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Patrick Wood Jan 2019
You'll be twenty anyways.
You're hesitant because you know your hairs will gray,
but you'll be twenty anyways.
You'll be thirty either way.
between the sheets of snow and stressful days.
you know you'll be thirty anyways.

Come forty and fifty,
then eighty and one-hundred;
Ninety-three, ninety four
then one-hundred and one dozen.
No matter which way or when,
all help from friends and cousins,
you'll be thirty anyways.
There's a popular reddit post where someone asks if its worth it to get their PhD because it'll take until they're fourty, someone reply's, "You'll be fourty anyways".
Toxic yeti Jan 2019
Racists...
you might be blinded tothe beauty of your pasty skin
but
there is so much more going on in the background
Toxic yeti Jan 2019
Aries god of war
More like the god of mental problems
For war hurts children

Please Aries
Think of the children
The children
The children

If you thought more
Aries
You would help more
And
Not spread evil.
Toxic yeti Dec 2018
It’s raining heavily
And the water
Fills out a
Red, blue, yellow, and white
Wheelbarrow
It overflows.
The water is the teardrops
Of my people.  
Wanting to be treated like a human
And to be free.
Toxic yeti Dec 2018
Hey
I am the fire
And your the gasoline
You like my charactertics.  
You like my soul
You can’t break my bones

I’ve got broken bones
But not from
The sticks or stones

I’ve got broken bones
Not the stick or stones
But by the racism

I’ve got broken bones
Not from the sticks or stones
But by forceful people
With forceful beliefs

Hey
I am the fire
And your the gasoline
You like my charactertics.  
You like my soul
You can’t break my bones

I’ve got broken by
Not from the sticks or stones
But from the words you call
Me.

I’ve got broken bones
Not from the sticks or stones
But from phoney personality

I’ve got broken bones
Not from the sticks or stones
But from the threats

Hey
I am the fire
And your the gasoline
You like my charactertics.  
You like my soul
You can’t break my bones


$&%? You!!!!
Can’t break them.
From the song broken bones from the pop band love inc.
shiv Nov 2018
his love is like the sea
as uncompromising
and remorseless
as the current
tends to be
Paul Butters Nov 2018
Remoaners to the left, Brextremists to the right,
Theresa “Maggie” May has an uphill fight.
I can’t see her lasting many more days,
Unless she changes her stubborn ways.

Theresa is an immovable object.
Her hubby must be totally henpecked.
Trying to please just everyone,
Annoying all is what she’s done.

Right now she is UK Prime Minister,
But her own back benchers are getting sinister.
Some say she’s sold us down the river,
A thing for which they can’t forgive her.

Others claim she’s gone too far,
As we should stay just where we are.
Some see Europe as our friend,
But others say the UK we must defend.

Ireland is a sticking point
A thing that’s gonna rock the joint.
They don’t know where to put the border,
Without causing grief and disorder.

What an impasse, feels like stalemate,
Are we heading to be a slave state?
Who knows what’s going to happen next?
No wonder we are all perplexed.

Paul Butters

© PB 17\11\2018.
Topical... I took the word "Brextremist" from Labout MP Angela Eagle who used it in the commons this week.
Tara Oct 2018
I didn’t even blink when everything around me started drowning,
maybe because I was already knee deep.

You can’t prevent the inevitable.
They say you can fight it,
but that’s a myth.

You’ll survive it,
but only once you’ve given up.

Haven’t you heard, “if the current takes you out to sea, don’t fight it, just let yourself be.”
Sometimes life’s that current,
and the only thing to do is let yourself be.

Stop punching walls that don’t exist.
Yelling at ghosts won’t change the past.
Hurting yourself won’t make anyone love you more than they do.

There’s only so much people can give,
and not every flower will be yours,
and not every heart will be yours.

Don’t break yourself down to make the pieces fit into someone else's puzzle.
I don’t need to remind you how long it takes to rebuild yourself
every time you breakdown.

We’re no ones sacrifice.
We’re no ones weapon.
We’re not here to drown in oceans of our own tears.
It seems that woman in our current society are constantly fighting for the recognition, acceptance, and respect from the rest of world. We are the ones called 'emotional', 'dramatic', 'excessive', and 'annoying' for simply expressing our feelings and demanding our rights. Theres this ideal woman society expects every woman to be disregarding the individuality of each human being. We need to stop falling into these norms that have been set up for us and separating ourselves from each other. There comes a time where we need to stand up together instead of dividing ourselves to fit into the world.
Jay Sep 2018
oh, little ones
if I could build you a worthy city
to keep you safe and dreaming
I would crush the hope I had left
into a powder,
mix it
with all the things we grown couldn't be
and lay the slurry out to set,
harden it with sun and air
not hate
forming a foundation
where futures could be built
oh,
but my tools have no power
I dented them in fury and shorted them in tears
before they could be used to build  

oh, little ones
if ever I find safety in this homeless land
I'll wrap you in it
in a heartbeat
realizing you don't have the resources to help every worthy cause can be heartbreaking

6/19 update- It breaks my heart that this is still relevant
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