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Andrew Rueter Dec 2017
On the internet
I begin to fret
When I keep learning my worth
Like I have been since birth
This thing called online dating
Seems to give me my rating

The conversation is scripted
No matter how I've flipped it
I conjure a hello hell
When they answer
In the form of lol
They strike a ko
Once they type ****
And my skin starts to fry
When I read kthxbai
I'm left staring at a computer
Wishing I had been ruder
So I become jaded
And develop a slick approach
My patience has faded
And I start to think like a coach
Drawing x's and o's
To get people I chose

There are those that stalk
And those that balk
Some just want to talk
And it's never their fault
There are those that are mean
And those that are green
Some are just teens
All looking to be seen
I'm the watcher
Their profiles remain the same as days become the past
I'm the botcher
I either go too slow or too fast
So I stay perfectly still
And wait for my fill
I become a scavenger ravager
When winter comes I am savager
To those I consider mere passengers

Other vultures migrate south for the winter
I remain sedentary on a power line
Frost develops on my wings
I seek warmth to survive
I see a dying stallion laying in an empty field alone
I swoop in for the ****
My quest for survival becomes one of comfort
For the taste of the stud infatuates me
And my enthusiasm overwhelms me
As I eat through its exterior into its heart
I find its diminishing warmth unsatisfactory
But I'm caught in its rib cage
And what was once sustenance
Is now my blizzard prison
It's a big derision
Not flying through the air
But also not quite a pair
So I wait for a summer that may never show
My life lit by the computer screen's glow
Displaying faces of people I'll never know
My vulture's talons buried in desert snow
Michael King Apr 2018
As I walked over the mountain tops
with glory in my hair.
I saw a bird upon the wing.
It floated in the air.

It hovered near, above my head
not leaving for a while.
Just glared at me, like food for free.
I swear I saw a smile.

I swear this bird, this soaring beast
had me in terrors grips.
It longed to be the end of me
to ******* blood... one sip.

But I was not a weakened soul,
and on these heights I strode.
As surely as the sun was high
and in this bitter cold.

This bird would never get to me
or strike in me a fear
of being eaten dead alive.
Worms crawling in my ear.

Oh bird alight, please fly away.
I'm fearful of your stares.
On this day, I surely know, you'll
linger in my nightmares.
ashley marie Feb 2018
Sing, Sing, Sing,
Ruffle, trees, in the sound of the wind
Let not the cry bother you.
Dance, Dance, Dance,
Let not your father’s scent be lost for direction,
Sing praise, homeless bird, that the great vulture
Shall not tear off your wings.
Entomb your soul, and sing.
Return your being, and sing.
Flutter to the skies, and sing.
Bow your head to the noble talon and sing.
If you may fall, let me fall with you.
If you may fly, let me fly with you.
If you may die, let me die with you.
Ashley Hope Nov 2017
Go Ahead and eat my carcass like the vulture that you know you are,
pick away at my insecurities, you're good at that,
pick at me untill I'm skinned away of myself,
Till i'm nothing but bone,
like you want me to be,
Till you can no longer see any color other than white,
am i pure enough for you now?,
probably not,
pick away at the confidence i got from distancing myself from you,
go ahead,
strike me in my nervous system,
pick the most sensitive parts of my skin that you know hurt the most,
pluck out my eyes so i can no longer cry when you pick me apart,
please do,
because i know that as long as my carcass is here you'll never stop eating me alive,
eat away at my stomach from all the times i downed pills to get away from you,
eat my brain,
so that you yourself will die,
because my brains an acid filled abyss that you corroded,
eat at my brain so i can dissolve your soul away,
like you did mine,
and give me back my peace of mind.
#family #vulture
Anne Jul 2017
My eyes look up to the sky   
To see
The clouds twirling with the wind.
A new shade of grey is displayed every time
Ribbons of thunderous clouds roll by

Two dragon flies collide  
On this August night
They drunkenly hover near one another
I hear their tiny giggles
Then like a bolt of lightning, they fly away to hide

What appeared to be a dove in the air
Has transformed into a vulture
More ghastly than his mangy feathers
Is his cold stare

He has landed on the tallest grave,
He patrols the rolling hills
Made of endless tomb stones
Each one beholding a lost loved ones name
Branden Youngs Jul 2017
I was so busy building a wall to keep everyone out
that I didn’t realize I was locking myself in.
Now I’m completely trapped within myself
and the civil war for my soul begins.

I’m left alone to tear down a wall that was built to keep hundreds out.
My monsters are winning this war and I will soon perish in my doubt.

A vulture is the only thing I can see
mocking me from the boundaries of my wall.
Soon it will be his time to dine
as I think I’ll leave my body by nightfall.
DblNickel May 2017
"Raise your hand if you're messed up".
That's what I heard but not what they said.
My hand slowly rises and they grin.
Fresh meat.
Then they proceed with uncanny resemblance to TV.

State your name, to be added to the menu.
They want more details, er ingredients.
Their eyes are locked, watching for golden brown.
Lapping lips, heads droopy and bobbing,
The blood in my neck runs cold and then clotting,

This place is over-*******-flowing with vulnerability vultures.
My fight or flight kicks in and I become needlessly angry.
Why the hell am I here?
He's not my problem anymore.
Why the hell am I mad?
He's not my problem anymore.

But I sit and I listen to the  man on my right.
He shields his eyes and I know why.
The longer you sit, the longer they glare,
The longer they hope your gaze transforms
Into yet another hungry vulture's stare.
I -had- to go to an AL-ANON meeting this past weekend.  I'll save you the Google search: AL-ANON meetings are for friends and family members of alcoholics.
Kevin Mar 2017
fluffed above their *******,
beneath their wormy neck,
feathers glimmer hints of
deviously perceived deeds.
hatched from patient bellies and aviator eyes.
their tastes are not particular
or tuned towards a cuisine.
their plates are filled
with respectful nods
and tape to fix you
with their wings.

lift and leave
the vultures with your skull,
to see this life with aviators eyes.
Jon Po Dom Feb 2017
The air is heavy
None can breathe.
In this place
No smiles, just grief.

A barren wasteland.
Fallout from the Phantoms.
Menaces whose pleasures lie
In the pain and misery
Of those beneath them.

Their feet press
Down upon the chests.
Anxiety builds like
Pressure from a fire hose
Capable of tearing
Flesh from bone,
Crushing rib and spine
Leaving one in
Dread and despair,
Like lost souls
Over a scorched earth
From burning hell fire.

There is no joy.
No satisfaction.
No sense of community.
Only desolation and desert
With dead camels,
And vultures
Circling their rotting corpses;
Life ****** right out.

In here,
The fools leading fools
Leading the Intellect,
And no end in sight
From this eternal misery

JM 10/26/16
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