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olivia jade Sep 2017
food tastes better when nothing had to die for it,
cry for it, lose its precious life for it.

your burger tastes like ******
your bacon like lives that were taken, shaken, foresaken.

you dig your polished fork into pork as you talk
about how the oceans are shrinking, sinking, wishful thinking.

you serve fish on a gleaming dish as you wish
that numbers of whales, eels, sharks and seals were not dwindling.

you spend time crying for the polar bears dying
as your bacon is frying, and it isn’t the only thing.

you gorge on tender beef although you aren’t the thief
that stole it’s very life from it.

you chit chat about mass extinction and animals dire fate
whilst the crux of the problem sits on your plate.
Seema Sep 2017
I am an animal,
With a crown on my head
I make people happy, when they're sad
My whiskers is like an old king
Yet I've got a sweet voice to sing
I wear a coat made out of money
And a shiny armor, that glows when sunny
Whenever it rains
I dance among the plains
I have two legs
But I am no beggar who begs
Guess who am I?
Give it a try
I am hard to be missed by your sight
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Randy Johnson Aug 2017
4th
Today my Chihuahua and I celebrate our 4th anniversary.
But something happened two weeks ago that was scary.
I had to rush my dog to the vet because she was sick.
She almost died because she was paralyzed by a tick.
She couldn't move or eat and I was scared she would die.
I was afraid that I would end up having to say goodbye.
She got better after people prayed and there is one thing that I understand.
I'm celebrating my 4th anniversary with a wonderful dog and I'm a lucky man.
Dedicated to Agnes who I adopted on August 27, 2013.
Saint Audrey Aug 2017
Protecting the carcinogen
God bless this anomaly
Who they choose to protect
Intravenously a sight to see

Saving this misstep
Blight of justice, repetition
Six million people left to vet
Each one with tunnel vision

That's the view
Who
Is right
Wrong
Death and disorder
Tagging
The walls
Of the holy manor

Then **** them all
Inside and out
Violent, volition
No one truly knows self doubt
Ventricle technicians

Each coat of paint
Is closing the space between the walls
Halls closing in
How much longer before you fall?

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Oh god, I'm still alive
Please, someone **** me
I shouldn't have to go through this
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It's funny, ain't it
Fancy feast for the whole congregation
My words aren't an open book
A buffet for crooks run amok
On ground up horse hooves

Frowning down I pout
I'd **** my ******* self to put their fire out
A brisk shower of intuition
Intention of slowing mass emissions
Eating ***** in
Filtration organs

Go vegan
HATE. hate.
Poetic T Jul 2017
robins play
bathe soothes tired wings

bluebells blossom.

wings flutter silently
rainbows linger in flight

flowers blossom elegantly.


gentle spikes protrude
slumbering

winter tide falls.


giants slumber
awaiting seasons new life

honey dreams await.
Xyns Jul 2017
I'm the ***** with the addictive personality
And erratic mentality
Constantly escaping reality
Causing my ****** up morality
I feel like an animal; you've committed *******.
Luke Jul 2017
Amidst a tenebrous hurricane of chaos,
I have hunted through the dark to find what I have lost,
And at last my path is laid out in front,
So I shall stay alert, always savoring the hunt,

I am ending my transformation as sovereign of the dark,
Arming myself with the confidence to finally make my mark,
I will help guide foreign spirits through the lurid mist,
Protecting them from horrors that most beings have thankfully missed,

I’m almost there, I don’t look back, I’ve come so very far,
Now my spirit is almost fully submerged into the Jaguar,
I move so stealthily through corners nobody can see,
I understand the chaos; no one’s ventured there but me,

I have made a choice to be the guardian of the night,
Some of you can sense me I’m the one who kills the fright,
My spots reflect the darkness, circles of a deep pitch black,
They help remind me of the things to which I’ll never go back
Poetic T Jul 2017
Licking the soles
of there
             abandoned shoes

He tasted the outside the world.

Dreams were footsteps never taken..
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