#advocate
The voices have taken form,
Bends & twists, anarchy has been reborn.
Teeth for eyes,
Sharp claws shred me alive but only when it cries.
Devil’s advocate,
Smile while the cuts from your wrist drip.
We are one.
Obliviously digging our own grave,
Telling everyone that this is fun
-PM
Dec 3, 2025
Dec 3, 2025 at 10:26 PM UTC
The point of differentiation,
not the point of contention,
the point of no return
continuation relative
to knowing subtle forces
ostensibly contained
in the whole truth,
and nothing but,
to which no doubt,
you are personally sworn,
under penalty of cognative
cacaphonic gnosisnot cough
to reembodeize, embody abide
completely centered, self aware.
Then, the fiber that fuses string
theory and determinism hooks
a loop in time's SYTF problem set,
so the set that made young
Earl Russell paradoxically famous,
from now on, one may learn and learn
from now on, until one disintegrates,
dissipates as cloud forms disperse,
to show us how it works, wooly
clouds meeting the reflected wind,
and the winds from the pacific,
pour down one side of my valley
and up the other side, to make those
parrallel feathery shapes one can watch
form on fine days
with nothing needing done,
if the determinists are right, what matters
if I use my time chosing to bend clouds
into vast wings involved in making me think.
Apr 18, 2024
Apr 18, 2024 at 5:59 PM UTC
The irony of a life unshackled -
seemingly an advocate for freedom.
But only to find its beats forlorn,
as it serviced payments for past follies’
ransom.
Dec 15, 2021
Dec 15, 2021 at 10:08 AM UTC
I am warrior, I am free, and in flight.
I am dancing, and swaying in fight.
I am warrior, but not out of spite.
I am warrior, against a discriminate plight.
I am warrior, I am advocate.
Mar 21, 2021
Mar 21, 2021 at 8:11 PM UTC
You think it doesn’t matter
Maybe I should just shut up and mind my own business
Leave your eyes to stare daggers
And your slippery tongue to burn castles
I’m not apologizing
For fighting back
As you cut apart and dissect
Life into *** and breast,
Measuring beauty on a scale you’ve created out of blood
And buying worth out of bone you pulled from our spines.
How much do we have to give
For our voices to be heard,
Cause you best believe
We’ll give it all we got
No more standing in the corner
Watching sisters fall on their knees
Crying in front bathroom mirrors
Whispering promises you can’t keep.
No. Tonight we are standing
With her.
And your better know that this time
When we scream,
The world will echo back.
May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 7:43 PM UTC
Why do I feel
Like many of the people
Who are successful
Are
Snakes
...
Okay,
Snakes is way more
Negative a word than
I’d like to use
Many of my friends fit
The description I’m about to give
And I like to think
I sometimes
Do
Too
When I say snakes
I’m referring to those
Who will advocate
Push
Shove
Even when their obstacle
Is a person
To get what they want
They’re the person
Who plays two sports every day
In the spring
To keep up with their fall sport
They use their free period
For another class
Just because they
truly
Want to take
The class
They stalk
The teacher
When they don’t
Get something
Or they read external
Information
Related to the subject
Online
They can be annoying
Rude
Can have ulterior motives
Inquiring about grades
To secretly
Rejoice
Or,
Clench a fist
In frustration
My dad says,
I don’t have that
Burning desire yet
I’m not a snake quite yet
But,
From what I’ve
Observed
To really have success
One
Has to
Be
A
Snake
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 11:16 PM UTC
I want to say thank you now
for every poet here
who dares to use their voice
in prose
to face their deepest inner fear
that we alone are not enough when that is just a bald faced lie
cuz we were born just perfectly the truth
and we will be more so when
eventually we die
we just forget this incoveinent truth
because
they
clipped our wings to stop our fly
embedded in deep messages
and told to us as wicked lie
and when I think about this now
it really makes me shrug & sigh
and every now and then ya know
it overwhelms
and then my spirit has enough to cry
****
deeper sigh....
I believe,
we hear a voice of broken generations
we hear deep within our mind
and that voice it could be one or many
and man that thing can be so ******* mean unkind
but we can unlearn deprogram change
and what you think inside we'll find?
EVERYTHING.
Ma Cherie © June 2018
Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 9:38 PM UTC
Wild flowers in her soul, she refuses to trim them or let them show.
Moonlight seeping from her pores she holds the ability of being able to light up the darkest of nights.
