Mark Ball
Mark Ball
Jan 16

Die for your applause;
Collect your cause.
Just keep your flaws,
Away from my claws.

to a martyr,
Patrick Schiefen
Patrick Schiefen
7 days ago      6 days ago

A libertine
to a martyr,
impose your injustice
and cast a lingering shadow
on my freedom
to be.

an audience,
inaudible with
eyes wide shut.
Puppets tuned in
to the same frequency,

Death lifts
a mistaken hero
above the crowd,
only after the rocks were thrown;
they now mark
the grave.

But I
am unworthy
of such titles,
too selfish and too proud
to endure the exposure
to judgment and
I am the one
who silences himself.

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Martyr to avoidance
Nathalie Anna
Jun 10, 2014

Like a captive, I capture rapture wrapping around stakes that matter
Joan of Arc battered
Also tattered but, easily dismissive
Refracted from fractured prominent phrases people play with
Distinctly persuasive and evasive, dressed boyishly attractive, lax stature, dawning armor crafted by absence as if asked about it-
I’m drifted
Protection is principle prerequisite, when fire is lit
I sort of implore your aorta before it’s incinerated to ashes
Dethatched as a habit, with swords or hatchets crafted to singe heartstrings that attached it
While I slash slick Rick as a quick fix,
To fend for pretend pretenses or presumed tricks,
I can’t quit
Cause I hit lips against hash spliffs fashioned with dashes of passion all while rationing fireball cinnamon sips
Martyr to avoidance
I gaze at fabled dazed gossipers galvanizing grips on gritty grapevines while licking warning labels through smoke haze on blurred lines
Capably unstable
Other eyes attending scandal circles able to shout lies and rekindle handed arguments on tables with locked smiles stay boxed in
Avidly amiable
Searching for counterparts when combusted or branded
Toying with matches loses meaning when rules reseed
Those vagabonds claim love is some all end hard bent to mend what the same above can’t comprehend.
Breaking boredom, I pillage pillows with night terrors
And ardent arsonists yearn for flames that churn, turn, liquefy and learn learned thoughts and smoldered feelings
Completely complacent
Melting in one another they are completing each other like two candles tryst true at a wedding day
However later the blaze is severed, smoke sears, and charred black wick stands alone for them.
Aggressive and progressive.
As for me never pleading, fire forever fleets to streets between iron bars I built that cage in deep heat and seep dire dreams once desired
Suppose I’m a skeptic
Roasted or disconnected
Just jaded, just met you
Always over it too soon
Burnt but I’m amused.
I’m useful.

#love   #poem   #sad   #life   #death   #martyr   #joanofarc   #antilovepoem  
I hate being a martyr
Naomi Alem

I hate being a martyr
I hate being a martyr
I hate being left undone and screwed over
I'd rather be the unheard pang
of the rain as it hits the pavement in May
The sound of a kittens tattering feet
as she walks, slowly sounding her to sleep
I'd rather be the unpleasant scent
that ascends from the job I reside myself in
I'd rather be the frozen river
stuffed with the water the fall didn't care for
He said it was filled with hopeless dreams
and not enough beauty compared to the sea.
I'd rather be, a common thing,
a meaningless, real, existing thing,
I'd rather be, left unseen,
than a martyr lying in unmade sheets.

#used   #martyr   #unloved   #sheets  
βέƦẙḽ Dṏṽ

is terrorist-doubletalk for
assclowns who've died for their misbeliefs.


Your son embraced martyrdom and a martyr never dies.
Javaria Waseem
Javaria Waseem
Jan 17      Jan 17

They came like a nightmare and took us away.
Oh Mother! Don't spill a tear, your son's in a better place.
They were scared of our pens so they fired us off.
Oh Mother! Don't cry for their guns have lost.

They pointed us out and asked our identities.
Oh Father! Stand tall, I answered them proudly.
I took a bullet in my head for wearing green.
Oh Father! Be strong, I did not feel a thing.

So bury me in this land and bury me with smiles
Every grain of this soil is a witness of my sacrifice.
So bury me in this land and bury me with smiles
Your son embraced martyrdom and a martyr never dies.

Those monsters just killed, did not let anyone go.
Oh Father! Their hearts were stone cold.
They painted the walls of my school with our blood.
Oh Father! Don't worry, they will be the one to suffer.

I was received by the angels at the gates of heaven.
Oh Mother! That place was full of little children.
And when I met the Lord, I was dressed in green.
Oh Mother! My Mother! I was so happy.

So bury me in this land and bury me with smiles
Every grain of this soil is a witness of my sacrifice.
So bury me in this land and bury me with smiles
Your son embraced martyrdom and a martyr never dies.

#martyr   #144   #peshawar   #aps  
It's easier to be a martyr than a righteous man.
βέƦẙḽ Dṏṽ

It's easier to be a martyr than a righteous man.

Aug 21, 2014

In the hotel room
You feel more at home

You sleep better without

Without anything
Without everything

Without real life

Depriving yourself
As martyrs often do

#home   #sleep   #hotel   #room   #martyr   #depriving  
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