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Poetic T Dec 2017
And so the sheep did follow
                     and fall to there knees
not knowing the truth of there
future folly.
For those before clothed the Shepard
and Fed his many needs.

While they were tossed aside
              empty vessels of false followings..
And when the knew were born
                          the shepherd smiled.

Not for the birth of new life,
            but to fed upon there insecurities
   knowing when they could walk,
they would follow his words that were
               just leading them to there inevitable ending....
False prophets, you dig our graves with sinister divinations,
Bestow unrepentant indignation, and neglect to hide your shallowness.
Cast condescending shadows from high upon your sanctimonious mount, but
We wear our pride; our faith and love, our shrouds, and we will not be buried in the night.
Oh, I say woe unto them that call evil good and substitute darkness for light.
Oh, weary we may be, but forsaken we are not. Tread lightly when with lust and greed you choose to cast your lots.
Written for First Baptist Church of Worcester Poetry Fest Challenge 1: Acrostic – FBCWOO.
Anne Scintilla Dec 2017
No written poems,
Nor lyrical prose left unsung,
Such beauty confine.

Longing is the home,
As punishment to who steal,
The art you behold.
for that one person that you may or may not like. somehow, the reason why they can’t be your muse.
hlynnn Nov 2017
Ringing in my ears your voice,
deep, as an underlying tone
in my favorite song.

The note you have hit perfectly,
as you sway by the music you have mastered
is shattering, in an ethereal habitude.

A second of mutual sight full of emotions
we haven’t yet discovered,
we grew scared, cowered away.

As the rays of endings dawn upon us,
we realize the truth of our false inquisitions.

— j.c
Poetic T Nov 2017
Interlaced within the legitimacy
of a vessel whispering
                        logical truths.

For knowledge of fatalism
        shows me that false words
collected ignorance.
            Where open eyes see the
  truths hidden before our eyes.
Oculi Nov 2017
Ben
Lies, lies, lies, lies, lies
Do you ever say the truth, Ben?
One of these days, you'll be your own demise
You've got to square up, man
I'm forgiving, I don't strike the iron easy
But your constant stream of lies, now and then
It impacts me, it makes me think about who you are to me
You're a horrible person, Ben.
You're full of yourself, you're a liar, you're egoistic
You've never given me anything worthy of my time
I wouldn't ever call you my friend, Ben.
Yet you seem to cling to me, like a fly to a box of ****
I call myself bad names often, but compared to you?
I'm truly a heart of gold, Ben.
John AD Nov 2017
Living my life freely , but I hate the Society
They come to judge me , because of Insecurity
About my lifestyle,looks , and  also my Ability
They keep pulling me down ; Crab Mentality

How can I live with these people in the Society?
If 79% of People getting hypnotized by False Ideology
Ideology that affects Mass Hypnosis
To all people in our country

They are blinded by their own thoughts
Both feet entangled with hypnotizing roots
Until our bodies and mind are slowly rotting

Can you escape and Cure yourself from being blind?
Think about yourself , and leave your own thoughts behind
Someday we can teach ourselves to open our mind
Haruharu Nov 2017
One small sign was all it took.

I'm back where I started.

With false hopes that he still cares.

Maybe he hasn't let me go either?

Painting pictures in my head that I know he'll burn without hesitation.

Once again I'll be watching my dreams with him turn into ashes.
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