Shoplifter


She is so selfish on the sea shore.
She steals for pleasure and nothing more.


She lives for adrenaline and cares for no-one but herself.
She says she cannot help it,
But she is a worthless human being swimming in her stolen wealth.


Dopamine protects her from any guilty feelings she may have.
She wants it, so she steals it and puts it in her bag.


I have no pity for her for she is just a thief.
She wants compassion and understanding,
But she cannot take these things from me.


She lives for the thrill of it.  She wants it so she takes it.
She is the dirt on society.  She is empty of feelings.
She has always stolen without thinking about the consequences;
Now she is sat in a jail cell with a new pair of bracelets,
And somebody has stolen her ear-rings.


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i should've known
stolen glances
were just that

stolen
why do i keep looking too deep into everything? // love always
You came out of nowhere.
Sneaked up behind me and turned me around.
Reached into my chest and ripped out my heart.
You ran off.
I have never seen my heart again after that day.
But your always there. I always see you.

I guess my heart lies with you now. You can keep it.

                            With love,
                                 Anonymous
Mary-Eliz May 2
speak those words
go ahead
speak them loud
shout them from the roof

just don't expect me
to listen to you
since they're mine you
stole away

massage them
into
a slightly new form

polish them
to shine
like evening stars

it won't matter
a lick to me

pretend they're yours
strut them about

but we both know
the truth

don't  
just don't
expect me to listen

when you're up there
on the roof
One take: a follow up to/inspired by Olivia's "Why Are You So Quiet" which I and others related to so well!  This "Stolen Words" follows up on her #6: "You repeated my joke to the group a little louder...and this time they laughed." Happens to me a lot!
Thank You. Olivia, you really captured something!
III Apr 12
It's so much more
Than the daffodil sunrise
Exhaling puffed purple trails of smokey
Cotton ball clouds
Reflected across the stitches
Of your hazel-green iris
That captures my attention so,
And refuses to return
My breath you've stolen.
Paul Jones Mar 26
Too lost to turn back.     Time covers its tracks.    
Voices go unheard,     stolen in the wind.
11:00 - 26/03/18
State of mind: calm; reflective.
Perspectives: natural; philosophical; social.

Thoughts: from thinking - about the problems that arise when a community is broken up, society becomes divided and people no longer understand one another.

Also from watching the film Jane - about the primatologist and anthropologist Jane Goodall - and this passage from the book, The Tibetan Book of Living & Dying:

             'Obsessed, then, with false hopes, dreams, and ambitions, which promise happiness but lead only to misery, we are like people crawling through an endless desert, dying of thirst. And all that this samsara holds out to us to drink is a cup of salt water, designed to make us even thirstier'.

- Sogyal Rinpoche, Patrick Gaffney and Andrew Harvey, The Tibetan Book Of Living And Dying (London: Rider, 2008), p. 21.

Questions: None.
smc Feb 13
tiny jewels
adorn
H E R
finger

the ones
w     e
found
together
in peru
    brazil
  colorado

and she laughs like
fairies dance around her
perfect
hollow
soul

she knows
what she did
to what was once
someone
else's
life
write
we art
watch
my words
they are
never
mine
are
we
there yet
who knows
we don't
?


























...
..
.
she hurt
my
...
..
.
Poetic T Jan 30
I asked a thief
           to steal my heart,
            but was rejected.

For the thief said
      it had been already stolen.

Misconstruing what I meant,
   I wanted it stolen back..
But the thief said, what was given
                             cant be taken back.

Looking into my eyes,
        pulling something from beneath.
Giving me theirs, on this night you
                                have stolen mine.

That which I wanted stolen,
                          given freely back.
The thief no longer a heart taker,
    now proving there the love of my life.
Simpathi Jan 16
Like a thief in the night,
It steals all of my things,
Searching for joy,
Parts never to be seen.

Like a thief waiting to kill,
It waits for its chance,
Not moving a muscle,
Completely still.

Like a thief in my life,
It steals my character,
It ruins my sight,
Clouding reasons behind why I try.

Like a thief in desperation,
It will steal them for ransom,
Being susceptible to the temptation,
Unaware of the reigning phantom.

Like a thief of my heart,
It begins its deception,
Always taking part,
Destroying perception.

Like a thief of the cold,
It makes you unable, old,
Instead of bluffing you’re forced to fold.
Wishing of poverty being foretold.

Like a thief in the day,
It turns your vibrant colors
Into,
Gray.
We all have a thief inside us...
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