"stocker" poems
Roses are red. My binoculars are blue Your curtains are opened. I'm also watching you. In the shower; on the couch; watching TV. Everything you do with my eyes I will see
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 8:41 PM UTC
I'm locked
Surround by chains
that lock me down,
Surround by pain
that destroys my name
I'm locked
No woman nor man
could ever wish for this
I'm drowning in hopelessness
If there was a way
to release this curse
I wouldn't have to suffer by
going through the worst
I wouldn't shred a single tear,
My body wouldn't ake
And I wouldn't be taken back
by my mistakes
Im locked
Destroyed by the life that is my own,
To the devil it feels as if I'm sold,
Every day gets dimmer
my life gets darker,
To God I am just his stocker
I'm locked
If I were to be given a second chance,
only then would my vocabulary
not be filled with I can't
Only then would I not count the minutes
Or count everyday life
as the witching hour
I wouldn't cower in the corner
Or write down death dates in my calendar
Like I used too
No
I would get a new chance at life
I wouldn't die by my own hand
And wouldn't say it was just a knife
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 3:20 PM UTC
I Hear America sniveling
A nod to Walt Whitman,
I hear America sniveling, life of hardships
Those are the nurse’s aide, each sniveling
looking tired and worn out
Petrified of being on the morning shift
The Porter sniveling as he drags
the fifthly mop down the corridor
The “Don’t walk signs.
Which everyone seems to ignore
The cooks crying as he wakes up early searching for dietary old ladle
Just to meet the breakfast rush, with sleep still in his eyes: his life seem to be a lie
The doorman sniveling as the workers rush through the doors
The looks on their faces, his hands stay closer to the company Tasers
The foreigner taxi cabs drivers speed a headed of each other for two dollars ride
As they tries their best to form a complete sentence..
Knowingly, that his spoken words is grammatically incorrect
The babies sniveling as they mother drop them off at the sitters,
Poor babies wish they could stay all day in their mother’s arm
The poor man sniveling, can be heard through the land, America
The rich man broad smiles as he killed another elephant for their ivory
Takes images proclaiming victory
The sadness of the hardest workers, or the elderly folks in pain
Shows an undivided world of tough hardships and poor leaderships
Each one to his or her own self, like homeless man Robert in the rain
We wakes up each day under the same sun, the same cruelty and injustice
the testing nuclear weapons in the atmosphere since 1945 and just recently another test
And we continues this repeat, and the more we feel and see or smile turn into frowns
I heard America sniveling:
*Even in hardship, God’s goodness prevails.” E
― Todd Stocker, *
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 8:39 AM UTC
I am a midnight stocker
at the grocery store
putting product on the shelf
that, and so much more
When talking to the ladies
I get looks I don't understand
the conversation abrupt
a wringing of their hands
Yes, I was the midnight stocker
at the grocery store
not following you around
like your boyfriend did before..
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 8:16 PM UTC
He will always be there
the serpent in the room,
Life in his burning tomb
Come one Come all
To the Family Circus
The walking Dead
Calculating numbers
in their Head
The RINGLEADER
Always in Control
Follow the Agenda
Play your Character’s part
Lose your Soul.
Come one Come all
To the Family Circus
TIGHT-ROPE WALKER
Notorious
Boyfriend Stocker,
Always a Smile
Painted on the CLOWN,
Who hides
An Emotional Frown.
Characters
in the same sick play
year after year
Fighting Fears and Tears
Control what you Do,
Control what to Say,
Predator becomes Prey
The Eyes look Away
The Eyes are the
Windows to the Heart
Where pretend Ends
And LIFE begins
A New Start
Come one Come all
To the Family Circus
The Extravaganza
called “Perfect”
Expectations,
NOBODY Wins
Their Lives are Filled
with too many SINS
How Long do We
have to STAY
BEFORE We can
make our GETAWAY.
Come one Come all
to the Family Circus
Watch the
TRAPEZE ARTEST
FALL,
The Absurdity
of it All
The DANCERS
on STILTS
Glide carefully
hiding their
Guilt
The MOST
Beautiful of Creatures
Look closely
At Her Features
Looks are DECEIVING
See the Wicked Web
She is Weaving
Come, one Come all
To the Family Circus
What God do you SERVE,
What do you Think
You Deserve?
Do you Feel
The Difference
In Their CALL
The Rarest of Rare
Nearly Nonexistent ,
A True CHRISTIAN.
BELIEVER
Who Stands
ARMOR READY
to fight
The greatest Deceiver
He will tell you a Story,
Parables and Sermons
of God’s Glory
In the HOLY SPIRIT
A Christian will drop
To Their KNEES
Yet at the
Family Circus
They DO
As they PLEASE.
Come one Come all
To the Family Circus
The Serpent in the room,
The Albatross
around your neck
Satan waiting
in his tomb,
Burning
The Prodical
SON returning
Come one Come all
to the Family Circus,
Here God’s CALL
Free Will
Affects
one and all.
William Shakespeare said it best
“What a tangled web we weave
when we practice to deceive”
Mar 16, 2023
Mar 16, 2023 at 3:57 AM UTC
You just didn't see him, peeking through the glass
her stalker of before, returning, from the past
I picked up the phone and called 911
reporting the creeper, over now, and done
They pack him in the cruiser
handcuffs upon his wrists
What a total loser
on a predatory list
Returning to my portal
no obstruction blocking view
Watching through your window
insuring, no one's stalking you
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 11:58 AM UTC