"molesters" poems
Terrorism, ****
Car bomb, **********
She feels vulnerable,
No love to keep her warm
9/11, kidnap,
Human trafficking...
She’s been forgotten,
Left alone in the dark
Serial killers, H1N1,
Child molesters, ***
She shudders with the cold,
And Port Au Prince is flattened
Hijack, ******
Drive-by shootings...
She feels groggy,
Influenza sets in
Weapons of mass destruction,
Cuban nuclear tests...
There starts a tingle in her nose,
Her eyes pinch shut
Genocide, organs on the black market,
Xenophobia, suicide bombers...
With a bellow from her bowels,
From flaming ice the cumulus anvil that infects the world
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 5:04 AM UTC
It started with a pen,
and wound up in English.
No diction, addiction, or
ambition,
to get published.
“Don’t scream and you’ll look normal.”
Screaming “MISOGYNY!”
if screaming at all,
I’ve seen the great minds of
my generation
addicted to Adderall.
Some friends who get wasted,
and I remain sober.
Cheap ‘03 cars, yet,
no ones coming over.
Actors without work now,
no one with opportunity.
Suicidal crazies now,
crafted from 80’s and 90’s responsibility,
and A is for Adderall.
Sugar coated heroine,
designer drugs.
Poor blacks, whites, mexicans,
and asians swept under the rug.
“The father, the son,
the invisible hand.”
Crack in prisons, *****
holy ******* in a BMW,
Feminism, becomes communism,
becomes atheism becomes you.
You so counter-culture,
you forgot about us,
“She’s not an angel friends,
throw her under the bus.”
Politicians in purple now,
blessed American royalty.
Slaughter the disenfranchised,
poor, socialist regime,
and A is for Adderall.
Don’t shoot the police,
shoot the children instead,
or send them to war,
but the war had to end.
“In god we trust, but
in the market we invest.”
So occupy Wall Street,
and get called a hippie,
or occupy college,
and become a dead beat?
In high school you’re told,
be what you will be.
Cancer is still a…
“…”
…Hereditary disease.
Actors without work still.
Politicians lying still.
Suicidal crazies.
Ecstasy filled crazies.
Counter-culture conformist.
Culture conformist.
Eco-terrorist.
Mindless consumer.
Junkies, addicts,
soldiers, students,
leaders, followers,
murderers, democrats,
conservatives, liberals,
republicans, child molesters,
sexists, racists.
No more labels.
It was every single individual.
Individual failure.
One by one, we were all found guilty.
You are guilty. I am guilty,
and
A is for Adderall,
and the new marginalized.
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 9:43 PM UTC
I hate ******
I hate racist,
I hate narcissistic people,
I hate criminals,
I hate subliminal messages,
I hate werid fetishes,
I hate killers,
I hate murderers,
I hate child molesters,
I hate sodomizer,
I hate spiders,
I hate fear,
I hate my mirror,
I hate low battery,
I hate battery (crime)
I hate pedophiles
I hate crocodiles
I hate the sun,
I hate to run,
I hate sin,
I hate my sinister grin,
I hate villains,
I hate millions,
I hate billions,
I hate trillions,
I hate people who dont hate what I hate,
I hate everything,
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
I am a ***** of the very worst kind
Not of *** and promiscuity
A ***** of my own
Creation
You come up on my radar
Latch
Seek
Destroy
And you will never know
Each and every one of my
Dead lovers
Never loved me back
Tear them up
Spit them out
Abandoned
Just like me
But I hurt
I feel emotion
Like clods of dirt
Inside my chest
Rip it open
Scream at each
Small thing
Wrong thing
I want only this
That I can never have
Curses
Plagues
Dead
Ex-lovers
Stars in their eyes
That look past my
Efforts
Hints
Advances
I am invisible
Invincible
Or so I like to think
The invisible *****
You never saw me coming
Till I cry these three tears
Drop
Drop
Drop
Two from the right
One from the left
Just like the rest
So many to name
That wouldn’t even know my
Hurt
Abandonment
What have you done to me?
