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Chum floats the pool
encircled by sharks and piranha
a pity, nature's fool
as fearful teeth do their work.
Could they be as bad as I?
Apex predator, Invasive species
where it means to die
as a means to live.
Growth from a spineless cherub
to a spiteful formless entity
possessing a cunning golden scarab
controlling wheels of fortune.
Slaves to our own demands
aren't we antagonists to someone else?
With machinations of wicked plans
to justify righteous intentions.
Hypocrites line the tank
tapping their fingers in rumination
Abandoning morals, faces left blank.

I am not your foil, I am a mirror.
Endless Horizon Aug 2014
Such a hypocrite am I.
For I promised to stop loving.
I promised to continue the journey.
But such a hypocrite am I,
Because I cannot bring myself,
To move on.
Such a hypocrite am I.
For I still love,
Even though,
I should be,
letting go**.
Something to express in this short one. Perspective is a powerful thing you know.
(shout out to my good friends Winter Silk and Blackness!!!)
MST Aug 2014
I care so much for others,
so I donated five dollars,
to stop the child neglect,
because it is my duty to protect.
In my country we do not have child labor,
for we have pure souls,
only heathens would allow such things,
so I let others pull the strings.
Mary N Jul 2014
I'm not a hypocrite,
I'm just paradoxical
1:55 am
July 26, 2014
Erenn Jul 2014
His conscience infiltrates the darkness within
Molded with moss of remorseful sins
Beginning to see the light they claimed
Whenever he strands the truth
Their eyes and lips exerted in ways of deceit
Not upholding the justice he once knew

Now living in a world of duplicity
Where he don’t need mirrors to see
That vivid reflection of pretense blinded by mendacity
They varied the trust he uphold only to be lost
By what they preached  

He ran like a wild animal that he is
Hoping to be free from this spawn of hatred
His wings grew from the mettle he believed in
His heart pumping with venom
Every second breathing to his last
But he didn't care if he’s dying

He just wants to be free from all these fibbers
He wanted the world he believed in to believe
That there’s still hope for everyone
We are all humans in the beginning
Only to become beasts in the end

But we do have a choice to change
Before it’s too late

For when the light fades out
And darkness lurks in
**We’ll be the void of existence we once lived
Who or what i'm writing about??
Whatever that you imagined it is.
*Hints: They're controlling the whole world right now.
And they're silent on what's happening in Palestine. Think about it.
mark john junor Jul 2014
faintly sinister smiles
twitch their way across her acrobat face
and as her rolling and tumbling expressions
make their way through all manner of devious delight
your hearts hungry eye fixes on her
come hither and lets make whoopee nasty girl dress
her favors are optional
and she will tease but never share
the ever present dangling carrot
like a perfume
fills the air with delights but its just air
shes a happiness monger
so its best if you don't displease
its always a bitter mote neath the plastic vibe
might as well be a rocky mountain monument
little miss twisted in a little patchwork dress
Becky Littmann Jul 2014
In this day & age
It's almost better to be locked in a cage
The economy got drunk & is acting strange
Sometimes it is NOT "time for a change"
Now you're lucky if you work above minimum wage
It's seriously a ******* outrage
I don't even want to read onto the next page
I'm sure it'll just create more rage
The curtains need to finally close on this stage
& be thrown in the dump with the garbage

Eventually the rich & famous will fall
Hitting that good old wall
No more shopping visits to the mall
Don't expect anymore girls night call
No one will be able to "ball"
NO ONE AT ALL!!
No mor bragging about money, no reasons to brawl
& Kayne how does it feel to ball & end with a crawl
Haha isn't that some **** ya'll

It's nothing but a bunch of *******
People whining & complaining in a huge fit
About every little tiny bit
Although no one is doing anything about it
Therefore the worse it'll continue to get
Going nowhere like a batter who can't hit
A benchwarmer he'll forever sit
Never trying to improve anything, just choosing to simply quit
Throwing in the mit
There's a lot of talking, no actions yet
******* ***** when everyone's a hypocrite!
Nathalie Anna Jun 2014
I saw you on the news again, aiming lies at civilians
You work like a serf to abhor the herd, which was merged by Lords to bore and encore, like a trap door in a dungeon.
What you earth and managed has got me famished, like the dense or pretentious, the meek and the senseless
And type endings to the finest that cry less, the winos that digress, or the shyest who digest
The plate which was purchased, paid to feed liars by the loudest were poisoned by us rebels running incense to the proudest.
Violently passive when distracted, these masses wreck havoc to have their heads handed to them
Sullen sweet to deter, you lure and reserve what is versed or inferred or implied or implored
Like the goodbyed or complied or the ladies waiting with lunacy lining their luxury gowns
Your disheveled and neat demanding appearance has me locked down with pirates and principle pilots
Dulled sick, they spy less, echo with insist, enlist and exist
As terrorists and presidents
Marked with malice making misfits that were mocked and disgraced, maced or laced by daydreams and magicians to assist beggars behind blueprints constructing islands
Which make slaves in to riots that capture journalists under wide tense
To suspend or impend doom sent hell bent by your priestess
You conduct chaos with fast hints, but quit slow when engaged with your conscience
Touched by divine tricks
Decided and destined, best in business
Prince of the wise man
Captain of the compassionate
Comrades with the crack heads singing anthems in kingdoms
We are heartbreakers painting bad graffiti
Chloe May 2014
Honey, I don't even ******* know.
What the hell is a crush supposed to be anyway?
  
Sweet warmth filling up my soul?
A skipped heartbeat with a mere touch to the shoulders?
Afraid to look too long in fear of falling into fascination with the way  their eyelids touch their cheek?

I don't even know.
I don't want to know.

I'm the worst sort of lover.
I don't even like people.
I mean, I love people, but not PEOPLE.

Besides, why would anyone like me back?

Miss Congeniality, not Miss Sexuality
I don't- don't know how to- how to-
****.
I can ******* swear just fine, but I can't even say-

See? What's there to like?

I don't know what love feels like.
Does everyone just...know?

I'm not pretty.

It's not that I don't know what to say.
I just don't know if I believe it

Deserve it.
(Hypocrite).


"No, not right now." (Smile, **** it)


Honey, I don't crush.
I fall.
Whoops lots of swearing :/
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