She shines her light on all other gardens as an attempt to teach them the way to self-blossom.
Although not always successful with this transfer of energy she sometimes finds herself on the dark side of the moon; of herself.
To the darkness there is also depth, and without this depth she would be unable to share her strength through her glow.
This depth consists of all the weeds she has had to grow through and amongst, all the while encouraging them too to blossom.
This moon continues to shine, even when she herself is feeling blue, for what is the night without her?
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 5:22 PM UTC
among the countless thugs
that teased and taunted myself as a boy
who exhibited blatant characteristics
of being painfully shy and coy
attempting to remain like a statue as a decoy
which tactic nada successful employ
but only incensed and beckoned
like tasty morsel chronic unpleasant bait
to be pitted with words
always feeling like an outcast
(of poker flats) without a date
populating school memories
of loathsomeness and hate
serving as token punching bag
nearly the duration every year
of public school, which vicious name calling
assaults upon me psyche did wear
away negligible self confidence,
or internal rage that found instinct to veer
away from approaching fist,
which knuckle sandwich from tier
of hooligans gave no surcease
to knock this then introvert
on his head or scrawny rear
a lonely lad bereft of any buddy
to stand close as bona a fide genuine peer,
nothing but dark shadow
casting silhouette
per edge of night always near
one brazen dude named Lloyd Lavinsky
hovered ever near
especially during recess
at Audubon Elementary School
he did chase and lear
encouraging mob fiends
to join in an additionally mock and jeer
which unprintable epithets,
I can still faintly hear
in tandem with that native animal fear
that found this then
socially withdrawn second grader a targeted deer
caught in cross hairs of boys
who seemed like giants
and fierce some as a bear
clawing at a scared little boy
plus hurtful words thru the air
which cruel barbs hurled lent convenience
for me who stood stock still or crouched down
on ground intimating passivity
and inferiority brought grimace and frown
to those who mimicked flaws,
aside from being shriveled flower on lawn
included nasal twang
from submucous cleft palate
defect that did spawn
speech impediment and obvious magnet
for brutal beast
to relish, savor and feast
hoping to bring me to tears at the least
knowing this human docile scared dog
would not fight back
fearing he might get beat
to a ****** pulp for justifiably flack
even my late mother also told me
to give brats a “what for”
with two ****** pack
that triceratops nasty gang
bulging biceps they did pack
who to this very day I bristle to smack
with an ole mighty whack
as if strength within transferred
to computer Goliath body guard
manufactured by Univac.
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postscript:
although just a infinitesimal dot
moxie this mortal doth got
in the cosmic skein since big bang hot
test event since white bread -
gives m t calories a lot
soak up syrup from chicken soup
from sterling gold chamber ***
strongly suggested by a tweeting scott.
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 12:18 PM UTC
i am fireflies
i carry luminous light
shine in dark places
i am a travel guide for
the ones who have lost their way
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 11:12 PM UTC
Advocate for the world around us,
We are the only things left,
to hear our voices heard,
but the throats of our souls left parched.
I can only sit back and bask in privilege,
while i'm encased in invisible shackles,
and the person to my right, chained to me as well but just blissfully unaware.
We are together in mind
a connection, but it is lost because there is no Wifi.
We are together physically
a presence, that is unseen because the daily zombie grind pushes on.
We are together spiritually,
a thread, that is closed because we don't see a human.
And as the veil stays while we sip our Starbucks latte,
could you imagine if the curtain fell?
The pain rushes forward, and a suffering of another is felt.
The world we have lived in isn't what we are living for,
but designed for us, and it hides the suffering in a department store.
The theatrics is over now,
It's time to close up the play, remove the backdrops and settings,
see each others life in a new way.
Pulling back the curtain to see more is a hard thing to grasp,
because you're pushed from your comfort zone,
to see who we truly are.
Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 7:19 PM UTC
I hear your words, dear friend.
I hear your pain
Frustration
The need for imancipaton.
I know that you are tired
im sorry
I wish i could be there to help you.
I wish i could be right by your side
Being the shoulder you need to lean on.
I wish i could be whatever you need me to be
So i will be.
In any and every way i can
You are worth it to me
You are so much to me that i genuinely worry about you.
Im tired too.
Im tired of being forgotten.
Im tired of my thoughts being forbidden.
Believe me,
i know
But trust me, I'm here with you
*for when you need me
And when you dont*
I will stand with you because you would for me.
Please remember i am with you.
