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jack of spades Dec 2015
what’s the good institution
when evil is institutionalized
what’s the good teacher
when the student is criminalized

instill in us some morals, sure
but what are morals in a
“more or less” world?

bite the hand that feeds
it’s only poison you’re eating
bite the hand that feeds
these aren’t the toxins you need

cats out of their bags
lions in their cages
eat it raw eat it raw eat it
red and soaked in blood

bite the hand that feeds
it’s only poison you’re eating
bite the hand that feeds
these aren’t the toxins you need

bite the hand that feeds
bite the hand that feeds
eat it raw eat it raw eat it red
bite the hand that feeds
it’s poison it’s poison it’s
toxic waste toxic time toxic
valentines with pretty lies

bite the hand that feeds
it’s only poison you’re eating
bite the hand that feeds
these aren’t the toxins you need

these aren’t the toxins you need
not the toxins
not the toxins
not the toxins you need
something fast and angry and punk rock
Moji K Dec 2015
Word.
Rhyme, rhythm
Song.

Beat.
Phrasing, lyrics
Heart.

Love.
Hate, discordant
Sentiment.

Passion.
Fire, stirring
Fervour.

Song.
Melody, call
Strain.

Song of my heart,
Heart of my song.
My entry poem.
Moji K Dec 2015
black infection
encrusted society

shifty figurehead
sightless humanity

labelled multitudes
open forgery

smokescreen to the social order

decomposing culture
dead camaraderie
Kick in an amp or something
Break a couple rules
Let out all this angst at nothing
Just break down and rock

I need to cut The Punk loose
I've tied him up too long
Let me ease my ******* loud-mouthed soul
With some nasty
******
Noisy
Rock 'n' roll

Let me yell until my voice hurts
And play til my fingertips bleed
Feel the beat that my gramps said would send me to Hell

Yeah...
That sounds sweet.
my gramps never actually said I'd go to Hell, but it works in the poem, so.... whatever.
KZ Dec 2015
Their passion,
Their soul.
Picked me right up even when I was low.
Their beauty,
Their skill,
Made the void in my heart fill,
With love,
With acceptance,
With happiness,
That I cant even finish this sentence.
They helped me,
Saved me,
The picked up my broken pieces,
And healed me.
//KZ.M
Hi guys,
Today is  4 Years of 5 Seconds of Summer.
They are a quartet who I have been supporting for almost 4 and a half years. I watched covers (not regularly around 2011 when I first got google, youtube and any social media) I have been following their journey theres no doubt about that, and its blessed me.
I talk about this band a lot because they are only a couple years older than ne, and they have the ability to change the society we live in, they have given us a platform to express ourselves and be proud. I have grown up listening to older bands and 5SOS  are the first artists(who are my generation sought of) that i have felt a deep connection with, age wise, maturity wise, character wise.
I just want to say thank you 5SOS;
Michael Gordon Clifford,
Ashton Fletcher Irwin
Calum Thomas Hood
And my Hemmo,
Luke Robert Hemmings.
Thank you for saving me **
-Khizara-Zoya
Austin Heath Nov 2015
To call this madness is no longer indignant,
nor would it be a cliche to call me;
Insane, mad, crazy, or wild.

I pilot a nightmare
at the speed of homicide
into the jaws of hell,
the heart of a storm.

My friends are jackals and demons,
With eyes glassy and trapped open.
Heartless as myself.
Howling vulgarities into the apocalypse,
laughing as they bleed
From the mouth.

With death as our bride, and
standing elbow to elbow with legends,
we bear gifts of iron and fire.
We scream into the sunset,
And we are immortal forever,
Even if we die every day.

Remember me this way,
as immortal forever,
Even if I don't see tomorrow,
For I am no longer
Flesh & bone
Steel & fire.

I am a legend.

With love,
Yellowjacket
Vincent S Coster Oct 2015
Maybe you could scold me
Tell me that you love me so
Dig my grave with your
Harsher words
But hey man I don't care

Sid and Nancy had it made
****** chic stupidity
In a hotel bed
Glazed eyes
And soft carpet touch
Like a thorn in the side of youthful folly

Keep it *****
Keep it fresh

Bleed on me
Taken from the collection The Spirit of Youth which was the third collection of poems. ©Vincent S. Coster 2012
Sweet treat
Steel cap boots
Suspenders can't be beat
Shaved head
Swinging hips
*Strutting down the street
pin Sep 2015
Long on the road, they say the train is faster to take
What they say, who's they
The train is faster in the car, in the middle of the walk way
I draw like an angel on drugs
You draw like a demon
A fallen nephiliam
OK, I see the little boy in you
It makes me feel safe
I could'nt want more
I realized my life ******, in a boredom type of way
When you weren't here
But you know
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