"vengence" poems
Standing on the edge to a sea of pure lunacy this lily blooms,
Her scars, she wishes them not to fade but to shed more blood,
Corrupted by the world around her, which took what she held dear, The only wish to seek revenge she blooms while sympathising with fury and hatred thicker than the spreading of the darkness of night,
A murderous intent, likely energetic enough to break through the ground to get what her desires tell her she needs so dearly,
Getting rid of everything, the love within her hurting chest, so she'd eventually awaken as this distorted image of what was once pure,
Her enemies shall try to escape while observing their dying moments,
Laughing at them whilst watching how they are ruined in seconds,
Throbbing in the dark, the figure of hatred wriggles in moonlight,
Lonely the soul resented by life, keeps up her riot for once more,
In bloodlust and vengence for her own reflection cast on the water,
Deep within her, a crying, broken, yet flickering light calls for help,
If forgiveness could be served, her wounds would heal and she would be able to be herself again, free without any grief or sorrow,
Maybe then, she will even be able to feel love again.
~ Umi
Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 12:35 PM UTC
If I ever see you again
I'll spat insults and hope they
Spray on your aviators
like the bugs that squashed against
my windshield the last time
I drove away from you
If fate destroys me
and I am in the same pub one night
as your wormy self
I'll tell you how you're the most
arrogant, vapid, shallow, womanizing,
******* male mascot
I've ever had the disgust to know
I'll slap you hard across the face
Oh and not like Scarlett O'Hara,
you demon darling
No crushing kiss will follow
and I'll mean vengence
vile will seep through my mouth
instead of the sweet saliva
I let you taste
long ago
If I ever hear your voice
or see your mocking manequin
among my tele again
With disgraceful force
I will lift that 50 lb set
and propel that ******* screen
across the state
The way your black static apology
shattered the brightness
that used to reside
within
me
If I hear of you
one more dispicable time
I'll grow bombs maticulously
within my empty core
and time them so perfectly
that all of your dysfunctional doormat
confidants
will explode the second they come near me
and their manipulative cells
will burst
and be burried among the soil
of ***** words
you whispered in my ears
**** if I ever see you again
I'll shatter every martini glass around me
and down a fifth of fireball
and breath venomous fire
and burn you, you beastly boy
And I'll pretend beauty amongst you
and walk away, a tall glass of water
That could diffuse
that angry licking fire
that is swallowing you up
When I see you again
I won't acknowledge your existence
and I'll be dressed to the nines
and I won't do a ******* thing about it
Because you aren't worth a sentence within this stanza
But I know I am.
Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 11:03 PM UTC
I seek revenge, nothing more.
I seek revenge after all the **** you make me endure.
I seek revenge, nothing less.
I hate you, this i must confess.
Why you forsake me, i do not know.
My true emotions, must never show.
I seek vengence, but the will is what i lack...
If you are wise, you had better watch your back
the last part is contradictory. My bad.
Oct 19, 2011
Oct 19, 2011 at 11:51 PM UTC
Hatred and vengence--my eternal portion
Scarce can endure delay of execution--
Wait with impatient readiness to seize my
Soul in a moment.
****** below Judas; more abhorred than he was,
Who for a few pence sold his holy Master!
Twice betrayed, Jesus me, the last delinquent,
Deems the profanest.
Man disavows, and Deity disowns me:
Hell might afford my miseries a shelter;
Therefore Hell keeps her ever-hungry mouths all
Bolted against me.
Hard lot! encompassed with a thousand dangers;
Weary, faint, trembling with a thousand terrors,
I'm called, if vanquished, to receive a sentence
Worse than Abiram's.
Him the vindictive rod of angry Justice
Sent quick and howling to the centre headlong;
I, fed with judgment, in a fleshy tomb am
Buried above ground.
2.5k
I chased down the bustling road
when I caught a glimpse of her walking down.
Today I stand, impatient;
my finger thumping a pithy tune,
as she climbs down the stairway,
one step at a time.
