"violater" poems
Intruder. Intrusion. In my personal space.
Violater. Violation. What you took, I cannot replace.
Material. Materialistic. But that that's not the point.
My thoughts. My feeling. Have been shattered open.
Intruder. Violater. You didn't just steal.
You took something from me more valuable.
Than diamonds and rubies and all the queens gold.
Intruder. Violater. You don't know what you hold.
Intruder. Violater. You've taken my purge.
Letters and answers and maps to my worth.
Intruder. Violator. You've taken from me.
Memories of where I was, who I am and I am how I came to be.
You've taken my heartache, my sadness and pain
But also the joy and happiness from life I have gained.
Intruder. Violater. Maybe something to sell.
You took my whole world and spun me around.
Material. Materialistic. Harmless. Maybe to you.
I'm shattered and heartbroken and there's nothing I can do.
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 3:51 AM UTC
When bad **** happened,
we had a saying in the service,
**** It, Drive On."
Spending too much time
on thieves just feeds them.
Once a violater,
always a violater.
Anybody who steals poetry
is pathetic anyways.
That in itself is reason
enough to be thankful
for who we are.
Besides, it ain't like
we're going to send
out the poetry police
to change these weasles.
They live in a trap already.
F. I.D.O.
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 10:19 PM UTC