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Why so much violence
Why can't we find peace
Why are you protesting
causing so much destruction
is that really better ?
Breaking windows
spraying hate upon
these walls
Your destroying
people's lives
your turning our
city into a ugly ****** up
How does that get your message across ?
Grow the **** up
and look up protesting
see it's meaning are you reading the meaning ?
It's about using your voice and standing up
Your all acting like brats
hurting others
acting like bullies
that's not protesting
your not getting attention
Your getting us *******
I hope you get to feel the
damage your causing
You belong in a cell
Where you can't destroy
and steal and throw
temper tantrums
Where you can't spread
your ugliness
and we can find peace
and find our way ahead
It has to stop
your not proving anything
I know you must be stopped
it has to end
it's no longer about
race or hate
It's about adults who are
acting like children
You need to learn
the meaning
of protesting
You need to build others
up and help people see
there is a way forward
So stop just stop
We can handle this
You need to be taught
a lesson and karma
will handle you soon
I just hope sooner
not later
© Jennifer L DeLong 🦏
Lives of the imagination
Loves as well
Are grieved more often
With similar despair
And greater melancholy
Than those of the world

As far as I can tell
There's closure in a coffin
It's to compare
That is folly
Those thoughts should be hurled
Or invite damnation
Akta Agarwal Mar 24
Freely giving unconditionally to the unknown person
With the thought of helping them
To give some peace as per our own status
And as said to give without the think of receiving something in respect of this is the pure hearted love
But am not that pure
But I want to help them in my possible ways
It's really the kindest thoughts of giving them something from your own store
And when got to know bcoz of my utmost help they got their life and the children can able to fed his / her family
And no needs to beg
It will be the priest feeling that anyone can ever get
By giving them I didn't have done charity I had buy peacefulness and happiness with this.
It's not charity
It's thought of letting them developed.
Helping someone didn't means charity always
Why do I have a million feelings when I wish I could just feel one?

Why do I feel like I could soar across the sky, or float on top of the clouds one day, but then crumble down below the earth the next day?

What causes the bubbly feeling of laughter to be suddenly replaced with the grey storms of a heavy cry?

Why do I feel so sure of myself at times to then switch sides with the sudden urge to hide?

Why do I feel extraordinary most days, but plain at other times?

Why are people so hurtful with their words when I am so delicate with mine?

Why are others so quick to judge your cover before they dive into what is inside?

Why do life events happen before the blink of an eye?

Why does time feel so special that it cannot wait, and why does it insist on rushing by?

Out of all the events, emotions, actions, and words, why is there a million questions of why?
I heard it.
The sound of a string snapping,
I hope I was mistaken.

Silence collapsing under its own weight.
Scattered quarks and anti-quarks  
shattering the perfect neutral harmony.
The remorseless swelling of matter.
Until no stillness, no Nothing remains.
Lee Aaun Mar 12
love always start with yourself
or maybe ends
with others
do you start your love with you or end it on you?
O my heart, broken and betrayed; beaten, battered, bruised beyond Beauty's bear.

Though my eyes haven't yet spilled a single tear, O my heart, with aches foretell of heavy rain; of regret and remorse religiously retained.

At first my breath had ceased... had paused. Then my heart and mind; love and logic had waged a war; leaving my severed spirit... to bear its dear cross - Both Forsaken And Lost.
This is my most broken piece; the one whom I hesitated to share. However, my heart encouraged its release, saying others might feel the same.
moria Feb 8
why am i so small,
when my ambitions are far too tall?

i want to soar in the wind,
i want to feel a lovers kiss.

i want to be good at helping others,
so i may help my mother.

if i want to be tall,
then why am i so small?
another sleepy poem
Ken Pepiton Dec 2020
set the scene, you are old. As old as any one you ever knew.
Locked in

isolated for the incubation of whatever they
they, these
masked  others,
I see eyes only, like if Lone Ranger were inside out,
where his mask is, is eyes and their fleshy environs
to the edge of brows, still effectively
arching, one by one in some
models of these hoo-min…

whatever they swabbed in my gnose… is
Things morphevolverevolve and twist to catch a beam
slipping past the shades,

see, there
in your eye, I see, that mote be me, my self,
might I

extract my self and leave you wishing for more?
-- I got a techsupport call from a fading friend who forgot his pin, as if he knew,
I would remember all he has forgotten, we have a trust, he and I... I knew he would forget.
George Krokos Nov 2020
There are some people in the world who are very good liars
and quite a few others who also happen to be their admirers.
From "Simple Observations" ongoing writings since the early '90's.
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