Try not to get scared, scariest stories
I was just in my room, socking it. That’s when Larry and the creature, and they pickled my chilli dog, and that’s when Larry. I was driving in my Bergen truck, drunk, that’s when I saw a deer, I was later pulled over for DUI and killing a deer. Asgore. Once Diddy diddled my diddle he did. James?
The man who fell to earth
He embraced the conservative dogma, but he was also
like Tucker Carlson, a committed Christian, believing in
The gospel and God's son, Jesus.
He embraced the duality of Judaism and Christianity
Israel had given him money for his views and loved
by the likes of Netanyahu, and Trump was his friend
Then it went wrong, the suffering of Palestine bothered
His Christian soul that protested
He moved away from his certainties and spoke of his dread
All hell broke out, and it was pointed out to him that taking
The shilling had to follow a path they had pointed out for
him, he baulked at this and became more convinced
They were wrong
For his unwavering faith, he was shot dead, a martyr who
stood his ground, when he, like many others, did, could
have looked away.
Charlie Kirk was a hero who will be remembered for
a long time to come
I was once a kid,
Trying to be rid
Of the thoughts of awful feelings inside
And consuming last minute pride
I was living life by chance
I danced the dance of love enhanced
I was giving up true romance
I danced the fancy dance and pranced
I sung the lonely song of lament
With tears building up in my eyes
I lost a lung, singing loud and confident
I can see the truth behind your lies
Denied the fact that I’m still in love with the hatred
You put me through along with unnecessary dread
Instead, don’t even call me on my cellphone
Because I’ll be fighting this battle alone
You picked a bone with me
You screwed me up with ecstasy
You threw a brick at my tree
You’re barking up the wrong envy
I’m swallowing this sea of shimmering shame
Blame me for your wretched wrongs you’ve done
Is what you have done with my horrid heart flame
I came undone in your arms and we had our fun
I’m a jar without its lid
You tried so hard to bid
Me a farewell and oh well
If I told you to go to hell
TORMENTATION
Her
solitude
had
nothing
to do with
her femininity
nor her
hued skin;
rather,
it was due
to the
the demon
child
of darkened
mind:-
Her
self-imposed
chosen
isolation
glowed
with
equanimity
in
rejection
of all
peer
companionship,
irrespective
of
age
gender
transgender
ethnicity
or
political
leanings:
to choose
to
be
lonely
and
rejected
is
mean
and
to
desire
to be
is
satanically
horrendous:-
Tomorrow
i will
ask her
if
she
would
consider
being
my
friend:-
Gone is the quiet. Gone is the holding back.
The war is here. The war is back.
We are readied from the fear, of loosing all we hold dear.
We fear all for we care for all.
We destroyed the plights drowning our dwindling lights.
We will make it right.
Born in the dark.
Nurtured by stone.
Forged by the core.
No longer shall we be broken. For now we break.
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A dwarven song, newly crafted for an old friend. Saved from horrors and now they know that war is back, they will not flee like they once did. In the war then never really ended.
The very ground quakes with their words, their hum, the ground echoes in odd ways and begs for them to heed their words. Begging all to help.
-On to war-
It cries. Not in blood lust. Not in wanton destruction.
In a plea to make the echoing pain stop. If even just for a moment.
Just to break the cycle once.
That's all that's truly needed.
Those thugs, that try to teach tiny tots, to taut taunting tautogram tales, to tiny, terrified toddlers.
They think that telling tales to toddlers through tautogram tales, teaches them to trust tormenting teasing troublesome thugs. That's truly traumatizing to those tiny toddlers.
I was young at age but old enough to recognize cruelty
My eyes watered and my tummy ached
I was scared and embarrassed
With wet trousers my tiny thin legs- Shaked
I had raised my hand to go to the john
But my fourth-grade teacher, whom I'll never forget
She wouldn't let me go, why- I don't know?
But I know it was her fault, that I was soaking wet
The kids in my classroom stared at me shaking
Watching me crying, my eyes dripping water
Who will she not let go next?
