Thunderstorm Dispute

Thunderstorm Dispute

A Poem by Sanctuary Dementia

Exterminate the plague; no need to get hostile

From the moment I awake it rains down grenades

Violent offenders attacking on a screen to destroy my name

Infested with ticks, all I see is a creature playing charades

Labeling calling and stereotypes abound- was it supposed to hurt?

“Dike” you say! Laughter consumes at your inability to spell

Masculine lesbian female you demand, well the term you seek is “dyke”

Lockdown complete topsoil is what you see, derogatory I expel

Your words proclaim by definition that I’m the Greeks spirit of justice

Liberating devils in my brain with these paragraphs crafted by a pen

Offended by my appearance, a high school offense on repeat

Dropping napalm on the stereotype gothic- I’ll do what I want again and again

Forgotten sinner dividing my features, running scared blind in the dark

Bothered by my personality? Let’s show your vicious combination

Lesbian with masculine features? Well I’ve got bigger balls than you

Calling you out to show upon the words you stand crying in a coffin

Proud for me and of what I stand, liberating freedom in hair easy to care

Your words don’t lessen me; I dress as I please, so don’t bother me

Looks like I just screwed your soul annihilation; justice commands the army

 

Itsy bitsy bat climbed the tower to profess arrogance but found to be another body

A noble savage on the war patrol; violent offenders at a feature

Don’t know me, so Ill set you free, because I couldn’t care about you anyway

Next time anger demands you to attack talk like an adult, not posturing child

Could’ve drowned a bat in murky waters just to watch it decay

But I split the thoughts down onto the page so you could see reality

Clothes my own, hair frames my face better short, do you got a problem with it?

But I’ve spoken now so least you know who you’re f*****g with

Sit down and take a note from my page- you’re just a jealous misfit

You’re sick and weak while I’m free and built for an army’s siege

My demons drip onto the page, blind multi eyed children watch your disgrace

I’ve got a bigger package than you any day, I’m climbing mountains you can only see

Moral imperative, justice speaks in karma identity- your words leave no trace

But you will breed a viler progeny! Verily wars and cruel bloodshed

shall be unto men and grievous woe shall be laid upon them.”

I’m just a woman living her life; don’t barricade me with all your hateful lies

Breathing out your hateful identity, coughing up misplaced word phlegm

Turned your attack into my muse, I’m not the girl you knew in the past

© 2011 Sanctuary Dementia


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Exterminate the plague; no need to get hostile
From the moment I awake it rains down grenades
Violent offenders attacking on a screen to destroy my name
Infested with ticks, all I see is a creature playing charades

~~~~~Exactly. They lose at their own game.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Exterminate the plague; no need to get hostile
From the moment I awake it rains down grenades
Violent offenders attacking on a screen to destroy my name
Infested with ticks, all I see is a creature playing charades

~~~~~Exactly. They lose at their own game.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Sanctuary Dementia
Sanctuary Dementia

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Misery is one of my nicknames, it at one point all that I was for both myself, as well as for those around me. I was vile, I was cruel, and I do stil retain the ability to be as such, but Ive learned .. more..

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