Nothing
It is I
Only I
Want so desperately
To touch
To be touched
3 little tears come from
Within this cold hard
Clenched fist
Wetting my palm
Trying to escape
Flung at your calm
Silent face.
I want to be empty
I want to not feel this
Gift.
Emotion.
In the pit of my stomach
Back of my throat
Behind these eyes
Sick
And they fall
One
Two
Three
The time it takes to
Break
Die
Latch
Seek
Destroy
I am on a rampage
To eat each man up
Bone by bone
Flesh and blood
Thoughts and loves
Till I spew it all back out
To every person I meet
I am a ***** of the very worst kind
I’ve been everywhere
Nowhere
Inside everyone
No One
You cannot pay for me.
I’m too cheap.
You do not want me
I am curse
Brought on by
Liars
Abusers
Molesters
I am the product of
A past
Mistakes
And I want you to
Make me better
But I become
Worse
Liken me please
To those on the street
Full of disease
Because I am worth
Nothing
Of your time
Energy
Nothing
And I expect
Nothing more
Than this
Agonizingly
Painful
You
Are just like
Everyone else
That I never wanted you
To be
So much more than
Dead
Ex-lovers
Death from their lips
In long streams of wire
Attached at my wrists
Ankles
Binding me
Cutting deep
Blood
Red
Stains like my shirt
Cutting me
Scarring me
Until I feel so much
Nothing
And uncountable tears
Flood cities
Destroy taverns
Come knocking
Breaking free
Again
And again
And again
And you are
The same
As those
Starry-eyed, wire binding
Dead
Ex-Lovers
So much alive
Reminding me of every
Failure
Each scar on my wrist
In the form of a name
And now you join the rest
In this shallow unmarked grave
You are alone
With them
And I will
Consume this hurt
Like a breakfast
Of nails and tacks
Each bite will puncture
The last remaining composure
Till I am nothing once again
Radar
Radar
Detecting
Latch
Seek
Destroy
All over again
The very worst kind
Aug 13, 2011
Aug 13, 2011 at 6:58 PM UTC
In Memoriam
What's missing is the eyeballs
in each of us, but it doesn't matter
because you've got the bucks, the bucks, the bucks.
You let me touch them, ****** the green faces
lick at their numbers and it lets you be
my "Daddy!" "Daddy!" and though I fought all alone
with molesters and crooks, I knew your money
would save me, your courage, your "I've had
considerable experience as a soldier...
fighting to win millions for myself, it's true.
But I did win," and me praying for "our men out there"
just made it okay to be an orphan whose blood was no one's,
whose curls were hung up on a wire machine and electrified,
while you built and unbuilt intrigues called nations,
and did in the bad ones, always, always,
and always came at my perils, the black Christs of childhood,
always came when my heart stood naked in the street
and they threw apples at it or twelve-day-old-dead-fish.
"Daddy!" "Daddy," we all won that war,
when you sang me the money songs
Annie, Annie you sang
and I knew you drove a pure gold car
and put diamonds in you coke
for the crunchy sound, the adorable sound
and the moon too was in your portfolio,
as well as the ocean with its sleepy dead.
And I was always brave, wasn't I?
I never bled?
I never saw a man expose himself.
No. No.
I never saw a drunkard in his blubber.
I never let lightning go in one car and out the other.
And all the men out there were never to come.
Never, like a deluge, to swim over my *******
and lay their lamps in my insides.
No. No.
Just me and my "Daddy"
and his tempestuous bucks
rolling in them like corn flakes
and only the bad ones died.
But I died yesterday,
"Daddy," I died,
swallowing the Nazi-Jap animal
and it won't get out
it keeps knocking at my eyes,
my big orphan eyes,
kicking! Until eyeballs pop out
and even my dog puts up his four feet
and lets go
of his military secret
with his big red tongue
flying up and down
like yours should have
as we board our velvet train.
