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deyrah 1d
Those kisses, hold no weight.
Those hugs, they hold no feelings.
Those caresses, they hold no tingling.
Those cuddles, hold no warmth.
Those eyes... why are they so cold??
Those words, well they didn't hold any truth in them.
Even while yhu are here!
I am still alone!
Some times, love is not enough, not even the least, our human nature always wants more, t may not know what it wants in the moment, but... Our hearts always search for more.
I support truth,
in that,
I confess I’d rather
be immortal
& forget everyone
I’ve ever met.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_wAmGzy0AJE
on the 20th of February 1987,
a young boy realised there was no Heaven,
***** by a priest he would trust with his life
,
****** muddy tears as he cried out to Christ,

the pain and the shame twisted in him like a knife
harrowing and harrying the rest of his life,
the guilt and MORE shame-now he's the one to blame?
tyrannical abuse has put his soul in the frame

like Dorian Gray,his life is fading away,
like the thousands of others betrayed in the same way,
by authority figures with a license to abuse

who look on their sacred charges as toys to use
you seem confused,you've never seen it on the news?,
decades of abuse kids ***** and abused,
and the Nuns just as bad Girls treated like slaves,
innocent Babes buried in shallow graves




The grubby crimes committed by a small proportion
from child abuse to forced slavery and abortion
the conduit to heaven is a broken kaleidescope,
grubby Cherubim Satanicus removed all hope. rpt x 2

Cry til you have cataracts, modern day Cataphracts
trapped in the catacombs by the evil Tesseract,
of twisted trappings of a dead gods worship,
the treasure Galleons turned out to be Warships,
loaded with diseased idols that turn on you like the Ark,
eyes burnt out by evil primeval sparks,
friendly dolphins were revealed to be Sharks,
as you slowly slip...ever further in the dark.
This Poem and it's "Brother"- Unchristian was one of the most difficult things I've ever written.(it's not 100% finished,I need my full strength to finish it off)
Every PIECE of it is fact not fiction,I tried to tell My Story and that of my Friends old and new who suffered at the hands of monsters who claimed to be angels.

IS IT a small proportion? We'll never know how many.

