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Àŧùl Nov 2015
They talk of spreading equality,
They call themselves religions,
Yet they restrict female prayers?

This is no equality,
They established no religions,
Only hypocrisy.
Many religions have few places of worshipping that don't allow women into their inner sanctum just because they think that women are impure due to *******.

My HP Poem #921
©Atul Kaushal
crackedheart Nov 2015
stop trying to be mister nice guy
when everyone knows you're the complete opposite
stop spreading awful lies
and make everyone think that's the truth of it

you smile pretty pretty
but then suddenly want to **** me
don't you dare stab me behind my back
i'll grab your knife and stab you right back

i don't get why
you have to tell lies
when everyone knows you're lying
there's no point in vying

what's your problem?
you're so paranoid
you can't solve them
just because you're life is a void

you seek happiness
in times of people crying
because you know that your fakeness
is finally working

no, don't get me wrong
i didn't fall for your stupidity
d'you really think i believed all along
all your lies and all your fake stories?
to all those fakers out there, stop trying to be mister nice guy because not all angels worshiped God ;)
Hunger and Desire grew
'til bellies everywhere were
ruined for sustenance,
so in went the troops to wage
war against ideas and
when they arrived there were no
soldiers to speak of

so they set up tents
and didn't go away

they sang drunken war-songs
until the moan of starvation bellies
sang louder and more terribly

"That must have been them
the whole time!" they said, and
suited up for the charge.
So they trained their shells at the city
excited to see if target practice
had done them any good

but all they did was mortar themselves to bits

squadrons of video-game experts
sent drones overhead to drop
Hallmark cards titled "Why it's your fault"
and coupon booklets for American
chain shopping outlets to come

but they only marginalized
and condescended themselves

"Bring in the reinforcements!"
they cried, even conscripting
their hapless targets. This mob,
too, was a hungry belly
bellowing for satisfaction,
a cannibal ***
simmering

So they set up tables and stacked
boring paperwork, filing away
spirits broken by shrapnel and white
phosphorus

but they only resigned themselves
to imaginary lines and the plunder
of Control, insensibly
****** themselves to death

while they watched,
perplexed.
“Two things are infinite:
the universe and human stupidity;
and I'm not sure about the universe.”
― Albert Einstein
Brent Kincaid Oct 2015
White man, right man
Seriously uptight man
Black man, whack man,
Cutting him no slack man.
Red man, dead man
Never be the headman.
Brown man, down man.
Treat him like a clown man.

Stereotypes, stereotypes!
Notice how it rhymes with hype?
The habit of the ***-wipes
A bitter fruit that’s always ripe.

Poor man, for sure man,
Can’t afford a ***** man.
Waiting on the shore man,
Sweeping out the store man.
Broke man, stroke man
Too poor to smoke man.
Struggle under yoke man.
**** of every joke man.

Stereotypes, stereotypes!
Notice how it rhymes with hype?
The habit of the ***-wipes
A bitter fruit that’s always ripe.

Fey man, gay man
Nothing more to say man.
Please just go away man.
No equal rights today man.
Liberal man or little man
Nothing but a middle man.
Playing second fiddle man.
Never solve the riddle man.

