tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post5348046588148001316..comments2024-03-28T00:33:57.308-07:00Comments on Sociopath World: Sociopath poetryUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger299125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-64328435760198037952012-07-20T09:55:49.909-07:002012-07-20T09:55:49.909-07:00Zoe 10:04
That was brilliant!Zoe 10:04<br /> That was brilliant!Monicanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-80119988991756082332012-07-20T09:51:55.013-07:002012-07-20T09:51:55.013-07:00Paint your room tonight with a shotgun. Good night...Paint your room tonight with a shotgun. Good night.<br /><br />lol!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-91481968407778786012012-07-20T09:01:57.742-07:002012-07-20T09:01:57.742-07:00Fake MonicaFake MonicaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-82854528325403649572012-07-20T02:24:22.874-07:002012-07-20T02:24:22.874-07:00Sure.When you provide the apology I am owed we can...Sure.When you provide the apology I am owed we can start over.Ellicitnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-60109934777190564442012-07-19T23:52:22.304-07:002012-07-19T23:52:22.304-07:00An excellent question. Probably washing up of inca...An excellent question. Probably washing up of incapability. Broken, damaged, and now lost. I'd recommend therapy, in addition to sociopath world.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-21322717178199242052012-07-19T23:46:20.557-07:002012-07-19T23:46:20.557-07:00No, Zoe. That's what good poetry does. My favo...No, Zoe. That's what good poetry does. My favorite, T's Elliot's love song of j Alfred prufrock. <br />And the women come and go, but do I dare to eat a peach... not cure references or boring lines with no imagery, no substance, no symbols, and no relativity.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-20280742643859588882012-07-19T23:11:30.434-07:002012-07-19T23:11:30.434-07:00lollolAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-34390465492651884292012-07-19T22:10:36.287-07:002012-07-19T22:10:36.287-07:00It's passing strange that as you leave the mar...<i>It's passing strange that as you leave the marines your wife is thinking of leaving you.</i><br /><br />Yep, and I wonder under what terms he left/is leaving the military.Mɵᴅʊsahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13217438537249025614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-11392674643266681982012-07-19T22:05:49.837-07:002012-07-19T22:05:49.837-07:00great poemgreat poemAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-63941423087516496432012-07-19T22:04:54.799-07:002012-07-19T22:04:54.799-07:00poetry cuts to the chase and goes right for the fe...poetry cuts to the chase and goes right for the feelings, all those fears and unfulfilled desires that we bury under logic, the emotional bullshit that controls us that we pretend we control. it reveals us to ourselves. <br /><br />prose is more polite. it allows you to keep lying to yourself.<br /><br />bad poetry is also revealing. but it makes us vulnerable in an unflattering way. it's a bit like having your underwear showing because you didn't know how to dress for an occasion. <br /><br />seeing someone's underwear showing like that is a reminder that if we're not careful others might see our own, Kany.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-33923856184572250132012-07-19T21:30:09.454-07:002012-07-19T21:30:09.454-07:00yes i like Monica, anonyes i like Monica, anonAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-44077921045836006722012-07-19T21:28:53.230-07:002012-07-19T21:28:53.230-07:00fee fie foe fum i smell a Kany deflection.fee fie foe fum i smell a Kany deflection.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-25337833479848991622012-07-19T21:26:37.275-07:002012-07-19T21:26:37.275-07:00Gungy you don't need to justify yourself to UK...Gungy you don't need to justify yourself to UKan, that's all he wants. You're better than that. <3Monicanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-10167618318652829202012-07-19T21:16:36.851-07:002012-07-19T21:16:36.851-07:00Gungy
I'll suck your cock <3Gungy<br />I'll suck your cock <3Monicanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-48002715735454188582012-07-19T21:12:12.980-07:002012-07-19T21:12:12.980-07:00Daddy
by Sylvia Plath
You do not do, you do not ...Daddy<br /><br />by Sylvia Plath<br /><br />You do not do, you do not do <br />Any more, black shoe <br />In which I have lived like a foot <br />For thirty years, poor and white, <br />Barely daring to breathe or Achoo. <br /><br />Daddy, I have had to kill you. <br />You died before I had time-- <br />Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, <br />Ghastly statue with one gray toe <br />Big as a Frisco seal <br /><br />And a head in the freakish Atlantic <br />Where it pours bean green over blue <br />In the waters off beautiful Nauset. <br />I used to pray to recover you. <br />Ach, du. <br /><br />In the German tongue, in the Polish town <br />Scraped flat by the roller Of wars, wars, wars. <br />But the name of the town is common. <br />My Polack friend <br /><br />Says there are a dozen or two. <br />So I never could tell where you <br />Put your foot, your root, I never could talk to you. <br />The tongue stuck in my jaw. <br /><br />It stuck in a barb wire snare. <br />Ich, ich, ich, ich, I could hardly speak. <br />I thought every German was you. <br />And the language obscene <br /><br />An engine, an engine <br />Chuffing me off like a Jew. <br />A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen. <br />I began to talk like a Jew. <br />I think I may well be a Jew. <br /><br />The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna <br />Are not very pure or true. <br />With my gipsy ancestress and my weird luck <br />And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack <br />I may be a bit of a Jew. <br /><br />I have always been scared of you, <br />With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo. <br />And your neat mustache <br />And your Aryan eye, bright blue. <br />Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You-- <br /><br />Not God but a swastika <br />So black no sky could squeak through. <br />Every woman adores a Fascist, <br />The boot in the face, the brute <br />Brute heart of a brute like you. <br /><br />You stand at the blackboard, daddy, <br />In the picture I have of you, <br />A cleft in your chin instead of your foot <br />But no less a devil