A Little Girl Lost

Abandoned to sadistic streets, A school room of sullen tears, A little girl lost beneath A blanket of rejection and fears Moves slowly through The lonely night; The effects of drugs Are wearing off… And dawn has no promise

War Is A Vicious Cycle

Civil Wars, World Wars Mass Killings, Killing Fields Genocide, Terrorism War is inevitable There are a lot of evil people. Hitler, Pol Pott Mao Zedong, Hirohito Bin Laden, Stalin Saddam Hussein, Lenin

States Of Mind

Frustrated I felt frustrated As I saw you Walking down the road With the handsome man, My best friend Once upon a time. I still feel the pain When you ignored my love,

Color Blind…

Eyes color blind shut irritant to light, egoistic visions blur the brain, deter the mind from appreciating the virtues in others, in the blessed environs A disease diagnosed easily by wisdom minds The symptoms of hurting sadistic deeds and words Ere restoring brightness to shut out unopened eyes, Cure Divine may enlighten darkened minds

Going Mad

The only way i am truly at peace is when i watch the blood flow dark, thick, warm & flowing, even gushing from my arms or the throat of another relieving the pain for now hands are stained in red again the only way a sadistic mind functions is by watching others fail the only real remedy. this is all i ever knew. too different for the others to conceive every one says......One day you will hit rock bottom I never hit it, i was born there don't remember me

Sextuple Senryu For Artificial Things

Artificial breaths, Like mimicking feelings of Love with empty souls, Artificial love, Like sex mimics of drugged, raped Girls, being in chains, Artificial sex, Like mimicking life in the

The Telly Trouble

:) What kids are watching on telly are crimes and crimes in all variety! Crimes of hate crimes of passion acting it out at shocking rate thinking in some wild fashion then ending up cell mates!

Your Trace From Anyer To Ujung Kulon

I traced the road where you live and I didn't find the presence of your trace there From Anyer to Ujung kulon, there were no remain about you It's not even 1 year since the tsunami hit the north coast of Banten on there It's not even 6 months pandemics yet to hit this country—like gold and diamond bijou Scratches and cracks in the ground along with the scars of nature's wrath are still clearly visible in there 2 days in October 2020 when there were insulation everywhere from Jakarta to Ujung Kulon, my old friend and I tried to find traces of nature and His majesty but Neither I find you

Beautiful Creatures

The soil which we plant our seeds beautifully dangerous, remarkable creatures strangely complicated, a delicate rare breed shelters, nurturers, the definition of strength and warmth crazy-sadistic, seductive-angelistic beings Women, all one of a kind incredible, intellectual, beyond and between the lines pain and hardship they endure apologies that at times we're blind

The Traffic Sheep~

It can be in the roll of the dice - oh happy day! ! ! As in, perhaps, more than one address... Anyway you look - it is a huge gamble... When speaking of Pamela and this filthy mess; Mending will not make your operation stable Needle and thread only holds for just so long - Weaving your way with more deception... Is simply a repeat of all the old WRONGS;

A Dreadful Day

Have you ever walked on a sea of sand? And thought it broken glass? Have you left your heart in a barren land? And be haunted by the past? Have you ever smiled at something blue? And be drenched by pouring rain? Have you ever felt love close to you? And be seared with white-hot pain?

Awakening Sonja~

Through her obvious and smug delight of face We see through her sheer floral embroidered lace; She is still such a true sadistic fool Unsound & unwound - her thread bearing spool; Let it be noted - all shall not be well For you see distraction's are commonplace in the bowels of Hell;

Aceldama

Crimson eyes awaken, as the smell of blood arouses, I lie in turmoil wondering what has been, yet I already know..... I sit on the edge of my bed, yet it feels like reality, I know this must be a dream, yet this one suits me pleasantly,

Written Word~

Common sense has taken it's leave - it seems The brazen have lost all self control... Shooting their poison arrows into our face's With the continuation of an EVIL witches role; She is the wicked's messenger of today (spokeswoman) Her sadistic - anal retentive mind simply glows All information is gleaned by the bad and the good... As the witch with thread and needle continues to sew;

The Women

She is that seed, which bore this humongous tree, and, also the keeper who drained out her riches to all; And we awarded her with blames of providing less. She is that firefly, who, although had been confined to her cage, continued the lightening up of her world. She is that road,

Looking Machine

That's what I call the ones like you That's sick. So disgusting. How can she? Why would she? All those demonic tattoo's up and down her arms. A pentagram displayed as a portrait on her entire back. How did a lady like this even come to be? The strength one can draw from the negativities from other's is wonderfully sadistic. So artistic. I would have it no other way. This is me. Every tattoo is a permanent representation of my own trials, troubles, struggles, and memories. Proudly I wear them through this life. And proudly I will wear them through many more. Stare. Say what you may. Hate me from afar. Despise me up close. So mechanical in all your ways. PLEASE. For the sake of utter hate. Get a Life. Being a Looking Machine for life is a truly Pathetic fate

The Monster~

Her mind is a twisted mass of 'steel grey' Some who know her say that she is quite peculiar Her surroundings are embellished in mud and grime It is her fervent aim to be a supreme ruler; Ah, to control us like marionettes, once again... Using the same SALT - the rabbit's once ate Manipulation sans the pantry flour & table sugar She uses familiar white borne of a heart filled with hate;

Disappear

Born for necessity Born for another’s greed. Another’s need Stuck here now in limbo Hating me. Hating you Hurting me. Can’t you see? Alone I am. Alone I shall be No world or realm is ready for me Blood drops to the floor. Bearing the scars of sickness and pain With this lifeless body only your bank account will gain Pictures were turned over so many years before

Intentions~

Chimera knows about the dark side of the moon Chimera knows many incantations Chimera knows evil like the back of her hand Chimera knows sadistic and savagery raise her Chimera knows toxic pleases her Chimera knows destruction is her favorite compulsion Chimera knows that all the good desserts she prepares Are best served up cold Chimera's cheesecake is KILLER Yes, Chimera knows

A Short History Of Pain

No dream could ever be as sadistic as the swift brutal pain known as love. Falling in love often results in radioactive dreams