"vandalize" poems
I don’t have a problem with saying too little, you don’t have to carve inspiration into a health room desk or vandalize a bathroom stall to get me to tell him how I feel. I have a problem with acting as if it’s four a.m. all day long and forgetting that you don’t need to know about my every mood swing: my Sunday highs and Tuesdays lows and Thursday nothings. I think my biggest fault is bothering you to tell me all the thoughts that have yet to cross your mind (and maybe wishing they had.) I want you to want to know everything I feel at any given moment: what I thought of this evening’s sunset and how long it took me to fall asleep last night and why track two of my favorite album makes me feel like I’m in a dream. I want you to want me to know why you painted your bedroom walls yellow and how often you floss your teeth and which day of the week you feel happiest on. But most of all, I want to know everything you feel, even before you’ve felt it.
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 8:00 PM UTC
I don't think you understand.
I love you.
You are my stepmother
(Not wicked at all no matter what Brother says)
How could I not?
But you think I am ungrateful, rotten, trash on your shoes.
It must be true (you would never lie).
So I must ask,
How do I change?
I will change everything about myself for you,
So you will love me too.
You would never be so cruel as to stop me from doing this,
Would you?
So the question remains,
What shoul I do?
I will ****** steal, vandalize, and injure.
All for you, Stepmother.
I love you.
Why don't you love me too?
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 8:54 PM UTC
Banksy,
vandalize me!
Write on me
when no one sees.
Color me truth
and let me be.
Reveal to me,
Banksy,
please!
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 7:22 PM UTC
This is no Lament,but an
Ode.I'm on my last hook of
The tune,as I hear voices hollers
On my back.this positivity keeps me
Locked on my de javus.
I'm livin' life like a video,
Onto press forward to my
Ambitions.I'm too proud of
Myself.
I'm on my utmost,every dream
Ends a picture perfect,as I imagine
Myself holdin' a throne at my
Closet.
I'm no Pinocchio but I iPaulistic
Art.im 'til live to the birth of
Next century,'cause I'm the
Third World War Soldier.
I'm a wanderer in disguise,searchin'
Triumph at night.
Guess my dreams ain't real,
Just livin' greatness of my fantasies.
Oh!!this is an omen.
I'm no Osama,but still a Pisces
I vandalize world of neysayers,
Forfeit negativities.
I separate dark and light
'Cause these street lights
Still shows me life on
My grind.
I'm down floor to my knees,
Bow down to all loved,losted
Zulu warriors,for Shaka to
Flourish my greatness.
Dear God,may you please sprinkle
Blessings upon my life,my path
Is grey a winter season.
'Till death takes me,but my
Dreams will forever last.
And if i die today tell me
I will make it through hell,'cause
Heaven is where the heart is.
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 6:00 AM UTC
A few strokes of bad luck
What else could it possibly be?
A ****** up coincidence?
Or lack of empathy
Fingernails grow like ice crystals
Lying by omission
Aiding and abetting
Vandalize all that's beautiful
In this world that's not worth living
Love letter in calligraphy
Doodle in the margins
Images
Of something that's just not me
We're just friends
Lies and and false emotions
Follow you like smoke follows beauty
I wanna hate you
It's not easy
We're just friends
It's not easy
To hate someone you love
I wanna hate you
Like I can hate myself
Jan 21, 2011
Jan 21, 2011 at 6:32 PM UTC
Every day we come and go with the same bad habits hidden behind empty eyes. We litter the world with fake happiness and vandalize walls with angry shouts. When do we make the decision to be happy?
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 11:04 PM UTC
My old friend, you've done it again.
You turn the lights out when I can finally see,
You stain my fingers with ink you use to write me letters so cruel,
You scream at me deafening words of hatred,
You let tears flow from my eyes without a sense of pity,
You point out my wrongs the way you like to pick the prettiest flowers,
You push me into the smouldering flames then you're in awe of the way I glow,
You slit me with a blade and watch the blood flow, you say it's as beautiful as waves dancing.
And you do it, over and over again.
Believe me, I wish I could let you go.
I try to run away in the dead of night
To get rid of you, to forget you
You never seem to leave.
You follow me like shadows on asphalt,
You leave your traces in my favorite blouses,
You vandalize my bedroom walls,
You lurk in the corners I confine myself to,
You're in each window I pass by,
You hide under the sheets I sleep in,
Your sobs echo through my ears in the middle of the night,
You're in the mirrors I look away from,
You're in me.
You are me.
Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 9:14 AM UTC
strange
isn’t it
how
memories
pique our moods like
mountains
bursting
through the
stratosphere
only to be sent
plummeting to the
depths of an
abyss
darker
and
deeper
than Marianas Trench
at the flip of a
switch
subtle triggers
found in the way
someone laughs
or when a co-worker
grins
out of the corner of
his or her
mouth
i see you
in the characters of the
literature and
films we used to critique
over coffee
hiding in the vestiges
of Daenerys Targaryen
or
Mélanie Laurent
you are France
an entire country
unto yourself
the smell of the sea
clings to your skin cells
in ways i
only wish
i could
you are in every
solitary
letter of Helvetica
whispering
softly
of things that
were
of things that
are
and of some things that
have not yet come to pass
you float
in the carcinogenic smoke
of cigarettes
a silhouette
corporeal particles
i exorcise
with equal parts
relief
and
regret
every night that i
paint the town
in neon colors
of vibrant life
i write your name
when i
vandalize
and fantasize
that you are
somehow with me
maybe floating happily
in the molecules
of aerosol
spreading across the
concrete
you’re in every song
by Brand New
like the residue of
dew drying on
the leaves
in the
mid-morning
light
lingering
even as
the sun calls you
home
the way i lingered
on your doorstep
to make sure that
you made it safely
back inside your
home
i’ve come to find that
i am equal parts
melancholy
and
blithe
and
i think that i
can finally say
i’m getting better
but
to borrow
a page
from Vonnegut
i’d be lying if
i said i didn’t still
catch
myself feeling
sorry
about the things that
no longer
matter
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 10:11 AM UTC
As my fingers punches each letter
And vandalize the blank wall
Purging what's inside, at most all bitter
The lonely journey of the bliss less soul
Why? Of all emotions
At most I choose the time of my pain
To evaporated into the clouds
And turns the season into rain
I am looking for that colorful sign of hope
But sometimes I'm getting tired
Living my life on this endless loop
Misery always transpired
But why those blind aren't quitting life's game
Hopeful and thankful to the mighty Lord
By then my eyes shattered some tiny white grains
That touches the face of my keyboard
10/6/2015
Mysterious Aries
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 9:34 AM UTC
Lets dance over the phone to different songs.
Lets be drunk criminals and vandalize some condemned house.
Lets forget the fact that you graduate two years before me.
Lets be stupid together.
Because every-time I try to be smart, to think things like this through.
I always end up watching them break.
And I'm not saying we won't.
I'm just saying lets ignore it till we have to.
And then wake up the morning after with no regrets.
Just like the first night we were together.
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 3:24 AM UTC
racing across the train platform,
one hand on our heads keeping our beanies in place,
the other clenching each other's
we slid in through the doors,
catching our breath in between laughter
we make it above ground just as the sun is setting over astoria
and i swear your eyes turn golden
my favourite you comes out at night
we lose track of time, put away our cell phones,
and vandalize this whole **** place with our love
carve your name into my rickety old heart like you did the trees
near bethesda
kiss me long and hard, like the winters
just as refreshing when i open the door and seeing you,
my own wonderland
melt this ice pick inside of me
set me on fire, for all i care
everything is dying right now,
but for once, for once, it doesn't feel like it
Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 7:58 PM UTC
To all of you advertisers
Throw your thing on its proper place
Will you just stop please
Don't vandalize this sacred face
This is where our feelings ride
The journey of our low and high
The future will learn from our joy and pain
For us to move faster, end your foolish game
That's why it's Hello Poetry not Hello Adverts
I know you know how to read lines so please divert
I beg you once again find another room
We are POETS here and simply... this is our HOME...
08-06-2015
Mysterious Aries
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 7:44 AM UTC
I took you at your word,
when you said you would
steal my heart
This might sound absurd,
but would be my thief
take all of me, every part
Love, love, love is my crime
So baby, come catch me
& let's do the time
I think we might be outlaws,
I think I might be in love
Cause I'm all out of reasons,
like seasons, winter, summer, fall,
they're all washed up
& you're still way over there,
maybe slide on in by my side
cause I'm just an outlaw
wanted if you want me
I love you every day & every night
Lock me up for good
Right here in your arms
You vandalize my neighborhood
with your piercing eyes
& devilish charm
Love, love, love is my crime
So baby, come catch me
& let's do the time
I think we might be outlaws,
I think I might be in love
cause I'm all out of reasons,
like seasons, winter, summer, fall,
they're all washed up
& you're still way over there
maybe slide on in by my side
cause I'm just an outlaw
wanted if you want me
Love, love, love is my crime
So baby, come catch me
& let's do the time
I love you every day & every night
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 10:49 PM UTC
too FAT too SHORT too WITHDRAWN
too THIN too DUMB too SMART
too OLD too WEAK too GOTH
too QUEER too PARANOID too PREPPY
they judge, they mock, they laugh, they jest.
a game they play, all fun and games.
