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James Cushman Sep 16
A social engineering construct
Generated by the elite few
To ravage and forsake our world.
The same few,
Who would send your brothers and sons
To die across seas
In brutal massacres
and meaningless battles
Over invisible lines
And ancient history.

The puppet masters tug the strings
And we dance.
Addicted consumers
Everyone is a trend setter…
Begging for attention
And validation
As this world self implodes,
We are all addicted to our own demise.
And we scroll
The toxic algorithms.
We all die eventually
Remember
To live in the now.
Enjoy this moment
Jeremy Betts Jul 19
iNNER THOUGHTS BECOME INTENSE
aS THEY PICK APART IT'S OWN DEFENSE
mAKING DOOM PREDICTIONS AT IT'S OWN EXPENSE
fINDING A NEED TO RELIEVE SUSPENSE
hENCE THE ARRANGEMENT OF LETTERS INTO WORDS THAT MAKE SENSE
tHE TRANSLATION ITSELF IS A JUMBLED MESS
tHE CRANIUM FEELS FAR TOO DENSE
wHAT IS THIS NONSENSE?
lOVE AND HATE IN THE SAME CONTENTS
rUSH TO TAKE OFFENSE
cAN NEVER GET IT OUT BEFORE  THE CRACK UP AND BREAKDOWN COMMENCE

©2024
Pax Apr 20
Sins, bites on your conscience
          never to your convenience.
       No salvation, No revelations.
               Unblessed the lucky
       bottomless becomes your destiny
and darkness laments, it’s quite cloudy
     wavy timelines, weary crimes
                   Brooking our doom
                  creating thy tomb
                   as deaths looms.
this was me playing with words. Yet as always there is hidden truth and meaning behind my play. I guess this is me cursing to those who are lucky enough to have sinned and get away with it. As in every truth, sins is also subjective to survival, so we should be careful who to blame.
it all goes dark
when the shroud of the night
covers the earth: darkness, no light
as all the others close their eyes
their minds shut down, the air goes quiet

but the blinding fluorescence in my room
outshines the window, I see no moon
it only reflects me, my room: chaos and doom
the voices scream louder as I try to give up too soon

nightly divinity calls to me - soft - siren - lullabies - to sleep
but the eyelids, trapped open, within them my eyes weep
with each passing breath, the screeching voices cut deep -

my cheeks grow wetter while the stars glow dimmer
those dead eyes close, right before the sun's first shimmer.
mystic all-nighter?
give my dreams for somebody else
to make them come true
I'm too paralyzed by my fears
they'll just rot with me
till my death and doom
I wish I was braver

anyways this is my 30th published poem :)
ghost queen Aug 2022
Everybody stop
stop pretending
that everything is normal
as if the climate
hasn’t change

the happy days
are over
there is no hope
for the future

humanity will
survive
our way of life
will soon die
ghost queen Aug 2022
life
loses it meaning
when you know
there is no future

when we all pretend
we haven’t past
the point
of no return

hoping
everything
will go back to normal

why bother
life lust love
we’ve been given
a death sentence
GaryFairy Jul 2022
You can't fight the government. They win, by just not showing up. Then who are you at war with?

That **** blows my head off. Sink it in.
ghost queen Jun 2022
a dragonfly
set me off

i realized
i didn’t hear insects
didn’t see birds

just felt
the sun
searing
scorching
parching
the earth
dissecting
my body
sapping away
my will to live
ghost queen Jun 2022
i’ve become anxious
depressed
lethargic
despondent  

i don’t understand why
now I realized
i’m afraid
of what’s about to come
Earth is dying

life will never be the same
normality has gone
this is the day
God died
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