2.5k
It was terrible
Probably the worst thing I've had to do in my life
I couldn't look at her
The life drained from her young face
Killed by life
By child molesters
By her ***** of a mother
She looked at me and smiled
Asked me if I would come back and see her when she was better
But I knew that there was no better
There was no later
I had to leave the room
And let hot tears pour onto the cold and sterile tile
Before I could answer
I lied
I lied
I smiled and kissed her goodbye
Knowing that it would be final
And said goodbye
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 3:00 PM UTC
You are hidden from view
You don’t see me
I don’t see you
This makes me nervous,
You see
I know what you have done
Through history
The wars you’ve caused
The blood you’ve shed
Down so many streets
Rolling heads
Armies and power
Rows of stones
Crosses and flowers
Court jesters
And child molesters
Clowning around
Bishops and criers
Lingering liars
Towers and trials
All of the arrogant
Baying and praying
For a male child
****** horsemen
Hunting with hounds
We no longer want you
Around
Sean Hunt May 5 2016
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 6:10 PM UTC
7/23/2014
the plane rolls over the california mountains
we pass over homes,
and stores,
and jails
we pass over the bars,
where bitter old men go
to remind them of their sorrows
we pass the **********
where 20 year old men go
to feel like lions
we pass the cloudy river,
where a man sits fishing for not fish,
but love
we pass the jail,
where a ***** woman sits
and prays for heaven to take her
we pass the hills,
where couples go to ****
and die
we pass the roads,
full of insensitive men,
crying women,
vomiting kids,
and clueless elders
we pass the land
which has witnessed the
genocide of a people
we pass over a thousand murderers,
and a thousand molesters,
and a thousand arsonists,
and a thousand lunatics
we pass over a land
founded on the color of white
and *** we pass over this hell,
I look towards the man on my left
a 40 something year old
business man,
reading a mag,
drinking a coke,
and sipping up his cluelessness
then there are the people behind me
indian
2 women, and a child
a mother,
daughter,
and grandchild
who must know all too well
how much of a hell we're in,
but they do not bite their thumb
for maybe this is meant to be,
maybe there is no way to escape this,
maybe there is no way to fix this
yet,
I do bite my tongue at the world
I do bite my tongue at humanity,
at society,
at love,
at loneliness
yes,
I bite my tongue at people
but as we pass above the clouds,
and hell slowly vanishes
beneath a film of illusion,
my thoughts do vanish,
and I no longer
am reminded of hell
© 2014 Rembrin Hawke
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 2:39 AM UTC
I believe in a world where people understand **** and not just when it's forceable.
I believe in a world where children can play outside with out their parents watching every move, and not fear being kidnapped.
I believe in a world where women are no longer afraid to walk home alone at night, or to their cars by themselves, simply because they're women.
I believe in a world where young girls aren't taken advantage of at parties just so that it can be blamed on the fact that, "they were drunk"
I believe in a world with out ruffies.
I believe in a world where no one justifies **** as "Well she was asking for it"
I believe in a world where women can wear whatever they want and won't be attacked for it.
I believe in a world where women don't have to sell their bodies for money.
I believe in a world with out forced prostitution or human trafficking.
I believe in a world where women can trust men, and there bodies won't be broken.
I believe in a world where women and children are safe.
I believe in a world where little girls and boys can grow up with out being molested.
I believe in a world with harsher punishment for rapists and child molesters.
I believe in a world where harmful **** kits aren't necessary because a victim's statement is valid evidence.
I believe in a world with out gang rapes.
I believe in a world with out brutal **** videos and child ***********
I believe in a where women are allowed to be powerful and own their birthrights.
I believe in a world where women and homosexuals are no longer held down by ****** violence.
I believe in a world where women in the military aren't *****
I believe in a world with out South African **** camps for lesbians.
I believe in a world where men and women aren't ***** for being gay.
