Best Caustic Poems

A day can make a harder week 
A week can make a month of pain 
A month of pain a year so bleak 
It feels like drowning in the rain 

These are the little riddles in the middle of insane 

A little bit can satisfy...

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A CAUSTIC CACTUS

You left me low in the high Sierras
standing naked and all alone
there stood I midst sorrow and sand
sorrow, sand and stagnant stone

there was one lonely cactus
almost lonely as lonely me
both of us begging for sustenance
neither of us to ever be set free

I can't...

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Corrosion within a hobbling democracy
Altruism died along side a Calvary king
United we stand divided we'll get mauled
Severe stratification at the political ball
Time bomb attached to societal tumors
Insidious forces lurking about a white room
Caucuses are in the teeth of the 666 beast...

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when it would be caustic
may have been main topic
could be catastrophic...

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Caustic is as caustic does
she likes to hurt me just because.
Her acid reign upon my soul
has burned and seared till
I'm not whole.
Feel the sizzle of her kiss,
I hate to want to live like this.
Alive, Alive ,I'm so alive !
she has the power, has the drive
to...

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Caustic Negativity is like saltwater pounding the rocks
in the ocean,
After awhile,
The rocks experience degradation or erosion,
How can an element as light weight as water
create such decay?
Especially to gigantic rocks that adorn its way?
Water becomes powerful collectively and uses its force
to destroy suspected enemies,
with enough pounding,
It...

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Fitting my eye
to the keyhole
I peak into 
the elegant room.
I have an amazing view.
Beyond the table still holding
the remains of last nights
gourmet Meal, with 
flecks of spilled pepper 
shining on the snowy linens.
To the rumpled bed,
it's fluffy pillow tossed,
unwanted onto the plush gray
of the floor.
The...

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In spring time
I get mad angry
At the snow leaving
And I’m wicked caustic
In my temperamental
Waking from
Hibernating sleep...

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as i write this
i'm being con
sumed but not
ever understand
ing why it's by you

of course as a
hobo homeless
person i gladly
and when see
ing you see

that my desire
is more then my
want but for some
one such as myself
i'm on the bottom

shelf where people
don't bend or stoop
to see what is...

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