*Time capsules are concealed
in objects that we rarely see,
and only notice when silence visits
and sits in the middle of the room,
unpleasently.*
Today was on such day,
when my foot accidentally brushed
a tea cup that had bravely withstood,
the anomalies of my childhood,
and leaning back on its broken handle
took delight,
on my sudden emotional plight.
*After years of unrelenting boundaries
the yearning to jump over,
turns into the ultimate goal.
Definace, with a vengence,
and fury so grave,
mars conscience by its senstaions,
makes it depraved.*
Forgone was the leap
that bound my heart with rules
of love, loyatly and frienship,
for it now only understood,
the twinge of ache it gained
whenever it recognized,
a then familar face.
*In a world fantastical,
there is order and right.
And mistakes are begotten
to only be forgotten
and set some memories aside.*
I held my hand out,
on the last stair, she looked up,
and in brown eyes, just like mine,
I saw days that now defined,
our relationship,
as mother and daughter.
*We talk of far shores and setting sail,
with our two feet firmly rooted in the bay.
The anchors aren't pulled, the rigs aren't checked,
we are rarely ready, if ever,
at our fancy's behest.*
In the seconds that she took to step down;
seconds in which I re-lived a lifetime,
I ran down the same road,
the bustling street with the same goal.
I held my mother's hand
and let go.
Dec 16, 2012
Dec 16, 2012 at 11:35 PM UTC
Every single day is partitioned fairly, I'd think
amongst us denizens of this uncertain universe,
that makes no loss ever in its unceasing transactions,
as every end is a new begining and also the reverse.
I wonder again on the complex algorithm at play
and demands upon each moment to accomplish it!
With a laugh I just let go the thread of that *****
thought on processors and servors for a humanguous
operation needed for that to go on for ever and aye!
What nonsense! the human logic is hugely flawed
Cosmos has better manuels of operation never
needed to be written down, just like the affairs of heart
of men and woemen that jostle in this planet ,driven
by urges prompted by mind, body and if you'd believe
without any qualms,the spirit, but I wouldn't insist.
Dusk was falling, and I sat smugly on the sugary sands
of the bikiny beach, with a vengence on my face
(but not with the bitterness of one, just now short changed)
And with an adamence to get my fair share of that day's
catch, plucked fruits, harvest,hunted gold or whatever!
I didn't want anyone notice as my exchange was
happening in in silence, on cycles higher without any means
tangible, of communication of any meterial sort.
Then there was a on sand behind me, I felt warmth,
the dog was snuggling closer and closer to me to comfort!
Her liquid eyes said, all that I wanted to hear
She was my solace for the day's battle wound, I reckoned
exuding warmth, she drained my pain like the bad blood
darkly stuck,let out through the cut I just had survived.....
Night was long and the moon anointed us with her balm
on the sand bed a man and a stray dog slept unstirred.
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 6:09 AM UTC
Lost in despair, Found on faith.
These happen to the forsakened, things just happen with no warning.
Rather it be lossing your bearings, Or just walking in the believe of something greater than yourself.
Forsaken can break their curse, But can also be bound if they so choose to let it.
Ravenous from rage, Claimed with love.
Two things that monster's feel, though they can't control this outcome.
Rage fills them when barricades block their path, Love fills the monster with clearity allowing it to relax.
Just remember the monster is no different from being forsakened.
Monsters feel rage, Forsakened feel vengeful.
Forsakend feel hope, Monsters feel love.
Those who barricade or break a path are in the direct path to being ******
For on the otherside is a Merciless and Vengeful being heading your way.
To be forsakened is to become a monster, To be monster was once forsakened.
Thinking about it is no diffent then watching you lose your humanity,
Doing something is to change that which you became.
Forsakened to become a monster, Once forsakened and now choatic.
The monster is and will always be a reminder for those who barricade ignorantly,
Forsakened is the first path of the monster, It's up to thy forsaken to be monster or human.
Which path would you choose if you become forsakened?
Would you let vengence fill your veins, or try forgiveness?
My path can't be alterd, I didn't get the chance for choice.
Too many barricades, Too many losses.