I believe in a world where women can negotiate ****** use, regardless of the country or situation.
I believe in a world where women can negotiate when and who they have *** with.
I believe in a world where women have choice.
I believe in a world where ****** assault is considered a hate crime.
I believe in a world with safe homes for victims of ****** violence.
I believe in a world where women can establish community and a voice for themselves.
I believe in a world where that voice will be heard.
I believe in a world where women and victims no longer live in shame.
I believe in a world where women are free and accepted as leaders.
I believe in a world with out ****** violence.
I believe that it can happen, and that we together can make a positive change for our community, wherever it may be.
Jan 18, 2012
Jan 18, 2012 at 7:03 PM UTC
Is this really the life we must force ourselves to live everyday
this blue collared white collared no collar state of affairs
where we strangle ourselves daily with the grind of odd jobs poor paychecks an broken homes
scattered like insects catching fire under the magnified heat of the sun
our fingers ******* and our minds fall in line to what they tell us
like obedient children we don't raise our hands to ask why
no we just bite our tongues and call this a living
Waiting for our death to come and liberate ourselves from this drudgery
this mundane system of complications we've entangled ourselves into
feeling like vines growing on the side of a nuclear bomb waitin to drop off the edge of this planet
cascading into the imagination of nothingness we know we feel deep inside
but we've buried it in a rush and sometimes you can hear it grumbling
crying out to be set free
this imagination has got us into trouble before
thinking we can change the system we've built with our own hands and words we've cut from rapists murders and molesters
Kings queens and holy saints
we see what we are but do little in time to repair the perceptions we've become
only tightening our nooses everyday like corporate wear neckties begging for a little more breath
and a little more time so we can amass the collection the tv tells us we need
so we wash out our morals And give in to the notion of supply and demand
but never actually demanding the change so many of us crave and need
we pull splinters from our teeth and sell them as souvenirs
hoping someone else will choke on them and loosen these ropes
binding ourselves to the hanging effect of effigies burning brilliantly in midnight shades of *** bottomed out with whiskey hangovers
so far it's got to be the only way out of this but the exit we always miss
when we're traveling two hundred ten miles forward without the gift of sight or intellect
on baking asphalt looking for a wall to end it all
looking for someone to call to end it all...
But I've packed my bags and I'm hitchhiking the rest of the way
keeping my thumb inside my jacket because it's better to walk alone
than get picked up by a car heading for the fall
Aug 1, 2012
Aug 1, 2012 at 7:00 AM UTC
ignorance follows me around every corner
and i’m tired of running away to avoid it
i live in a world where post-rape abortions must be proven to be legit
where ****** is advertised to come with a free **** kit
this world is a place where musicians make more than the president
and foreign residents with phd’s are struggling to make ends meet
a continent is left to die to the beat of the greed and street crime
the faces of the dying people don’t look like mine, so i guess it’s fine
i can carry a television with me in my pocket and make phone calls on it
there’s a hit reality show about a five year old girl dressed up like a corner ***
child molesters are taking fashion notes for their dungeon homes
fairy tales are profitable and everyone is worried about a zombie apocalypse
the living dead exist miserably in mass housing and arthritis has destroyed their threat of violence
we are now split in a rational debate over fulfillment of two thousand year old myths or if aliens will come back for us
and a man gets top billing in a national political conference to talk to a chair about war and the capital deficit
actresses are paid thousands of dollars to put make up on and get punched in the face
gladiatorial arts to amuse the masses resurrected for the television age
bread and circuses but there’s no bread left so let’s give them a show
i’m rambling like a crazy man but i don’t see the cameras rolling so it’s all for naught
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 9:02 PM UTC
You and I are revolutionaries
Right up to the ruckus we cause daily
Switchblade tongues
And coal black lungs
And bittersweet intentions.
We are the voice of a generation
We the Degenerates
We the Proletariats
We the Lost and Found among the wreckage of the millennial metropolis.
