"vulgur" poems
One can only cuss outright
if they are classy as **** amiright?
out of the mouths of babes
no longer satisfactory, but laughable
oh how I wish I'd lived
in the time of sailors and pirates
when those words identified
the dialect of old
one no one rather liked, but
interesting all the same
for it came from months
drifting
creative minds
expressive of the inklings of emotion they allowed
vulgur, profane words
but someone took the time to make them up
so shouldn't they be reserved for the more creative
the more classy
and not from the mouths of middle school babes?
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 7:28 PM UTC
My father had two daughters.
A son he had just one.
A wife who divorced him, to move in a pedofile ***
Who she let whip us like a sadistic, not so fun.
Every night for 3 years we got *****
Mom got him a loaded hand gun.
We never had a chance to escape.
He killed my hamster & the neighbors german shepherd.
No one ever said a word.
It was vulgur & absurd.
An ex con, on my face & cereal he spit on.
Our toothbrushes he peed on.
We never got justice.
Like his head on a pike. Every ounce of hatred fueled, despite.
Every fiber of it's being is not right.
An ungranted wish.
A criminal no one will miss.
I would never know if "it" hurt any other.
Most are the product of a crazy mother.
I dwell in a sh*t dome.
Where no one is ever home.
A coward's way out.
No one can hear my scream or shout.
To be murdered is what evil entity's deserve.
Satan Lucifer is the devil they serve.
To be consumed in eternal flames.
Dissected & mamed.
That is their place to belong.
To suffer agony from what they did wrong. Crushing children's souls.
To make them broken & unwhole.
Eternal torment they need.
Sin is what they feed. Extinction would'nt be a sacrifice. Their demise would be so nice. I hate child molestors. A walking disease that festers
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 10:43 PM UTC
Revenge is a scary beast
it invades ones soul
leaving not a moment of peace
Feelings have been insulted
one weighs the ways to retaliate
although knowing it will leave one faulted
Senses feel an injustice was done
all thinking is of the retribution to come
however could this have all begun
Emotions are enflamed
grievances carried are heavy
who could sight the offendeds blame
Sentiments may hold vengeance as vulgur
to get satisfaction from avenging another
wouldn't forgiveness be the better gesture
Revenge holds no borders sacred
it is a scary realm to enter into
to want to hear one plead as they bleed
Is that really what your heart and souls needs
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 2:13 PM UTC