Sui Generis
Sui Generis
Apr 19      Apr 19

you&i; somewhere, first time
to see each other.
you're a stranger
at first
and maybe forever,
yet you are my typical
type of heart stealer.
but that was the first
and last time we'd
see each other.
i'm thinking of you
come to my dreams and
give me your digits.
then i'll beg you on text
to meet me,
soon again,
for the second and
more times.
i'll wait for you,
in my dreams,
i will really wait.

#love   #life   #dreams   #thoughts   #you   #wait   #unexpected   #stealer   #robber   #snatcher  
the robber sneaks into
Effy Royle
Effy Royle
Jun 7, 2014

the robber sneaks into
my space of illuminating
trying to piece together
the things that make me
soon enough he thinks
he has it figured out
placing screws in the abyss,
knowing that if I tock he did
i want to tell him that
nothing will work
no matter how hard
he tries
my hands are broken and nothing
will ever
make them tick again
as much as they can try
as much as i'm already turning my
cogs to start again
the robber takes my broken hands
but just for a bit
"let me borrow them" he says
when he brings them back they are
rusty and used
i want to tell him that it hurts to tick,
how just because i was condoning
the robbing; i wasn't accepting it.
but i don't say a word
i just croak a broken tock
and let him rob me
all over again

this wasn't supposed to be a rape oriented poem, but that's how it turned out. idk, there's a sequel as well.
Hands off,' says the bag of cash to the robber.
Clarice Alvarez
Clarice Alvarez
Jun 12, 2014

'Hands off,' says the bag of cash to the robber.
Or, wishes it could have said,
Because it was an inanimate object,
While the robber was not.
The bag of cash was just a cotton satchel
While the robber was all flesh and blood.

'Where are you taking me?' the bag of cash silently wails.
It doesn't see the light of day
When the robber stuffs it into the trunk of his car.
Alone, the bag of cash occasionally jumps up in the darkness
As the robber's sidekick -- his car
Rushes him to an alien place.

'I have been forsaken,' the bag of cash mopes.
Once the robber takes it out,
The bag of cash will have to die.
It cannot imagine the horrifying thought
Of the robber slitting him open.
Its organs -- the wads of cash -- will all spill out in a puddle.
What did the bag of cash deserve
To meet with such terrible fate?

But the bag of cash hears a gunshot
Once, twice, and thrice.
And a flicker of hope lights up within it.
It sees the light of day again as the trunk opens
And, to its delight, sees the robber
Cuffed by the wrist and wearing a scowl.

'I can go home now,' thinks the bag of cash,
As the police officer takes it into his arms.
And once it's home, back in the vault
It can relay the frightening experience
To other bags of cash, bursting with paper bills and eagerness.

A little something I brewed up while I was DMing some of my friends last night. I kind of like this work a lot, to be honest.
#poem   #story   #idk   #bag   #yay   #theft   #robbery   #robber   #cash  
when a robber has successfully opened the front door
Sep 10, 2013

when a robber has successfully opened the front door
when you were almost certain you were to be victimized
when you are alone and the phone is the only cry for help

then you realize that while you call
life can flash
and you are vulnerable

the police will take a while to come
in that trajectory of time
a robber may do his doings
and you may hurt

that's when you realize
that no matter how strong
no matter how brave
no matter how smart
no matter what bat, knife or defense mechanism in reach

as a woman
smaller than average
weaker then a fully developed man
you realize that you may hurt the perpetrator
but he still has a good chance of taking over you
because you are the  biologically the weaker piece

and vulnerability, the rabbit in the open
you can't run
because the outside is worse
you can't hide
because there is no hole to go to

...then you shake in fear.

there have been two attempts against my home while I was alone.  This poem was inspired by the fear I felt when I realized the front door to the street was wide open while it was dark out.

and my faith has grown stronger because I could have easily been hurt, but I wasn't. God was there with me--and I realized how much more I need to trust him.

In any position of vulnerability, hopelessness, fear, danger--feeling like there is no rabbit hole to hide in is awful. I do not wish this to happen to anyone.

although, I do want to share a point--I live in a low income community were crime rates are high. Yes, I may be naive, but I believe most robbers here are simply desperate because of need and poverty. They are willing to take from their neighbor, but I forgive them. I also do not blame them. I blame circumstance and the tough world created by humanity--the good and the bad. I do not know if they are desperate drug addicts. I do not know if they have starving families. I do not know them. But what I do know is that they are broken inside in some way. A person must be broken to have the courage to break into a home and take what is not his and possibly hurt someone else.

