#pompous
Ivy prying sickly little patterns
Over weathered marble
Drying into autumn
Soured clover spitting flower fodder
Power living deeper
Seething stranger towers clouding water
River founding cities
Plowing fitting visions vowing honor
Dying in the streets
Among the leaf appearing from a gutter
Under marching clutter singing arbor into many others
****** if a murmur isn’t echoed further outing fathers
Bound to pass a burden
Surgeon scalpel serving hallowed daughters
Hours over eons
Over galaxies or galant parents
Drowning in a sea of turning time
Below the grinding planets
Finding little moments
Here and there
To stir the brewing panic
Signing every letter
Leather binding
Solemn coward banished
Given up already
Dreading answers only getting silence
Searching furrowed forest
Lurking treasures forming learned guidance
Breathy whispers egging
Empty guesses pouring from the pious
Crying over constellations
Craven paper tiger liars.
Jan 9, 2020
Jan 9, 2020 at 1:12 AM UTC
The gorgon's masonry casting châteaus
for the rich
turning hearts to pompous narcissist
once of legends and myths
has arisen once again
blue light and endless scroll
the gorgon's masonry casting shadows
for the everyman
turning hearts to pompous narcissist
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 10:27 AM UTC
A jaundiced adaptation
of fillers raucous threats
attempts obsolete mimicking
in a conspicuous pomposity
of disfigured reckonings
slipped us the tongue of your
ostentatious audacity
mid judgmental manifestations
Disengaged, as our eyes grew dim
' neath the masquerade
of multiplex duplicity
**who the ****** hell do you think you are?**
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 7:03 AM UTC
I am a brainwashed, pompous, white girl.
I am a blonde haired zombie.
I am an unspecified music genre.
I am an incoherent thought in the brain of a broken society.
I am the result of a hard-ass Catholic and half-ass Baptist.
I am the consequence of a hard mother and an absent father
I am a product of a corrupted America.
I am a privileged white statistic.
I constantly play the victim.
I constantly hold myself responsible.
I constantly lie, cheat, and steal
I constantly prove I am a hypocrite.
I am simple, indecisive, and manipulative.
I am myself and then contradict myself by being someone else.
I am human, but unadorned.
I am a blank canvas which manifests contradictions and inabilities.
I am a snowflake made of stone.
I am an uninterested, direct line of truth spurts
I am plain.
As you see from my complexion, I am pale.
As you hear from my words, I am a refutation of minority.
I am not unique, I am not creative.
I am not what you think I am.
I am not who you think I am.
But if you knew who I was:
Would you leave?
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 1:08 AM UTC
doth thy timorous voice
tremble so, faced with choice
one so simple as to be common sense
between freedom and thy abusive ex?
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 2:46 PM UTC
They died thinking they could save me
Fighting in a pointless meddling war
To bad they died for nothing.
I can't respect the decision
To let others die
So you can force your opinion on someone else.
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC
The world belongs to me and the people in it -
Are merely my rug
My mat to smear
And scrape off the **** of my day
From my overpriced shoe
I did not buy the world
Nor did I work for it
Or declare dominance
I gained it
By birthright
And since I never asked
To lead or protect
I won't
I'll wallow in my wealth
Looking down at legions of ants
Crawling over my earth
And all I think?
"Exterminate."
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 3:06 PM UTC