Those who know this are already monsters, Those who don't make your decision.
The path is yours to make, For those who been blessed with a path.
Monster Forsaken or Human?
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 12:54 PM UTC
Waking early in the morning and stepping out to see
The sun rise to begin, the day so beautifully
The sky was free of clouds and red off to the east
Dark blue toward the west. For my sleepy eyes a feast.
"Oh a flock of little birds flying overhead."
I couldn't help but watch them, so I tilted back my head.
Flying with great skill right over top of me.
I couldn't help but ponder "How wonderouse a thing to be."
And looking up to watch them, their beauty made me sigh
But then one bird, dropped a terd, right into my eye
It burned like a red hot poker, my eyeball was ablaze
I let out a painful cry and wiped it from my face
I tried to open my eye but the burning was too great
And now those little frikin' birds, I really began to hate
I swore to get revenge on that nasty little bird
That had the gall to bullseye me with it's frikin' terd
So I went to a store and purchased me a gun
A semi auto twelve gage, that should get 'er done
I purchased fifty shells each one filled with bird shot.
And hoped to **** that little bird and watch it's body rot.
So later in the evening of that very day
With a patch over my eye to keep the pain away
I formed the perfect plan to get my sweet revenge
And blow away that flying band in a ****** killing binge
I got up extra early and went outside and stayed
Very quiet so as not to ruin my vengful killing raid.
And just as I had hoped, like yesterday at this time.
"Here they come!" I thought with glee "Vengence will be mine!"
And just as they did yesterday, they flew right over head
And I chuckled to myself, "That sucker's gonna be dead!"
And as they came within my range, anticipation grew dire
Jumping up, I started yelling, and with my gun opened fire
"DIE YOU LITTLE TERD DROPPER!" Insanely I exclaimed
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! seven lives I quickly claimed
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! I Fired and more did fall
I looked again, and checking, I saw I'd killed them all.
And as I stood there looking at the little birds I'd killed
I asked myself, "Was it worth it? Was my revenge fulfilled?"
And as I contemplated these feelings that I had
A certain guilt came over me and I started to get sad.
But suddenly, in my eye, there was an awful burn
And I then knew I was right to **** them in return.
Sep 30, 2012
Sep 30, 2012 at 6:43 PM UTC
They
They all deserve to die
To suffer as much as a brother who died
As much as a mother who was burned alive
As much as the nations they turned to ash
They
But they who?
The children of ancestors who's long been gone
Innocents beheaded for the crimes of the old
Lives sacrificed to vengece a crime occured decades ago
They
They who?
A question that people hardly try to look up an answer to
For it's answer too has been lost
In the graves of those who commited the wrongs
Yet
"they" remain
Yet the pain remains
So does anger, so does vengence
As bright as a burning flame
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 4:41 PM UTC
It all started at the beginning,
When people thought I was missing,
Because I stopped preaching,
And the broken sword stop singing,
Force myself to stop thinking,
Lost hope to keep wishing,
So the birds stop whistling,
Sitting in the middle of the plain fields,
Use a sword that you can’t wield,
Defending the land with a broken shield,
Controlling power over a dark seal,
Being evil makes you feel sick,
I rather love than to be rich,
Not gonna rush life through a glitch,
Press the start button with one click,
A Broken Sword is one thing,
I always loved it when the world sings,
I can’t stop thinking about you,
How come you are so true?
I’m sorry i ever doubted you,
My broken heart always loved you,
Keeping us together with super glue,
I won’t hurt you I promise you,
Every single day when i go outside,
I meditate,
And I feel like i’m lost in the sky,
I suffered with the mistakes i done in the pass,
Cutting yourself with a broken glass,
Pain hurts but it never last,
Let me look into your bright blue eyes,
The Broken Sword is Elder wise,
Not being manipulated with dumb lies,
Like hell,
My mind is so mixed up confused,
Forget you life, ***** you!
Dreaming with a decent meal on my plate,
Promising myself not to hate,
Show I'm different I'm real not fake,
How am I going to make this world a better place?