The boy who sat next to me- or somebody's daughter
My mother, may she rest in peace
Rushed to the school to bring me some dry clothes
She spoke to the principle in a fiery rage
That's when all hell broke out, and a firing arose
That was the last time I saw that mean teacher
Never again would she teach in that school
I hope that she learned a good lesson in life
It's not very nice to be disturbingly cruel
Pomegranate
Careful, tentative and delicate tips shiver over the forgiving skin
Shell barring the bloody body of the fruit
Only condemned to,
consumption
Bruising without protest
Its sweetness not asked for - only expected
Though some things are more beautiful broken
Penelope Fairchild,
Penelope bares!
Penelope bears child,
Penelope cares!
Penelope Fairchild,
Penelope fares!
Penelope's fair child,
Penelope stares!
Penelope Fairchild,
Penelope glares!
Penelope's fair child,
Penelope scares!
Don't take it personally
The reverberating silence
When you every a room
All in your head
Kids don't just bully
As you pick rotten fruit
From my hair
Asking me
What did I do
for a moment
I close my eyes
and wish you well
like a balloon
I let in the sky
that will never come down again
a bitter brain such as mine
contains no remorse
so I am sorry I have nothing
to give to you
and a running nose
I cant stop from running tho
and for a moment
I am back to black
and black and white
monotone
and envious
a bitter lung
no air
so I am empty
with not much to breathe for
besides the winter that
haunts the house
across the street from
where I grew up
my livers life
is shorter than my own
deadly
but I love
the admiration you give me when I smoke
hello
hello
can you hear me from the trees
from the trees
you call me
but I will never suffice
for a perfect lover
and I blame my bitter brain
Things that happened when we were young
Was better left unsaid
It wasn't spiders we were scared of or the
Monsters under the bed.
The thing we was scared of came in to our bedrooms at night
We were scared Children we were not strong Enough to fight.
When we had the courage we ran away but the Police bought us back the same day
And when we told someone it was no surprise
That the one responsible said We were Telling lies
So beaten abused In a life filled with violence
Children like me were abused into silence.
There is no us in that—
in that you’re on your own.
Refusal to walk into your trap
where hate breeds like a disease unknown.
Your thoughts collapse, too slack, too thin,
to prove you ever weighed it all.
I cannot see where your mind has been,
prepared to twist and watch it fall.
You chose the crowd instead of thought,
traded your reason for their disguise.
You bury your hate in borrowed lies,
and march in step with a machine—
telling your heart this path is proud,
that every stride is patriotic ground.
But your path veers far from mine.
It runs against all I know.
Darkness shadows every track—
and I no longer want to know you.
Hello, calling Sergeant Stedenko,
Stedenko, we all just want to know!
Sarge, we just breezed the "Ghanja Boys" toke,
And then we seized the "Ghanja Boys" smoke!
Hell Sarge, we all found weed by the pound!
And, not one goddamn seed could be found!
It was sticky, stinky, funky, funk!
It was stinkin' funky from their trunk!
So, then we just gagged 'em and racked 'em,
After that, we tagged 'em and stacked 'em!
We need your okay just to proceed,
Meanwhile, we'll watch as those boys just bleed!
Or, we could opt or adopt your church,
And give those boys a cavity search!
If they pass anymore gas or grass,
Guess we'll just have to firebrand their ass!
What the Hell? So what do you say, Sarge?
Cuz...we know that "today" you're in charge!
But, we'd really get a big "charge" if...
We could just take a really big whiff!
Usually, most men know right from wrong
Not everyone lives by the rule of the jungle
Women aren't impressed with posture
Except those with seriously shallow souls
Ladies want to be treated like ladies
Consideration always!...cocky and uncaged charm...only when the beast is chained!
Only some pigs prefer kissing beneath the starry sty
Men like that aren't real men
Especially when they brag about what a stud they are
A nasty nest of negative morals motivates
Disparity awaits their victims
Violence always seems to be in the mix
Angry little boys who break their toys
Now, their littlest toy is their biggest joy
Courts need to enforce stiffer penalties
Even if they're the president
Sex isn't just for your pleasure pal...you should already know that...you pig!
Specific Types of Abuse Poems
Definition | What is Abuse in Poetry?
Poems Related to Abuse
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