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Pauper of Prose Aug 2018
With filthy fingers crusted in mud,
In ignorance we blissfully rub
Precious people and meaningful moments the wrong way
Until reflecting in our catalogue of memories one day
We see their true worth, the staggering figures of what they cost
And wisely lament on our poor loss
Jabin Aug 2018
Tender, tiny dollar bill-
you give my time such worth.
Give my life to buy a thrill
And a box put under earth.

My gravestone sits over there;
paid a pretty penny.
Manages to look so fair
Surrounded by so many.

The car I drive is so nice
For my ride to the yard
Do not ask of me the price
Lest your dignity be marred.

My golden watch is better;
Reminds of time well spent.
Paid off the hassling debtor.
Lived at work to pay the rent.
Mateah Jul 2018
There is a line                           
                                             That none dare to cross
On one side is riches                                       
                                      On the other is loss

The thing that stops them
Strikes fear like a wraith
It's the "truth" of deception
In those who have faith

One side is worse                                   
But ignorance is bliss                                          
                          ­              You cannot cross over
                                                            ­Or in your next life you'll regress

In                there          no        
       reality                is          line

The            line     ­  within
only           is    

The line has been caste
                                                    down
But
the­y
ignore
its
abolishment
DISCLAIMER: I do not mean to offend anyone by this poem or the meaning behind it. Poetry is raw, which means it can be harsh too. The way I speak of Hinduism in this poem could be considered harsh, and I apologize if it does.
EXPLANATION: Okay, so this poem is inspired by the caste system of India which is heavily based on Hinduism. The caste system basically places a person in a caste (or social grouping) based on the family they are born into. The system says that you cannot change your caste (i.e. if your father was a soldier, you have to be a soldier). If you do try to change your caste, it is considered bad karma; you may become a lower being or lower caste in your next reincarnation. The caste system used to be enforced by law, but was legally abolished in 1949. However, due to it being a religious practice as well, it is still upheld by many people in India (specifically the more rural areas). With this poem my goal was to sum up the state of some of the Hindi people of India in relation to the caste system.

P.S. Sorry for the essay! :)
Harry Roberts Jul 2018
It's All Or Nothing,
But Don't ******* Test Me.
I Will Burn The ******* Scoreboard, Break The Floorboards, I Get Proper ******* Testy.

Classic Gay As Bright As Day At Night I Get Messy.
Religious Abandon I Couldn't Stand Them, So Now I Guess I Will Bless Me.

No Wonder I'm Stressy, Guess God Could Just Hex Me, Demons Begone Because Jesus Just Text Me.
I Have Some Quirks That Aren't Always Perks, I Know Of Pain But I Don't Drop Percs, Who Is The Same? I Mean To Live Is To Work.
While We're All Burnt Out They Laugh & Shirk.

I Could Just Shriek From The Reek Of The *******,
I Could Just Snap At The Crack Of A Bull Whip.
Harry Roberts - All Or... © 27/07/18
Laura Jul 2018
In America
You're either rich or ******
Or privileged enough
To be ****** by the rich
Medical bills
Car insurance
Groceries
Utilities
Student loans
******* that nobody can afford
Yet everybody pays for
Because this is America
And we need to have it all
In America
I'm ******
Because I'm not a millionaire
And that's the kind of salary you need
In order to survive
awknight Jul 2018
fragments of shadows found in between my finger tips
and your collar bone
provide safety in breathing
in tracing
reciprocating souls find a home
in exchange of glances and
colorful explosions followed by gentle,
studious hands.  
reify things only dreamt of or written about
in tales of gods and poetry of the rich man.

leave the rest of the world adust
as they fall in their intentions --
in their questions,

we write among the stars
what they could not dare to fathom
as we all look toward a single sky.
Steelyvibe Jul 2018
With loads of time to fantasize
About living the Bermuda paradise
San Tropez, Marbella and Capri
The French Riviera and the Mediteranean sea

Dyed blonde hair and teeth like pearls
Night club champagne 'In Crowd' girls
Dance in Rome and kiss in Paris
Luxurious lifestyle you learnt to cherish

Paparazzi socialite idle rich
Expensive sports car posing *****
Boeing, Concorde club class flying
Jet stream travel is electrifying
Jet Set from the 60's & 70's
My fix can’t be craved
My hunger is never waived
I’m so enslaved
By noon here comes my hookup
Time to shoot up
Thick, long hair, little waist
Makeup all on her face
She is as hollow as a dead tree
Only skill is to be on a knee
But the drug is leaving me
My hand shakes
Sweat lakes
Stomach aches
Until the clock strikes seven
Now I’m in heaven
Oxy, lean, xan , hurry Kevin
I need to feel no pain
Clear the clouds in my brain
Put life in my veins
It’s only temporary
Then I go get merry
Head to my library
Inside green papers only
That way I’m never lonely
Because Benjamin is my *****
My day comes to end
I’m full on my sin
Well until the sun comes again
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