"strangeling" poems
I dont want to know if your mother slapped you when you were a child, or your daddys love was very mild. There is NO excuse for abuse. And the fact you're hurting someone, molesting someone, torturing someone can never be disaproven or made "alright" just because you had a "rough" childhood. Guess what, I did aswell, people that read this did aswell, milions of people did aswell, yet they dont go about strangeling cats or murdering inocent dogs.They dont go about hitting women, molesting them, draining them emotionaly, or even worse ****** them.When will we learn the error of our ways, How can we be so dismayed by these beings that arent even human, but monsters, pure brutal, filthy animals, that if you ask me, have no right to live...
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 6:46 PM UTC
Strangeling ship on nervous seas,
Boiler stuffed with dust and leaves I thought I'd
fade
but worse, I'm me.
Wretched, an obscenity.
So fingers slicked in tangerine,
Done and wistful, dreaming, free...
I kiss the sea and drown in steam.
Ah, hopelessness! Extremity!
Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 6:36 AM UTC