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Graff1980 Mar 2015
Queen to Osiris
Gleaming Iris
Goddess’s’ power
Took all the pieces
To put her lover
Back together
Under the cover
Of Ra’s radiance
Feminine power
Birthing history
So how is her story
Stolen and forgotten
Name subverted
By sons she never gave birth to
Nations under another religion
Violence
Silencing the feminine mystique
Shrouding beauty and wisdom
Beyond black veils
Of bullets and ****** bodies
Instead of concealing their sickness
Behind the Muslim Religion
They should take another name
Like crazy murdering *******
Justin G Jan 2015
A heart lost in vanity

                                              Will service and suffice
                          
                         My Lack of paradise  

      May all my enemies Die

 From a heart of Envy
    
                                 May their hopes descend into Despair

         No need for friends or Family

                                All I desire in this world is

                                             Glitter
    ­                                             &
                                              Gold

        ­                     I only require the Finer things
                                            
             ­                                      The Shiny things

                  They are the fuel to my

                                            
Greed


                       They are the *Love
of my life
                                    
                 My nutritious Diet

      My everyday Health plan

                My Psychologist
      
                        They keep my eyes Green

                                        They keep me going

    They keep me Safe

                                                       ­ They keep me Sane.
            

                                         V
                                           A
                                              N
               ­                             I
                                  ­           T
                                           Y


                       Oh how I have succumbed to it's beauty

             Its Art                                             
            ­                                                     
  It's Terror  
                              It's Pleasure                        

                                                           Its Life  

                       It's Wonder

                 The sensation it brings me is Unworldly              
   
                             I had to Devour its taste

             I needed to Sink my teeth

  Into its Succulent
          
                             Irresistibe  

                                      Tranquility

         ­                                          The Honesty 

     ­                                   It Possesses  

                         Is Euphoric in nature. 
                             
                                                 They say I am Addicted
                
                    Delusional
                                                            And Shallow
                
        But I say they are Conflicted

                                                 ­             Envious

                    And Callow.


                           *A heart full of vanity
                                         Had thee eyes of insanity
This was originally going to be another 10w poem, but I ended up being bombarded with ideas and conjuring up this materialistic and crazed individual. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. : )
Crystal Erickson Dec 2014
Drazen days abrasing me
to launch myself into delinquency.
The selfish truths we plead
and cry no heed,
to those who beg for our attentions.
The masses play to the puppeteers whims.
They dance this way, they spin that way.
They fall and rise and stumble through the lies.
The whole while everyone laughing inside.....
Believing themselves to be superior.
What foolish games we live by here.
The present now has lost sight of it all,
their "souls" are lost,
and wandering farther from whats real.
I am alone here in this place.
The place they carelessly erase.
Where shall I go when all is gone?
No where to be, no more song.
I seem to be the only one with resistance....
I am trapped and can't find the distance....
To place between myself and their existence.


© Crystal Erickson  04/10/08
Ever been in a public place and look around and see people going about their daily lives.  Like if they are in some perfectly normal world where everything is the way it should be.  Like there's no hunger and starving and war and dis pare.  Like they are better then everyone else and deserve whatever wealth they have.  Society doesn't care what its doing to our planet or our species.  People just allow it to happen and go along with it and do what they think their "Betters" tell them to.  I can not get my head around the sheep mentality that our society has.  How the people of our nation flock and follow without question.  Is there nothing inside that tells them this is wrong!
Mark Ball Aug 2014
That
Self-Made
Noose
Is
Living proof
Of our
Existence.
Something different
Zoe R Codd Jul 2014
Sometimes I feel as if
You have something to say;
Like it is on the tip of your tongue...
But you push it away,
And swallow those words
That would create sentences,
Which would develop paragraphs
That would have meaning.
Those significant phrases-
Shunned and Lost,
Deep into the depths
Of your conscience.
I do realize that this
May seem like over-analyzation,
But I see a glimmer in your eye
That deserves to turn into
Fireworks.
Justin S Wampler May 2014
Listen close, you'll hear the screaming behind my laughter.
Like if you look hard enough, imperfections become amplified by our attempts trying to hide them.
And if you stop to smell how the world really is, you're left with tasting what you had for lunch.
Or maybe if you spend enough time pondering the things you think about, being sentient loses meaning.
This poem hates me.
Steve Raishbrook Apr 2014
In school they always tell you to be nice
But as you get older that doesn't suffice
You’re forced to join the rat race
Get blood on your hands and dirt on your face

You’re compelled to live up to societies expectations
Make time for your disingenuous relations
While you’re spoon fed meaningless entertainment
Where did I sign up for this ****** arrangement?

Now as I’m writing this
I’m entering the abyss
Of my own personal doom
While those around me mindlessly consume

— The End —