love you but you didnt have to change
so much it sickens me

you dont have to try to make me jealous
you do your job just fine
but look at yourself in that mirror

this ISNT YOU...

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Your memory sickens me , 
but I want more.
I re read your letters , the 
scars are still sore
It's driving me mad!
but the sickness feeds my soul 
the laughter blurs the emptiness
the bitter taste of death 
and all this time its; 
killing me 
but your presence gives me breath...

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dont leave me here 

i can't be alone

the voices overwhelm me

the lights blind me

the stench sickens me

the thoughts scream to me

with you its not so scary

you hold and comfort me

with you i can fight the darkness of my brain

protect me

once more?

before im all gone...

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It doesn't get you a leg up to hate the other person
Like a needle, hate pierces through your heart 
Like a plague, it sickens your mind
Until you're only possessed by vengeance
Unless you opt for clemency
Hate will drive you in the midst of an erupting volcano
And will tear your heart apart into jagged bits...

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You're married man, 
But you don't care. 

It's not the
Woman or the 
Mermaids that are
Your Romance. 

It's dark alleys
and indiscretion
that make you 
Orgasm. 

It sickens me, 
though we are 
the same,
Except you 
Fail to Admit
Who you are. 

And your wiriness
Doesn't become
a Married Man. 

And death we 
Do not part....

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Attention America 
Can't you see 
We are not the land of the free. 

We represent 
Oppression 
Possession
regression 
And this sickens me.

Our four fathers fought for freedom
From taxes
Rulers 
And greed. 
Now, This is what makes America bleed. 

We are not the land of the free
We are the land of me, me, me....

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I am now free.  
I have loosed the chains from me.  
I leap on the lessons of my old life.  
I now have morals that I can trust in this new life.  
This question remains:  “Why am I here?”  
Do I have so much that others fear?  
It sickens me like polluted air I breathe.   
I constantly want to leave.  To run.  To hide.  
Perhaps get away.  Just to survive....

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“It’s not a matter of if, but when.”
Dr. Lawrence Hayes in Brad Peyton's movie: San Andreas

San Andreas' carnage sickens
the plot thickens
to higher stakes
than mere earthquakes
	
relationships split wide-open
wondering when
knowing the past
the end forecast
	
disease, divorce, death, denial
earth's life trials
how can one cope?
God’s grace brings hope

...

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If you wanted my beating heart
You should’ve treated it right from the start

Yet you set me on fire 
cause you hate yourself
Watched my burning pyre 
As you berate yourself

Now my carcass smolders 
In the ashes of
What sickens me to call our love 

It gives me glee to see
It blow away in the wind
As if it was never there to begin 
And at last I am free again...

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COLD BLOODED

Summer grows old
cold-blooded
tree’s scant
leafless twigs 
bend and break
creek and whither

Anaemic the suns
pathetic rise
and fall so soon
the rainplunge of
icedew sickens
to greysludge gloom


Winter takes hold
cold-blooded
labouring storms
iceflesh to bone
sallow and shrunken
we faceforce doom


© Kim van Breda—29 September 2015...

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The Pillars of humanity
felled by little boys tears
Irish clover
not so lucky for boys in white
defrocked
a new generation of holy men
the cycle of sodomy
sickens the soul
yet the masses
on their knees
sending child
like  a lamb on the cross
blood droplets
religious tears glow
ah but the Irish clap
as Saint Patrick
condemns them to purgatory
wishing the evils ones
had been aborted...

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May, for all her beauty, sickens me
flowers and sunshine-
make the world blind
to the utter misery!

Spring, new life- supposedly
yet I gaze around
this friendless town
too many bad memories!

Anguish, pain- it blackens me
my soul is hollow
the rest will follow
as May drags on relentlessly...

She carries the misery-
will I ever find-
solace? peace of mind?
not until May fades away!
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I can't live without this
I have found life in death
Healing through sickness
Creation through destruction
Light in darkness
I can't live without this

That which holds me down gives me flight
That which enslaves me, frees me
That which sickens me, heals me
I've found purity in filth
and Filth in purity
Nothing held sacred is sacred

Sickness overcomes me
It lets me soar



(Originally written 11-24-19)...

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not made out of stuff
soft skin to touch
cry because you are a perfect girl
1% role model for a world

please cry... dont hurl
you are becoming to perfect for me
i cant stand you
your bodily greed

you thin as a pin
you start to look at me...
as a trash bin
and your progression...
sickens me

loves in a brown apple core
goodbye i dont know you anymore
i walked out her dried up garden
she lost and lost her stardom...

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inner beauty,
outer beauty,
she's got it all,
everyone thinks she's a doll,

some people like her more then they should,
which drives her to hide her beauty from as many people as she possibly could,
the thought of a person like that sickens her,
but now her beauty has lead someone like that to her makes matters worse,
she feels as if her beauty is more of a curse,

soon enough she'll be up and about,
strutting her beauty again,
inside and out....

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inner beauty,
outer beauty,
she's got it all,
everyone thinks she's a doll,

some people like her more then they should,
which drives her to hide her beauty from as many people as she possibly could,
the thought of a person like that sickens her,
but now her beauty has lead someone like that to her makes matters worse,
she feels as if her beauty is more of a curse,

soon enough she'll be up and about,
strutting her beauty again,
inside and out....

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Sick cold and bothered by life, I'd like to die.
Till death do it's part, may I live in sin while falling apart.
Born with greed behind my ears..whats to fear less I exist to begin?
Listen to company and stand against plans.
Of your own design may God fall!
Despite my hate, I still require love.
Residing in all those called above lies those below.
Forgotten pain reminds only of the blessing you sick ones betrayed.
Loyalty sickens and the graves are thick with jealousy....

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Russell...
i agree at least with thee,
the line is finer still,
between the great Philantropist,
and the bloody Murderer's will...

good guy on the one side,
suicide bomber the other,
it's enough to put you off your stroke,
where you fail to be a lover,

so you are programmed for the bad,
and are such an evil druid,
hatred sickens self, makes mad,
be nice the thoughtful dude... 

Don Johnson
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