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cope with all the greed  injustice and brutality
we learn about day in  day out

with some luck
these are not part of our own experience
but second hand  from news and media

this does not make it better  though
when trusted public figures fail

how to react
    to priests and teachers
          who abuse the young
    to presidents  dictators  populists
          leading astray their countries
    to our elected politicians
          unable to resist the lure
              and money
          of those special interest groups
    to ruthless powermongers  businesses
          that only work for profit
          not the common good
    
resistance is not easy
the choice of weapons in this conflict difficult

yet if we not resist
not make the global and the smaller perpetrators
accept responsibility for their misdeeds

our living years will soon grow fewer
and we shall hasten our journey
     to the end of all our needs
George Sep 29
I first feel it around the edges of my soul.

Like fingers on my shoulders.

I know him.  That one constant for my entire waking life.  An old friend saying hello.

He is charming and ruthless.  When you try to move, you feel claws not fingers.

He is the protector.  His is the menace.

He is the beast that did something when everyone else did not.
Em MacKenzie Sep 14
I told a story as a Roman a clef
for years the conflict plagued my mind,
I confessed that I've always been half deaf,
but you showed me that I was also blind.
How many jumps did I fail to leap?
How many catches left me with open arms?
I lost count when auditing the sheep;
I wish they'd just remain in their barns.

Unfortunately for poor me
I am cursed to never forget.
It's torturing to know what could've been,
if the future just had the stones set.
I'm nocturnal, banned from sleep
and I dread every new dawn.
It's so diurnal counting the sheep
'cause they just keep moving on.

You burned a bible for a statement of stand
for days my mind peaked at the thought,
so I examined every single grain and sand
and never questioned why the surroundings were so hot.
My tongue can tell a thousand lies
but my eyes and cheeks will always tell the truth,
for we share a mind while we share the skies,
to the elder seas from the drops of our youth.

Unfortunately for poor me
I am cursed to never forget.
The earth is scorches as far as the eye can see
and my dear the sun has permanently set.
I'm nocturnal, banned from sleep
and the pillow cases are mismatched and wrong.
I'm drowning in these thoughts so deep
and rewriting sentences that are far too long.

It's always easier to pretend it was nothing
than to ever admit it was everything.
I went from swimming in luxury to a life I've been roughing,
I've went from hearing birds to hating the bell's ring.
But that's all packed up in a box I labeled fragile,
and in smaller writing "never open again."
And the insomnia increases my headaches and stomach bile,
when all is broken where do you find the time to mend?

Unfortunately for poor me
I am cursed to never forget.
My new addiction is now gambling
on the one place I should never place my bet.
MoonBunny Aug 23
I have decided to forget,
All the misconceptions we used to have,
You forfeit all the love I gave,
I have to know what you gained,

I don't know if you still love me,
My inner thoughts are confronting me,
Yelling at me for I never had a place in your heart,
They said I have to be someone new,

I went to drown in the sea of love,
But I accidentally died in the sea of lies,
I survived but with so many masks,
You couldn't even tell who I was,

I grew into a statue of fake emotions,
They seemed real though,
Crystal clear halfheartedly smiles,
Not ruthless lies.
mc ish Aug 2
tampering with my unruly undecidable fate will result in your damnation
i am flowing with estrogen and auburn flames
shoot me with your attention?
and i will burn your name
you can not could not and will not control me longer
as quickly apparating as your fleeting joy
you do not own me
your vicious sneers and ripping of walls has only made me stronger
my little deaths are not your toy
i dont blame my wrath on your ruthless black magic
just as you cannot blame the sun for crashing into jupiter
nature has a way of making itself known
being angry has resulted in my newfound power. thank you.
Gray May 31
I wake up, it's already almost afternoon​.
My face looks like a gross greasy spoon​.
Now I'm hauling myself out of bed​.
I think to myself I rather be dead​.
I just don't understand why​,
My eyes just feel like they want to cry.​
Immediately I am collapsing down those wooden stairs​.
I feel like I'm descending into my own personal dark eternal despairs.
Now I am eating expired corn flakes​.
Here's another tally mark to my list of headaches​.
To answer your burning question​,
Yes, that's right I do have depression.

