#pillage
Infested, impaled, slaughtered meat, and brimstone candy
Slumped on a throne with a pirate's dagger under a skeleton key
Drowning children in a gaping gutter of godless servitude
Putrid streams dripping puddles under the disemboweled
Drink the fornicating disease, backmasking a kaleidoscope clown
Forget me not as my ship docks, I will surely help you drown
Aug 28, 2021
Aug 28, 2021 at 4:43 AM UTC
manager demanded: write
for all of 'em
conscience claimed: write
yesterday time
stopped passing by
yesterday i
floated above the
hudson river
grand mansions
polished shores
self-storages
swamps
vultures
scavengers
the pillage started when
scavengers pillaged
prey
don't get me wrong you
get me?
Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 12:43 PM UTC
The Harbour quakes as we break your Boom,
The Nemesis Sails-Harbinger of doom,
A New Chapter - the Sly Celt Raptor,
Bain Shi proceed us-Scream in rapture
As The Bodhran shakes your eardrums shatter,
Lightning rakes- your defences Scatter,
It's raiding season!-Take your Oars!,
Boats filled to the brim with Ores and ******
our targets-fat Merchants waddle,
Crimson seas as the Forces Battle
The Morrigan Swaddles our mind with the caul (call)
no Mercy asked(None Given!) SLAY ALL
Widows scream as they're dragged to the Ship
Towns burn to ash in our wake as we rip,
A Blood red Swathe Through the Dawn in the east,
As the Nemesis Sails,The Harbinger Feasts...
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 7:08 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Just strolling along , just standing in place , i would,
show you more than what really happens in this place if i could,
skies are getting dark and grey , as it persuades , message,
if anything nobody listens to me so i pillage,
i could still see the stars , like its apart of my life,
i wish to find a stunning gorgeous guardian of a wife,
long hair to the back , isn't that a fact , i could make,
everybody wish they had a soulmate on an interstate,
Pretending i have a good home to come to , while thinking,
it was all a hoax that i provoked , this ship is sinking,
having life situations bore me , so i did,
the most responsible thing in the world , the choice that i picked.
/
We leave,
without a goodbye or a sayonara..
The future,
and every promise that we made is gone in the wind,
Some Trust,
the spirits they crave but it never comes through,
The Last Bit,
Of people wondered when their hearts will ever get saved,
and i'm one of them,
its way too early for the ********
the sunlight shines in my eyes,
i swear on life i wanna just quit,
i stopped trading blows for this disguise,
And all my life I've tried to quit,
five other times I've tried to end it,
I know that i'm not good enough,
for the rapture all the way to the end of a brand new.
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 10:23 AM UTC
Though I splish
Though I splash
*** I drink so fear my wrath
Behold my mate
Behold my captain
Cutlasses ring and we are laughing
Pity me not
Pity the foe
Sink him to the godless unknown
Plunder the hold
Plunder her chest
Strife we be so do not rest
Sink the English
Sink the Spanish
We rule here so we **** them
Free we are
Free we be
A lavish life is the one for me
If I am hanged
If I am dead
Fear not mate I swam to land
Cut your foes
Cut their friends
We rule this kingdom
In the Queen Anne's Revenge!
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 8:48 PM UTC
I was always a pirate,
but I cried when my mother made me apologize
mouth sticky with taffy
standing, chubby and head hanging at the register.
Fast forward about 15 years and the bag was full before I came in...
sort of...
with each five-fingered purchase,
I flattened filling and raised awareness.
That '86 Royalle Olds' might as well
have had a Jolly Roger on the break light.
Those lawn-lovers had no idea; the gnomes stood no chance.
The refrigerator in that apartment was a shelf of empty bottles.
My mouth was a shelf of angry urchins;
prickly, and poisonous.
Age made me less salt than ore
and I tried to love the land
with fervency and fear.
Clinging to the pews, the fat lady did sing,
and sing, and sing,
but not the ending.
Once you earn the salt-sailor's badge,
there is no convenient way to dress it up,
but boy does it make a good story from the pulpit.
I can't boast of robbed riches or daring escapes.
My ships were sodden floored and taking weight.
My homesteads, still, were fractured living.
So, no, instead of calling the name a fate, I'd rather gloat.
Raccoons, clever bandits and plunderers they are
do not make excuses for their nature.
They are who they are,
and I...
am a pirate.
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 7:03 PM UTC