I noticed that a lot of peeps here on the org dabble in a
bit of poetry writing and I've orgnoted poems back and 4th
with a lot of you.

Lately, I've been trying out a new theme, the hate poem
For some reason I never tried expressing anger and madness
before. But since a few weeks something brought on a lot
of rage and I've been writing a lot about that.

So uhm, I was wondering if you'd care to share some of your
most spitefull, malignant poetry with us.

You don't have to tell what it's about if you don't want to
heheh. We'll just draw our own conclusions. Here's mine to
start off with:



A BODY

The Vermin came to claim their own
Investment from the stranglers
Nice boys, dressed in Gucci shoes
Their buttocks clenched in wranglers

They Broke a neck or two and fell
Beyond grasp. I lay very still
I smelled them on the wind as they
Precisely moved in for the kill

My hipbone broke, I swore revenge
Spiked glove, rural motorcade
I went out looking for the one who’d
Cash in on the vows I’d made

Sat me down upon him, rode him
opened up a can of worms
Told him of the ails I’d suffered
Said I could not come to terms

With this morose injustice as it
Juxtaposed upon my brow
Asked him to avenge my marrow
Seamlessly rejoining now

Should have listened when I said:
“The gullible make headline news
Cannon fodder picked up by the
Blizzard of the evening news”.

But as it was and as it is now
No one wants to hear a voice
Unless it spills from arid lips
Attached to narcoleptic boys

So rode my brave new soldier with
A slight disgust inside of me
Dismounted him and lied to him
Up, around and through my teeth.

And as the zephyr whistled through
the gap between his teeth I knew
That he would add the last drop of
his blood to consecrate this brew

Which simmered by the bedpost
as I claimed to have been wronged
My strong new man proclaiming
he would do as I had longed

Sent him out to hunt you down
My straddled necromancer
Drew his sword fromout it’s sheath
cut out the malignant cancer

I hope he'll find you unaware
tomorrow or the day thereafter
Breaks your legs and ties you wrists
tightly to that stinking rafter

On which you so prominently
kept my foolishness afloat
La Reine and I shall set out for
your anguish in our little boat

And we shall find you sleepdrunk on
the tide which carries all and none
We'll dowse your flesh in kerosene
-in rivulets the brew shall run

Into your eyes, into your mouth
Fill your navel, sting your groin
And we'll ordain your torso with
some amulets and one small coin

Currency for him who'll take
your carcas to the netherworld
Watch now, as Margot untiest the
knot, her hair becomes unfurled

And from it's nest a box of matches
slips into my palm, and I
shall venture now to strike it,
watch it sparkle in your eye

How can I claim heroics when
You keep me on this leash
Nurse me and console me, once
You’ve got me on my knees?

It's easy, I'm equipped for this,
I'm only here on borrowed time
When you first hit me I went out
to trade my only life-line

To trade it for a frame of mind
a match, an executioner
Margot stepped forth from halflight
-she entranced me with a whisper

Claiming "If you burn this man
along with him you'll burn the past".
And as I contemplated this
her voice rang out like broken glass

"For he shall be your downfall,
your betrayal and denunciation
Dowse the man and burn him,
whilst we murmur incantations".

And now we've come full circle,
for you tought me obediance
I will obey and strike the match
I will obey and watch flames dance

As smoke curls up toward the moon
and as your body crackles
Margot and I will set off home
Ordained and freed from all our shackles.




spelling errors by istenszek

How about a spiteful limerick?

An orger I know who is dull
And always creates such a lull.
He bitches and moans,
about the Rolling stones,
And goes by the name of rdhull.

2the9s said:

There once was an orger named sag
Who carried her things in a bag
She would wander round town
In an old wedding gown
And at 9s her finger would wag

There once was a tosser called Larry
Who nobody wanted to marry
He shacked up with Prince,
Who's stopped swearing since,
What a tosser.

2the9s said:

Do one for me too!

REDFEATHERS said:

Of Orgers RED is the most
Deserving of a genuine boast.
The only time flames
From REDFEATHERS came
Were those ocassions she was making toast!

IstenSzek said:

Wow. Great work.

I didn't write this, a friend of mine did, and she wrote it about a friend of hers who she had a falling out with... (She wrote it when she was 15)

Mediocrity!

Quote my insanity and feed off my inspiration
Swallow my vanity to create your own sensation
Mimic my movement to attempt merging motivation
Lock up my ideals, to play prophet to yout liberation

Amuse my naked eyes with your magazine style
Those recycled looks that will merely last a while
That commercial motion and toothpaste smile
You're just a nobody in deep denial

Walk around with your brand name showing
With your one hit wonders and paperbacks flowing
You'll always be a rat in the 'rat-race' crying
Even if you win the race you're still a rodent trying!

Undress my thoughts so I can play your sacred idol
Dress my body to become your personal Barbie doll
Bash your bible and preach each and every word for word whole
While sacrificing everything in return for your soul

Devour my tainted truth to explain your dirty lies
Laugh at my complex jokes to silence your shallow cries
Worship everything I do, yet hate me and despise
Envy my perfection in comparison to your compromise

The harder you try to please the deeper you have to crawl
The higher you wear those heels the greater the risk to fall
The faster you think you're moving the closer you're to the wall
The more you think you are, the less you are at all

All you'll ever be
Is a shadow of me
Nothing more
Than the best of mediocrity!

---

Ouch!

She was angry at the time! hehe
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[This message was edited Mon Dec 8 13:47:59 PST 2003 by Diva]

Diva said:

WOW she was 15 when she wrote this!!! great work!

butterfli25 said:

I know!! She's a talented girl...

This is Langston Hughes', not mine, but it's one of my favorite "jaded" poems.. and it's poignantly simple...

A Christian Country

God slumbers in a back alley
With a gin bottle in His hand.
Come on, God, get up and fight
Like a man.

How about some Prince Haiku for just this occasion?

Yeah, I got a gun.
Oh, I don't? Well, what is this?
Yeah...You quiet now.

Diva said:

Yep, that's a good one too. Particularly for that age.

2the9s said:

do one for me too

2the9s said:

Oh I feel blessed now!



Sheeit! I smell burning!