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Stuck in a straight jacket
That detaches from humanities
That disables civilized thinking
It strangles your insides
And steals compassion
And the your breath of life
Withers inside this chasten

In this rubber room
Who’s pads make up your apathetical existence
You rot here like the ***** you take
You die here
Unless you bleed yourself of disrespect
Unless you bleed yourself of disinterest
Unless you bleed yourself of narcissism

Who cares
Your worthless in this state anyway
Find purpose in empathy

Or die here
Exist out of the minds of others
Others who have collective respect
Collective understanding
Collective empathy
And open mindedness

Your locked here cause you prejudge
Guarded by your own stubbornness
You don’t accept
That you don’t know everyone’s story
You can’t know
You judge anyway

That hippie over there
He’s not a ***** loser
He has a family he loves
Worked hard in construction
And overcame a destructive alcohol and drug abuse
He’s better than you
He’s empathetic
And embraces everyone
Got caught up in my disgusting mind. How ***** I am. Judging people I know nothing about. I hate it. Pathetic.
Spill your sickening contradictions.
Try to snow those you perceive as weak.
Distract us with your predictions.

Hide crucial evidence for “sterilization”.
To numb the populous and make them weep.
Spill your sickening contradictions.

Preach what you don’t practice, it’s just operations.
Invoke decree, and let it steep.
Distract us with your predictions.

The poor are there for your oppression.
Smile and wave, lock evil in your keep.
Spill your sickening contradictions.

You “speak for the weak”. What fiction!
We’ve been snowed by those who steep.
Distract us with your predictions.

You repugnant charlatans.
Snow is with your projections.
Spill your sickening contradictions.
Distract is with your predictions.
Poem posted Mar 12
If you only, truly understood--

This keeps me far from you.

It will all ways keep me in "yuck, how creepy" mode.

Spread their cheeks for you. You honor no woman. Quit the ****** act.
_______ not even your first name.....Old ledeys and young hos to you ******* ****. Your Gayspace I remember only because an acquaintance pointed it out. I thought, "who's this *******?"
People are disgusting, even me
More than others can really see
Beneath the love, a darkness so bleak
Defining an existence so meek
People live, people die
People ****, and defy
Hurting each other for their own gain
Precious moments down the drain.

A breath is nothing to the coin
Happiness and wealth have to join
These rules were written without our consent
Death that piles beyond extent
Our human greed is outside measure
Only concerned with their unquenchable pleasure
All we can do is our part
You and me, with all our heart.

Our heart is one, and they don't know
We cannot let their consumption grow
Even in the endless night
We must speak the voiceless plight
The monopoly on a fair life
The gluttonous, murderous knife
There are the things we need to end
In order to get our world to mend.

A lifetime comes, where hope can fade
Underneath the worker's shade
Whispers of a satisfied living
Grow in place of that desire for giving
Old age comes, you cease to care
Blinded by their crooked glare
So you rest against a tree
Without wondering what was key.
People are disgusting.
"You must be disgusting too!"
nat Feb 2
the only reason people keep me around
is because i am good at making other people feel good
and loved

i am only useful when i am being used
Jaxey Nov 2018
I know that I'm not
But is it okay
If I just let myself
Feel disgusting today?
I just feel gross today
My skin is green,
I’m gross,
My teeth are falling out,
Even my limbs are breaking!
My skin is green,
I don’t know why,
My clothes are ripping,
My hair is gone,
My makeup is smeared,
My skin is green,
I have a date tonight,
And I am gross,
My nails are chipped,
My skin is green,
The doorbell rings,
I shuffle over,
My date is here,
His skin is green.
Susie Oct 2018
I lay down in bed with you to expect
closeness and Cuddling and the sound
of your soft and soothing voice.

But instead I find a cosmic entity that shines
an aura so bright I can't look at it directly,
and if I do I'll get vaporized by the
Pure Energy radiating from it.

I touch it anyways
because it's so worth it.
Any death by you
is a death worth experiencing.
lucav Sep 2018
bitter smiles across the corridors
seeing you with her is the worst
i dont miss you,just your hand in my own is better than in hers
what does she have,that i dont?
is it the **** or the looks that she gives you?
is it the smile she has that i lost?
i really dont miss you,i just need you laying next to me
but you left me empty.
im a bitter ex
Isla Aug 2018
I can't write
I actually physically can't
OK how about, something with flowers
Not like that's been done 1000000000 times
I swear to god anymore similes and I will





This is terrible
OK ummm
Fish tanks?
Fish tanks aren't all that poetic
I can't think of anything
I think I'm dried up
Like an empty...
Fish tank
Wait a minute
What if I just write something about
Not knowing what to write
That would be easy
It also explains why this *****
The creativity well has run dry friends

*punches self in esophagus for putting this on my page*
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