"wrecker" poems
This is my only and first ever poem
that I did scribe upon my phone.
A pal of mine does it, does it with ease.
She makes it look easy, just like a breeze.
But it's harder for me, with my thumbs of ham.
I prefer full-sized keyboards, as that's who I am.
Typing and retyping and then wrestling the spellchecker.
If I tried this while in my car, I would surely need a wrecker!
Squinting, so that I don't have to strain my eyes.
To say that I'm enjoying this, would be nothing less than lies.
Well there you have it, I'm finally done.
I'm gonna pass on this foolishness ... and let her have all the fun.
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 10:30 AM UTC
I stand apart from the rest, I stand at the last line of defense, I stand in the way of what every player wants most, I am a dream wrecker, A monument killer, every puck is a threat, every puck carrier accomplice. I defend my net on the principle that it is my home and that nothing comes in uninvited, every save I make fuels the next, every crease I protect is my own, I am satisfied only after I stop everything.
I am a goalie
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 5:26 PM UTC
Lucifer, Lucifer
Black, rotting mind,
How can you live
With the lies that you wind?
Lucifer, Lucifer
You claim to destroy
But need God's permission
For what you deploy.
Black Lily of old,
Wrecker of worlds,
Mover of mountains,
Oil slick pearl,
The whorls on your forehead,
The horns on your head,
The eyes in your hands
As you dress your dead.
You desolate valleys
You eat up the land,
You grind a man's bones
To Sahara sand.
In my eye a beam
In your eye a mote,
The rampant *****
Of a rutting goat.
They grow in your belly
The flies that you spawn,
Maggots in multitudes
10 trillion strong.
Yes, out they spew
Through your spittle and teeth,
The lies propigated
From way underneith.
O, putrid rose,
Who has duplicate skill
To create "beauty"
To dazzle man's will.
But nothing you "make"
Is good on this earth,
No, nothing you "make"
Has any WORTH.
O, blighted star,
Constellation of hate,
Galaxy ghoul
Your strength is FINITE.
Who runs the show,
You aborted SOW?
When all's said and done
To whom will you BOW?
More sooner than late
Your end will come
In the pit ALONE.
With no one to ***
Who'll put you there,
Bound in your chains?
Why! GOD! Of course...
... for Jesus Christ REIGNS.
Soul Survivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) February 2014
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 9:21 AM UTC
I don't know what you have that makes me not to stop staring at you.
You have that appeal makes you attractive.
Your height and body is my ideal type.
You have that face that can be cute and ****
Dear you, save me.
Another one is wrecking me,
Named V.
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 8:58 PM UTC
What am I if not human?
Am I monster
Who roams the empty city streets
In search for love to devour
And spit back the bones
Defiler of young dreams
Wrecker of lives
Am I a monster
That preys on the weak
One for every day
My primal urges
Urge me to take part in these
Biological
Natural
Irresistible
Wants and needs,
Am I a monster because I suppress them ,
Or am I human?
Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 11:14 AM UTC
From when I was young till the present,
everything I did was always placed second.
But back then, it didn't matter much to me
because I knew what I now cannot see
I knew that my best should be enough,
even though accepting that can be tough.
Now I come second to a girl of great beauty,
she's something that I could never be.
She is oblivious to my existence,
which makes it easier for resistance
to pursue a love that isn't rightfully mine.
Why did I feel as if I was on cloud nine,
while being the girl called a home wrecker,
he made me feel as if she did not matter.
Now the verdict has been discussed and it's in
she is victorious and me, I did not win.
I feel surprised, but at home as well
love was never a story that I could tell
I hope to one day be deserving of first place
in someones heart, for them to feel my face,
and acknowledge the fact that they love me
only me, and thoughts of another could not be.
Jun 15, 2012
Jun 15, 2012 at 12:14 AM UTC
Oh darling, help me find my temper
'Coz I can't bear it any longer
My patience is running thinner
I'm becoming a wall wrecker
Hope this swollen hands will heal sooner
Don't tolerate me with this anger
So, please help me find my temper
Don't make me suffer forever.