Living in our forever 21 society
Governed by no laws and lack of sobriety
We the reckless
We the ruthless
We the key board warriors
Pixels and manic pixie dream girl *******
**** boys, man buns, Jordan's not brogues
We the soulless love makers
We the relentless heartbreakers
We the snapchat sexters, molesters
We the grotesque.
You and I know no boundaries
Lines crossed and used as skipping ropes
As ***** jokes, cut throat and savage
We the endless trouble makers
We who know the end is nigh
Hiccuping our ways through orchestrated lies
Screaming and bellowing our silent pleas to this world of terror alight
Setting fire to ourselves daily
We the terrified
We the unjustifiable
We the hopeful sad
We the gods of everything and nothing
We the repercussion of double standards
140 characters in every psalm
We the unforgiving
We the unholy
We the non believers
We the incomprehensible in the face of sin
You and I are not recognised by x or Y
We identify in binary with the wind and the stars
Honest realisation that our little lives are insignificant to the monologue of the universe
Lighthearted libertines light years ahead and behind
We the star struck
We the scientists and academics
We the prophets
The artisans
The beauty queens
The mystics and cynics
And I am the voice of a generation you rendered speechless
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 8:44 PM UTC
Time For A Change
Time is now to rise against,
why be kept in suspense.
Time for a revolution,
legalize **** and prostitution.
Cut the deficit right in half,
don't it make you want to laugh.
While we're here, let's have some fun,
the law fought us, but this time we won.
**** the government and their laws,
it's filled with so many flaws.
Killers and rapists, all must die,
molesters with no ***** will surely cry.
But I digress,
country in such a mess.
No one seems to care,
I hate wearing underwear.
People just cramp my style,
every day is like a trial.
Believe in only yourself,
no trophies on my shelf.
The government, we must overthrow,
get ready, get set and lets go.
You all would just chicken out,
this is something, I have no doubt.
Get yourself a pair of *****
let's climb the White House walls.
On second thought, it will never happen,
I'm just a stupid fool named Allen.
It was just the thought that counts,
just a suggestion, I wanted to announce.
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 1:24 PM UTC
Just The Facts
Baseball is America's pastime,
football players commit a crime.
Hockey players have names,
you can't pronounce or understand,
basketball players, seven feet tall they stand.
Nothing beats a cold can of coke,
anything else is just a joke.
Rock and roll, will always be king,
country is just a real long fling.
Wrestling, yes I know it's fake,
my all time favorite carried a snake.
Thanksgiving is a stupid tradition,
too much family, leaves you needing medication.
Why is American pie, made of apple,
I'd rather have a pumpkin Snapple.
Inside us all is a cancer,
another question, we can't answer.
I love my country with all my might,
murderers, rapists and molesters,
should be shot on sight.
Nothing better than a pork roll, egg and cheese,
run to Jersey, and just ask please.
Nothing like watching a great movie,
sometimes life can be pretty groovy.
*** is something, like no other,
just don't have it with your mother.
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 7:29 AM UTC
My friends call me nice,
You call me a ****
My friends treat me well,
You treat me like dirt.
So tell me again why blood is thicker than water,
And how I must give you full respect because I'm ONLY your daughter.
Educate me on the ways of the ancient wise ancestors,
Who respected so highly each our freedom's brave molesters'.
Keep telling me how youth breaks governmental laws,
And how if you're older- then you're better than your teenage boss.
How the world CAN'T be mine until I'm 25 and I'll ONLY be as good as you were for as long as I'm alive.
Oh please, keep telling me how live is,
And the 'natural way'.
Keep subliminally crying out these words to me,
Trying cheat me of my say.
Because maybe you do have the elder wisdom lodged between your ears,
But BETTER, WISER, MODERN men, know wisdom isn't based by our developmental years.
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 7:23 PM UTC
Before The Show
Before the show begins,
I have a poem, by an anonymous poet.
