Her words will light a fire
underneath deniers, eye-to-
eye, take on the liars, I, too
have too long uttered silence
while our children quietly
despised us, we, even me
who knew, choked it down
the unclean smoke unspoken
yes, how dare we leave this life
behind for generations to bare
our crimes, and yet they rise
above to breathe fresh air
the clean O2 of burning desire
searing, shouting utter truth
to wake the world, to sing
and single out, to recognize
a lie when it is a lie, FIERCE
like fire, beautifully reactionary
aflame, to inflame, now is here
your time, rebel, my rebel child
fight for your very life, your future
children, species, for all mankind.
Oct 6, 2019
Oct 6, 2019 at 4:33 AM UTC
The People cry out
Who will save us?
We are buried alive with deception
Dwelling like beasts in spoils of luxury
Creeping around like blighted scarabs
growing ever stronger with rancid mouthfuls of cheat.
King of neither world
Hurler of hopes
Admonisher of dreams
Do not silence our awakening
You must save us!
I am Ha-ha
am I to be loved by you?
It is I alone who can strike
a single chord
[though strumming with puny hands I too have limits]
Like so many drops of sweat
trickling down your spine, I caress.
In my kingdom fear reigns
each of you
a harnesser of the means
know that I have not come to fulfill but to destroy
****** killing, stealing
Mankind will be churned underground to be reborn with burning flesh
consummate death
thy liberty is dead!
So decrees Ha-ha
The People whimper
do we even deserve you?
Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 1:44 PM UTC
i am more lonely than you think i am
and i am not happy
and this poem
has no poetic flow
or rhythm
its just the heavy weight
of empty words
punctuationless sentences
formed
to be barely coherent
i am lonely
and i am sad
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 3:15 PM UTC
you aren't him
no one will ever be.
if i'm being honest,
he isn't even him anymore.
because
the first boy I ever loved
I loved when we were 8
playing on the playground
the first heartbreak I had
I had when I was 10
two years went too fast
he grew into someone I no longer recognized
all harsh words
and scrutiny
I'm not me anymore
No longer can I look in the mirror
and say I see the 9 year old in love
with a boy who would still make
her hurt today.
you aren't him
which I am thankful for
I don't think my heart,
even 10 years later,
could handle another him
the way you make me feel
reminds of him
all sarcasm
and witt
but now the bite marks
that I'm trying to convince
myself are Love Bites
are still sore.
and yes,
I know I'm looking for validation
in the wrong places.
but so far it's all I can get
your hands rough on my skin
your words rough on my ears
I'm beginning to think
the two of you
are more alike
thank I thought.
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 10:35 AM UTC
I can hear you crying through the walls,
the muffled, choking of your feelings.
you're falling apart before my very soul,
and all I can do is knock on your door.
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 10:34 AM UTC
Dear God,
forgive me for i have sinned
I have lied, manipulated and disguised.
Loved, liked and hated,
I have bled my sins onto paper
-poured the words out of my soul-
yet somehow,
these thoughts
these problems
these worries
still go unsolved.
I told them I didn't care
'beat me to death if you like!'
'kill me a thousand times over'
I have lost my will to fight
Yet my body is filled with anguish
and pain
and morbid passion
Stuck in this mortal body that I hate
who am i to complain?
I have refused to believe that pain is relative
ten arrows that do not **** a wolf-mother
only one needed to **** her cub, a daughter
When I am that she wolf
why am i
so ungrateful
that I wish to die
and perish from that
one arrow?
Dear God,
forgive me for i have sinned
End Note: If not, just take me away from here. I'm pretty sure I'm going to hell anyways.
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 5:43 PM UTC
What if I'm sick of it?
What if I'm sick of the role you have so eloquently written for me?
What can I do if you are obsessed with colouring in the lines while I yearn to draw outside of them?
What if I go off script and say something foolish, dumb -stupid even.
What if I want to let go of it?
Let go of the loneliness that accompanies the burden of being perfect.
What if you realise that the higher you set your expectations for me, the further you will fall.
I am not ready to carry that responsibility.
I am not ready to be perfect.
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 5:30 PM UTC