#retaliation
Lying on my back in the sand
Dead fish flop desperately underneath my spine
Cold
Whispering
Corners of my vision
Taxidermied owl
Taxidermied swallow
Pinned Cicada
Etched with defeat.
Roar of the ocean
Flopping fish
You wave its fins in my face and
Run away when I wave back.
Aug 19, 2024
Aug 19, 2024 at 11:00 PM UTC
It’s actually quite fun
throwing mud,
if you can accept it
sticks sometimes
to your own slow fingers,
staining them.
But gather it all up
in handfuls,
dirt, wet for preference,
delightful
as missiles targeted
away there:
At the dark heart hated
by us all
and by all means repeat
the treatment,
until the target becomes
the victim.
There. Hopefully you feel
better now.
Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 3:54 PM UTC
you trap me
in-between your arms,
telling me all about a secret
you have buried
underneath your tongue
for months now,
but kindness
is the only part
of me that manages
to escape from your grip.
Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 2:41 AM UTC
Everybody needs a *****
No thanks I can create on my own
My idiosyncratic thinking
Is bouncy as the suns atom
Looking for a reason to capitalise
On mind control apparatus
But read on please you
Can become my apprentice
Because this poetry can heal
Dimensions of the brain
A poetic analeptic that heals
When feeling down at heel
The bidirectional pulse wave
Of another person is not a desire
My encephalon is creative
Enough to excite you on the microwave
So adjust the frequency
Even try shortwave to find life
In space because this poet
Has no ***** dependency
My style is cramped with the BCI
Purloin’s my opportunity
To be unique in writing
Being a survivor & spry
The invasion of privacy is deplorable
Taking advantage of the poor you do
You have privacy so should I too
Reading people’s brain is irreconcilable
Don’t need two people to write a pen
I don’t want to be a ***** in the pig sty
And get ***** with other ranks of pigs
Every person’s brain is a personal den
Aug 6, 2020
Aug 6, 2020 at 11:54 AM UTC
You can throw me
Right into the wall,
But I’ll still walk
Right down the hall
Your scratching stick,
And that scarring stone
Every day you’ve thrown.
I was always on my own,
Now those scars are my throne.
Swimming through the ocean,
I’m a duck, sleeping in the open.
But the teeth will soon bear,
You’re not the only one to rip and tear.
I’ve also got subtle flair.
Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 11:28 AM UTC
The
Demon
Within
You
Never
Really
Dies
It
Retaliates
To
Feed
On
Your
Weaknesses
**** it until it kills you
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 11:21 AM UTC
I wish
I could forget you
the damage you've done
and the pain you've brought
but in the end
I want to thank you
for bringing the pain
that made me stronger
Forget You
and the harm you brought me
because at the end of the day
I am who I am
with no thanks to you.
I want to forget you
you've brought so much harm
and for what
your own amusement?
Forget you
because your harm didn't tear me
to the ground.
In fact it made me a rising star
Forget you
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 6:05 PM UTC
Walking down the street after clubbing
I see you, and you say some
particularly nasty things.
Your barbs, dressed as compliments
attempt to bring me down
after I've had so much fun
partying through the town.
But today of all days, I'm feeling good.
Let's talk.
Surprised, you lean back a bit in fear,
and as you balk
I say...
"Listen to me
you partially evolved orangutan.
If you ever so much as breathe in my direction,
I will bury my five inch heels down your ********
through your uretha, up through your *****
and make our encounter a brief vasectomy.
Afterwards I would perform a laminectomy
if it wasn't for the fact that you never had a spine to begin with.
************
I will rewrite your entire digestive system
from the inside out
to make you live up to the fact that all you do
is talk ****
And after I've so broken your ego
to the extent that I gently lick your tears from your face
my amigo,
I will walk away as you are reduced to a puddle of slime,
you sentient pile of ******
You break down and cry,
and with a smile so wry,
I walk away satisfied.
I stride with fire.
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 12:24 PM UTC
They say life is a highway, I say it’s a battle.
I love to drive yet not one ounce of my being wishes to drive upon this highway any longer.
Battles tend to be fought with an army, yet here I stand alone.
Why do they force their essence into my being.
Why do they require physicality from me.
This is not something I wish to give.
Leave me be, and my body too.
The last thing I want is to smell your scent in through my skin.
I do not wish to taste the bitterness of your personality that you feel so kindly to force me to do.
If you want me to drive, let me drive.
But I refuse to drive anywhere near the highway which you built.
That highway is not made for my kind.
That highway is what turns beautiful souls into broken ones.
The filth in my bones is seeping out, overflowing into the street.
I try to wash this filth away.
Eye’s closed.
I do not wish to see this filth.
Just let it be gone already.
I am sick of fighting this battle.
I have had enough of fighting.
You have succeeding in consuming my entire being with the filth you forced upon me.
Buried deep.
So deep.
I never knew the deepness of myself, let alone the depths of my despair.
I never chose this.
Why should I have to live this.
Why should I have to keep my head up and carry on.
How does your head hang?
Between the ties of a noose?
It should.
Worthless.
Powerless.
Disgusting.
Damaged.
Numb.
That is what I feel.
Yet in reality it is what you are.
I know you don’t have power over me.
All this time I have been fighting.
This battle does not deserve to be fought.
You cannot hurt me.
I refuse to let the gravel of your highway slow me down or make me crash.
I will not crash.
Not for you, not for anyone.
It is my time to grasp the wheel.
I control my own vehicle, not you.
I will not allow you to climb into the driver’s seat.
You will not place your hands on, or anywhere near, my steering wheel.
The vehicle may seem broken, but it is not.
It just needed some TLC.
Push me again, I dare you.
Watch yourself be ran the **** over.
I will not wait.
I will not spare you.
Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 12:08 AM UTC
instant retraction
retaliation of the mind
rejection is hard to understand
the underlying revelation blinding
Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 1:01 PM UTC
Hold tight to your humanity,
my dear
even in the worst of times
for if you lower yourself to
their animalistic ways
there you shall be and
there you shall stay l.r.
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 7:39 PM UTC
Misty dreams flow shimmering through empty catacombs.
Floating effortlessly, the galaxy I see blows straight through me.
Above and all around, you gotta go up in order to get down.
Twisting visions morph into view.
I cast them aside with the wave of my hand.
Shadows cast upon the wall,
you never know they're there at all.
Spiteful demons invoking chant,
laughing hysterically as you fall.
I can simply pass through the wall.
Dissolving dimensions of your matter, within me.
I can consume your eternity,
Know that I know you like no one else knows you.
Hide your eyes, it's no surprise.
The tangible world filled with your lies.
I pay no head to the convulsive cries.
There is no need, for all things die.
© Crystal Erickson 5/19/08
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC