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Spiteful Gesture (USA Version) by BluShneki522, literature
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Spiteful Gesture (USA Version)
Only a few weeks had passed since kind little Edward had taken his passenger train. It had been Edward’s first day out in a long time, and almost all of the engines had given Edward their full support. However, two didn't… Gordon and 98462 were quite most annoyed with Edward. 98462 was one of three engines brought by The Fat Director to the railway on trial. He had no name, just numbers only - 98462. He and Gordon had a great deal in common; both are rude and cocky. Unlike Gordon, the evil engine never seemed to know when enough was enough. “You finally managed to make it out of the station!,” chuckled the mean engine as Edward backed down into the sheds one night. Well, Edward had just returned from his passenger run, and was feeling quite proud. “You are so very useless, Edward. I’m wish that we’ll be hearing plenty of complaints from the passengers tomorrow. You will be running late all day.” The others glared at the big blue meanie, but Edward just smiled a nice smile. “We
Spiteful by serpergirl, literature
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Spiteful
the light seems too bright
in this run-of-the-mill
classroom
(then again, the whole world is too bright for me these days)
I squint my exhausted eyes
wearing my ratty red hoodie
like armor
(no better way to avoid the male gaze than to wear a scowl and a hoodie that makes me look 20 pounds too heavy with a limp ponytail and my eyes that are narrowed to slits)
we sense the command to settle down
and the classroom quiets around me
"Today."
why today, we're talking about
suicide
a couple of girls that barely know me
are here for some organization
started for some self-dead cousin
"Let's talk about the signs of
Depression
Suicidal though
Spiteful April by WotanTyger, literature
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Spiteful April
It's a month that starts with acting the fool,
then comes after us for taxes-
reminding us of the inescapable truths
as early spring slowly waxes.
And for all the promises of showers bringing flowers-
ephemeral crocuses and cancerous daffodils;
Old Man Winter as the ultimate bitter-clinger-
most of the days, he's with us still.
There's talk of hope,
and of glorious new beginnings,
but that hope is only
for the predator,
'cause with his prey winter-weakened,
and the grass not yet come-
he just couldn't ask
for an easier score!
And the fooling doesn't stop on the first,
'cause we're still getting teased;
with a warm, sunny day or two,
and
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Lightning Love
I worry that love is lightning,
A flash; full of promise and bright
Enough to shatter glass,
But quick to extinguish.
How terrible shocking love
Would be; such promise held
In one fine tip, to be shot
In one go but, oh, what a wonderful
Go it could be. A snapped crackle
And we fall down.
Maybe, perhaps, love is thunder;
Empty, but loud enough to fill air.
A billowing roll that covers the sky
And blots out the sun, only we;
Those above the clouds, would feel
The sun’s coverings. But it’s a deceptive
Cover of fog, where those outside
Cannot see us, but we see through
Our concentrated lie, an illusion of
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I never truly observe
the darkness in which I drown
Until too late into my verse
Then I wear shadow like a gown
Let the fabric surround
Vagrant memories of a compound
Here I lay, product of ravage
Let my ways sour and turn savage
A beast within breaths as I suffocate
Rising, gulping in my air zealously
My defeated corpse lay prostrate
The beast speaks no name of jealousy
Thy true name be wrath and wickedness
At my many moments I allowed sickness
So here I lay, cold and readily betrayed
My silent visage an angelic portrait
Beneath lays a face grotesque: flayed
My silent screams explicit-- illicit
You will know my name otherwise
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Fucking Bitch by Drekeagan, literature
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Fucking Bitch
Fucking Bitch
Oh NO! Not HER again! What the heck's she up to this time!?
In case you haven't already guessed, I'm talking about HER, that rude, nasty, foul-mouthed little girl who thinks she's such hot shit! I don't know her name, or much else about her really, but anybody with half a brain can attest to what an unpleasant brat she is.
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Poem for My Deceased Father by Pixel-Penguin-dA, literature
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Poem for My Deceased Father
One day before me and only
a few weeks old.
You were quick to replace
him.
Nine Months to make;
Twenty Five years total
How well did I know you?
Only five and a half hours
total.
Teen years apart, unknown until now
Never skipped a moment
for your half-daughter.
Three years older than me
and pregnant at seventeen, but she's
your little Jellybean.
First placed at five,
emancipated at nineteen
why just me?
First placed at thirteen
emancipated at eighteen
you too?
Are you my father or my foster brother?
Does it matter if I didn't matter to you?
Dead in your fifties
two types of cancer
you left two grieving daughters
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Huxley's Prayer
Oh God look at that idiot
There’s no changing them
Oh well
Oh God look at that tragedy
There’s no stopping them now
Oh well
Oh God look at this mess we’ve made
There’s no cleaning it up at this point
Oh well
Oh God look at this system
There’s no changing facts or fiction
Oh well
Hang out the clothes to dry
Every day we wear the big-pants high
The jacket over our chipped-shoulders
The monocle over our blind-eye inspecting vacuous assumptions of nihilism
But the other eye can see
It’s just lazy & trails off to drink the body and blood of Christ
Gnawing their tongues pain
Every reawakening just a sobe
