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Bhill Jul 2019
Being trapped in your own head
Being inside that small little box of crazy thoughts
Crazy thoughts that are controlling you
Controlling your actions, your vision, your sight
What is going on within this space
I'm surrounded with surface to mind missiles
Missiles that are being launched at the very core of my psyche
My once, sain psyche, has been riddled with oddly soothing thoughts
Thoughts that I believe I could enjoy if I could only accept
Accept the new and strange patterns of the mind-numbing weirdness
Weirdness so overwhelming that, my little mind box, is about to overload
I need to wake up...!
Hahaha

Brian Hill - 2019 # 167
Sometimes your mind take your words somewhere else...
MARK RIORDAN Jan 2018
HAWAII BALLISTIC MISSILE SYSTEM AN ALARM
WAS MISTAKENLY SENT OUT
COME ON GUYS WHAT A MISTAKE
WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT



WITH THE TENSION IN NORTH KOREA
A MISTAKE LIKE THIS IS WRONG
KIM JONG UN IS NOW LAUGHING BECAUSE
YOU ARE PLAYING HIS FAVOURITE SONG



DONALD TRUMP AND ROCKET MAN
DON'T NEED ANYMORE TENSION
WHEN YOU ARE DEALING WITH NUCLEAR WEAPONS
STUPIDITY LIKE THIS I HAVE TO MENTION
BALLISTIC MISSILE SYSTEM IN HAWAII WAS SET OF  BY MISTAKE THESE TYPE OF MISTAKES ARE SO DANGEROUS BECAUSE OF ALL THE TENSION WITH NORTH KOREA
MARK RIORDAN Sep 2017
NORTH KOREA MISSILE LAUNCH
LAUNCH THE MISSILE
FIRE THE MISSILE
LETS BE AGGRESSIVE NOW

PROVOCATION IS MY AIM
JUST LET ME SHOW YOU HOW


THE WORLD ON EDGE
WILL WAR BREAK OUT
IS THE WORLD REALLY DOOMED


PUT ON THE SANCTIONS
TIGHTEN THE SANCTIONS
UNTIL MASS DESTRUCTION LOOMS
NORTH KOREA LAUNCHES ANOTHER MISSILE TENSIONS ARE HIGH
An unpredictable man has hardware
Flouting its strong resolve for us to see
A missile projecting with awful scare
The world pleads his insane obsession's flee
Diplomacy's will urges a quelling
Our quaking planet seems truly unsafe
Danger's loud note he's lately spelling
We're hearing the meaning of rasping chafe
Containing his ambitions no easy task
A deaf ear chosen by commo warhead
Why is the question we must now ask
The provocation feels like a dire dread
International sanctions ***** him down
May they limit the threat's barbed crown
MARK RIORDAN Jul 2017
AMERICA NOW WANTS TO TAKE ACTION
NORTH KOREA HAS ANOTHER LAUNCH
WE ARE GOING TO GET THEM
YOU CAN WATCH IT ON YOUR PORCH


IS THE WORLD REALLY READY
FOR ANOTHER ALL OUT WAR
NORTH KOREA JUST WONT SIT BACK
AS AMERICA KNOCKS ON THERE DOOR


MANY INNOCENT LIVES WILL BE LOST
AS THESE TWO LARGE EGOS CLASH
LETS HOPE WAR IS NOT THE OUTCOME
AS THESE TWO LARGE NATIONS SMASH


DON'T FORGET " THE TRUMP CHRONICLES" YOU MUST BUY THIS BOOK.
I AM SORRY PRESIDENT TRUMP AND NORTH KOREA ARE GIVING ME MORE MATERIAL THIS IS PROBABLY 110 POEMS NOW ON THE TRUMP PRESIDENCY LETS HOPE WAR IS NOT THE OUTCOME.
Äŧül Dec 2016
The beach should be so special,
I want to go to a beach with you.
I want us to go to a private beach,
And give you an Australian greeting.
My missile will touch your bombs,
And then make way to your silo,
The Australian greeting is ****.
HP Poem #1288
©Atul Kaushal
JGuberman Sep 2016
1.

The peace of the brave
gave way to the war of allegories
illuminating our world
like a medieval manuscript
with a confusing colophon
of indecision.

2.

Unstable religious fuels
and volatile political compounds
energize the endless human wicks,
that light many an unsuspecting
yahrzeit candle.

3.

And love which may have
been 'stronger than death'
is not so strong lately
as an army that's already dead
cannot be defeated
as easily.

4.

"the children come right home from school"
Yossi said,
'perhaps they've already learned too much as it is?'
I think....
Our home is our castle
and like a missile defense
in American mythology
its walls are semipermeable membranes
of security.
Arur Hamas is a play on 'Arur Haman' which means "cursed or ****** Haman" and is said during the holiday of Purim. This piece was written during a particularly ugly period between Hamas and Israel in 2002. It was published in 2002 in MATRIX 1:2 pp 6-7 (Hamilton, New Zealand).
Jade Apr 2015
the scent of grass
rush of blood
adrenaline running
trembling nerves
the stench of fear stings

the missile soars
poised to ****
life to one
death to the other
tense binary
Daylight 4U2C May 2014
I get the crust and the gristle of a thistle once a missile shooting out into the sky and I cry, wonder why. Never sure what I feel for the meal of a deal and then words more like air slip the breeze in my hair, butterflies in the skies killing what kept my alive. Oh too bad, well how sad, if the songs last lines din't matter it'd harm, it'd make the soul so very mad. Here I fall, there I stand like a robot dancing to the tunes. It's demand. Hear I laugh, hear I cry. I hear the screams and feel the burn, so why? Why unsure, of what's telling me my life is so impure. Threatened heart, from the strings that wrap it, tearing it apart. Feel the clench of a bundle of what you yourself have drench and so benched. And you threw to me the horror show, I never so have thought would reckon me to be. I, to be, it's master and it's longing family, here I cry. Hear "I" cry. For I exist in heart, but never, not in mind. There I stand once again as a memory of all that I pretend. If I tried, to be real, the pieces fall apart inside. So I hide, then I quiver and I shake as 'me' is inside. I can touch to the shelter covered in the unbelieving, underachieving to be who I know I am to be. Or at least what you see. I crush the old me and start anew, though I grew. I, immortal to myself have stomped the true. And I become something greater than simple little shrew. Do not lie! For I see with one eye, the look through me. What you see is a host, not the ghost, that lives on. "Awh, look at me. I'm so strong!" Laugh along. Child there. Where? Oops, forgot to care. Now I stare, towards the end that's never ending like this script. Never ending. Twist and bending. Don't kid me, I'm no kid. I'm the body of a youth, but I am dead. I've destroyed myself, if others didn't do a perfect job. Hold up stop! I'm letting go, a bubble that will pop. It will burst, destroying me, if it doesn't **** me first. Here I stand. Hear I cry. There I go. I have died.
I don't know if I posted this before, but I don't think so.

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