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC
Home wrecker
Home wrecker
Is that what I am
Or are rumors just rumors
Slutty flirt
Slutty flirt
Is that what I am
Or am I just self absorbed
Your enemy
Your enemy
Is that what I am
Or did I have nothing to do with it
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 5:54 AM UTC
mechanical wonders are they!
the greatness of ever-changing plains
withered weathering willows which wallow in the wake of winds,
shriveling, sniffling, cynical twins.
solaris, the fantastical bringer of light!
oh how we lift our faces in your fruit-bearing gaze.
our thanks for extinguishing the inky blight, you have given us sight.
we miserable, entangled creatures in locks and chains,
at the mercy of the return of your fiery blaze.
we rely on Pandora’s final curiosity
and during times of ultimate crisis, we wish for you
and pray for catharsis.
but your sister…
luna, you wretched being, wrecker of sanity!
oh how you unravel the psyche, fibrous ends,
intertwining tapestries meticulously woven yet disassembled so quickly.
we are aghast at the horrors with which you plague us.
each stare through the mirror, reversed pools of vanity
freckles of light fall from their places
on weary onlookers’ shadowy faces
as they melt in the hysterics of your obscure domain.
finally a farewell, an intonation of speech:
“good-bye.”
discombobulated words, addressed to each;
for one sister revitalizes that which the other hath slain.
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 11:09 PM UTC
How may times I have counted this,
Hoping for change, but still tagged as "missed".
Opportunity seeker, the mind wrecker,
anti-human command, confidence hacker.
He reigned as a king to all his troops,
his direction made everyone move.
101 hidden crimes and still counting,
but no one was courageous to stand the beating.
He Captures all your good mastered deeds,
****** the credits, and stole your seeds.
present your hard work as if it was his',
makes you look fumbled at your own risk.
People was silenced, mouth was stitched,
by his over-dirty backstabbing pitch.
together with his bishop, equally powered,
Added fright to the minds. Everyone's bothered!
Oh how long can we be so passive?
Not a whisper can be submissive.
The master controls and knows how to punish,
Knowing the innocent people that he vanished!
Sep 19, 2010
Sep 19, 2010 at 7:09 AM UTC
To get her
Together
Eyes
Mesmerize
Realize
Lies
******** **** to get her
******** **** together
Tethered
Fettered
Tar and feathers
Wrecker
To get her
Together
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 3:45 AM UTC
I stand apart from the rest. I stand at the last one defense
I stand in the way of what every player wants most. I am a dream wrecker, a monumental killer, a goal robber. In my world every puck is a threat, every puck carrier an incomplete. I defend my net on the principle that it is my home and that nothing comes in uninvited. Every save I make fuels the next. And every crease I protect is my own. I'm satisfied only after I stop everything.
I'm a goalie
Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 3:17 PM UTC
I saw how you used to stare at him,
How you used to smile at him,
Saw how you allured him to your bed,
How you saw him secede his own,
Throw them out the street for you to sit on the throne,
Saw how you squeezed every coin from his pocket and accounts,
How you threw him out when he could yield no more,
I saw you!
I’ve seen how you’ve been looking at him,
Walking before him ******** dressed, shaking what you think you have,
Giving him your best slutty smiles,
I’ve seen you!
I won’t stand here and watch!
No! Not anymore!
This one is mine,
My one and only,
My beloved and the father of my children,
I will protect him with my very life,
I will not stand and watch you annihilate us,
The way you did others,
I will stop you and tear you down,
Oh you home wrecker!
©Anita W.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 8:45 AM UTC
I am in love with my bestfriend
Well I don't know if he considers me his bestfriend
He's one of the few who I can laugh with
And at the same time, cry with
Isn't that what a bestfriend is?
