you've broken me into pieces
and in ways I can't be fixed.
You took away my bliss and
I'll never forgive you for this.
You try so hard in your casual work
But casually flip off angels without a word.
What's the crux of all those hours
When you negate them with a click?
Pai Mei was... Inconsolable.
Puffing steam is what i do,
an innocent child only 2,
a mind corrupt and full of sin,
only darkness can be find deep within,
Someone created this young child,
While he was being born bodies were being piled,
God cries as it begins to rain,
he wishes we didn't create all this pain,
And through this sorrowful mist,
the greatest creation still defies the greatest Machinist,
This 2 year old child grew up in a world of hate,
broke up with his girlfriend on his first date,
he lived till he was 14 years old,
till he shot himself in the bitter cold.
I AM OK
~ The Sinful Traveler
rush of a black dress
a face you looked away from
a smile never returned
I see the classist
who fuels the masses.
buried under taxes.
Who decides what passes
and what won't go?
You cling to morals,
yet you strike so low.
Distant pipe dreams,
we reach for the jaw
that binds us, blinds us
under authoritarian law.
******* under our noses,
but they're still raised.
Scoffed, but scuffed.
Wrought, but tough.
Why do we wallow
in the dirt
yet we still look above?
"Pick a side,
you can't wait in the middle.
you're apart of the visual."
We're panicked in the wake of this.
"You're either the talk of the show
or the mistake that makes the art ugly."
In hate the people unite,
separated as we ignite.
Classism will be the death of us all, it's unforgivable.
A stranger's name on skeptic tongues
A taste like blood and foreboding.
The spice of a new kid.
Foam bleeds through the teeth of my peers
Bile green, it’s words and it’s venom
This thing they call “fun".
A game played with barbed wire fists,
Acid, poison, whips, guns and swords.
No rules but they're winning.
They called me Bluebird
I one short, fat, and sad.
Accurate if only I’d fly.
Raccoons and kestrels
Hunt a bluebird til death.
Dear God how I wish I could fly.
Once I was Bluebird.
Stained life released via knife.
Witness, you hungry young hunters,
The blossom of seeds that you sowed.
I carved my name into my chest,
The wings broken and defeathered
Of bluebird now red.
Peace feels like longing and defeat,
But I fly on wings of my own
Pray safe from the world.
Never have I felt true hate until you did the unforgivable
I was easy so you saw me as biddable
You were right
There was no need to fight
I tried to leave you with all my might
But I couldn't , then you hurt in ways that I can't describe
You would discard my feelings and try to make sly gibes
You thought as though I had no ears to listen
Your words were like as though I had eaten ricin
The new emotion of hate gave me a jolt of frisson
I can never be repaired you made me this way and you know it
You made me so damaged I took it out on myself , so my skin I slit
I would sneak out to meet you and walk through my house in manner quit flit
I can never take back those cold , regrettable , and horrendous nights
But maybe one day I can recover and make a wrong a right
I can't be really anymore personal in this poem about my past
Dishonorable, repugnant, grotesque.
Words highlighted, bright,
In correlation with your actions.
Gristle filled morality.
Chewing on the facts;
Unable to digest.
Audacity to ask
For cruel silence.
Allegiance forcibly chosen.
Claws against ribcage
Something's trying to escape
You put in chains.
Thoughts off the edge
Falling in circles
Crashing on pikes.
Hands clinched tight
On brittle strands
Of ***** blonde hair. snap
A cowards lies
Tattooed on my bones
"Approved eyes only."
Atmosphere is toxic
Gassed by friendly fire.
Status quo upheld
Smile, pretty white teeth.
Ready to rip out.