ITT: We write the most fucked up poems we can think of, I'll start

A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.

How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
And how can body, laid in that white rush,
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?

A shudder in the loins engenders there
The broken wall, the burning roof and tower
And Agamemnon dead.
Being so caught up,
So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
Did she put on his knowledge with his power
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?

CUNT

C is for the way you cut your wrists

U is for how uninspired your are

N is for the nigger that raped your mother

T is for totally wicked ;)

How does it feel knowing you will always be worse than others
How can I live knowing i will never achieve as much as my brethren
Doomed to a failure and stupidity
Just because I have
"two spongy mountains"
And a hole

here's an edgy poem i wrote unironically

Butchering the Dead

You heard him play piano
and you cried
and you slept
and you slept
and you

I took your body
and carved for me a symbol.
in your chest
your ribs, snapped birch
limbs soaked in cherry skin
pulled up and around that
mortal maw I made in you.

With your ribs like feather
splayed out among your
nesting skin. I blew into your
lungs myrrh smoke and br e a
king, so they could float
your heart to the gilded ceiling.

I must admit.
I felt powerful forcing this
comet back into space.

I severed your hands
from your slender wrists
and wondered why
Jehu’s dogs wouldn’t
eat her palms. I pressed
them together, so I
wouldn’t have to pray
for you. I felt the need
to light more candles.

As soon as the red
cosmic sphere was lit,
I crept up to your face
and marveled. Your eyes
had no need of coins,
your sapphire gleam
an treat for old Charon
as he moseys along
down the green river.

I left them untouched,
and open to shine.

I pulled further back
on your chest
and ripped
down to your belly.
I found you womb then,
I trembled and trembled again,
when I found what was therein.

I know what you wanted me to do
but

I’m not strong enough to make
you a bow, with which to launch
one-thousand white, horrible arrows
into the forest.

I know you wanted me to warn them,
but nothing will mark my coming.
I blow in and blanket them with snow.
I will cover them thickly across
the crooked branches
and barren nests
and the bones of the scurrying.

punrdgobs III was here

i touch my peepee every night
white stuff appears if I do it it right
one finger in my butt, oh so tight
when mom comes in she turns on the light
remove my finger with a great fright
white stuff shoots to the bulb so bright
ninety six degrees fahrenheit
to the ceiling fan after taking flight
sprays in her eyes and obscures her sight
happens at least once every fortnight

youtube.com/watch?v=MvsIdeQ131Q&feature=youtu.be

I am walking down the street, on the clacky pavement, grey, ground, sky, red, rain drizzles on my face, and I am thinking about the day, oblifuckingations, all the time, piling ever higher, till I slice them down, often with a frown, unless I forget, the pain, that is, and just accept the fate of the dates which just keep coming, and how they are full and stuffy, so I walk across the street, and spot a nice lady, who I might have met on another day, and we would run and play and sing in the rain, skip through the woods, and pick up thistles and the briar patch, lay on lawns in may, go to the beach and just let those dates wash away, the stuffyness of it all, we cant wish it all gone forever, always a give and take innit, but we build, and we let, and we drop and leave, and roll and wander, and always to return, at a place, a table, a bed, a bathroom, a beyond, a river, a 'straunt, a zoo, perhaps its all a zoo, and all there is, to see what this or that creature will do

actually pretty good for what it is. a touch too long imo. very competent

Damn...

a million daggers digging into the penis hole of my heart, inner face dungeon leaking leprous blood, the cunty wound that is my soul will not heal, but oozes petty goo too acidic to be a solution, I slobber at my turmoil, and in turn, leak oil, slipping the discus, unbound full circle turn and let loose, shattering bowls, I know not where it goes, but hope to heave to heavens glory, the pangs of light do brighten my arced toss, and shatter shine a thousand dime mines, die minds, dye mounds, petrified putridity, rupturing in a cosmic throe, up towards the high hell ever balanced, the sharp shards of time crumble in waves of sea, and I can only hope to be washed a sure, all relation ships wrecked, all flags hoisted white, stained with the blood, of a million of a kind closest like me, I stammer stumbling to get a grip, but the clay erodes and I crumble colonies of, whats the difference, the fly or horse is alien crushed, and alls theres to do is seek a meeker to gobble, a howl at my satanous father the sun, and my mother that ass of a tease moon, hardly her royal highness, I, only ever in shadows, a present lowness, no, there are no gifts, not worth the effort of opening, my solid mind, I wish, to say, it to be, to stay, it so to be, true, ashamed of the need of soft, proud to carelessly waste a rag, my haughty luxories, all things disposable, I tread not lightly nor weary, I tread fast, or slow, and whether to or nor fro, I come, and I go