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Sum It Sep 2014
मृत्यु अपसोचको विषय हो?!
हो , होईन - मलाई थाह भएन
न कहिले थाह हुनु जरुरी भयो
तर
मृत्युसँग जोडिएको एक जीवन
जून
आज मरणमा परिवर्तित भएको छ

जसको सासहिन लाशमाथी
आज
वामे सर्न सुरू गरेका छन्
अवचेतन चित्कारहरु
शहर र गाउँ भरी
थोक्किदै,
बज्रिदै,
घिस्रिदै,
लड्दै,
लत्रितै
न्यायको भिक्षा माग्दै
गुन्जिन्छन र पनि सुनिदैन...

त्यो
अपसोचको विषय हो!
हुनुपर्दछ!!!!!

सास -- सबैको रोकिन्छ कुनै दिन
तर जब सास फेर्दा फर्दै
झुन्दाईन्छन् प्राणहरू
र पनि
मर्दैन आहतहरू
त्यो पृथ्वीलोक होइन
नर्क हो,
हामी जीवितै नर्कमा यदि
बाच्नुपर्छ
भने
त्यो अपसोचको विषय
हो, हुनुपर्दछ!!!
Tribute to Nanda Prasad Adhikari, a father who sacrificed his breath during a year long hunger strike demanding justice over the ****** of his son who was killed during 10 years long civil war in the nation. Tribute to all the parents who are dying everyday shedding tears over the death body of their sons/daughters/. NO WAR!!!!!
one llucy Aug 2014
There are traitors in the castle
Hypocrites and liars
Spreading rumors, keeping secrets
Lighting silent fires
Pacing in the bedrooms
Quiet in the halls
Sneaking after midnight
Conspiring behind walls
Pretending to be royalty
Called themselves "king and queen"
Throwing out words like garbage
Not saying what they mean
Not taking time to think
Just playing a silly game
Betraying flesh and blood
not feeling any shame
Full of carelessness and greediness
But acting so sincere
Watching with fake smiles and laughter
Ignoring every tear
Throwing "traitors" in the dungeon
While deceiving on the thrown
Punishing those "committing crimes"
Not looking at their own
There were traitors in the castle
Hypocrites and liars
Bargaining with enemies
Igniting silent fires
Now there is no castle
No whispers in the halls
Nothing hiding behind doors
All that's standing are the walls
Life Jun 2014
A great amount is said about lies
We are all liars
On purpose or not, they often fly
You cannot even detect it in our eyes
 
Only liars know when being lied to
We do not want to admit it
But in our mouth, there is still a residue
All we are, are hypocrites
 
So don’t you to lie to me
I am a hypocrite
I create debris
So just you admit

*You lie too
Erin Hankemeier May 2014
I do not understand...

In school,
When we were young,
We learned to respect others,
and treat everybody as an equal

But those who taught us
To not be disrespectful
are the ones who choose favorite students

In the classroom,
by the teachers,
maybe some of us are not equal

...they are the hypocrites...
I know what it is like to not be treated as an equal person.
I do not understand why teachers (for lack of a better word) "preach" about equality, but they can not simply "practice what they preach" in the classroom.
Rebel Against Rebellion
I have nothing to prove
No creeds, no doctrine to upkeep
We all have so much freedom when we close our eyes
And just think
Maybe you need to humble yourself enough
To lose
Rebel Against Rebellion
Because they're all just books
Your sword is looking pretty dull sir
Why are you so inclined to hurt?
Thought your prophet preached LOVE?
So repeat words
Choose what you choose
Choose wisely
Because soon the snake will stop his hissing
Constrict
And become your noose
Rebel Against Rebellion
I think I'll call your bluff
I bleed, I sin, I'll die
But I'm not feeling hot standing here
So tell me again why I should be afraid
Of my fleet mortal life?
Rebel Against Rebellion
Because a Sheppard leads a flock
But you never followed
Your a goat
Caught in your lies
Bureaucracy, Democracy
Man it's all a joke
A silly excuse
Rules, the sacrum of man's brain
Your doctrine is becoming lame
And your beliefs more insane
Coliseum
A game to play to make you so entertained
Please write another rule
Prove once again
The medium you choose is jewels
You fool
Rebel Against Rebellion
Why would I cut my brother short?
Because of appearance and all your silly rules
So many when uttered I choke
For all we know life itself a joke

Oh the irony
What began as unity
Became bowing down
To man's hierarchy
So I Rebel Against Rebellion
I'm a servant of no man
I know God has a plan
That over cries your silly fear
Unravels your vines
Your words
Agenda and
"Time"
Again my portfolio is at www.eugene-moon.weebly.com
Austin Heath Apr 2014
The sad part is that most of us, writers,
are almost ashamed to say it out loud.
We do it like a bad habit we can't escape.
****** junkies with the leash around our necks.
Treat it like a disfigurement; our
malignant entries spread like cancer from
under our pathetic, hypocritical hands.
We're sad.
Depressed.
"Heart broken".
Angst ridden.
Jaded.
Coping.
Coping.
Learning to cope,
but often failing.
Stepping on each other;
a sea of cadavers with
no bottom, surface, or center.
Full of brilliance/ brighter than the sun.
Collectively, we are a diamond made from ****.
A uselessly expensive commercial good,
nonetheless.
The next Bukowski will be a child molester,
or a sociopathic spree killer. Too bad
no one wants to be the great writer of course.
What greater shame could there be?
What bigger embarrassment could exist?
What insult and tragedy is more than being
a writer?

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