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Glenn Currier Sep 2021
I awaken in darkness
still terrified and running
from the mountain lion.

But what if I’m the prey
of my own judging
captive of my comparisons?
At times I feel those verdicts in my gut
like when I can’t concentrate on a task
I SHOULD be doing.

When I notice my tight gut
and my mind wanting to flee
I can stop trying
and lying to myself
set my imagination free
roam a wilderness I choose
like right here on the flat and fertile plains
of this poem’s lines.
I used to MAKE myself read this or that out of duty or responsibility or just my own judgements that I SHOULD be reading this. But today I decided to stop that foolishness, read a poem or two here on this site, and just let my imagination roam. The word wilderness popped up out of nowhere. So I rode it and let it take me. The above is the result. Writing poetry frees me.
Ashanti Mar 2021
Today world isn’t save
People around you and far from you judge you everyday without even knowing you from the clothes you wear to the smile you wear on your face without reading into me you judge me for one mistake when you’ve made a million mistake with out even asking why I did it without even trying to understand why I did it without knowing the thoughts that was going through my head  that day. let me be don’t judge me for you have no right to we’re all human we are not perfect just like you I’ve made bad choices
Just like you I have regrets so what’s  makes you so special to pass your judgements upon to me when your just as human as I am
Only god can judge you don’t let their words get to you stay strong
Laila Ezzelarab Dec 2020
We listen to birds but don't care what they sing,
so let people sing the thing but never let it ring.
Our lungs breathe whether you like it or not,
So let people breathe your name like a shot.
They will do it either way,
So keep being you everyday.
Let their oxygen leave their lungs with your name,
When that happens, u already won the game.
Ana Jan 2020
Don't you think it's funny how,
My skin turns blue after the shock of your eye,
How my teeth crack forefeeling an explosion,
But my mouth stays shut,
Right after yours has opened for ever.
Tried to picture the insecurities of an individual, when people will always have something to say about them.
Peter Sep 2019
No one's there—at the dark
          skimpy place.
          No one could notice how they
          please as a mare.
          Seeing her to death, and will act
          with no predictable malice.

          Perfectly cooking every organs—
          a daze.
          Laughing out loud like it's just
          a dare.
          Laughter and tears—they give
          a gaze.

          Echoing their voice—as you run—
          you'll still be chased.
          Don't walk in this mortala castle—
          For you're the next—to die—
          to embrace.

          In this recondite abstruse space—
          Body's heat—lust—will be gaudier,
          They'll protude lasciviousness. Die
          or taste.

          They'll interrupt your halcyon life—
          your only ace—
          When their attention was caught—
          by you—they'll flare.
          All you can do; run and haze.

          As they're creating lethal discursive
          Slitting you as a carcass in there.
          Curtailing your journey as you pace.
          You speak, you'll die—don't
          be the ness.
this is about society. if you speak, you'll die.
Ylzm May 2019
So blind, the blind despairs.
So wicked, ***** grieves.

So indistinguishable from evil,
their judgement of evil, truly just.
So indistinguishable from their ruthless enemy,
the utter destruction decreed shall befall both suddenly.

The aggrieved weeps.
The wicked hardens.
Wickedness upon wickedness.
Endurance beyond Lot's,
given, the righteous' lot.
No One Feb 2019
In this court, we call world
All I have is you
But you stabbed me like a sharp sword's
Now I guess you're one of them too

I woke up here full of judgements
With no freedom to my every movements
Please be careful to what you say
For maybe something will happened at the end of the day

Why can't you accept the fact?
The fact that I have bad side
Please crap that act
And reveal that lie you have always hide

Suddenly I found out your betrays
"Truth hurts", that's what they always says
I thought you were my friend
Sorry but I guess your lie has to meet the end
It just came up to my mind so It's just a crap
Petrichor Apr 2018
I was in a train
when this old woman looked across
with a confused look.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing over here?"
she said,
her voice trailing with the
jam of stinky
half-brained men.
"My father has passed away. I am here to meet him."
Her face crumpled,
like her tongue had encountered
a sour taste
like her body
had touched dirt,
like her brain managed
to get hold of her daughters darkest secrets.
"I'm sorry" she said, letting out
the sour smell of judgement.
But she wasn't.
She wasn't sorry.
She was an old woman with sunglasses
to hide her scanning eyes,
an old woman with a mask of makeup to hide
the scars of revolution.
She was a stranger.
"You're not really sorry." I said, realizing how I
became her,
a young bag of judgements.
Sometimes you just write stuff when it comes to your mind when you haven't experienced them. You've probably seen them on TV or heard the idea of them form someone you know. But this one over here is one that I have experienced. Thinking of someone judging you leads to judgement, and I openly say I have experienced so.
Alexis K Sep 2017
What do you see when you look?
Do you base on race?

If you were white,
Would you be a *****?
If you were black,
Would you immediately be a criminal?
If you were asain,
Would you be a genius?
If you were Mexican,
Would your family be large?

Or do you see religion?

If you're muslim,
Are you a terrorist?
If you're Catholic,
Are you stuck up?
If you're Jewish,
Are you greedy?
If you're Baptist,
Are you a hypocrite?

Rather then that is the first thing you see gender or age?

Say you're a woman,
Would you be weak?
Say you're a man,
Would you be the boss?
Say you're young,
Would you be dumb?
Say you're old,
Would you be wise?

Or maybe academics are key?

If you wear glasses,
Does that make you nerdy?
If you are "preppy"
Does that make you mean?
If you play football,
Does that make you a leader?
If you're a cheerleader,
Does that make you a follower?

If you were smart,
Does that mean you are bullied?
If you are dumb,
Does that make you popular?
If you were always loud,
Does that make you ignorant?
If you're always quiet,
Does it make you emo?

So if you use a scholarship,
Does that make you poor?
So you don't use a scholarship,
Does that make you spoiled?
Maybe you go to a private school,
Then are you a snob?
Maybe you go to public school,
Then are you a hoodrat?

Maybe it's appearance first noticed but what does that say?

Cause if you arent a size 0,
Does that make you ugly?
If you aren't big enough,
Does that make you unhealthy??
If you weren't muscular,
Does that make you scrawny?
If you're muscular,
Does that mean you're trying too hard?

So you've got blond hair,
But does that mean you're stupid?
Or maybe red hair,
Does that mean youre quick to lose your temper?
If you wear makeup,
Does that mean you're hiding?
If you don't wear makeup,
Does that mean you're boring?
If you care what other think,
Are you self conscious?
If you don't care what others think,
Are you conceited?

What about....
What about if you were just you?
Would you be the same?
Would you be seen differently?
These things shouldn't matter.
But they do.
Oh so much
First impressions are most important
But oh so tough.

Why are you based on what you look like,
Or what you believe.
Why are you based on your gender,
Or how you do in school?

Judgements shouldn't be made,
But they are every single day.
In every single way.
But these things don't define you,
They don't explain you nor I.

We all bleed the same,
We see the same.
So why?

It doesn't matter if you're black or if your white.
It doesn't matter if you're Catholic or Muslim.
It doesn't matter if your skin is wrinkled or tight.
It doesn't matter if you're a woman or a man,
And it doesn't matter what size you wear.
Nobody should be judged and a lot of people are. It's inevitable but with a little Sparks of inspiration we can slowly change that, one person at a time we can rewrite our society.
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