Who cares what they say, why should i listen
the taunts of the others, out for their own.
I don't care, I refuse to see
They will never get to me.. and yet..
Tune it out, look away, doesn't make it end.
no harm intended, death resulted.
Their words have no conviction, no meaning.
This I know, this I believe, but then tell me why..
Why I cannot stop reading the writing on the walls?
too TALL too GROSS too UGLY
too NERDY too SMELLY too CREEPY
too SLOW too HYPER too SENSITIVE
They point, they mock, they regret, they don't care.
Today, tomorrow, last night and before.
They vandalize the air with words they don't intend.
I don't care, I refuse to see
They will never get to me.. and yet..
I walk away, talk to me back
Put you behind me, i cannot hear.
Your words are mute, they matter not.
This I know, this I believe, but then tell me why..
Why I cannot stop reading the writing on the walls?
And why don't they put down the pen?
Too cruel Too harsh Too unprovoked
Too Jealous Too abused Too angry
Too Beaten Too unheard Too unloved
They've been there, they try to cope.
Lashing out instead of lashing in.
Fighting for the chance they never got.
This I know, this I believe.
I don't care, I refuse to see
They will never get to me... and yet..
Tell me why, even knowing this,
why can I not stop reading the writing on the walls?
Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 11:32 PM UTC
Don't cross the street until the light is green.
Hold hands at the crosswalks & parking lot.
Keep poison out of reach of children.
Don't cuss or swear.
Don't smoke or drink.
Don't speed above the speed limit.
Don't lend out cash.
Don't get conned.
Don't drink alcohol & drive.
Don't do drugs.
Don't sell *** for money.
Don't take bribes.
Don't get blackmailed.
Don't play with fire.
Don't use explosives or firearms.
Don't vandalize.
Don't be a ****** stripper, **** drug dealer, bank robber, killer, ****** carjacker, kidnapper, or shoplifter.
Wear your seat belt.
Check your motor oil & fluids.
Drive on a full tank of gas.
Clean your windshield.
Flush the toilet.
Brush your teeth & hair.
Never use electrical things near water.
Never lie.
Never hire an attorney for anything.
Never sign a stripper contract.
Don't dance naked for money.
Use mouthwash.
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 1:02 AM UTC
My saving grace,
This holy place.
You vandalize my sanctuary,
And burn me into ash.
I know what you do,
I remember how we met.
It makes me sick,
To think you'd go back.
i showed you every part of me,
And all you did was leave.
How could this all change,
Just within a week.
The first real thing you've ever had,
And the last heartbreak I'll ever have.
I swear to god,
This won't happen again.
I swear on my life,
No one's getting in.
I tried so ******* hard,
To be the one.
To make you stay.
While your guilt eats you away,
Remember to hold your head.
I'm too young to be like this,
God save me.
I don't care how or when,
Please got just let it end.
I showed you every part of me,
Saw the scars.
Heard the screams.
How did this all change,
Please tell me what went wrong.
The first real thing you've ever had,
The last heartbeat I'll ever have.
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 1:47 PM UTC
Infant hands
gripping thumbs.
Tired arms encircling adult neck.
Your first smile,
first laugh—
first tooth, step, and word, our
first shared glance.
Moments, landmarks of your life, the
joy of my own.
Infant eyes so full
of wonder,
even the meagre astounds.
Constellations,
planets and moons, asteroids
creeping through space,
world destroyers and raisers of new.
The universe, its
infinitely vast magnificence, at
molecular level iris comprised.
The pupil—centre ajar
serving soul's route,
a window into 'nother realm, the
place of spirit's hailing.
True self temporarily encased,
the pathway to which
in resides of corporeal existence
the pith of life.
Your eyes—as much wonder possessed
as perceive.
A wish;
you might stay young forever, each
day spent together, that
your innocence,
your heart, may
never know break's suffering.
That cheek, tear might never dampness vandalize.
Your life—unspoiled joy,
mere childish disappointment to claim,
might always remain.
A shelter from hate,
from hunger and strife.
The broadcasts of the world
that their weighty burden might never
find home upon tiny shoulder.
In my palm, Atlas' strength I possess,
to keep at bay
war—its further result.
Disaster.
Death,
thunder wind lightning,
the monster under your bed.
The fear of all things fear inciting,
a paladin whom you I serve.
But in that wish
I might deprive,
an incalculable love—life's
blessed comprise.
