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Dusk Nov 2019
Blood pools at your feet, it is yours
And you feel nothing
Watching as it swirls down the drain
This is who you are
You are a victim
You take hits
You bleed dry

Blood pools at your feet, it isn't yours
And you are screaming
Sobbing as you scrub it off
This is not you
You are not a fighter (but you fought)
You do not hit back (but your knuckles are bruised)
You do not heal (but scabs are forming)
someone said the message was confusing, tell me if you agree
Laiba Oct 2019
Let me tell you a story
Of a little girl that knew me
She was only nine
The age of innconce
The age of fun
But there was a hidden
Secret sounding the walls of the house
To everyone they seemed normal
But the clouds above them knew the truth
It starts of with one slap
Then two slaps
Then three
Then the hands touch her naked body
And the little girl cries herself to sleep
And the little creep
Just laughs.
The creep creaps into the little girls room
Exploits her little body
And his right to be a father
And leaves her left to wonder
Till this very second
She wonders
She is I
And I is me
This is the world we live in
Where chaos mimics a negative nature
And dreams lie in the silence
Nightmares come alive at night
And people become criminals
In order to embrace the violence

There is no escape
There is no hesitation

This is where we make choices
Even if it takes that choice
For us to learn our lesson
However, beneath this stigma
There is hope
There is a history, surveillance
Of our overcoming and persistence

It's things like this that make our world
So beautiful, yet so fragile
This world is nothing more than a grain of sand
In a beach full of stars
So before it's too late, we need to break free
Of our outer demons
And embrace our inner angels
For today, we are alive
In a world gone awry.
This is the first version of my poem, "A World Gone Awry," that I wrote on the way to work one morning. I ended up writing a second version of it, and I may possibly write a third in the future. At the time I wrote it, I wasn't sure what to think, but as time went on, it grew on me, and I recently performed this version of the poem at a Coffee House, this year. It was an awesome moment, and I'm glad I had the chance to share this poem with my friends, and others. I'm just as glad to have the chance now to share this piece with you all. I hope you enjoy, and find something to like in it. Thank you for reading! ^^
jake aller Oct 2019
Mountain Forests
Driving through the vast forests
Of Central Oregon
Through the wall of trees
I imagine them talking to me

The trees are whispering
Dark satanic rituals
Voodoo mumble jumble
Evil chanting

Then they speak
Loud and clear
Welcome humans
To our world

You think you are
The king of the world
The lords of creation
Masters of the universe?

Soon, all too soon
God and Gaia his daughter
Will tire of you
Their latest plaything

They will discard you
Throw you down
Disgusted at the world
You have made

You took the world
They gave you for your pleasure
This huge wonderful world
Filled with life

You took a paradise
Beautiful, bountiful
Rich and wonderful world
Turned it into a sewer dump

God and Gaia
Are not happy
Not happy at all
With you stupid humans

They will rise up
Smite you down
And turn you
Into dust in the cosmic wind

And we will laugh
and we will be witnesses
at your funeral
but we will not cry

No one will cry
No one will miss you
No one cares about
The fate of humanity

And so you
Will fade away
Into the distance past
Just dust in the cosmic wind

And the trees started laughing
And the birds and bees
And all the other animals
All joined in the manically laughter

Laughing at the prospect
Of poetic justice
For the enemies
Of the natural world

And the coyotes
And the wolves
Joined in howling
Under the light of the full moon

Thus I imagined
Would be the end of days
The end of the world
And the end of humanity



Another Day Another Shooting

another day in paradise
just another day in America
land of the free
Home of the brave

and guns
lots of guns
more guns for all
cries the NRA

yes another day
another gun battle
another white man
who just wants to ****

the President sends his condolences
Thanks the law enforcement
for an incredible job well done
It was horrible

Hate has no place
in our country
and we will take of it
and do what ever we can do

condolences
nothing but false words
empty words
lots of things to do

it is mental illness problem
but he fails to mention
the words gun at all
not at all

and tomorrow and tomorrow
but he at least finally said
hate has no role in country
nothing but prime BS
in my humble opinion

he did not mention
white supremacy
his rhetoric had nothing
nothing to do about this at all

and so tomorrow
I will turn on the TV
and we see
nothing at all

and the dead
will remain dead
the guns will fire again
nothing will be done

welcome to America
land of the free
home of the brave
the End Times Approaches

why do I feel
the end times are approaching
with each passing day
the news gets worst

the hatred grows
the fear grows
the end of time
comes closer to our door

and I fear
the growing power
of the fascists
and their ilk

and I fear
that the world
is ending  soon?Rumors of War

it seems that
we are in the end times
wars, and rumors of war
terrorism all around us

the dogs of war
are restless, just waiting
to emerge from their lairs


to unleash havoc
death and destruction
end of the world

and the leader of the world
our purported president
is every day
becoming more deranged

moment by moment
loosing his mind
as the inner demons
take over

and at such a time
when the whole world
seems to be sliding towards war

Our dear leader
seems determined
to lead us to the ultimate
war of all

world war 111
looms ahead
it could start any day
and nothing will stop

our idiot in chief
from unleashing
the dogs of war
four end of the world poems
Mark Toney Oct 2019
A Baby Cries,
Demanding, Emphatic,
Forming, Growing,
Having Intelligence, Joy, Kindness, Love.
Mounting Neuroses, Outrageous Propaganda,
Quickly Remove Simple Truth,
Unleashing Violence- Wanton, Xenophobic.
Youthquake Zeitgeist!
4/24/2018 - Poetry form:  ABC Poem
A poem in which every word begins with a successive letter of the alphabet.  The first word begins with A, the second with B, the third with C, etc. - Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney.  All rights reserved.
Dream Fisher Oct 2019
They say pain is better than feeling nothing,
But nothing feels worse than pain.
She was just an innocent woman,
All that changed in a day,
Her husband came home upset.
They argued and he slapped her face to the floor.
She was left in shock,
started packing her things and out the door
He gained a level head, apologizing evermore.
She started making excuses and stayed
But if it ever happened again she swore,
She wouldn't live there anymore.

It's been years since that first time,
Just a couple bruises no one sees,
She keeps messing everything up,
So she deserves what she received.
A couple shots to her ribs,
A tight jab just above the knee.
Even if she wanted to go,
He says, he can always find me
"And I'm happy sometimes,
As long as I do everything perfectly"
But if she ever had a chance she swore,
She wouldn't live there anymore.

She wakes up early just to put on her face,
Staring into a mirror, breaking down with the shakes.
She can't count the bruises, the pain in every place.
Everyone knows the truth but, it seems too late.
She needs help but everywhere is out of reach,
She's broken down with a split lip affecting her speech.
Someday she would speak out, right then, she swore
She wouldn't live there anymore.

Then one night he went too far,
She was packing up her things,
He saw crimson, blood boiled to the core
She started pleading with every shot he bore.
They say pain is better than feeling nothing
But nothing feels worse than pain, she's sure.
As he took a final blow, she wasn't living anymore.
Silverflame Oct 2019
piercing through the air
terror without an end
lives harvested way too soon
unraveled family and friends

how long will this last?
how many liters of blood
will contaminate our minds
before they choose to stop?

the law should protect
instead, the horror is welcomed
creeping around in plain sight
before it takes your loved ones
It breaks my heart every time I read that some abominable individuals choose to hurt others. I will never be able to understand the desire to ****.
A M Ryder Oct 2019
We buried ours
And they buried theirs
Then it started all over again
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