for that, no not <br />Any less the black man who <br /><br />Bit my pretty red heart in two. <br />I was ten when they buried you. <br />At twenty I tried to die <br />And get back, back, back to you. <br />I thought even the bones would do. <br /><br />But they pulled me out of the sack, <br />And they stuck me together with glue. <br />And then I knew what to do. <br />I made a model of you, <br />A man in black with a Meinkampf look <br /><br />And a love of the rack and the screw. <br />And I said I do, I do. <br />So daddy, I'm finally through. <br />The black telephone's off at the root, <br />The voices just can't worm through.Empath Poetrynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-85161762566056474172012-07-19T21:10:47.820-07:002012-07-19T21:10:47.820-07:00You didn't make choices Gungy. You handed over...You didn't make choices Gungy. You handed over that right to someone else because you knew that you couldn't make good ones. Marrying your pregnant girlfriend was not an opportunity. Ditching her was. You didn't take the opportunity to run out on her, instead you put your life up for sale and sold it to the marine corp.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-71829889028727606272012-07-19T21:08:11.471-07:002012-07-19T21:08:11.471-07:00LOL! Like you haven't been on this site. Your...LOL! Like you haven't been on this site. Your happy life has kept you a regular here picking the same fights with new meat for quite some time. Your appearant desire to shove something up my ass is a bit unnerving to and I don't think have really done anything except give me the attention I wanted you to until I was bored and prove yet agin to all 300+ views of this site that you are a total idiot with very little to live for. Paint your room tonight with a shotgun. Good night.<br /><br />UKan talk to me tomorrow.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-59172225346541489672012-07-19T21:07:26.553-07:002012-07-19T21:07:26.553-07:00I like how you think every philosophical thing sai...I like how you think every philosophical thing said here is zen shite or Yoda. Ha ha ha. You said you were getting a masters in psychology? You have the education of a primary school student. I guess it must be American schooling.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-73426664564303905092012-07-19T21:03:43.993-07:002012-07-19T21:03:43.993-07:00I didn't NEED anything. I saw ops and took the...I didn't NEED anything. I saw ops and took them. She wasn't an alcoholic back then... I think I've helped with that over the years to. To some I am a hero and some fame has come, I could give two shits about that now either. You say I was unable to cope... No I was very able and still am, I said I had trouble with my life, nit that I couldn't manage it. Every choice I made was a choice, not a need. Just one means to and end. And I suppose you have done much better you free man you?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-75193544471046524472012-07-19T21:02:57.991-07:002012-07-19T21:02:57.991-07:00No I have a great life. That's where I was whi...No I have a great life. That's where I was while you were sitting there in your shite crash pad being pathetic with your bunk leg. I was out having a great time with my friends while you sat alone pecking my name out over the past few days wanting me to give you some attention. <br /><br />You said your wife has realized that you are no longer a good bed mate. I have to wonder, how long has it been that she has thought that of you? Have you ever wondered? It's passing strange that as you leave the marines your wife is thinking of leaving you. I guess she doesn't think you are useful anymore.<br /><br />It's funny that people who get fucked up the arse in here always say they are bored and try to run for it. Is that how you act when you get fucked in real life? No wonder your wife thinks you are a terrible bedmate.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-48718763191760649412012-07-19T20:59:14.943-07:002012-07-19T20:59:14.943-07:00That's rich. More Zen like shit. Freedom is ...That's rich. More Zen like shit. Freedom is a state of mind. Yes, I suppose it can be. Tell that to the guy doing 15 to life in a small cell. But then again, that's the illusion.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-65906828313029895412012-07-19T20:58:03.037-07:002012-07-19T20:58:03.037-07:00Well, if you insist. I can tell you how much of a ...Well, if you insist. I can tell you how much of a loser you are by not being able to get out of a trailer by yourself. That you needed an alcoholic to help you out of that puddle and into a parental role you couldn't hold. Well, at least after you knocked her up you married her and made the following 20 years an equal wreck to how you would have been by yourself. Dragging someone down is always impressive to me. But I bet you feel like the hero. The war hero unable to cope before, and after the military. But at least it didn't ruin you, and you can claim service and be looked up o by every "gun toting redneck"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-13503273706640044542012-07-19T20:57:04.805-07:002012-07-19T20:57:04.805-07:00UKan continue to put words in my mouth and thought...<b><br />UKan continue to put words in my mouth and thoughts in my head.<br /></b><br /><br />That's what I do.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-36481843792408849082012-07-19T20:55:42.433-07:002012-07-19T20:55:42.433-07:00I bet you're nothing more than an ounce a week...I bet you're nothing more than an ounce a week weed dealer to some local punks that you seem to think are the sociopaths you stroll across in your "line of work."<br /><br />You're a retard-widow-licking-limp-dick whose only claim to fame ever is: UKan.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-628748600098131100.post-23284498224155238012012-07-19T20:54:28.878-07:002012-07-19T20:54:28.878-07:00Freedom is a fucking illusion you twit, just like ...<b><br />Freedom is a fucking illusion you twit, just like Postmodel's purpose. I handed over my life <br /></b><br /><br />This says it all about you Grungy. America's home grown bitch. Ha ha ha. Freedom is a state of mind. It's no illusion. It's as real as you want it to be. You didn't want freedom because when you had it you didn't know what to do with it. You don't know what to do with it now that you have it. You are too much of a coward to face life. That's why you gave it over to your government.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com