"crimeless" poems
I can feel the fire
licking up my legs until they are charred,
black as my soul is believed to be.
Screams of the innocent echo in my ears.
This was meant to be my funeral pyre.
I **** myself awake
drenched in sweat, with a shriek of pain
catching like a lump in my throat.
Sheets bunched up against me like kindling
gathered to be lit beneath the stake.
I glance around the room
still feeling the eyes of my accusers
bearing into me, hatred blazing the
path of their need for destruction.
“WITCH!”
Many fates sealed with a single word.
Except I am still alive,
the blood of the crimeless flowing through my veins.
Those flames that condemn
spared no one but me, resurrected from the embers.
The Sole Witch of Salem, survived.
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 7:32 PM UTC
Listen...
If this goes down like the Christians are sayin'...
Ain't no one getting in and god knows it
That ash hole loves it
He's super into punishment
That and judgment
Those two seem to be his favorite
Bringing true enjoyment
So arrogant he wrote it down,
A confession in print
It's obvious no pastor is oblivious,
There's just a willingness,
A complete lack of acknowledgment
They preach benevolent
All I read is maleficent
All I see is a battlefront
A holy deficit
How he treats his creation,
Love and compassion destructively absent
It's an embarrassment
Secondhand, none from firsthand involvement
Unless you think abandonment is an accomplishment
Or fraudulent is some kind of complement
Yeah, I've read it
I wouldn't have taken it public
It's a narcissistic story of sin and atonement
Punished for the failure of a first experiment
Because one decided to be disobedient
Now ungodly pain will accompany pregnancy,
Fuuck the pregnant
Punishment doesn't fit the crime,
But don't question it
That's how it had to be,
But I don't understand that argument
Does the almighty have a limit?
They say no,
There's nothing he can't do
So,
This is exactly how he CHOSE to do it
And when it comes right down to it,
If this shiit I hear is legit,
Let's see if he can feel regret
Will we
Get any
Apology
For this kind of "heaven sent" treatment
Force it to admit to all of it
Even if it takes an eternity,
I'll have all of eternity to do it
©2024
Mar 16, 2024
Mar 16, 2024 at 6:36 PM UTC
the fair fleeced lamb lay tranquilized
on the frigid, unforgiving barn floor.
crimeless and chaste, his crude caress penalized
her until she desired to live no more.
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC
We're dead.
Stuck in silence's lonely tomb.
We live in the catacombs.
That lay underneath the dead centre of town.
We're both curled up and rotten.
As deleted Romeo and Juliet.
We lay.
Breathless,
Unforgiven.
In words of the forgotten.
Victims in a crimeless misogyny of words.
Fellow bed mates in misanthropy we are.
In words diverse a mental curse of words no longer spoken.
Breach not thy vile lips.
For the spoken words.
They may warm thy soul.
May break the heart and make it bleed.
In an eternal injustice thereby no solace found.
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 5:36 PM UTC
Eyelids sink like a ship
Down to the bottom of a navy ocean
Careless and broken
No hope of being fixed
Limbs sprawl across filthy sheets
Crimson splattered in the background
This is a crimeless crime scene
No sirens make a sound
Head treds through thick fog
Tired of wasted effort
No energy to be given out
Only the constant unwanted cycle of dark thoughts
Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 4:14 PM UTC