and if one day, it turns out you were nothing but a delusion;

the most beautiful boy the world has ever seen,
a home made of pale skin with light freckles and bone,
everything good the universe has to offer,
nothing more than a figure in a psychotic break,

you're a fragment of my hellbent brain i hope to never lose.

and i would never wish for the psychosis to go away, if it meant you would always stay

Lip service to Human Rights
Lip service to Christianity
Lip service to Democracy
Lip service to the Concept of Freedom.
The corpses pile up.

This poem was inspired by someone on Hello Poetry who calls him or herself "Anonymous Individual" and accuses me of being a "Fanatical Leftist" without proposing any solutions to the Dilemma

Fallen Angel (Group Contest Poem)  
© Andrè M. Pietroschek, all rights reserved

                  

F.. Fallen not felled, and with dignity beheld

A.. Angelic by your own doing not gods hand

L.. Lucifer's envy, felt as you walk the Earth

L.. Life & Land you've freed from their curse

E.. Enigmatic, and wondrous, to visit us here

N.. Nothing left we could regret, scorn or fear


A.. Alluring female, gorgeous, smart, and wise

N.. Nuns pledge faith to you to reach paradise

G.. Gentle and great how you inspire us fools

E.. Enmity lurking at envious Devil's command

L.. Leaving us to return to a salvation at hand

Women, female artists, inspiration & stuff...
MY Apr 1

i know my next step
it is right there, as clear as sky
yet i can't seem to move any further
i am hacked
unable to tell
i am not me anymore
somewhere inside
buried in the mess of thoughts
i know i have to escape
take charge of my shell
may be my courage is lost too
in the same puddle
where i kept myself safe
long before when i knew
i am the only one who can rescue me
so i did what i could
i managed to isolate me from myself
and this is as far as i could get
i have been keeping this innocent delusion
that i am fine
no more i wish to entertain this silly idea
NOW
I   NEED   TO   SNAP   BACK

Nora Mar 21

Cameras flashing in rapid succession
She’s reunited with the lights,
Descending from heavens above
She throws herself to the wolves
Wrestling crowds and wrist cuffs,
Drowning in the spotlight
As she’d always dreamed

Insp. by Sunset Boulevard (1950)

Techno-guinea pigs
The War Profiteers don't really know who they have killed.
They don't really know WHAT the Enemy is.
"Terrorism".
Everywhere there is Terrorism.
Some children are terrorized
From the minute they emerge from the womb.
However, one can't blast a CONCEPT to bits......
Just human bodies.
It's impossible to Eradicate Fear.

Anything I don't want to believe in.....
Anything I don't like
Is FAKE NEWS.
The Palestinians are NOT being oppressed by Israel.
That "Separation Wall" was set up by Artists!
Black People IMMIGRATED to the United States
For a better life.
No Black People were ever dragged to North America in Chains!
Jewish People have been having the biggest PITY PARTY
Over the FAKE Holocaust since 1945.
It didn't happen!
It was all just made up by the Jewish People so they'd gain
Lots of SYMPATHY!
"Global Warming"...."Melting Ice Caps".....
It's all a Fraud.
FAKE NEWS.
Famine.......Refugee Crisis.....
It's all a LIE!
The Mexicans and Muslims
Just want to enter the United States illegally
To take the White Man's stuff!

Stan Mar 9

I would paint a picture,
But it will be words coming out.

I would love and come to talk
But my mouth will zip,
by the time I even open the door.

I would be willing to express an emotion
But bring you a hanger,
so you can pull it out from my throat.

I would say I'd love to prove a point
But then forget what it was even for.

I would think there are many ways to go
But then walk on the same road.

I think I know what I would like to do next
But my brain has gone for a stroll.

Ormond Mar 6

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Lear wanders in stormy open, bares warring elements,
The heavens blister, crackle, night is balmy shroud,
Wretched monarch babbles in sprinkles of wind cold,
Arguments lost by ones own pouring perturbations
And raining sky said 'nothing will come from nothing.'

Howl, howls into blackness treed in lightning splits,
His outcast soul, reels, fleshed, cut to smithereens,
Tang of salt burns on the bluffs and the sea rages,
So entire and ceremonious is Lear's fall meted out,
Air spoke, 'nothing from nothings ever yet was born.'

Sky proclaimed to man child King, here is a reckoning,                                    
Each mad choice was self infliction, now wind flays
And sweet Cordelia lies in her innocent weed grave,
Sky, in thralls of thundering asks, 'what say thee now,
King of highborn follies, even purple heaths are rags,

Yet black and above you and night shades, whine,
Unworthy King, done in by compounded effects,
The might of maelstroms in low butterflies wings,
How now, bare trees, knifing reeds, skeletal flashes,
To rains of night are ever your lanyards my lord,'

Sad Lear so near oblivion fell mute, sky went on,
'Howl and cry mad King your reaper calls beyond,
The icy brisk heavens await to brusque you away,
Your slipshod kingdom was mere and fools' dream,
Howl, til howls abrupt abate, for nothing now comes.'

King Lear is a tragedy by William Shakespeare in which the titular character descends into madness after disposing of his estate between two of his three daughters based on their flattery, bringing tragic consequences for all. Based on the legend of Leir of Britain, a mythological pre-Roman Celtic king.
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Liliana Lopez Mar 3

Our love is so special,There is just none like ours...
what we hold is a truth; others can only hope for it
You sleep with me always.... each and every night..
you're always so quiet, hold no reproaches... make no remaks.
That's why I love you and no one could love you more than I...
You are my only treasure, my love for you has no measure

Sometimes when I come home drunk with anguish
you let me come close to you ......we kiss and embrace softly
But you fall fast asleep... and you dont feel a thing...
I Still hold you close to me... and sleep with you tightly
But later when I awake... you are no longer with me..
And only my pillow is there
Sometimes when I see you...... so quiet and lonely...
That's when I break down... and become like any other...
I wanna cry out to you My Love I want to beg you
" please come back to me"
my whole breath and soul is meant just to keep loving you...
But my time keeps passing my cries and pains forgotten...
Like the wind they keep blowing.... forever lost and stolen..

That's why when I come home......drunk with anguish
you let me come close to you ......we kiss embrace softly
But you fall fast asleep..... and you dont feel a thing...!

I Still hold you close to me and sleep with you tightly..!
But later when I awake you are no longer with me..
All am left with is just my pillow
Forever only my pillow

this is the english translation of the song Almohada (pillow) by jose jose
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