Arguably the greatest poet alive.
" Looking out my window,
I see rain, trees and a fence,
I bet so far your in suspense.
Fence is brown, leaves are green,
I'll admit it's a beautiful scene.
Reality is, the world is hell,
witches have put me in a spell.
Just when things are going right,
sunshine becomes the darkest night.
Never have I seen such dark,
like a helpless jogger in the park.
Life is good, life is bad,
I've had my share of both.
So much ****** so much ****
molesters always seem to escape.
Then I think of all the good times,
and how you love all my forced rhymes.
Then I look back outside,
life again seems so simple.
The brown fence never looked so good,
rain all of a sudden doesn't look that bad.
Life is like a roller coaster,
no more missing persons on a poster.
This world has many winding roads,
life is better when shooting loads. "
And this concludes the poem of the day,
now the regular show may begin.
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 10:44 AM UTC
India ;
a country where
approximately, 80 rapes happen in a single day
(78 murders )( 23 fake alimony cases) ( burglery rate 7.2)
the country which allows and rewards rapists
letting them roam free
in a country that is so poor;
"the poor" are not even seen as human beings
killing them; ****** them ; driving a ******* whole car on them ;
and the jury will make you write a ******* essay
the system will blame the driver
and the society will blame the poor
such a pathetic nation
but we still sing
with pride every morning
forgetting every ******* case
every ******* human whose done such thing
and watching movies and other such media made by pedophiles , rapists , molesters , murderers
Jan 22, 2025
Jan 22, 2025 at 10:09 AM UTC
Watch out for the agenda
And the political crew
Lets just say they represent
SATANS Zoo
Wake up because we ******* galore
To many youngin' hittin' floor
Minds gone society gone
Guns is blown
Another body in the funeral home
They say color dont matter ?
But all i see is red
Once the flesh is cut we emotionally shattered
the world is bruised n battered
See the picture i lainted better
Than Van Gogh
But too many innovators entice
To the dough
O yea watch back cuz they quick to glue
Stick minorities to crimes
Thats not related to you
So cool demons surrounding n houndin'
Me how could this be?
If this is a holy society?
Popes are molesters churches are imitators
Of God how odd is that ?
Pack a gat in my 82 cadillac
Big grill spinnin smalls wheels vogues appeal
O so real
Ya know cant play a fake cant shake
The pain i hear the thunder clouds of pain
It's too.much of us livin' in vain
Now what im seyin' the strain
Its like that now
peep the game
like that now
get the humps up out ya back
yea i still embrace the gat
cuz the city ******
so i gotta get witty nitty in the gritty
i seen a starvin babe leechin'
on his mommas *******
but she half dead babe cryin'
look into her eyes and
you can tell she was a ******
**** how could this be
its my society
givin' drugs to the community
cant escape the rain
or the pain
just a little **** on my brain
coca leafs to puff on
henney and the boones farm
dont sway from the good
stay close to the hood
even though we got good times n bad times
kickin' dope rhymes
no punchlines
just sayin' whats on my mind
i wish i could bless the world
really doe
not have to front a show
just get some dough
that boy jesus
lived thirty three in a half years
aint neva have a job
just twelves homies
rollin' through the breeze
rocks cryin' water turns into red wine and
miracles happen in mysterious ways
still hopin' for better days
radiate my soul
chillin' unda the sun beam rays
feel me????
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 2:47 AM UTC
I have a great heart cry, it is for the hurting to be healed.
It is for those that the world deems dangerous to be saved.
Christ tells us that we are our brother's keeper here on the earth.
So I see that meaning that we are to help one another here.
We are called to love everyone, not just people that we like.
For even the greedy , hateful, serial killers, everyone else does this.
But we are called to love even the hateful unlovable people too.
Thus by loving those that even church people are sicken by them.
Like the molesters, the serial killers, and even the Christian killers.
We are called to even love those that want to **** us dead.
By loving all of these , we are doing what God calls us to do.
