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David Hilburn Dec 2023
Tender strength, sender's excuse
A sneeze to reach to tomorrow
Avid, we determine a silence was...
A house of compromise, sincerity, and willfulness, to borrow...

Burden yourself with a memory, some other dainty...
A question thought liberty, driven by the wind
Has visited me, in the couth of decency's charity
Simple lessons of anger, and the angel of succumbing kin...

Redoubt is my only defense...
Pied, or provided a callous soul, the taint?
I seek is a lip with no meaning, meant in the essence
We direct to such, a season of wishes, we compare to ain't...

Anarchy in love, the thought to reason
Anarchy in though, the times found me a shown few
Anarchy in decision's, a guarantee of blinder moments
Anarchy in ascertainment, a host of wisdom to look at you

A yawn with no future...?
As shrewd as furious days make a prayer, a seclusion
Catching mine, in measure and deliberate other, is a cure
Forces in voices, and the rationality of mercy; loves only intrusion?

Psyche
Can I have my weight in gold, a tarter heaven?
So wished for, so washed of another fight...
With heaven, to remember succor in forms of resolve to come by, loving...
When the I.R.S. comes a knocking, is it time to put the day's tact in the past? Wake up, facts, you just fell in love...
Bugs Spencer Nov 2023
Wake up and I swallow
Instagram reels and dry pills
to help feel less hollow

Bite into tender flesh
sip on my blood coffee
their pain is still so fresh

New phone every new year
six marketable colors
screams fall on a deaf ear

My hair begins, thins out
checking all the labels
ingredients I do doubt

All we do is consume
no matter what the cost
dead families, no tomb

Wake up and listen in
They don't care about us
Money hungry eat skin
David Hilburn Aug 2023
Hello, anarchy
Which to fame, has us at a loss...
Speed and deliberate need
Come compare the such, much more than what was

Life in the shadow
Of couth, the tale to tell
In the reach of so, the only more
To well put sorts, give a hell...

The flight of fate, in a fanciful eye
Succor and the distinct, preparing a same
To rid a single now, of roles of reversal in line
With the cares of seclusion, a worldly name...

Made ours, for doubt or pout of adding avarice
Such as known, no man without his hap...
Making souls a redoubted glance, a have of what sides
Of reason meant, a dross made sensation, keeping only apt

Done with the total of seem and decision taxed
Here to aim, the solace of strength, at could
Whimsy in whether's esteem, the doles of wisdom's act
Is a child of avidity, come by you, with an eye for should...
Waiting on a sun's shadow, is like waiting on the ends of the earth...
Filomena Aug 2022
Prepare yourself. Protect yourself.
Show up when people need your help.

'Cause those who hate us will not stop
Till every one of us has dropped.

There is no means we can't employ
Against aggressors who destroy.

Wake up! Get up! Get out of bed!
And fight to live, or end up dead!
Filomena Apr 2022
I won't bite the hand that feeds me,
But I'll fight the man that bleeds me
Though the fear of him may sieze me
I won't let the terror freeze me

If we have a rightful reason
To commit an act of treason
Then I see no better season
To do more than put our pleas in

And so what if someone sees it?
Don't be quiet to appease it
To the system you don't matter
So be heard over the chatter

Can't you hear the summon pealing?
From the body comes the healing
Till the time of our releasing
Our resistance be increasing!
Kushal Aug 2021
Silence is the only ingredient necessary
For my mind to unravel into anarchy.
Douglas Balmain Jun 2021
The greatest mastery of self
is to do nothing.
We are doers
programmed to do,
to solve, to be busy
creating problems
just to solve them
rewarding ourselves
with ever more destructive prizes.
We congratulate ourselves
for our compulsive expenditure
like an addict congratulating
themselves for turning back
to the needle.

We are all addicts.

The true anarchist
does nothing.
Originally published at https://www.douglasbalmain.com/anarchy.html
Nolan Willett Jan 2021
Raw and uninhibited
Passion is unlimited
Lethargy’s been,
redistributed
If you’re a rebel without a cause
Than I’m a dreamer with some to spare
Our entropic revelry we’ll share
To make the world fair
Burn it down
Without a care
Put them on the ground
Smug when caught,
No longer when shot
A ringing, melodious sound;
Wall Street,
on its back feet,
Tumbling down
Avarice assailed,
No other options when
Democracy’s failed
And either side, is on their own side
And neither dissent abide,
They can’t break free
Of their lust for currency
So when mere anarchy is loosed upon the world
We’ll just love to watch it all unfurl
annh Dec 2020
𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝-𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎,
𝙲𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚔,
𝙿𝚞𝚗𝚔-𝚊-𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚠𝚗.

𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛,
𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗, 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚜:
|𝕬𝖓𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖍𝖞 (𝕻)𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖛𝖊𝖘 𝕵𝖚𝖉𝖌𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙|

𝙰 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐-𝚊-𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚎,
𝙰 𝚍𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚑, 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚢.
𝙾𝚒!



𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢’𝚜 𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝’𝚜 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚜. 𝚂𝚠𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚙𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚖, 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚕𝚎, 𝚠𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏𝚠𝚊𝚢.
‘Daith’, ‘conch’ and ‘nosegay’ describe a variety of body piercings. Historically, a nosegay (in the small-bouquet-of-flowers sense of the word) was either hand-held or attached to clothing to fend off disease and plague.

‘I had choosen the path of the black sheep
rather than that of the unicorns and puppies.’
- Magenta Periwinkle, Cutting Class
AnonPixie Dec 2020
A lonely world, a mind so cold
Tyrranic Totalitaridiots
Clothes aren’t the only things that can be laundered
Stuffed animals, money, your head
Be you, not them
Don’t let yourself be squandered
They want you uncomfortable, anxious, vague, vulnerable, achromatic
They want you conformant
Open your eyes wider, so much to learn
You’ll realise you will never know a thing
But don’t let them take away your thoughts and outring
Your imagination and dreams
Stand up for your own belief
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