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Like a cancer I cling to you when I should turn away,
Darkness please don't fill this space,
Sorrow, please delay.

An incessent yearning leaking onto my ideas, the colour of dismay,
Suicide, be gone from mind,
Please creation, not decay.


The memory of you, a wound untreated, a jewel I locked away,
Me, a safe for your callous act,
Please, don't you dare stay.


Your company, Vincent's night robbed of stars in the cruelest way,
Myself, a ***** amongst kings,
At least, that's what you would say.


Knowing better and feeling worse, duality in the doorway,
A love you have dispassionately marred,
No more prophetic ray.


The clouds are clearing, no thanks to you and your own ego's way,
Light, within me to be found,
And this is my new day!
B D Caissie Oct 6
To knowingly deprive someone of their happiness is a form of cruelty that not even the hardest of men could endure.

©
Primo Pollux Sep 16
No one's there—at the dark
          skimpy place.
          No one could notice how they
          please as a mare.
          Seeing her to death, and will act
          with no predictable malice.

          Perfectly cooking every organs—
          a daze.
          Laughing out loud like it's just
          a dare.
          Laughter and tears—they give
          a gaze.

          Echoing their voice—as you run—
          you'll still be chased.
          Don't walk in this mortala castle—
          sombre.
          For you're the next—to die—
          to embrace.

          In this recondite abstruse space—
          Body's heat—lust—will be gaudier,
          They'll protude lasciviousness. Die
          or taste.

          They'll interrupt your halcyon life—
          your only ace—
          When their attention was caught—
          by you—they'll flare.
          All you can do; run and haze.

          As they're creating lethal discursive
          piece—
          Slitting you as a carcass in there.
          Curtailing your journey as you pace.
          You speak, you'll die—don't
          be the ness.
this is about society. if you speak, you'll die.
Nicole Aug 21
i heard my friends today
they hated our society, they say
they forgot
the society is them
its us

the mother of all mother
what happened in Amazona
will forever left me scarred
she does not deserve
this kind of cruelty

we destroyed
who saved us all
im sorry
but i lost all my hope
for humanity
What happened in Amazonia just saddens me so much. I dont want to live in this generation. We destroy what gave us air to breathe so much. It hurts seeing mother nature in this situation.
Don't make me drag myself back from the plains

A bed of thorns is a bed nonetheless
Carl D'Souza Jul 21
I just watched a mini-documentary
on pig factory farming using
extreme confinement of individual pigs
in ‘gestation crates’:
I saw each poor pig
trapped within metal box-grates
which pressed against their flesh
stopping the pig from turning around
stopping the pig from walking around,
each pig suffers their whole life
standing in one direction
or slumped down on the ***** floor.
I saw pigs with open wounds, pressure sores, infections,
bleeding gums from biting the metal bars.
I saw pigs screaming in distress
Or suffering slumped down depressed.
I saw trapped pigs going mad
banging on the metal grates
distressedly trying to break free
and failing and slumping down depressed.

I ask myself
is there a humane way
to farm animals?
Such as free-range farming?
Oh little bug in the sink,
You can’t swim,
You just crawl and explore,
You question, why am I in the sink?

I saw the bug in the sink,
As I brushed my teeth,
I noticed him scampering about,
Wondering — how do I get out of the sink?

You weren’t hurting me, bug in the sink,
You just wanted an escape,
Away from the dangers of the water,
A bad place to be if you can’t swim - bug in the sink.

But when I saw the bug in the sink,
I acted only on impulse,
The contrast between “*****” bug and “cleaning teeth”
Was too much to bare, as I stared in the sink.

And so without thinking of the bug in the sink,
My reflexes thrusted me forward,
I thought only of myself,
As I turned the **** on the sink.

Oh no — oh bug in the sink,
The water is gushing,
You’re overwhelmed, swept away, crushed.
Oh bug in the sink. Why did I not think?
Rough wind tears through the dark
Fluorescent light shining within the dust
I follow it
Hoping to be led to the city
For the other way is infallible dissolution
An angry ocean
The wind has taken my sight
And any step could be the last plank of this decrepit pier
The storm
She is here for me and I now realize, this is a fight for life
The sudden glow and heavenly roar shows her intent
She wishes to drive me into the treacherous sea to be chewed and swallowed
Perhaps discovered by a lobster who would surely laugh at my demise
For he is malevolent of human life
Javier Garza Jun 8
My love
I gave all to you
I hoped and prayed for the best

Yet you've failed me
With greed and pride
You stand against all I loved
You chose yourself

You forgot my sacrifices
All that was given for you
A cancerous tumor

You were loved
You were cherished
But ultimately you were a disease
Humanity is sad.
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