I'm on my way to my boring average school​.
I can already tell the day will be cruel​,
Just by seeing all the other loud students​.
Oh, heck I think I forgot to take my antidepressants​
I think I rather pass​,
On heading over to math class​.
If I don't finish all these problematic math equations​,
I'll be forced to take even more medications​.
Finally, the bell rings​.
Everyone else starts to pack up their things.​
I do the same as the rest​.
That's right, I am still depressed.
This one was meant for an ELA project i did awhile ago.
It's meant to be ruthless, but in a 'funny' kind of way.
Bethany G Blicq Dec 2016
My friend said

that only the tigers survive;

I ask,

what if a tiger helps all the others survive;

will the tiger remain as a tiger;

will the tiger still survive?

I will find the answer.

……….

Maybe my friend was right,

Maybe tigers cannot help anyone.


Maybe,

To get to the top,

You have to be ruthless and brutal.

I am not aiming that high,

I am just aiming to help others survive.
Written in 2016.
Bethany G. Blicq

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Francis Serra Oct 2016
I search this ocean of emotional wrath,
Rage building up from below the core,
I study the textbook acts of feeling hopeless,
In a world of halfwitted fools,
Whom I claim superiority over.

Behold! This artifact of false pride,
I discovered it as I meandered the ocean on my love boat,
Fighting constant rouge waves of selfishness,
It calmly floated through the white foams.

I defected on the **** deck,
Holding no desire for consideration of my mates,
Mates who could care less for me,
And my prejudice towards sailing on this body of water,
They then made me walk the plank.

My heart rate reaches a point of vulnerability,
As I struggle to hold my breath below the surf,
I lasted unusually longer than a month's worth of travel,
Floating on nothing but my buoyancy,
I reached shore,
Suffocating with no use of my hands and feet.

Ironically,
A lady fisherman retrieved me from the waves,
Reciting a prayer, then proceeding CPR,
I regain consciousness, gasping for air,
Forgetting what was to become of me,
I grab her by the torso of her slicker,
And kiss her passionately,
With no ***** given.

She did of course kiss me back,
Confused but delighted,
Once she realized what was occurring,
She pulled away smiling,
I gave her a glance projecting my ruthlessness,
Because I am in fact,
Superior to the king himself.

The sun looked innocent,
As the clouds rolled in viciously,
This storm seemed like an old friend,
I recall it's grubby warfare,
Kicking me around as I swayed to and fro,
On the mahogany of my dear rig,
A rig that has been stolen from me,
On the lost sea of emotional wrath.
Couldn't tell you what this means.
BellonasBride Jun 2016
People say that teenagers are angry
Rebellious and they think that’s
******
And they say we’ll grow up
Someday

People can’t comprehend why
Teenagers don’t care about their education
They don’t understand why
Some of the… young people
Die by their own hand

People say we’re too young to know what
REAL problems are
Yes. Too young by far
But little does a politician know
About what the media
which they allow
To go on
what it has done
To my brain.

Little does the mother know
Why her child comes home and
Slams the door
She asks him ‘why?’
But he tries to ignore her
because it’s hard to explain
What the kids in school say

And you’re right if you think
That if the child would speak up
They’d get noticed.
But awareness is NOT everything

Little do you know that I am angry
Because I think I have an open mind
But I just don’t get why the
Humankind is blind
To what’s going on.

I love to learn but not to educate
Because that concept
Turned
Meaningless
When they added a dress code
A behaviour code
…an exam

Education turned into
Stress
And hatred towards school.
People say things like
kids are cruel
But **** all do they know
What that girl who hung herself
Last week
Felt
Because she was too afraid to speak

And now we have to change the word from
cruel to ruthless
Because they make you feel ******* useless
And you’re really clueless

You still can’t see that
When she killed herself
She had in mind that she could
Never... be that
Person who can light up someone else’s day
Because she was always sad inside

And she thought she had to die
Because she knew that her teachers
Were clipping her wings
And she didn’t want to live because she was destined to fly

**It’s not the kids who don’t understand that die
It’s the kids that do
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