Shadow is the same as darkness,
You're a shadow in the night,
I been fighting all day,
I'm tired I see death in sight,
World got me on my knees praying,
Sometimes I feel like I'm begging,
Hoping for no more insanity,
At the end the world just keep rotating.
Life is just how it is,
I can’t make it better,
It’s getting cold I need a sweater,
My eyes are going blind,
After so much that is going on i’m surprise the sun still shines,
I always wanted to fly away with the wind,
That person hates his life and shedding his skin,
The Broken Sword is the legendary sword,
The Broken Sword was used by a WarLord,
Slice from left to right,
Throw one punch get knocked out,
Good night,
Have a lot of times when you just don't feel it,
Have a lot of times when you just can't be it,
Have a lot of times when you just can't see it,
Have a lot of times when you just can't believe it,
The Broken Sword is like a god Sword,
A sword of hatred,
A sword Of Justice,
Of Vengence
Of Life and Death,
The sword has been fighting for thousands of years,
Now it has been destroyed,
Nowhere to be found,
Maybe it's a good thing,
I didn't say it was meant for evil no I didn't.
Finally The Broken Sword is forever hidden.
One day The Broken Sword won't be so broken anymore,
Whenever it gets lifted,
We all get that feeling that “No way, I felt it!”
Dec 14, 2016
Dec 14, 2016 at 8:35 PM UTC
If you strike me down i will become more powerful than you can imagine
No seriously if you would just **** off you'd save yourself a lot of trouble
Oh well i guess your goin for it well i hope you enjoy vengence from the grave
Becoming one with the force is pretty neat now i can **** you universal style
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 1:54 AM UTC
Brown eyes scan the crowd.
Wild with fury.
Frantically hopping from face to face.
She is hunting, with an intention to ****
Your heartbeat spills over her eardrums.
She knows her prey is nearby.
She focusses on you,
And you finally see her, too late.
She is only meters away.
No escaping this time.
People slide past like ghosts.
Not one of them notices you, frozen in fear.
Her hate cannot mask her hurt.
She is an injured creature,
Out for vengence.
Her mouth curves back into a snarl
To reveal the sharpest teeth you've ever seen.
You search desperately,
For a man with an axe,
For someone to protect the castle.
But an imposter's lips can only call for help
Is so many instances
You are caught.
No escaping this time.
She circles, preparing to strike.
Her lips shape one word:
Liar
It's soundwaves wash over you,
Truth knocks you to the ground.
You were only ever house of straw.
Retracting her claws,
She retreats into the sea of oblivous faces.
You're humilty served.
You are left in shreds.
Nobody notices.
Nobody cares.
Apr 19, 2012
Apr 19, 2012 at 3:04 PM UTC
Long for shadows time cast me in shackles Im free only in thought.
They hide there thoughts but I read there lies so very well.
I will wait for time is a tool if you choose to use it.
They brought the storm in there laughter my slow rage built.
You !
I know your true face pale rider.
Your running into the storm can you out run the wind?
You need not fear vengence for you are a friend?
Dec 18, 2010
Dec 18, 2010 at 3:17 PM UTC
Pain and Jealousy, Great Green Forest
Envy and Anger, Bleeding Red Rose
Panic and Fear, Ash Filled World
Vengence and Sorrow, Oceanic Blue Ice
Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 7:06 PM UTC
Heart wrenching feeling
A thirst for blood
Whose life am I stealing?
And who will lose their bud?
Torture is a must in the game of life
All tortures include the pain of a simple knife
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 7:14 PM UTC
Daylight, long since
shunned --
the night becomes
our world.
Pale lovers share
their salty kisses:
each embrace
assaults the void.
Knives flash,
then are hidden --
lives are spared
down the dim alleys
of 'Never-End',
where (once treaspassed)
we now dare to walk.
Tired mysteries stir --
awaking to secrets
shared,
and sometimes kept;
to sinful debts
that must be paid.
Sleepless shadows
****** and sway
demanding courage...
(testing faith?).
But, we know too well
the dark to be
our only friend.
