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A picket-line/
crossed-can/
leave-a-little/
man-lost/
despite-being/
just-a-boy/
when-the-strikes/
took-place./
Boundaries/
embossed/
leave/
dumbstruck/
picketed-rods/
strewn-across/
backs-of-polloi./
Uncled-pike./
Coked-hate./
The-coaly/
burrows/
are-filled/
and-gone/
from-sight/
but-the-feuds/
still-carve/
deep-shafts/
in-hearts/
and-min
ds/es./
Generations/
are-instilled/
with-wounds/
black-bright./
Scabby-crude./
That-dig/
and-craft-into/

an, asphyxiated, dead, canary,
at, the, very, bottom.

Of-a-pigeonholed/
unmoving-min
e/d./

© poormansdreams
This piece is inspired by an encounter I had the other day and I just had to write about it. It amazes me how generational grudges can be kept and stereotypes reinforced. Also, mildly, terrifying.
hsn Jan 10
automatic administering
of dense stereotypes -
the world is balanced
off of the practice of
       false sayings
        ostracizing
        disrespect
and yet, you deem
yourself a good person
how hypocritical
Flea Dec 2024
What is goth
But certainly not Machiavellian
Narcissist nor psychopathic
But yet it is the creative
Unique
And beautiful
Think about that
Before you judge a book by its cover
Flea Dec 2024
I might not seem like the mild
Mannered person
But be quite on with you
I look like a total
Sociopath
But really if
You by pass
The rough exterior
You will find light triad traits
As well as I kind soul
That is me
What you see sometimes isn’t what you
Get!
Carlo C Gomez Sep 2021
~
She reads the flaxen paper on her wall,
sees its patterns,
touches them.

They project her confusion in cold chamber light.

Stained hands,
convoluted heartbeat,
she creeps into the wall's design.

"Hysteria every time she opens her mouth," said the doctor.
"Rest will cure her."

She is nostrum,
and not permitted
to participate in her own diagnosis.

A man decides how she is allowed to perceive
and speak about the world around her.

Next time you're alone, look quickly at the wallpaper.

Look for the patterns and lines and faces on the wall.

Look, if you can, for her, visible only
out of the corner of your eye...

~
Casey May 2021
"If you're a guy, why do you carry around a purse?"

I stare at her, hard.
My gender therapist, questioning me?

To carry my ****. Why else?
Don't impose these stereotypes on me.


Also,
my jeans don't have pockets.
okay,,,, first of all--*****
birdy Apr 2021
Opinions,
Knives impaling frail muscles.
Their weight becomes,
Much to cumbersome.
Brumous Apr 2021
talents are like seeds;
they grow
with proper love
and care

it takes a while to find one
but nurturing them seems
delightful

seeing others having them is amazing
"it looks beautiful,"

actually, I have one;
right here laying on
my small, soft hands

as years went by,
it flourished; showing a
delicate flower

I am simply overjoyed
but,
.
.
.
maybe I got happy too much

since that naïve I
went to them
and showed them mine

without knowing
that perfection
was the base judgment;
and I was never passing that line



"what's the point of giving all MY time?"
Continuation:
'So, I sat by this plant;   watered it with envy;
as it bloomed dissatisfaction
built I with standards
as a meaningless façade,'
Kostas Trikalis Mar 2021
Resist
to the one who builds a small house
and says: well I am here.
Resist the one who came home again
and says: Glory be to God.
Resist
on the Persian carpet of apartment buildings
to the short man in the office
in the company import - export
in public education
in the tax
to me still telling you.

Resist
to the one who greets from the podium for hours
endless parades
to this barren lady who shares
forms of saints Lebanon and myrrh
to me still telling you.

Resist all those who are called great again
to the President of the Court of Appeal resist
in music the drums and percussion
at all the talking conferences
counselors drink coffee
to all who write speeches about the time
next to the winter heater
in flattery the wishes in so many bows
from scribes and cowards for their wise leader.

Resist the services of foreigners
and passports
in the terrible flags of the states and diplomacy
in ammunition factories
to those who say nice words lyricism
in thurias
in sweet songs with lamentations
to the spectators
in the wind
to all the indifferent and the wise
to others who make your friend
as well as to me, to me still telling you
resist.
Then we can confidently move on to
Freedom.
Resistance to the stereotypes of poetry
Creepypumpkins Mar 2021
Tv
According to the TV I am the soldier who strangled his wife
I’m having a nightmare I do the deed
According to the TV I am ******

According to the TV I am the serial killer who murders women
Just because I had a bad childhood
According to the TV I am ******


According to the TV I am the school shooter because I was bullied
The point where it traumatize me
Cording to the TV I am ******

According to the TV
The TV is ****
For not everyone is like that
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