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Jeannette Abi Apr 2018
I do not have an identity and I do not need one, for identities restrict me.
I do not have a religion and I do not need one, for religions imprison me.
I do not have beliefs and I do not need any, for beliefs confine me.
I do not have goals and I do not need them, for they only drive me one way.
But I do have freedom and I do need my freedom, for only freedom can save me.
xditania Mar 2018
God, are you there?
Will you wait for me again?
To search and seek
the belief I left in vain.

God, are you there?
Doubt blocks the way.
'A way of salvation'
or at least that's what they say.

God, are you there?
We're different by religions,
yet God need no protection;
Don't think of it as nations.

God, are you there?
I'm cruising on the sea
not knowin' where I'm goin',
many ways they offer me.

God, are you there?
Is it a choice or is it fate?
Do I decide for myself?
Why does it have to separate?
written at night, on July 5th 2015.
jorn christopher Feb 2018
Revolution institution
Gather up the calvary
Empty glasses for the masses
Raised in unity

From the fires, cue the choirs
Sing a hymn of suffering
Generation desperation
As the angels sing

Don't you know?
You can't let go
Cause it's so hard to say goodbye
To what we dim the lights for
Killing truth with lies we die for

Programming emotion
Manufacturing our lives
We are the products of
An over-processed love
That is chemically defined

Cheaper, faster
Blood and plaster
Heart-pumping machinery
Gears and veins
Rewired brains with
Television dreams

Burning engines
Fueled by tensions
Apprehension industry
Mutilation of salvation
As the angels scream

Don't you know?
You can't let go
Cause it's so hard to say goodbye
To what we dim the lights for
Killing truth with lies we die for

Programming emotion
Manufacturing our lives
We are the products of
An over-processed love
That is chemically defined
Self vs. Nature vs. Nurture: Eternal conflict of the thoughtless mind. Mass produced, quantifiable identities that wage war against themselves. All sales are final.
Eric Fraley Feb 2018
We are who we are  

But we are still all human

No matter how vast the world we live in

No matter how near or how far

We are where we are

We are all human

No matter the hue of our skin

We are all human

We are not all men

But we are all human

No matter the nationality or origin

We are all human

No matter how thick or how thin

We are all human

No matter how great our sins

We are all human

No matter faith

Or what we believe in

We are all human

We do not love or hate the same things

But we are all human

No matter how strong the convictions

Nation against nation or between simple citizens

We are all human

No matter the civil

Or social unrest that has risen

We are all human

No matter the wars we wage

No matter the battles we win

No matter the violence that's made

In the end it's humans both sides are burying

Human life lost that both sides are mourning

The weight of human life in the caskets they're carrying

But both sides are still human

One thing we all have in common

Times not our friend

It is and should be our only end

But…

In the news

I only hear about humans ending humans

Why is it that I see violence  

Why is it that when I look around

I see humans

But…

Little humanity
"I see humans but no humanity."

-Jason Donohue
Hunter Cyrus Jan 2018
She wakes up every morning, love in her heart and guilt in her head.
A forbidden love doomed to fail.
Modern day Romeo and Juliet.
Her love is only matched by her fear.
A love that crosses continents and traverses oceans.
A love simple and pure, golden.
Crushed underneath the only forces selfish enough to try,
Religion and family.
Traitorous little things, beliefs.
Every belief will tell you it’s for your own good,
Yet often they seem to crush the youngest and happiest into misery.
Her love for him is battered and bruised,
Pushed into the deepest recess she could find.
She’ll discover the only thing worse than forbidden love,
Is the depression of forced separation.
I think some of the beauty in this poem is lies with your interpretation, so I shall refrain from telling you the "proper" interpretation.
Svode Jan 2018
War
Through the walls, in the streets.
Contrasting forces in anger will meet.
Differing ideals will turn into action,
Only one will remain as a faction.
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