Why are they hurting? Why aren't we helping them by offering a way to heal? Sure, some will refuse and some may have evil intentions, but those that don't? Those in need? driven by desperateness?

what about them?
Jacqueline Flores
Jacqueline Flores
Mar 23, 2014

you broke into my home
searching for anything that can be
easily grabbed
you got a hold of my heart
stole it and just as easy as it was to get
was how easy you ran away with it
i never got a hold of your precious face
you just kept on running
because you kept that mask on

even when i got a hold of you heart as well


#heart   #steal  

I much admire, I must admit,
The man who robs a Bank;
It takes a lot of guts and grit,
For lack of which I thank
The gods: a chap 'twould make of me
You wouldn't ask to tea.

I do not mean a burglar cove
Who climbs into a house,
From room to room flash-lit to rove
As quiet as a mouse;
Ah no, in Crime he cannot rank
With him who robs a Bank.

Who seemeth not to care a whoop
For danger at its height;
Who handles what is known as 'soup,'
And dandles dynamite:
Unto a bloke who can do that
I doff my bowler hat.

I think he is the kind of stuff
To be a mighty man
In battlefield,--aye, brave enough
The Cross Victorian
To win and rise to high command,
A hero in the land.

What General with all his swank
Has guts enough to rob a Bank!

Mar 31      Apr 1

You can render me speechless,
But never wordless,
There was always lust behind your tongue,
I've never been kissed be a true lover,
I guess I'm not stable, I guess I'm not stable,

Fade out scene two
Enter beautiful boy

He said, do you know girl you'd be gorgeous,if.
You'd stop and look in the mirror, you've gained ten pounds since the last time I've seen you, your smile is so loud it hurts, baby girl please shut up, all you do is talk but your words are dust,  those shoes you wear, so many holes, when it rains your feet are like the sea, is that the necklace we found on the beach around your neck? Tackey aren't you,

Zoom out scene three,
Bird eye view of boy,

He screamed are you crazy girl why did you have to know me? If you wouldn't have, you be alive right now hopefully. He laughed through his tears, the mockery and the jeers, nothing would bring his girl back. He whispered I'll use your head stone as a pillow, this grave, a bed for two.

Steven Langhorst
Steven Langhorst
Apr 11      Apr 11

My irritation has been formed by the coagulation of feeling like I am no more then a revenue extraction.
That the scales are not set evenly.
In fact they are set deceivingly like some carny shill selling three chances for a dollar.
As your money mysteriously disappears into the pocket of some large entity.
That is too big to fail and will never see jail for the robberies they have perpetrated.
In fact it's all well regulated.
Pouring out of some mythical  advancement to be had.
Some shell game of market conditions that are set by resource rapers .
Their position defined by their capers sprung.
Or how many people they can expunge or exploit.
Compassion cast to the wind.
The cries of the hungry oh where to begin?
All spawned from the observation of the complacent.
Their disenfranchisement completed around them it's Rome again .

Class inequity  is real here in the US.
#class   #economics   #robber   #barons  
And this unarmed robber spared my life
Ozioma Ogbaji

Yet again, I got robbed
There was no smoking gun or sharp-cutting knife
But still I got robbed
And this unarmed robber spared my life
As always.

He spared my life so I could feel the trauma
He spared my life cos he enjoyed my beat-yourself-up drama
I always put on a show after each soul-crushing robbery
How does he get away with robbing me without any form of thuggery?

Next time, I will kick him in the groin
I will look him in the eye and say his name.
You will not rob me of another precious coin!
You evil thief who loves to tear, break and maim!

And even when I feel him approaching in the dark
I will scare him away with a light that knows no fright
I will imprint on his face an indelible mark
To remind him of the last time he tried to rob me of my light

I will say to him loud and clear,
You will not rob me ever again
Yes, you will not rob me again
You evil unarmed robber called FEAR

Of fear and overcoming fear
#fear   #begone  
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