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**** you out
Your broken beliefs
Your desire to extinguish the very thing that makes me me...

**** you out
Your empty words
Your fraying suit
Your fear...

**** you out
Your insistence to destroy anything that makes us happy and human

**** you out
Your dangerous perception that in order to protect a child you must never become one again...

Which leads to suppression, self-harm, oppression, augmentation and homogenisation...

And when the whole world has shat you out
Showed you that they won’t be controlled anymore by your projection...
Yes, when you’ve truly ****** your freedom -

Who will you turn to?
When even your inner child has closed the door on the monster you’ve become...

****; you’re so out.
Brumous Aug 11
Oh, good Lord.
Were you borne of love or was woven to a word?
I believe that a choir only have sung hymns — in your name, re-enacting kindness through loud utters of loving cruelty.

Because if love was found in the womb of a human heart, I wouldn't see a false God in my mother's womb.

However,
It is not you who sing the utters.
It is not them who are caged in a web made of purposeful mistranslation.
So, I hold no malice for you.

For you have not a mouth, yet — they feed you the receipt of words.
And when the time is done,
The fault will be yours,
A synopsis of death
And hurtful
Words.

For
Someone
Nearly fictional,
Have you no shame?
Because there is no beauty,
inflicting the creation of man,
In such intricate world.
Traveler Jul 29
Your beliefs have placed you in a particular position. Think about it!
That’s why my beliefs are open ended.
The intentions of this simulation puzzle me, still my portion of the matrix is full of purpose. I proceed with caution and enjoy the experience.
Traveler Tim
Not in wands or whispered spells,
Nor towers where a wizard dwells.
Not in potions, cloaks, or charms—
But in quiet things with open arms.

The moon that pulls the restless tide,
A seed that splits the earth with pride.
The stars that died to make our skin,
The dreams we fight and hold within.

I love to believe in magic,
Not the kind from books—
But the one that lives in dreams,
In the beauty of a soul that looks.

Every single thing has its own shine—
Even a water droplet, catching light like a star.
The stars themselves, so distant and rare,
Speak to us of what we truly are.

The plants—they whisper secrets green,
So simple, soft, and yet serene.
Humans, too—so wild and deep,
A thousand layers they try to keep.

Our world is just like fantasy,
It seems too perfect to be real.
How rare the things we feel inside—
The love, the ache, the truths we seal.

The warmth we feel from someone’s glance,
The ache of love, the pull of chance.
The breath of truth in honest voice,
The strength to fall—and still have choice.

There is no magic like you see in shows,
But still—this world in secret glows.
Not fantasy, but something true:
The real magic lives inside of you.

In faith, in hope, in sacred light,
In walking through the darkest night.
You carry skies behind your eyes—
And paint your soul across the skies.

And if you ever doubt your way,
Just listen when the silence stays—
It has a voice, and so do you.
A whisper soft, a dream made true.
If you love love you are going to love this
CE Uptain Jul 25
Sometimes my muse only sees the dark, he fills my pen with pain
Makes me write sad little lines, and makes tears fall like rain
He’s only trying to spill my heart, so I get poetic relief
He makes me think these things, but it doesn’t change my belief
I believe that I know myself, there’s no one else to blame
I keep writing with my muse, we play a poetic game
I've been spending a lot of time here lately with my muse. He made me write this one.
Lia G Jul 6
To take or not to take
To change or forever be?
Never know til you take a step,
Trying better than regret.

The open window lay,
A calling to be heard,
The heart drumming to a beat,
It aches to learn.

Fear comes creeping in,
You halt and dare not sin.
You live the same,
day in and out.

Trap inside the same routine,
Too much doubt and insecurities.
You put a limit, on ability.
Believe my friend and you will see.

We need not great strength,
Wisdom or wealth.
Just a piece of courage,
Belief and help.

A leap of faith,
To trust our God
In this journey we take,
He holds us up.

He takes our hand,
And guides our hearts,
Harsh may He teach,
Like a father to his son.

He loves us so,
We need not fear,
For the journey ahead
Tis already clear,

He gave us His son,JESUS CHRIST.
Through Him there is the way,
The truth and the life.
So believe dear friends and do not die.
I write poems for fun, what do you guys think? :D
7/5/2025
Darla Haven Jun 4
As I sat in church today,
Couldn’t find words to pray.
Because dear God—if You still hear.
Look down—we’re filled with fear.
You could change this. Couldn’t You?
Just one breath—or a spark or clue.
You are the reason why children still cry,
Why unarmed, hopeless people die.
And there still are wars down here,
Not enough reason for cheer.
I find it really hard to believe,
This is what You would wanna achieve.
Sorry to say, but that’s why,
I believe You are a very well-told lie.
I feel like believing God helps, but God doesn’t.
silvervi May 25
Be encouraged by the challenges you face. It is a huge growth potential right there!
Challenges are here to show us what we're capable of! 💪
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