Sweating out its passion,
craving pleasure's pain...
swearing oathes
in whispers;
breathing vengence
to be made.
Empty hours:
filled with careful
dreams...
Empty hearts:
careless choices
breaking all.
The sad mercy
of a moment's rest
comes at break-neck
speed.
Gutters fill with
lust and blood --
minds are eased;
memories erased.
No promises need
cross our lips,
only those sweet lies
best told in the warm
darkness
of our endless night.
Jan 29, 2011
Jan 29, 2011 at 11:32 AM UTC
when we three were parted
and tears had been shed
i, cast into shadow,
a husk in my stead
the language you speak
the syntax of lies
a shrouded deceit
cloaking your spies
no vengence i seek
no pain i demand
insted of your blood
just taller I'll stand
in secret you met
in defiance I wait
my love shall be forfeit
and my hate shall never
abate.
Aug 5, 2010
Aug 5, 2010 at 4:57 AM UTC
I am the body guard, that what I am,
that is my purpose, I take your you pain as my own,
I do not care if you think I am strong enough to take it,
I do carry the world on my shoulders,
That is who I am, I will never change, not for you or anyone else,
God made me who I am,
sometimes I feel it is a curse and other times I feel that I have hope for others,
I want to do something right in a world of wrong,
If you cant take that and understand then walk away because that will never change,
You think that I don’t know what a caution light is in a relationship,
then you are wrong,
You think I don’t know what a stop sign is,
again you are wrong,
I see both the signs,
I push away the caution signs,
I knock over the stop sign,
that who I am, I am brutal and honest, hard and quick to action,
but this time has been different,
when i saw the caution lights i slowed but didn’t stop,
when I saw the stop sign I hesitated, trying to see the future in play,
as if reviewing a movie before the world sees it,
and while I was waiting and thinking, apparently I was taking too long,
you came up behind me and shot out my knees with a shotgun,
my knees shattered and I feel,
hard,
and I will never be the same,
its hard to hold the world in my knees, always in pain,
but now it hurts even more,
every pain will remind me of you and what has happened,
let me tell you what I am,
I am VENGENCE,
I am the terror wrought by God to defeat evil,
it is never to late to bring justice to those who have done wrong,
you may not even want revenge,
but that is how I am, I will protect you as much as I can from future pain,
and I will find out how to cover the pain,
and as long as it takes I will find a way to help you,
all I ask is your understanding,
I don’t want your heart,
I don’t want your love,
I want you to to feel the trust,
I want you to see I have nothing to gain other than faith,
To show you that the world is not all gone to hell,
Even when I done see God,
he will be there for you,
and so will I,
that will never change, and neither will I,
take it or leave it, I am used to the pain,
it wont hurt anymore than it has before,
trust me and I will bear the pain,
don’t and leave your choice,
your pain, your past, my strength,
I see the playing field,
throw up obstacles if you want, it wont matter, I will find a way around,
throw up a wall and like a combat engineer I will blow it to kingdom come,
nothing left,
just rubble,
and then I will help you,
I will build a better wall, with no leaks, no breaks,
I will always be there and always be this way,
all I ask is you to understand,
dont shoot out my knees,
dont try and weaking me, it wont help you,
it will only slow the healing process,
I dont need you love jus the evidence to defeat what is wrong,
I may not be able to fix the problem but I can build the wall around it so the pain will lessen,
It will never go away but it will help,
that is my promise, that is who I am, now I know, and I thank you for showing me who I am,
my purpose
Nov 26, 2010
Nov 26, 2010 at 5:06 PM UTC
Coming from nobody,
I was but an afraid little boy.
Ambition or desire meant nothing to me,
And like a mouse I hid in my little corner.
Anger and torment embedded,
While lashing out at the weakest things.
In my youth I was an afraid little boy,
But my deepest desire was to express.
When you express your thoughts,
You can free yourself from torment.
With words meld with your purest thoughts,
and exposing yourself help break away from individual personal chain,
Truly those who can look at their weakness,
They can break away from their fears,
And loving one self is the first step in healing.