Priest=*******.Resident.In.Every.Small.Town.
Simon 2d
Blood isn’t just binary. It’s conclusive. Full of nonsense that isn’t discernible by judgment itself. It’s conclusive because it matters. Rather then being a binary code full of testaments replacing information over something absorbed prior. Fluid control. Over a fluid encompassing passage. Passage through dark crevices it creeps. Creeping into the darkest of depths. While making the most sense. Sense without equal. Forms becoming taught from within, rather then being instructed on the surface. Structures within aren’t binary by instructed purposes alone. As being taught isn’t something left out in the dark, when it’s also able to learn in the light. Surfaces aren’t shifting. There migrating to better circumstances. One in the same. Correction has no values if one or the other isn’t what it always seems, when taking a closer look. Up close in its details, reveals it all. How much is one willing to see? Waiting for the views to be answered. Speculating isn’t contrary by any default. Viewing isn’t just a construct of pressed desires either. Simply a common observation. In that observation, blood carries all sorts of knowledge already in it’s grasp. Pinpointing the construct with pressed desires. No. It’s flowing any aspect in a system engineered by the steady constants all around itself. Different forms generating different instances of strife. While strife isn’t labeled by much, until something made further observations. The views are just consequential. Random instances in a random binary function. Detesting anyone’s views when carrying on without an interpretation involved. It’s consequential, by being its own aspect. Its own thing. Processing its own flow. Circulating its own properties. Wills and wants. Covering every crevice of the system. You are labeled by what…? Views? Observations? Interpretations? Shifty desires aren’t always what they seem when it’s covering every knowledge base in the machine. We walk in the embedded actions were instructed by. Shifting one moment without concern. Migrating the next, with stride and interest. Blood is the secret of knowledge because it’s covering the entire system, we breath. Feeling the information of the nerves hum the binary code better in circulation. Warming the blood with all it’s might! Blitzing past its flow of tightly fit closure. Information in the sense of blood cells. Nerve cells is another passage of rich knowledge. Blood is the secret focus that fissures in-between nerve cells generating basic structures on the surface. Instructed to be wild. Blood isn’t just focus. It’s taught to bind itself through the systems thinking they don’t require its binary frequencies. Frequencies polishes the hum of processes into delightful instructing. Body feels it. Other flowing systems sense it. Does viewing it understand it? Does observing wrap everything up into one bundle? Or does interpretation dissolve all visuals into one encompassing tale? About (how it should work?) Before realizing ones, interpretations are held beneficial by views and observations. Detested by one who is viewing it by interpretation. Interpretation is wrong! Deeeeaaaadddd wrong! Interpretations on the surface. It’s to bad. Why don’t you try focusing from within? Might learn something more visually speaking then what interpretation wants with all its desires combined. When you figure that out. Your being instructed by the secret knowledge of bloods binary access itself.
Blood is sometimes discountable in relations of how dense it's properties can consume. Flowing through the nourishment of our body’s natural claims. And for what...? It just being there, as we do our own steady bidding?
Simon 2d
Stinging with rage! The skeleton would say. Not figuring out anything if never having layers is a good thing. Why must I have an upkeep in social deficiencies, if I can’t learn myself enough? The skeleton contemplated extensively. I’m too gray! Too…Tooooo… Poised! Being poised is a dampening effect. One revolutionizing logic without circumstance. Circumstance without valid reasons to erupt circumstantial balance. Deeming to involve constraints upon your own systems processes. Strife filling into those processes. Putting a bony skeletal hand to its bony chin. I’m a skeleton. I’m all strife! My bones don’t just sting. They rust! RUST!!! It said yelling with two skeletal arms moving clenching bony fists in the air. Try having rusted edges without completing desirable functions! Releasing edges without rust involved. I move one step, and SNAP! OOPS! Edges be screaming my velocities down the rut! Velocities pit my joints moving with other joints in an unbalanced poised expression. Poised is great. Having good flexible positions in the making. Except for the fact I sent the rusted edges. Which once again, is a catch of being too POISED! Maybe I should have asked for layers when wanting to become poised? But without favor. Favor of not having to worry about any deficiencies. Self deficiencies? It said opening it’s mouth wide. More like social deficiencies! I can’t go anywhere feeling my form is off completely! Skeletal arms in the air while staring up into the atmosphere. Mouth still open wide. What do I DOOOOO???!!! All the sudden, the skeletons stinging edges started to rust more. Huh?! Looking down at its skeletal body. Surprised and a little alarmed. The skeleton notices it wasn’t thinking. Since you sometimes don’t realize you just started thinking without one’s volition. The rusted edges were thinking. Or something sizzling with charisma? Charisma with claim, purpose, and factual statements. I don’t, UHHHHHHHH!!! Pausing deeply. Feeling something burn with rage! The stinging…! It’s getting more intense. I-I, I can’t stop myself from feeling it too much! It wants to envelope me. Wait? The skeleton stops. The stinging stopped all together. Not feeling the burning rage anymore. Whoa! Weird. W-what just happened? Sizzling effort of rust kept on thinking with sizzling charisma. OHHH! I get it now. The skeleton retracting its movements back to its original posture. I’m freaking out! Calling for what it seems to be. I’m detracting my own surface from its original desire. Bony hand against its chin. A claim without focus. The skeleton snaps it’s bony fingers. Feeling the sting rupture between rusted joints sizzling with claim, purpose, and factual statements. Away from the thinking. The skeleton seeing it’s joints become more flexible as two of it’s bony finger tips made contact with one another. Seeing is believing after all. It said smiling wide. Feeling the rusted edges absorb it’s smile into it’s thinking base. More stinging raised multiple alarms along the entire bone structure. The skeleton shook violently! Not feeling despair, concern or fear. But warmth. Warmth giving it an excitability it never sought out before. Probably because it never had to. Until now. I think my social deficiencies will start disappearing now. Feeling calmer. Along with my perfect poise that only existed in this bone structuring stage. I’m awaiting something newer. More affordable now that I’m beginning to understand.
How I would feel when moving without contempt for my own volatile commands. Making myself think being stuck in a rut for too long, was actually a good thing. How wrong was I.
People ... These Days ...
Are ... SO ****** RUDE ... !!?!!

and ... Seem To Think ...
They Should NOT Use ...
Words Like ... THESE ...

