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Dark Delusion Jul 2017
Every step I take is only taking me further away.
I can never get close to what I want.
I don’t have the mind to keep walking.
I dont have the emotion to keep breathing.

I’m a boat without a sail.
The ocean without wind.
I’m stuck the same place.
I’m always abandoned.

It’s the thoughts that’s tearing me apart.
Dragging me down till where I can’t get up.
Left for people to tread on me.
I’m left to die with the marks of humankind.

I’ve been here for a long time.
You don’t see me,
But you’re all I see.
You’re the center of my heart.

You always come crashing into me.
Mixing my feelings together.
I won’t know what to feel anymore.
I don’t know how to even live.

I’ve been like this as long as I remember.
You’re always the light I try to find.
But it's only what I feel.
You don’t even know who I am.
maria Jul 2017
There's a newcomer in town
That goes by with a frown
Everyone seems to fear him
Everyone calls him the "grim."

But is he truly the grim?
Or is he just another person full of sin
Sins that he tries to hide
Sins that were meant to stay inside.

"Of what? Where?" asks the lady
Who works by the department of treasury
And goes to question the newcomer
Where he came from or whose his father.

The questions left her lips
No answers were left from his lips
The man stared at her, waiting
Frustrated, she left him on the railing.

"What?? Railing you say?!" exclaims Madam Frost.
The town's gossip of everyday cost.
"What was he doing there?"
The rumours spread in the heavy air.

And as the week bled
Nobody went to ask about where he went
It remained a mystery
Until one day a scream was heard full of misery.

"Who are you? What have you done?!" a man asks.
No one replied since nobody knew who he was
The newcomer glanced at all of them
Landing his stare at the corpse of Mr. Helm.

"I am merely a person of wonder
A person who wanted to do his ministry
No one disturbed my wander
So I tried to take away his misery,

Sadly, it seems
My work isn't for him
I am sorry for what I have caused
Goodbye, to the town I thought would change my cost."

The town is left preplexed
Trying to process what has been said
Who is this man and what has he done
To the person who is now gone?
A simple story full of everything and nothing
grace anthony Jul 2017
Who can I trust
not to tell
Who can I believe in
to keep their word
Who can I tell
all of my secrets to
Who can I talk to
for hours on end
Who can I love
Who can I let in

Into my world
Into this mess
Who can I trust
Who can I let in
Alienpoet Jul 2017
Who fired the first bullet?
Who drew the first knife?
Who took the first life?
Who verbally assaulted the first person
Who's fear did worsen
into fight rather than flight
in the dark night
Of the human soul
How do we address the bloodshed and killing
What if we were willing
To let go of the bloodshed show
We know what is like to know
What is like to live in tribes
But if worked together love, unity and hope would arrive.
She who praises me

Praises me well

Sometimes she Pampers me

Sometimes makes me feel like hell

She who praises me

Is one of a kind

Though chiseled beauty she got

She also have a mind

She who praises me

Is herself well known

Still she behaves like

Her attitude is long gone

She who praises me

Cries on what not

Then I make jokes on her

And she laughs a lot

She who praises me

Praises through her core

As she encourages me

I want to write more

She who praises me

Is not my significant other

Sometimes she be my best friend

And sometimes my mother

She who praises me

I cannot thank you more

But I'll have a corner for you

That is for sure

I wish you all the happiness

in your life

The man will be so lucky

Who will have you as his wife

Never mind I'll keep writing ****

That's from my side

And this is it…...
Write this one for my best friend pooja
David Cunha Jul 2017
People have no idea what they are dealing with,
People don't know and don't want to know
What truly surrounds them,
                                If they did
                                They'd wish they wouldn't know.
                                They want a quiet life
                                A bread on the table
                                And cable TV.

Thing is, people are not themselves.
People were taught to be people by people who were manipulated and made people
                                                                            by people who didn't know what they were,
People look at a baby
And worry more of making him a 'people' of their own
Than to ask:
'Who are you?'
july 12, 2017
1:57 a.m.
july hearne Jun 2017
when Merry Clayton
sings "Southern Man"
i think of all of you
and i think *******

and if i was Neil Young
i would start a band called Hateful Bigot
and Mike Watt would be the bass player
and i would write a song
called "social justice warrior"
(in all lower case)
and dedicate it to all the children that have been ***** by the gay mayor of your tiny house town
and Merry Clayton would sing that song

there is a parade in tiny house town
for everyone who's arrived 50 years too late to the civil rights party
and the  mayor is coming round
to shake your hand

all your tiny houses coming down
all your tiny houses built upon the sand
tiny, tiny houses get smaller and smaller before blowing down

everytime you shake his hand
you have even less to say
about all the children he *****
than the NRA

even less to say than the NRA
everytime the gay mayor rolls down the windows
before he rapes the children in his hot car
everytime he's comes around
to shake your hand
he's got ten dollars in his other hand

tiny, tiny houses blowing down
all your tiny houses built upon the sand
i can't wait til they come down
all your tiny houses coming down
tiny, tiny houses coming down

(nothing to do with the fact
he's a gay democrat
nothing to do with the fact)
ed murray is the gay mayor of seattle. he ***** children and is likely still ****** them. one of them was his foster son. he denies these allegations in the manner of a text book lying child ******. he lied about ever knowing his foster son who he ***** (and who was later then proven to be his foster son). he also had wanted to be a catholic priest but left the seminary (probably got kicked out for child ****).   he was not forced to resign because it is not convenient to ask a gay, democrat mayor to step down, which is why i will always refer to him as the gay mayor who rapes children.  he gets a free pass on ****** children. this poem is dedicated to everyone who turns a blind eye to child **** and excuses it (especially ***** like sally bagshaw), and sadly that includes organizations such as glaad.

ed murray, gay mayor of seattle who rapes children, attended the gay pride parade and shook hands with the parade goers, who were delighted to shake the hand of a child ******. only it's not ****, since he is a gay democrat who gave the children $10 to **** them.

seattle has become unaffordable because of amazon, high levels of taxation (by a city cuntcil who supports a child ****** as mayor and the child ****** mayor himself), a housing shortage (caused by amazon and citizens of china who make money on slave labor and then make inflated all cash offers on the real estate here so the people who actually live here can't afford it).

something tells me this one won't go over well, but that's ok with me, since people who turn a blind eye to child **** are the **** of the earth. my next poem will be about what a **** sally bagshaw is. she loves our gay mayor who has done nothing but lie, flounder around like an idiot, allow amazon and comcast to **** us over, steal money, waste money, increase homelessness and **** children. ed murray also loves sharia law, since it conveniently has no laws against ****** children.

the NRA had better make some sort of public statement of support for philando castile and his family and  should have already done so. that man and his family were not shown any justice and neither were the children that ed murray *****, not to mention the children he is still ******.

we live in ******* times and the ones screaming the loudest are the ones who need to shut the **** up the most.


from ed murray's twitter page:

Ed Murray‏Verified account @MayorEdMurray  May 19

It's finally warming up, which is great - but not for all. Beware of the danger pets and children face in hot cars!
Olga Valerevna Jun 2017
When you swim out to sea and your limbs need a boat
turn all of you over and you'll learn how to float
See the water has welcomed each pace you have made
it is writing your story upon every wave
And when you are ready your book will be bound
by an author you've asked to be part of you now
A Scribe who intends to relay what you have said
or a snipe who's been hiding inside of your head
Hello?
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