The force by which
a patriarch's drive—
the reason for being.
By selfish pinning of youth,
fulfilment you may never know
As much to protect you,
I do myself.
A fear of my own finale.
Residing forever in this happy dream.
Terror realized,
contrary to that my inevitable absence—that
I might never leave you, but
that you might never leave me.
My son, I love you, and
in time you will see.
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 6:20 AM UTC
So a person is gay, so they have to "have their way"
With a simple ring, pizza or cake, a legal wedding day,
Doing things that straight people do everyday.
So a person is black, so they have to "vandalize,"
Even if in a decent non-violence as they demonstrate.
Remove the "threat," gang up on them even if
"Black Lives Matter" is all they were there to say.
So a person is an anti-war hippie, don't listen to them,
Instead go to war EVERY time and "make the world
A better place," especially for our children!
So a person is eccentric, "a dreamer," they have no right-of-way,
You're in this so-called free country,
Leave all of your dreams, your goals, your hopes
At home or take them to another MORE LIBERAL
Country to stay.
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 6:56 PM UTC
Caregiver,
You came into our family
As a river of hope.
Ever flowing, always there,
Providing loving care,
So we could cope.
Caregiver,
You became an uncaring taker.
With your undue influence
You spent her money
On your own selfish wants.
Under false pretenses, you dragged her along daily,
Using her vehicle for your own personal errands.
Like a foe you fought our family
As we became wise to your machinations.
And when your goose was finally cooked,
Your last act was to vandalize in secret,
Leaving her heart broken.
Oh, Uncaring Taker,
How unconscionable were your actions.
How hateful you became.
Why were you this way?
How I would like to make you pay,
But it's her wish to leave it this way.
Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 9:53 PM UTC
Tranquil Freedom
I think back to my early teens
To what I had but what we've lost
As kids we would walk about four miles to fish a special pond
In a special place
Sneak in through the gap in the iron railings
We thought we were so clever but the truth is the landowner always knew what we were up to
But he didn't mind. We weren't there to vandalize and destroy
We had the freedom to roam
That quiet tranquil place
Sunlight on the breeze driven rippled water
Bird songs
Lying on the bank, up to the armpit in water
Searching in the mud for fresh water mussels
Always looking for that special pearl
Never did find it
I look now at what our kids have got
Can't go here, can't go there
Nothing left, nothing, nothing
No more the woods and wide green swathes
No more the freedom
No more the tranquility that once was mine
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 3:46 PM UTC
Sliding a can of spray paint out of his mischeif backpack
finger tips began to sense things without touching
they knew they were about to vandalize
and the thought of beautiful work to be created made the nerves fly into a frenzy.
Rattling of bearing, combining of paint and propellant
pink sneezes out of the nozzle in a wonderful mist smelling of dizzying chemicals
he waves his arm in an arc,
an ark to save a generation from corporate ***********
to eliminate the fraud of the men in suits who shave daily and drink coffee
this kid
wanted to revolt, not knowing repurcussions
or fearing concussions
only the humiliation of being held by the book of laws and treaties,
treating each night of debauchery as a dawn of ingenuity and won victories,
perplexion of the too-calm anarchy of day-to-day America
why wasn't everyone outraged?
Why weren't they naked and screaming and looting?
His thoughts were misconstrued by **** residue
cheap alcohol poisoning
he may as well have huffed the paint
then the cops came
"It's in my rights, I want my rights! I need my rights to write!"
Delirious, disgruntled
he'll tweet about this later,
his first run-in with The Fuzz
while defacing a preschool.
May 30, 2012
May 30, 2012 at 9:22 PM UTC
I don't know how much more of this I can take
You relentlessly push and you shove and you bend me until I break.
Darling, I'm about to snap. So if I do, I suggest you wave farewell
You better believe that I will drag you with me down to hell.
I've let you walk through this break up squeaky clean and vandalize my name
I've heard your lies about me that have circled back around and they all sound so insane.
I try to play nice with you and give you some kind of credit
I've felt so bad for you up until this point and I've really just had it!
Say whatever you want about me to everyone if that's how you sleep better at night
Because at the end of the day I'm still doing just fine.
I don't need to trash your name or embarrass you, like you've tried to do me
You make yourself look foolish enough, you don't need my help baby.
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 8:54 PM UTC
Fluorescent drangonflies vandalize my colorless mind,
dancing to the bass of my African ear drums.
Envelope me in this foreign feeling & seal me with a red kiss,
then mail my essence to the fingertips of bliss
& pray Angel Gabriel's feet meet no hinderance.
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 11:05 AM UTC