Will I make to the summer the question now so cold here can't afford to have my heating on such Is the case of the vulnerable In this country now forgotten ones who are no longer treated with respect by 9 years of austerity In which we have become so much poorer by the authority that just doesn't care once I was proud to British but not anymore ashamed would be more to the point makes one wonder where It's all going to end as surely one day It will God bless us all
Thoughts on austerity after nine years used to be proud to be British but sadly not anymore because of the disgusting behaviour of those In authority who have destroyed It's Country along with It's people
Plaits in theory seem to hold the threads of your hair together so tightly. But they’re loose, tangled, fragile creations that with one sudden misplaced head turn consequently fall apart. Plaits are relatable. What a disgusting metaphor she thought as she continued to plait her hair now in tears.
Quite a playful, ridulous bit of nothing. It reflects how my thought process quickly deteriorates. I feel the ending echos millenial disgust. The name is derrived from the Hunger Games.
Drink all unkindnesses through with *** creamy glugs The rested brain of reason with senses drowned, with No polished quality, nor with the beauteous likeness of tact! The shift to jumbo laughs, till the song of drunkenness arrives Come near, booming bounty! We’re the kindred who punch so high, Like easy fools with faded heads, with a bottle-tease for Life Our eyes blinker to the clippings of a soft-ochre melody, Till the butting vows of deepest yearnings spill free We wish to define our flying feet to straighten placement right And with pulsing heads squirm to the Deed of liquor Till it reaches slur-banter, and having nothing, fixing nothing, We fall to the floor, our frolicked bodies sadly squatting Against the beating numbness, in reward for a dying mind Till rounded Time pats the lofty heart made once more sound
Your disgusting your whole body your whole mind and everything you became is disgusting; disgusting disgusting disgusting it was no wonder why you had been alone this whole time it had been no wonder why you’re lonely it had been no wonder why people had left you with pity to your name who you were when you loved too much, or loved too little your disgusting because of the stares people gazed from you and the fear you possessed from it your disgusting from the trouble that you had started to get yourself into and the way the bugs started to crawl up and down your skin never leaving, only allowing you to feel insane and the way your fear started to take control of your body as you were no longer able to move you are just disgusting disgusting disgusting disgusting
When I was writting this poem I was writting it in my POV so I want every single one of you reading this to know that you are beautiful is every single way, shape and form.
i'm sorry darling but i seem to be melting oh? well lets not forget your the one that put the pressure to bring the "heat" as you call it well we appear to be melting in our own toxicity well, isn't that a shame darling we built our own demise by the ones we tried pushing onto each other painfully brutefully digustingly but hence not forget beautifully lovingly
I don't mind melting darling, really as long as we do it together