Consumerism Capitalism Tabloidism Buy Grow Shock Work Thrive Scare
Debt Certainty Theatre
Is this really human progress? Are we a truly happy society when we’re constantly burdened with the pressure to build grow and develop our world in this manner.? I fear for those who cannot keep up. Third world countries left behind whilst global super powers monopolise this planet. What’s next for us all?. Divisions, greed Can’t be the way.. our problems are not the problems of our neighbours who may need more help than us.
We are cyclic beings Living under our cyclic mother We howl to her and she turns red Our cheeks and finger tips blush Like a cherry Like blood Like a fire with a heart We become her We bleed, we ovulate, we phase In an infinity loop (Mirror images, round, fertile energies) Becoming and unbecoming
you can't game & watch the clock, that's how you lose another stock, she run away with your cash, its a smash and dash, over in a flash, at least you still got to tap dat ***, sitting back puffin da herb, think how its so absurd that 69 be the cap in smash, that's the ultimate smash, ****** innuendo right in front of your face, hurry up and get your fix, that taste, that glaze all over her face, yeah.
Marno T. Rupert had nothing to lose, or so he thought as he sat on the moon. He held he breath. He didn't want to die so soon.
Marno T. Rupert had only gotten his powers about an hour or so ago. What he didn't know is though the river flows so slow up unto this point he grew so small. The waterfall slows his fall but, Marno T. Rupert learned nothing at all.
He jumped back to earth to examine his worth. He felt lonely, being the one and only under the sun... the only son of a gun who got super powers.
Marno T. Rupert could jump over towers, but he felt like he wasn't particularly great or good. He always was late and misunderstood. He didn't like "fate" or his neighborhood.
And so... He went back home. He zipped his lips. After all, Marno T. Rupert was a pacifist.
He decided to become a scientist, a friend to society even though he could throw a car for miles and meanwhile bounce bullets off his chest. You see? He was super but a man. Changed his brain and used his pen.
Just a first draft of a poem I wrote at work. 12/6/18.
How's it going, these days? Pretty good. How's your family been? I wouldn't know-- I renounced the blood. In doing so, I kicked the sick. I can't make a better world, but I can pen an ending to this ancient curse.
I can choose a family, & I chose the vertebrae that puts my spine back in alignment.
I always had this choice. Now I can see it. I can let the blood, and guarantee the world, I'll have no progeny.
Trust me, when I say it's my gift to you and yours.
Grow up girl u’ve got responsibilities These are now anthems I hear often But how? Am still a kid, so innocent and pure How do I cope with this new forcefully imposed me I don’t want to be accountable for anyone I don’t know how I want the old days back The nurturing I disregarded and saw as pestering I want it I want it back I want it now You can’t be asleep now it’s a school night Help them get ready I don’t want to hold the key Neither do I want to choose or make suggestions As they would want me to I take all the ache Bottle up the anger and be good Or at least seem to Laugh and be the big sister They all look forward to But why? I just want to be a kid again I never got to blossom or be a teen I became stuck as an adult at a premature age an instant mom Advisably This is my fate I dammed all and accepted it But what choice do I have I hope I do it right.
this was inspired by my fav TV series shameless i saw myself in the character fiona alot and suddenly dawn on me, i was there, it also inspired me to write this piece pls enjoy and tell me what you think