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Andrew Rueter Apr 2023
How much should
society and the individual
change for one another
when it's our duty as individuals
to adjust to different social settings
but it's our duty as a society
to be as inclusive as possible?
SUDHANSHU KUMAR Jul 2021
I'm still shy,
And it's not a lie.
They ask me, why?
But I don't have a proper reply!

This fact, I can't deny!
That, I'm an unsocial guy.
They ask me to give it a try,
But I can't talk to them eye to eye.

I'm a person with no social ally,
Because I know, they all are a sly.
Yet sometimes, I look for them nearby,
Mostly then, when my pain leads me to cry!

Now, it's time to identify,
In actual, who am I?
Am I born to be a societal fly?
Or, I'm destined to chase the sky?
A flow of rhymes....
Sly - cunning
Elena Jan 2019
I think love is what we need in the world.
We needed it so badly we created it. Then we fought over it. And we corrupted it. It even became a disease. Until we found it had a medicinal effect. It could heal.

Love seeps into the ground where we bury it. The decay leaves traces of it. So is love also in death? Love is powerful indeed.

If love can find its way in life and death, it must not be mortal like us. Perhaps we can call it Divine. It must be what we see when we look up to the sky.

That’s why we describe it in so many ways. It flows like the blood in our veins. And when we no longer have the strength in our heart, it becomes the soul of our own.
Ocean fires Apr 2017
Tears marked the ****** of his masculinity

Feminity died with the mud on her jeans
Benjamin Bauda Apr 2017
She has blossomed like a flower.
Her smiles her blush tell that she is fresh and young.  
She walks like a bird that had just learned how to fly,
Ignorant of the predators, around her.
She smiles with one and laughs with the other
dangling from hand to hand.
She is in charge; it’s her time to rule.


The good uncle sees her and wonders how fast
the baby of yesterday have become the woman of today,
The bad uncle salivates as he sets his trap and patiently wait.  
her elder sister other older single ladies are jealous of her.
Her mates of the opposite *** see her, as though for the first time.


She is the center of attraction.
She is like the tree of life in the Garden of Eden.
She is Junior’s door to adulthood and an opportunity to boost her seniors ****** experience.
She is the side chick to auntie’s boyfriend and junior’s girlfriend.
She swims ignorantly in between sharks thinking they are dolphins.
She is a teen girl, she is endangered.
k y Jan 2016
Count the numbers and don't forget
to subtract two, because
you're wearing 1,2,3,4 layers of clothes.
And can you hear me?
Repeat after me, "I am pretty, I am free."
Don't forget to minus three for every plus because,
"You're not good enough", and "they're better".

But darling don't forget you must keep track,
of the way they spoke to you last night
so you can retaliate tomorrow morning.
And the last few whimpers that escape
when you're screaming in the shower,
with the water turning red.
You, you did bad again!

Don't forget to look up and down,
and left and right before you take a bite.
Don't you go letting yourself behave like
such an animal!
Don't you know that this is not your body?
Did you forget that we are here
to make you happy!
something different. my thoughts on how society has such high standard's when it comes to physical appearance.
Brent Kincaid Jun 2015
While not everybody naps
Simply everybody craps.
If you don’t you’re a goner
I swear by my honor
There’s no substitute for it
So just get used to it.
It’s like boogers, you see
It’s not talked of openly.

The public has an allergy
Of what can be said honestly.
You can admit to burping
But must do so excusing
As if you had taken a dump
Instead of expelling a lump
Of non-poisonous gas.
Society is a ***.

And while we’re at it
We live in a world here
Where ******* are reshaped
And formed by a brassiere
But no crotch bulges for men
Especially not big shaped ones.
As I have already implied
Society is a mean son-of-a-gun.

Breastfeeding an infant is
Seen as some kind of ****
But under-aged girls in bikinis?
That is why men were born.
They were put on earth to see
And love nature and its gifts.
But women in public should
Not show uncovered ****.

Just remember this and
You will do very well.
Being natural is for sure
The best way to go to hell.
You must always look to
The bluenosed of society
To shape your fine sense
Of decency and propriety.

A natural person, as God made
Is surely just the Devil’s work.
Because the Devil is more
Important that that God ****.
God and Santa make lists
And punish us by and bye
But Satan does it right now
And then spits in your eye.

So, be the proper citizen
And don’t do what is natural.
Following on nature’s bent
Will do you no good at all.
Even though the Bible won’t
Agree to this simple plan
Just look around you to learn
What is in society’s plan.
Xan Abyss Oct 2014
In this grand catastrophe, I see
Mankind's destiny
For all our history
Is written by the winners
There will never be
A perfect form of amnesty
When books of divine law are being
Written by the sinners

There's no escaping paranoia
No release from ignorance
And pseudo-genius thrives upon
A lack of common sense
There is no one in this world who can
Show you what you are
A depressing waste of intellect
That hides behind their scars

You dwell within what you believe to be reality
No purpose or direction in this mundane gallery
You live with your convictions of inferiority
And out of fear you'll stay right there, still choosing not to see

What was, what is, what could be
The right, the wrong, the gray
The truth, the lies, you won't open your eyes
Because you're too afraid

You bathe in apathy as a form of self-defense
A textbook example
Of a runaway in hiding
You keep yourself in shadow and you do your very best
To stick to the waning shelter of denial

And there's no escaping paranoia
No release from ignorance
And pseudo-genius thrives upon
A lack of common sense
There is no one in this world who can
Show you what you are
A depressing waste of intellect
That hides behind their scars

You dwell within what you believe to be reality
No purpose or direction in this mundane gallery
You live with your convictions of inferiority
And out of fear you'll stay right there, still choosing not to see

What was, what is, what could be
The right, the wrong, the gray
The truth, the lies, you won't open your eyes
Because you're too afraid

And you will live
Until you die
Fearful of failure, refusing to try
Silencing all your desires within
To be something greater than what you have been
And without fail
That day will arrive
When you will decide to open your eyes
And on that day
At last you will see
You could have been what you wanted to be
But on that day
You will realize
That life has passed you before your closed eyes
And you will feel
Bitterness, rage
At the fact that you slept through your whole life
Afraid.
From my anarchist-commune dwelling crusty ******* kid days.
Xan Abyss Sep 2014
In a world full of gods and monsters
Where do you stand?
In a world full of gods and monsters
Where does your loyalty land?

Are you an angel? Spreading forgiveness
Across the wretched globe
Are you a demon? Spreading deception
Poisoning our hopes

In a world full of gods and monsters
Where do you stand?
In a world full of gods and monsters
What do you demand?

Will you rise to face the tyrant, and fall in the name of justice?
Or will you bow before the might of the unstoppable forces?
Death will come for all of us, but those who fought the fight
Will be remembered always, gods and monsters of the time

In a world full of gods and monsters
Where do you fall?
In a world full of gods and monsters
Do you fight at all?
In a world full of gods and monsters
Who claims your soul?
In a world full of gods and monsters
Are you divine or infernal?

Will you align yourself with the light and crush the shadows as they rise?
Or unite with the darkness of night  to bring about a new sunrise?
Do you stay with these ancient ways of the gods above the earth? Or will these creatures kept in hiding finally emerge?

In a world full of Gods and Monsters
Where do you stand?
It's a world full of Gods and Monsters
Do you understand?
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