"vitcim" poems
I can handle being a freak.
I can handle being a loser.
I can handle the name-calling.
I can handle my emotions.
I can handle not being able to fit into just one box.
I can handle placing last.
I can handle being rejected.
I can handle being used.
I can handle my anger.
I can handle my future.
I have a firm grasp on almost everything and that makes me feel stronger, but I won't handle being a vitcim any longer.
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
Hate in forms of words that fire from their mouths.
There is no war but the one they create in their minds.
It's all against one and there is no ally.
We look for hope but there is no leeway.
Even the right decisions are incorrect
And the compassion is regret.
The skies are clear, but the ground still shakes
Thus, grey days are better in their wakes.
It's not all over, I know
It's just the beginning, but im losing hope.
It's all against one and I'm the vitcim.
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 12:28 AM UTC
White pearls flow down stairs with thunderous applause
Consuming each vitcim so gently
Enriching every soul beholding such beauty
How they applaud you
Crimson red flames pour from thy crown
As emeralds see all truths
Never release that caged Finch
As a heart leaves all to be dismissed
Conquer each line with robust passion
Absorb feeling from thy depths
Hear the masses cry for more
As Crimson Crown kills with no mercy
Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 8:57 AM UTC