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Randy Johnson Sep 2019
A man's birthday only comes around once a year.
You wanted revenge because I drank your last beer.
You decided to get even by ruining my birthday.
You got even by giving me the new Doctor Who on Blu-ray.

You know that I hate the new Doctor Who, I think it's a piece of crap.
Now you've started crying like a two year old because I gave you a slap.
I loathe the new Doctor Who TV Show and I let everybody know about it.
You bought me a piece of crap for my birthday and it's making me throw a fit.

Even though I apologized for drinking your last beer, you decided to make me pay.
You had an evil grin on your face as you handed me the new Doctor Who on Blu-ray.
Everybody had to cover their ears because I said a lot of cuss words.
I burned your present because I would've rather been given a ****.
THE ONLY TRUE THING ABOUT THIS POEM IS THE FACT THAT I HATE THE NEW DOCTOR WHO TV SHOW.
Poetic T Sep 2019
Least we fall, let it be on
to a ****** we dislike
     to cusion our descent. .

And may we smile,
    while they wince

in regrettable pain.


Whoops did my foot accidently

        tread upon your  

private property..

Well least you remember
that ones fall
       is another's pain.


And another's *******...
Mel Sep 2019
Staring at a dark blue sky.

I stand there wondering why.

Why did you leave me all alone?

Leaving me to turn to stone.


Why did you suddenly leave?

God.. why do I have to be so naive?

Of course. You were never there.

Only there to stop and stare.


I was dumb to fall for your flair.

It wasn't fair. It ISN'T fair.

To used be for your entertainment.

Like I was just a temporary replacement.


Not anymore. Nothing will be the same.

I won't let you use me for your game.

It's my turn to be the bad guy.

And if I make you cry,

you'll know the reason why.
Has anyone made you feel this way?

If so, don't worry. You're not alone.
Starry Sep 2019
Hell hath no furry
Like a woman scorned
For this
One
Found out her
Lover cheating
On her with teenagers
Revenge or police
Anastasia Aug 2019
oops
i dropped the candle
the flame didn't go out
i guess i'll watch
your pretty art burn down
i guess i could call it revenge
let's have a moment of silence because we know we're gonna end
darling it's inevitable
oops
there goes the cherry wood table
burn it down
you said to me
trust me i'll keep it burning
for eternity
oops
your world is in flames
not my fault
that you've never felt ashamed
of anything but me
go climb a tree
and trust me when i tell you
i'll burn that down too
Anastasia Aug 2019
the world is getting too bright
i cant tell that something isn't right
something else is dripping
from the tears in my skin
you told me not to
let the darkness in in
but you left
so what's the point
let's set fire
to this joint
the matches are there
no need to stare
reach into my pocket
nothing you can to stop it
not anymore
i'll start this chaos
i've got people to brainwash
this is what happens when you abandon me
i told you but i guess you wanted to see
burn down the room
decorate your tomb
gave you my heart
but you decided to spend it
gave you life
now it's my turn to end it
eleanor prince Aug 2019
those eyes are scarred
from damaged winds
on pavement singed

rent scenes recite
a diatribe
how do you live

holes dirtied leak
torn shadows sigh
they shelter filth

you cull the heat
until dice turns
to excise rage

with scalpel sharp
reprieve in sight
a poor man's

prize
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©
At times we see old eyes pass us by, biding their time.  It may be on the street, in a bus or train.
Sometimes we see it in the mirror.  We know we would never do the deed. We seek to rise above injustice, to transform. But the primitive mind wants its moment, if only in mind ©
Randy Johnson Aug 2019
A man murdered his stepdaughter and framed me for the crime.
I was arrested and found guilty by a jury and I had to do hard time.
He blew his stepdaughter's head off because she refused to sleep with him.
He tried everything he could to get what he wanted but she wouldn't give in.
She was a good girl and she would not betray her own mother.
He murdered her in cold blood, that's how little he thought of her.
I was the gardener and I had a crush on the man's stepdaughter.
But he set me up, he made it look like I was the one who shot her.
He hid the ****** weapon in my apartment.
When the cops found it, jail was where I went.
While doing hard time, the thought of getting even kept me from coming unhinged.
The only thing that kept me going was knowing that I would eventually get revenge.
Getting revenge wasn't just something that I wanted, it was also something that I needed.
But that scumbag died just one month before my release, so when it came to getting revenge, I was cheated.
I wanted to torture that pervert and when he truly suffered, he would die by my hand.
I wanted him to beg for mercy he wouldn't receive and I truly wanted to **** that man.
I'm thinking about committing suicide because I was unable to make him pay.
How can I go on when my chance of getting revenge has been taking away?
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