"seether" poems
secrete hate
let it fill your skies
breathe the flames
that you weaponize
the inhibitions of the average citizen are in their composition
lost
our prohibitions are leveraged in manipulation of indentured cost
its character assassination
alienation of a nation
built to look like suicide
and i
am so sick of these ridiculous syndicates of clueless idiots
i got no time for the intermediate silly ****
they dont know what the **** they are talking about and i am supposed to submit to it
I already screamed into loose winds
I already know the angels are gone
I already grew the **** up
And the fear is gone
******* Gone
Jul 5, 2012
Jul 5, 2012 at 9:36 PM UTC
High hopes on high ropes
Swinging dreams back
pushing forth, life is d•o•p•e
come full swing, me and you
Tip toeing the pebbles
ever so carefully in rain dew
Sometimes on my tip toes
I feel someone a seether
Only in my breath knows
I treaded not for very long
But as harsh to please
To comfort, with ol song
On my fingers touch my lips
The tire of replicated movement
Made God and the devil pist
Tomorrow, crossed out my name
The merry-go-round that spin
The fire in my skin is pain
all the people know her name
Back and forth I rock my chair
thinking and going, stoping,
And time is not ticking
time is looking for rest, dropping
killing every move my toes make
Unchaste paragon I make rebel of,
and off they will go... my orgen
To a valkyrie's back who will slane
the shame of me..
~I am still hanging on. I love you mom.
© S.T. Rebel of Eden
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC
I don't like who I am
I smile at dents in my skin
I search and I long for a sin
I don't like who I am
I turn all the boys into bloodbaths
Then I cry at the touch of their sharp wrath
I don't like who I am
I walk around reckless and staid
I would **** for my soul to just fade
I don't like who I am
I torture myself unconsensually
No wonder my mother disowns me
I don't like who I am
I hurt too much for too many reasons
I am punished as if committed treason
I don't like who I am
And I know you don't either
I don't like who I am
I can't stand my mind's seether
I don't like who I am.
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 8:15 PM UTC
I'm content on knowing who I am, and who im not. Unopened packages and a bouquet of forget-me-nots, laying on the burned dresser,
Doors that swing open from the inside out,
Shaggy carpet.
I never had time to frame the posters,
So I'll tear them down tonight,
The uneven weight of hammer in the palm of a shakey old mans hand,
Cause he'll work until he dies,
I don't know why you love me.
Egg shells and intimate objects,
Buried beneath this castle of a home,
Drapery made of fish scales & the darkness in your eyes, that'll never fade away.
You're the only person who's said my name,
With passion behind it,
I dance to Toms Diner by DNA,
Cause it drives me crazy like Legos in martini's,
Broken by Seether reminds me of your dead,
Mom,
Beat up skater shoes & chain link fences,
Inhale exhale,
For what?
You won't be counting the heart beats in my back,
As you slide my shirt off.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 12:46 PM UTC
Music always was an escape for me,
Until you came and went,
And stole it all from me
Tegan and Sara, blink-182
Seether, Jimmy Eat World
and Aerosmith too
Every song was a dagger,
That I masochistically plunged,
Until I was drained, haggard
I have my songs back,
But you've stained them,
Forever marked black
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC
I wish you could see,
even though you said it wasnt me.
You gave me Takotsubo Cardiomyopathy.
I didn't know what it was either,
but now I just feel like a seether.
But of course you where a cheater.
Again I'm the one to depart,
even though it's your art.
Of giving me a broken heart
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 7:36 PM UTC
I open the blind as eyes are wide open
When u blink u sink in my brink
I Seether around inside thy vacant dark mind
I ignite thy insides with my golden wand
My toung is gold my words are jewels
Decorate thy mind and decalciphy that first eye
We all serpents in God's clothing
Our shed skin is pure clay and dust with fine rocks.
Nov 28, 2020
Nov 28, 2020 at 8:10 AM UTC
It is cold and dark in my garden,
with lots of spaces to hide.
You can curl up under the plants
and, in them, you can confide.
The plants do not mind it,
in fact, it helps them grow.
They like the misery and sadness
often told in tales of woe.
You can stay quiet, of course,
the plants don't mind that either;
They know to appreciate the value
of a quiet seether.
If happiness is what you're looking for,
this may be hard to swallow.
My plants only like those
who are willing to sit and wallow.
So, if your heart is bleak and black
and has even started to harden,
Travel no further,
As plants are always growing in my garden.
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 1:15 PM UTC