By doing this we have many treasures store up for us in heaven.
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 5:45 PM UTC
Child molesters take you
like the boogie monster that's under your bed
They get into your head
and they won't come out
they stop you from your future
they take the childhood
out of your bare hand
you didn't see the light for years
your stuck with a mad man
taking your life away
his the boogie monster you wished you never met.
but deep inside you know that mad man didn't want to hurt you
his suffering inside
with no one to help him
his a child stuck inside a evil man body
he doesn't know how to escape from his pain
his life is under the ground with his life choice he made
his scared to let go for himself
his under pressure with himself
he doesn't know what to do
his minded is stuck under the ground
he known as the boogie monster
the mad man
he know his evil but knows how to change
he need hope to start something new, in his life
he was once the boogie monster that was under your bed.
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 1:12 PM UTC
Chuck and Nancy quite the couple
They work in tandem and speak as one,
Like two fly’s buzzing in unison
Into my space have they now come.
A New York hack and a California dreamer,
Their single purpose to stop me in my tracks,
Just when the nation needs my talent most,
All I hear from them are quacks.
There’s a national emergency
With heathens at our gates,
Rapists, robbers and molesters,
The basest form of life’s primates.
But my wall will stop them,
To protect us all,
For them to try and block it
Takes truly quite some gall.
The fight’s not over,
I’ll win this yet,
Upon the outcome
You can now bet.
Our darling lovebirds
Need watch the sky,
As this great eagle
Comes swooping by!
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 11:29 AM UTC
We’re in the midst of a December disaster
Deja visite
Verge of a new year stuck in the same old pain
Grandmother’s got cancer, merry Christmas, thanks Santa
My hearts to bruised from last spring slaughter to feel very much and with death on its doorstep again it’s in no rush to reconnect
The charity bells continue with their holiday hymns and grandpa can’t understand where his wife is
I can’t take a break because one check’s never enough
She’s terminal, but I suppose we all are
She’s ****** to die in slow anticipation pain, we’re ****** to watch and contemplate our own demise
Merry Christmas Jesus, tell your dad the same, oh and tell him thanks for the hell stained greeting sloshed upon our door
We’ve only ever done our best, and while ****** go free, I suppose yes, it is we who deserve this living nightmare
Books threaten us with hell, eternal absence of you, well with the hand you’ve given it doesn’t sound so bad
Excuse my sacrilegious phrasing, but seems you’ve pardoned molesters and allowed hellish realities to walk our streets
What have we done?
You see us, and judge us wrong, but we are only what you made us, and pushing us doesn’t fix the hate you help create.
I’d ask you for help, but you’ve already made it clear, you don’t give a flying **** as to what happens to your people here.
I know I won’t hate you forever, and maybe never really at all but my heart has been emotionally ***** and it feels like it’s all your fault
Sorry for whatever I have done or didn’t do, but if we repent can you give us one death free new year?
Bitter, table of one.
Check please
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 11:07 AM UTC
Taking inspiration from the common conscience the cosmic compilation
I write of the most simple the stellar implications of a whole world of individuals coming to any decisions
Realizing it's absolutely amazing, what with how I see ****** hate prejudice **** crime ****** child molesters rich billionaires complaining about foodstamps recipients as they bilk public entities accounting for it with we all do it. As I watch the stadium rise out of ashes of torn down blackened buildings a third paid for the rich from public coffers, I see sit amazing. How I've lost touch not just with human nature but nature herself. And I sit watching this man made monster gobble the earth .
It's becoming us. The earth is becoming just us. Our needs wants lists desire. Immediately. I want.
We're teaching it. It's becoming more ingrained with every generation. I deserve.
So I'm just going to hibernate in a hole not listen not react. Hide forever. Till we all bust.
I see it in the collective.
Theres no conscience left
I'll come out when it's just us in a ball all hurling through the universe no earth underneath.
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 1:48 AM UTC