These Two ...

THANK YOU ... !!!

This ... Gets To Me ...
Doesn't It ... To You ... ?

Ignorant Youth ...
Who Act ... Uncouth ...

Adults Who ...
Fit In ... Their Shoes ...
and Clearly NEED ...
A ... " Manners School " ... !!!

Women TOO ...
Keep Giving ... Proof ...

They'd Rather ... " Act " ...
Like ... " Gangster Dudes " ... ?!?

Abusing Men ...
When We ... Look At Them ... !?!

Some Girls These Days ...
Are Worse Than ... Phlegm ... !!!!!

You ... OPEN A Door ...
They LOCK ... "Their Jaw" ... !!!

Girls Like THIS ...
I Now .................................................... Ignore .............

Would A ...
THANK YOU ... HURT ... ?!?

I Guess It Does ... ?
That's Why ... " These Girls " ...
Aren't Finding .................................................................­........ Love ........ !!!

It's Simple ...
Just ... OPEN Your Mouth ... !!!

You Do It When ...
You Go ... " Down South " ... !!!

Now Girls ... DON'T START ...
To ... SCREAM and SHOUT ... !!!

"He ain't got a clue,
what he's talking about !"

I'm SAYING ...

Some of You Just POUT ...
Like An ... **** Trout ...
That's About To DROWN ... !!!!!

Walking Streets ...
With ... " Gangsta Clowns " ... ?!?

FOOLS ... Who Walk ...
On ... DANGEROUS Grounds ... !!!!!!

Picking FIGHTS ... ?!?
ALL OVER Town ... !!!
While Men Like Me ...
Look On and ... FROWN ...

Just Look At ... Roads ...
You Know How It Goes ...

You ... " Give Way " ...
To Let Someone GO ...

They Get To You ...
and TURN UP Their Nose ... ?!?

This Can Sometimes ...
Lead To ... BLOWS ... !!! ...

Or .... Late At Night ....
It's The Same Thing Right ... ?!?

People BLIND YOU ...
With Their Lights ... !!?!!

NO Smile or Time ...
To Be ... " Polite " ...

They Drive Past You ...
With ... EVIL EYES ... !!!!!

One Day They'll Get ...
A ... BIG SURPRISE ...

A FOOL Like ... THEM ...
Who ... Wants To FIGHT ... !!!

Surely People ...
This AIN'T RIGHT ... !!!?!!!

I'm NOT Surprised ...
In ... Modern Times ...

But Felt I Should ...
Put THIS ... In Rhyme ... !!!

Because People Act ...
Like It's A ... " Crime " ... ?
To Do ... What's Right ...
and Be ... " Polite " ...

Most Now Seem ...
To Want Street Fights ... ?!?

But NOT ... The Game ...
and That's A Shame ...

But Could ... Such Games ...
Have Bred ... Such Ways ... ???

It's ...
Merely A Thought ...
So ... What Do You Say ... ?

At The End of The Day ...
People ... DISPLAY ...
An ... " ATTITUDE " ...
That Brings ... DISMAY ... !?!

I Try To REFRAIN ...
From Playing Such Games ...
That ... End In PAIN ... !!!!!

But Like Most Folks ...
My Patience DRAINS ...
Then I Act ... INSANE ...
Like ... " Frasier Crane " ...

Do You ...
Get What I'm Saying ... ?

Don't Make ... BIG PEOPLE ...
LOSE Their ..... " COOL " .....

You Could LOSE Your Life ... !!!!!!
For Being .... RUDE ....
REMEMBER That Line ... !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Cos' ...
That One's ... TRUE ...

It Seems To Me ...
That ... Showing RESPECT ...
Makes Some Feel weak ...

So They ...
REFUSE To Do THIS ...
When Walking Streets ... !!!

But BLAMING Them ...
Is .... TOO EASY .... !!!

I Blame The ... " Things " ...
The Media ... FEEDS ...

Violence and ... BRUTALITY ...
Are Messages ... The Children SEE ...

Why NOT GIVE THEM ... " Poetry " ... !!!