My empty ambition became thirsty,
And then the emptiness became desire.
I dared ambition to consume me,
And desire to take me with vengence.
No longer that little boy afraid.
See I was never free however,
Because being Korean meant family first,
But if the king was a fool?
What is love?
Better yet what is living?
Is it true vile, greedy, arrogant people live on,
But those innocence is the very first casualty?
I could not be afraid little boy no longer,
I must become a man with his dreams,
And hunger to want everything.
When I moved from Minnesota to Kentucky,
I knew no one, and had any clear vision.
I just knew if I restarted fresh from where I stood, life would open up for my conquest to reach my goals.
So here I stand in my kingdom, with fortress in developement,
For now I am the Lord of my initial dream.
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 8:24 PM UTC
I feel my anger rising
Though all my deep despising
I feel my fury soar
Surrounded by things i abhor
You let me slip through your fingers
Vengence replaces a love that lingers
Tip toe tip toe past my mind
All these answers I must find
I'm not who I once was
They know not what this pain does
I am a messenger of revenge
The courrier of hatred sends
We break through his mental dam
I am the sabatoeur of stevens mind, Sam
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 6:24 PM UTC
She stands in the wake of my tsunami
Amidst all my destruction and desolation
She claims she is like no other
As all my sea are receding
Frightened vengence my hand played
Shattering all perfection's glassine way
She is standing upon my shattered dreams
Reaching with her aching arms
There is blood between her toes
If in pain I'll never know
Still she stands and is saying ,
"Come , it's time to go back home"
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 4:50 AM UTC
Fame frightens me
So evil
With it's disguise
Fans holler your name
When you rise
Then scream
When you dive
Their love
Rides at the edge of hate
Too close
The
Applauds are just
As loud as the crowd's laughter
When you fall
No sympathy for the weak
You are
The almighty celebrity
So that billboard in the sky
Is a mirror image
No blemish
Finished
Perfectly
Are you?
My mugshots show
An ugly side
Never before seen
My front
Was just as bad
It wasn't me
I swore
Lie in front cameras
Paparazzi
Spot's me
And shoots me
Repeatedly
I turn around
To run away
And twist my ankle
And hit my face
I can't see
The flashing lights
Are so blinding
I stand up
And
Run to my ride
Hoping I won't die
Like the princess
Inching closer
I jump inside
And pull off
With a vengence
They follow me
In vans
Advancing at a pace
No ordinary
Horse-power could
Soar at
Gaining on me
High beams
Blind my rear-view
Mirror shows
All
Even in the privacy
Of my car
I remain
In spotlight
I haven't read this script
Let alone rehearsed
Will this high speed chase
End
Or is the next scene
In a hearse?
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 1:05 PM UTC
DEAD GRASS:
If the yellows bend to the winds and the yellows gain no color from life water itself, from sunshine eternal.. Out wisp the colors green in certain areas, more custom to life, more in tune to the gospel of the Sun..
RIVERS FLOW:
So flows the river, down a swath to return to oceans dreamed.. under moon, under sun, under storms without flood, once there was a judge, but even the rivers cut him apart..
BLAZE GOLD:
Blue blaze among stars, through eyes of zeal, a hope to be zen when light leaps are possible.. A return to Eden Soon..
WINGED VENGENCE:
The return.. Light leaps through stars on wings of light.. They walked among us.. With wings grand, the angel men, the eagles, falcons of vengence as they reclaim their Eden from us.. They walked among the day with wings brighter than the old sun.. They brought life back to the Earth.. In groups they travelled, with 3 always playing and singing the song of their return and rise..
MANKIND:
Mankind tries and takes the world with it.. For no one to have.. As the explosions brigther than 1000 suns shines among the Earth..
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 5:41 PM UTC
This twisted spine collapsed down on the world with vengence.
Its crooked maw could not decipher the slithering tongues of monolithic men.
I tore away at my flesh until she returned, beaded eyes white hot with fiendish intentions.
Sparatic jestures have been no strangers here, at this abode we endure, witnessing the violence.
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 9:31 PM UTC