This poem is for you.
Dont forget im here.
I always will be.
Hold on.
We're in this together.
Though different situations,
Enough is the same
For me to
advocate
for you
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 1:37 AM UTC
I'm the poster child for self hatred.
My calendar's constantly booked with things like "Sit and Hate Myself" and "Live Tweet How Terrible My Life Is."
I'm an advocate for not having enough self confidence.
I'm a member of the Missed Opportunity Club.
And next week I'm the keynote speaker at the "Nothing is Going Right in My Life and it Never Will" Conference.
And the worst part about all of this is:
I have all these accolades and you still won't notice me.......
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 1:02 AM UTC
This is for people who are "overweight"
______________________________________
Got up today,
made myself some breakfast.
Got in the shower
Looked at my body,
Saw what everyone else sees.
My belly is too big,
I tell myself
"I'm ugly"
I cry a little inside.
I put on my shirt
saw the XL on the tag.
I went to school,
watched people look at me.
Its not fair you know.
I am unable to exercise,
my asthma has almost taken my life from doing so
twice
I wish people would see
my pants size represents my heart,
not your superiority.
If I wear a size 27,
my heart is 27,
and you where a size two.........
I wish people would look at my eyes,
not at my waist,
and look at who I am,
not what I look like.
I am a great person,
I do not like being called fat.
Fantastic,
Awesome ,
Terrific
person,
is who I am
I am not fat,
I am human.
Respect me.
Despite what you think,
I can kiss
I can love
I can feel
I am a person,
who has desires.
I am not fat,
No
I am a person.
____________________
No one is overweight.
That is not what maters.
People need to open their mind
before their mouth.
So many magazines exploit people,
society being the same.
People judge others
by what they look like.
That is so ******
Love the person for who they are
and NOT by what they look like
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 3:53 PM UTC
I want to be a king,
just for one day.
I want to know what it feels like
to have all power
limitless power
I would force this thing you call abuse
into the corner it originated from.
I wish I could be the man of the hour
for one day
This time will be mine.
I will sit, finally being able to show my face.
I want to emerge from depression,
rise from the black water,
and come re-done,
not undone
I wish I could lead.
I would give the peasants a life worth living,
tyranny would be nowhere seen.
In my rule,
everyone is loved,
and all are happy.
If I was a king for a day,
I would do my best
to make this world
a better place
I feel so afraid,
to be small all my life.
I want to be king,
Because I am nothing now.
nothing
at
all
I don't know what this life
has to offer
I want this world under fire.
But not by my rule.
The leaders have brought us down.
i see the people
they Are hurting.
I want to end pain.
I see the pain.
I want to end poverty
I see the poverty.
I want to stop the people who want to **** themselves,
I want to be the all protector.
Is this bad?
No more will I be a helpless kid,
but a fearless leader.
If only I was king
just for one day
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 8:35 PM UTC
When someone dies,
there will always be that ONE person who tells you,
"get over it"
as if the world hadn't stopped as soon as they left.
But what they don't know is the gaping hole in my heart.
The huge absence that was once always there.
Mourning is not just a word,
it's a practice.
Each time, we get a little better.
But tears still end up winding their way down our cheeks.
Each time, it brings a pain not felt last time.
Each time, bringing regrets and taunts because there was just something we did or didn't do.
But if you truly have the audacity to tell me to get over it,
well,
let me tell you that the person I mourn for,
will not be coming back any time soon.
And when you open your mouth to speak,
you open your heart for all attacks aimed right towards you.
I will not stop crying so you can stop hearing me.
No.
Because my tears are life,
and they bloom to show that I am a human.
You cannot define me by something,
if you have felt it for yourself.
Who can say,
they've never lost a thing?
Because I can count one.
You lost respect
from ME
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 6:17 PM UTC
I am I quiet person,
but don't let that fool you.
Just because I am a silent person,
doesn't mean I will not attack.
Just because I don't talk much,
does by no means say that I do not know how to defend myself.
Just because I don't speak what you want to hear,
doesn't mean that I can't.
I have my opinions,
But I don't decide to be ignorant about them,
no instead I keep them to myself.
I hide them under my bed
with the monsters that constantly bite at my heels.
Just because I never talk about girls,
doesn't mean I'm gay.
Just because I don't tell you anything,
doesn't mean I don't know how to talk.
Because i can.
I do not suggest pushing me any more,
or else you WILL find out
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 3:47 PM UTC