Stereotypes, stereotypes!
Notice how it rhymes with hype?
The habit of the ***-wipes
A bitter fruit that’s always ripe.
Mickey Lucas Oct 2015
I thought about writing down all the ways you destroyed me but every time I tried I ended up writing my own name.
it's harder to leave the place that's killing you when all of the people you love are there and you think of ways to hold them but they just keep telling you to let go.
let go
let go
you keep forcing yourself to believe you'll be happier that way but really when will you be happy? when will the dark circles under your eyes go away?
when will you forgive yourself for not being there when your brother blew out his birthday candles? when you weren't there to pick up the pieces of your little sister's heart when it was destroyed for the first time, and all the times after that.
he'll say you were different but he drinks whiskey with her too and now your voice always cracks when you call someone else baby. you'll whisper into her hair "honey i'm never going anywhere" but rocks turn into sand and leaves turn into dust and you turn into a memory she won't have the pleasure of forgetting.
I'll count the bruises that cover my stomach and pick out the ones that look most like something you'd apologize for.
I'll convince myself that I only ran back to you because I was homesick. I don't think we fit each other no matter how much I want us to, you were the closest and I'm terrified of what's going to happen after I'm gone.  
write down the names of all the lovers that left your hands cold and your eyes red and ask yourself why they're starting to look more like a picture frame and less like the person that never really said goodbye.
start drinking your coffee black because there's always a bitterness on your tongue anyways and scream their name at the walls because they will always listen to you.
we were alcoholics by 16 because the way they looked at you was too suicidal for a child to survive.
the school is so close to the hospital we're starting to feel comfortable with emergencies now.
this is an abandoned tape that keeps repeating itself and I am tired of waiting for someone to find it.
Amashi de Mel Sep 2015
I was my only answer,
My only source of resources.
My listener,
My advicer.

I was also my worst enemy.
I got myself into a deep pit and realized there was no one to blame, but my self.
Thomas Newlove Sep 2015
If I could travel back in time
I'd travel back to yesterday.
To feel the pain I felt again -
A price I deserve to pay.

If I could travel back in time
I'd travel back two weeks,
To before you found out any of this,
To before my love-drunk speech.

If I could travel back in time
I'd travel back two months ago.
If I could erase the mistakes I made
I'd erase them for you now.

If I could travel back in time
I'd travel back a year,
Before we'd even become good friends,
So you'd never shed a tear.

If I could travel back in time
I'd travel back to '92,
And **** my new-born infant self,
And make the world a treat for you...
Well I said, “Are you sure,”
And you said, “Doesn't matter,”
But I can't seem to remember what that means
So I didn't look back
And I spent all your money
On a tank full of gasoline

When that had run out I left my last measly dime
In a cab out on first street where I left my mind
In a cheap motel room with a **** who would find
I'd be gone in the morning, not a dollar behind
She'd be paid in a song that she's too good to hear
On an old mixed tape for the next one

Well I have to say I believed every word
And remember your face turning gray when you heard
That I'd be leaving next Tuesday but soon would return
And you needn’t wait up for long

All the ******* you spat about loving your life
And the stories of your ex at home sharp’ning the knife
I can’t say I wasn't convinced but you had a few tells
I was too dumb to see

Now I'll make a living staring out at the pier
Writing dumb ****** songs of how it was with you here
And you can find someone who has common sense
And  find out just how much they'll put up with
But when the curtain falls and our time has run out
Maybe backstage again you'll let me taste your mouth
But just in the corner so no one can see
When you're in the “bathroom” and I'm being me

And I wonder if I'll ever write a love song again
And if what we had was just a lie
Or if maybe she wears better lipstick than me
Or if there's anything special you see in her eyes

Does she write you poetry and let you read it?
Does she draw a little worse than you?
Can she keep up with words like “perception” and know something’s wrong like I used to?

Or does she just not mind when you're high?
Does she not even care what you do in your life?
Does she give you pills with poison inside
And tell you that it'll be fun?
Well she's the one, isn't she
She's a real ******* keeper
You don't ever let her go
Because that's what you want, someone who doesn't care
And I'm not sure of the point when I started to know
AJ Aug 2015
I’m a witch when in the fire:
the taste, just like acid
dropping down the hole.

I’m a witch when I get out of here,
so devastated was the
dilapidated Ferris wheel.

I’m a witch when my mother comes
and succors me along,
but she don’t like
what I’ve been doing
at the witching hour--
only time I got to raise my flag.

I’m a witch when they come in
to make a martyr out of
flesh and bone. I live for the day
the people gather round’
and weep for the child of
ignorance and recreational hate.

I’m a witch when the riot
raise their fire. I’m unholy
so the temple must go down.

One, three, five, six,
give me, give me all of it.
I can take a lot, you see,
my will is unrelenting.
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