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 Loving Understanding And embraces everyone
Got caught up in my disgusting mind. How ***** I am. Judging people I know nothing about. I hate it. Pathetic.
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.
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.
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.
I can't write I actually physically can't OK 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*