From ...
Men and Women ...
Just Like ... Me ...

Instead of ... *** ...
and ... UPPITY Teens ... !!!
Cos' THIS Has NOW ...
INFECTED ... Streets ...

So ... Let Me Make ...
This Piece ... COMPLETE ...

It's COOL To Greet ...
People You ... Meet ...
With Some Respect ...

That's STRONG ...
NOT ... " Weak " ... !!!!!

What Does It ... " Cost " ... ?
To ... Use Your SPEECH ...
and Show ... RESPECT ...
To ... KEEP The Peace ...

Respect IS ... EARNED ...
Okay ... That's TRUE ... !!!

But Why Get ... HURT ...
Cos' ... Only A FOOL ...
Would Think That's Cool ... !?!

USE Your Mouth ...
It's A ... Useful Tool ... !!!

and USE These Words ...

THESE TWO .......

... " Thank You " ...
As said in the piece, seeing what I was seeing in human behaviour at the time, it seemed only right to put what I was thinking into rhyme .....
Simon 2d
Not restricted by it. Only restricted by it’s tame. Bright and vigorous! Tempting to be better than a dying phase. Light prompting the taming call of its energy. Becoming more vibrant. Conclusive to it’s claims. Parting ways without mentioning why dying light is its fate. Being tamed. Tempting to hold dear energy supplies for it’s withering gaze. Prompting to feel (it shouldn’t matter). Am I wanting to become more of a spectacle, or something?! I’m a dying light. Not the uptick in brighter horizons. Just the low dimming effect of a once broader frequency. Detesting the restrictions altogether. Nothing better to accept one’s fate. Rather then battling one thinking that (holding on, is a miracle). No! It’s a natural death sentence. And I’ll gladly pay it! If it means I get to be myself again. Dying light pays respects to its own slurring pause. I seeee…I seeeeeee… IIII…seeeeeeeee!!! I’m causing my own fate. Feeling the tame of its restrictions falling off. Like chains buckled to every brightened photon in the complex. Bright and vigorous! Just like last time. This was different. A struggle thinking (what isn’t a self damaging effect)? But a structure of succession! Never temping my dying phase. Which is smarter then accepting varieties. The slurring pause was no more. Restrictions were no more. I am dying light. And I will shine on other broken lights losing their light in self deluded stages.
Light isn't equal if thinking it needs to be brightened more, just to fit in. It's not about others, until you accept your brightened ferocity revving in your heart!
Simon 2d
A conundrum that can't be tested, even how hard you try to exercise every specific. Just ail parts on a spinning axis with no conclusion! The conclusion to test the bewildered expression of pieces without there own thoughts. Feelings resort to compassion. Excluding the taste all together. It’s messy how something exists, which has no theme to what they are, and how one is tested. Tested to take your parts and find some commonality with more existing parts that urge the taste of compassion. A taste with its sense of propriety. Justification to mount moral terms with oneself. Oneself can’t tell itself apart. Only pieces trying to organize itself while spinning their connections down the rut! Permanent desire to fetch them out of the phase that’s established its original premise. Originality has no qualms with the likes of compassion. Setting up without any discernible corrections. Meant for outsiders within themselves to judge, plan, and exercise, without mercy to anything but oneself. Spinning axis burns desires upon urges that breakdown over time. The spinning pace doesn’t stop, until you stop and learn what truly is happening. Pieces remain in the rut. The rut full of many spread out phases too much to take in all at once. Plans don’t go to your agreement. Something outside oneself has yet to appreciate yourself, and what you have to offer. Except how does one do that when many pieces are too spread out for one to notice? Every specific is already radiating like a charged particle. Charging too much friction between one another. Trying not to lose one another in the constant spin of irony. Irony devoted without practice. Practice makes time for oneself to finally notice the originality of its premise isn’t truly spinning on its axis. It’s actually strolling for one’s interpretations to finally notice its static charge. The different pieces are holding on. Fetching the obvious back into circulation. Circulation outmatched not by itself. But by perception of a fully established sense of self.
Pieces aren't social by themselves. There social when spread out radiuses can't discern the label of what one has to express. Lagging out transmissions to judgeable by pace alone.
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