I've known him for 2 years or so
We are both the corniest people
He said, "You're the only one
Who really understands my weirdness"
And I said the same
He's a ladies man
And I've been there for him
Each time a girl breaks his heart
Each time he's left crying
Every single time, I was there
Now, he has a new girl
And we've drifted so much
We don't talk as much as before
It hurts because
I'm close to the girl
And I knew him longer
And we used to talk about
How much of a flirt she can be
And now, he loves her so much
And would do anything for her
I think I'm fine with that
Because she makes him happy
But I pray she doesn't hurt him again
Because I can't stand to see him sad
I don't want to be a home wrecker
Because I know how that feels
But another part of my body says
"Why aren't I the one with him?"
"Haven't we grown so close?"
"Why am I invisible to him?"
I wish you'd see me
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 8:01 AM UTC
Someone once asked me,
"Was it a proper affair?"
Yes, of course it was.
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 9:37 AM UTC
Ethanol, for those of you who don't know what it is, it is liquid corn. This stuff is the wrecker of any motor out there, especially ones with carburetors. If that car is to sit for more than 6 months, the carb is ruined. Ethanol has a chemical reaction with aluminum and breaks it down. And if you think about it, ethanol is about 8% of gasoline now. How much gas do you think it takes to farm all the corn, then turn it into ethanol? In the end, it is about twice as much as what ethanol saves.
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 11:06 PM UTC
*He was always my almost.
Always almost there,
always almost mine.
I loved him, always-
and he loved me, almost.*
**I was almost her always.
Almost always there,
almost always hers.
I loved her, almost-
and she loved me, always.**
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 6:55 PM UTC
Tell me what I want to hear
All because of some inner fear
Spineless, full of cowardice
Trust you once, never twice
You go behind my back
And claim to be what you're not
A philosophical, open minded saint
In reality you're a fearful, psychotic ain't
Scared to admit your wrong doings
Putting the blame on others
Be a home wrecker to another
We've had enough of what you spill
Take it how you will
But in the eyes of lions
You're an easy ****
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 5:18 AM UTC
oblivion is a place that i've always wanted to know,
since it sounded like peace to someone like me who's never
quite convinced it to stay long enough to have anything more
than a slight impression on my pillow and
perfume stained sheets.
even so, i'm still sorry for existing
as an unfortunate vortex of bad ideas, apologies,
and impulsive behavior--
i liken myself to fragmented floorboards or
drifting rooftops, a tornado of good intent,
but you can't build something steady when your vision is red
and your state of mind is blurry--
god, i'm trying not to let myself be
the cause of civilian casualty.
painted pieces of "could've beens" and "what if's" separated only by the winds caused by a torrent of ****** punching fists--
there are holes in the wall that are shaped just as much by
my ex lovers as they are by my own hands.
i'm sorry i'm not more stable since i never quite
mastered the art of construction,
i'm sorry i am less four walls and more
collapsed doorway,
i'm sorry i was a synonym for broken
and she was more of a safe place than i could ever be.
that's all i ever wanted to be for you, you know,
a safe place
even when my eyes spell out danger
and i try not to embody the word "home-wrecker"
as much, even when
cracks form around my skull
every time i realize that you never were the type
to buy a house in tornado country--
i never considered myself deserving of the word "home"
but for once, i wish i was.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 8:20 PM UTC
Unseen,
destructive reaction
a branch quakes,
pines sway,
whiplash,
forces glide
millions of fingers,
through my hair
the original pompadour,
no adhesive necessary-
the original home wrecker,
no mistress necessary-
all natural,
one-hundred percent reusable
eye pulling,
lip smacking,
directionless,
brute force
Strong enough
to lift a house…
Delicate enough
to abet a butterfly…
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 2:23 PM UTC
A home wrecker is a woman
Who comes between two lovers
A dreadful sort that is feared
Despised
but what do you call a woman
Who gets in her own way
Who wrecks her own home
Simply Chaos
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 1:22 PM UTC