#vandal
It was all that was left.
It was all that remained,
their mark on society,
their crime.
They have grown older now.
Numbed and “fixed”
to fit the mold that was sociably acceptable.
They used to be dreamers,
they used to be filled with so much creativity
and life,
but society hates dreamers.
Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 10:29 AM UTC
I break hearts in this journey
But I am not proud of being a vandal
And I do not do it wantonly
Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 7:26 AM UTC
Tyrant vandal Belly buttons born from tongue toy hammer whack shameless pantomime gold-digger jezebel ***** archetype bad product off food witchy fingers green fluorescent pink yellow ray of backwards twist mother truckers flat wheel tyre engine fire engine whoop weep tear tears down ripped up feeling face straight up to ceiling baby crib our tired little limbs break against the tide I want to swim away from here place island Caribbean holiday at Christmas I don’t want to be here when I get back lead trail hike walk up the stairs followed my shadow tie me up to lamppost dead flowers bouquet take give taker giver relationship spit out the blues by Benny and The Jets riddle saxophonists up walls and silly laughter clown faces you are a good morning stream streamer party thrower down sink lob me up pipes plumber broken loo place to sit and ponder on my **** think too many faces cherub fat little smile me a river bend down here we build a fort like kids and you’re home for ***** sake safety traffic cone orange still scares me to death bobby pins left on windowsills I chuck the memory out back it makes me sick pummel the cheekbones down flat face two face baby feet get into bins bin trash bag split when I picked it up I’m covered in rotten courgetti hipster you’re a stinking mess I hate your stupid shoes walk in a straight line you drunken ******* skip home with me hop scotch decanter glass slips off side crash pop Rice Krispy cereal noise white noise rain playlist through the walls
I push through in pure stubbornness
I
leave us be
lots of love,
distance.
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 1:15 PM UTC
How dare you
Pillager
Plunderer
Robber
Vandal
Thief
Lover
Mine
How dare you reduce me to rage
White hot and safe
Safe for my plate
From which I consume mounds of animosity
For the atrocity
For on that afternoon
I died
And I'm still not alive
Because of you
Because you were mine
You were my lover
My thief
My vandal
You robbed my heart
But then plundered my dignity
And pillaged my sou
How
Dare
You
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 2:51 AM UTC
Graffiti itched in stone,
A hearts message known,
Forever love will have a home.
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 9:37 PM UTC
i live
for messages strangers leave
on sidewalks
bridges
trees
i love
hearts carved into wood
names and dates
that may no longer mean anything
we leave a little piece of our souls
everywhere we go
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 4:03 PM UTC