Short Toxicity Poems
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Evil number Thirty-three
Will chill you with toxicity.
Six feet, neath root of tree.
Though it reeks, Complicity
Wicked, Evil, Thirty-Three.
Max went to a priest for advice
But was told she had to act nice
If Max had the balls
To answer such calls
Transgenders would be throwing rice!
You say you hate him but you won’t escape him. You give me anxiety that I can not flee, you create toxicity and you let it capture me all so he can thrive.
Toxicity for Two
Was it Me
Is it You
Games
Blame
Shame
Pain
Two Changed
Never the Same
Love
Hate
Rage
Center Stage
Emotions Caged
Enslaved
Price Paid
Form:
Black licorice stick tastes very good.
Each day for three weeks ate all she could.
How dumb could she be?
Very dumb was she —
with its toxicity like wormwood.
4/29/2021
The toxicity in the promises of someone who was not worthy of your everything keeps you from drinking the untainted nectar from someone worthy of your all.
-Let it go.
~6/27/18~
oh, would you be so kind?
would you be so kind as to leave my life
leave it for good
take all your baggage and harm
your negativity and toxicity
your selfishness and lies
oh, would you be so kind?
I am anonymous
Inhabiting shadows
In between covert cracks
Inverse morality
Inside toxicity
Insane infinity
I am one of many
Entry to "Pleiades I - Poetry Contest"
Written 25th February 2017
The mistakes of our past,
Circle us like vultures;
Waiting for the wounds
to become infected and fester,
for the toxicity to slowly,
kill us.
As we fall on our backs
staring at shadows,
float across the sun.
Eyes close,
then,
nothing.
Raise your kids with love ?? and affection
Travel with them and share with them beautiful stories of people.
Children raised with negativity are hard to cure
They spread toxicity and bitterness everywhere they go.
Save the society from terrible disaster.
there had been no warning on the flask
no caveat for self-inflicted poisoning
just a devilish delusion of filling the void
it was not the corkscrew that messed it up
but bottle to mouth resuscitation blacked out
all emptiness until surrender meant hope
So bitter but oh so sweet
Enlivened tastebuds and tightened jaws
Better health I long to greet
Biding obedience to natural laws
Naturally cleansing and nurturing
Assimilation and digestion on high
Invaluable health I'm furthering
Toxicity and disease I bid a sweet good-bye
To live in the embraces of
of self-love
means
letting go
of the toxicity–
of the negativity–
of the disillusion–
of the fear–
and of the doubt.
All of these at one point
make us feel safe,
but the truth is
they will ensnare worth
like pestilence ensnaring breath.
I just wanna hold him, all the time
And i wanna do everything i can for him
It's this fiery intimate connection i cant shake
But the toxicity is divine
Hard to love but once you do it's magical happiness
Finally feeling enlightened and free
Don't know if it's real but i love it
Radioactivity
Lightless cyclone
Limpid lime glow
Strip me away
From obsolete human shape
Micro-chemical implosions
Shift
Multi-directional spiral myth
Primordial geometry lost
Through toxicity health dose
Plastic evolutive stage
Futuristic singularity maze
Radioactivity
Give the planet back to the
animals;
Let the air be clean
Give the ocean back to the
waves;
The whales and dolphins within
Remove the toxicity;
All the egos and humanity
Give the land back to nature;
Let it begin to heal
Destroy the destructors,
Return to Mother's circle
As each day is ending
To our beds our bodies wend,
Balance restoration
Is a necessary end.
Send back the negativity
Restore your inner calm
Regain your stolen energy
Equilibrium your balm.
Break the cycle of toxicity
Crack open wide the sour,
Release your positivity
Let kindness be your power.
With words that attack
I will bring you aback
To explore pains you have hidden
Resurface memories that you have long ridden
Venom like a snake bite I'll be leaving my mark
Leaving you alone and lost in the dark
Toxicity in nature questioning how long it will last
Can you feel the devastation of your past
Our city now free
of toxicity
the scum and vermin
moved on
to the nations Capital
where men with two faces
is the norm
Politicians he will love
he fits right in
to the PMs mansion
rats love that sort
of infested environment
God will probably
flood the dam place
he sees who belongs in hell
free Ottawa
Next to the toxicity
Of childhood complexity
And growing into the monster
The worst of the ways
We pass on these days
Are the crippling anxieties we sponsor
Next time you dine
At the table next to mine
We should speak with only our eyes
If they all saw me
As I’m meant to be
They’d forgive me for all my lies
From Lenin to Stalin
Khrushchev to Gorbachev
The USSR tried to
choke the West off
Now with Vladimir Putin
Russia's back and shootin'
Masters of duplicity
Executions through toxicity
________________________
Note: The last syllable of each
name in the second line can
be pronounced like the English
word 'off.'
I ripped the skin off my fingers, I didn’t want a fingerprint that had touched you to linger.
You could never deserve the feeling that my fingers could grace your skin, spat out your kisses as if I didn’t love the taste of toxicity that dribbled down my chin.
Never known a love to stay, they always crack and crumble to my dismay.
On the verge of life and death,
To choose me or you is not a threat.
Past mistakes and patterns have reflected your kind.
No type of tame could control your mind.
It is my choice to pull the trigger.
Your toxicity shall now be gone.
Drown in your poison, a purpose to serve;
To drag you back to the ashes you came from.
-Active Volcano
My mind is toxic! Too many ideas form in my mind, Bouncing around my skull, But few escape. They need to be set free, But they cannot. Like Lake Michigan Being filtered through A coffee sieve, So do my thoughts escape. My hand can’t aid me, Only my lips Can be of some relief, But even then my words, They can fail to fall upon The ears of none For there is truly no one Who truly relates or understands.
Take me back to the dime bag days
when we were hotel hippies,
thirsty for trouble and stuck in a state
of delirium.
Our souls were scattered messes
among the unbent hills -
dreaming of rebellion and freedom,
pockets empty, heart's empty
Having no sense of direction and
craving toxicity like it is a
natural remedy. We were walking
disasters, baddie two shoes.