#devils
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
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Its all about greed malice jealousy
for the Oil Gas found in Gaza all belonging to Palestinians
The culprit are stealing it all
Only Iran cares for indigenous Muslim peopñe
Palestinian fathers, sons aren't terrorist the culprit attacking them is since 1947
HAMAS TOO is defending their land their very existence.
Hamas is an idea a hero with sticks and stones fighting back against bulldozers tankers bombs brutal baby bloodshed
Shame on you Israel
Our snake in our paradise
Stiff genocidal Joe Biden has got to go can't call Israel off.
Israelites jews baby genocidal murderers criminals run Congress I hear.
We all see you read you well it has not Iraeli soldiers wearing diapers
They know Palestinian fighters will not **** women much less **** them.
I never thought I would see the day when the whole world would shout its heartfelt agonies begging governments leaders save Palestinians.
It's so moving in the face of the horror Israel is committing.
Israelites took my grandkids and mangled my daughters mentally physically psychologically in USA and myself in Mexico as a small child.
Free palestine give them back their land
My my heart my soul for you Palestinians my voice my word my homeland love you,I
Palestinians the true chosen ones of God
My heart my soul God Bless Egypt
Arab countries unite against tyrant apartheid **** regime.
Stop the genocide the slaughter
of innocents by Israel dictatorship.
All of us the people for the people
all if us are Gods chosen
children of the most high.
Palestinian lives matter.
All lives matter
Prosecute the narcissist
sadist Israelite apartheid
bombing children.
So help us God
Boycott Boycott Boycott
If we fail to unite
against this evil jews
hiding in plain sight
wearing their kkk
black hats next will be
all of us in our homeland
turned to concentration camps.
Fight this evil war crimes against
Palestinians.
Israel horned Satanyahu
prime sinister of Hell on Earth
stop bombing children
in Gaza sease fire!
100 000 you have bombed
Turn your guns to your head
drop bombs to your family ET-
associates and homes!
Bomb your sinful synagogue too.
Sacrificing kidnapping
christian children
babies under synagogues!
In New York City USA.
Shame on USA England
all for allowing USA gov to
dictate war after war
trillions in dollars wasted
arming sadistic Israeli battalions
to the teeth
Murdering genocidal blood thirsty
ancient narcissists
By: Karijinbba
To honor a famed painting
Mr and Mrs Andrews.
Feb 10, 2024
Feb 10, 2024 at 10:26 PM UTC
In Syria Palestine Yemen
And Iraq and Somalia and Sudan
It's war all the time and
In lands where the bombs still roar
People dream of a peace they explore
But the wars rage on
And the devil will never give up
Up it's the little children
Who suffer every day and
No victory won no battles cease
Just silent rest and hollow peace.
Apr 16, 2025
Apr 16, 2025 at 4:41 PM UTC
Pitchforks torment us all silently
Ghosts in their sheets and the devils
Lingering among the Halls
It is full of strangers
A strange emptiness
The bleached white walls
This strange place
Is not
Death
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 7:14 PM UTC
“We don’t claim this one.”
“Well, then we will! He’ll be one of our own”
“You can’t do that!”
“Watch us! You didn’t want him.”
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 6:57 PM UTC
Sorry mate,
I can't afford lunch today,
Who knew hell had such expensive heating.
You'd reckon with all the fire,
It'd be awfully hot.
But I'm still shivering,
At least some of the devil's are oppo-zot.
Feb 22, 2025
Feb 22, 2025 at 9:11 PM UTC
I’ve got to pull myself together.
I’m loss.
I’m scattered roughly by the wind,
Back and forth.
I’ve fallen to the ground, and all crows
Are on top.
They’re circling, circling, restless devils,
And don’t stop.
Shhh! Fly away! I’m going to.
I’ve got to restore myself to this body.
It’s the right way.
My body's awkward, enfeebled indeed –
Just get away!
I’ve lived in it, learnt a lot in it.
I swear!
I’ve loved, created, broken and lost, but lived
Just anywhere!
Shhh! Right-on. It’s my body.
It’s time to go out. There’s nothing to do here
At all.
No need to catch emptiness or uselessly freak
For all.
Believe, disbelieve, wait or don't wait
Any more.
It’s time to go out. I don’t want to stay here.
What for?
Shhh! It’s enough! I've got tired of lies.
Feb 18, 2025
Feb 18, 2025 at 3:10 PM UTC
i suffer through restless nights
sleeping upright, feeling uptight
i dig my nails into the bedside
casting curses into the twilight
you might then find me among those fools
who walk the streets between dog and wolf
but there are devils in the detail
sprites that hide between the cracks
i pour over concrete slabs to find
their bright eyes peering back
and if i find them we might speak
and if we speak we might agree
they might agree to let me sleep
and i might let my demons be
Jun 1, 2024
Jun 1, 2024 at 12:09 PM UTC
peep this...you can't see the forest or the trees because of material in the way, and when you hold up a mirror, you see perfection...i never liked mirrors, because i want to see something new...yes i was born and raised in ohio
up up in ohio
two brothers got together
to talk about some wings
to talk about the weather
thanks for the wind lord
we have to spread the word
eagles can't even speak
we need wings like a bird
on orville's death bed
his wishes were his plan
please use this bird for good
and let the pilot only be a man
moral of this story is that the female was trying to prove something and landed near cannibals, who only thought of living and not proving
the wright brothers doing for fellow man...women aren't evil, but will be used as a vessel until they accept their role...to be whole...i know it's offensive to women, but it's logical to religion and science alike. My favorite writer ever is Mary Shelley, and one of my favorite poets and singers is Chrissy Hinde. Women aren't less than men, so when they don't feel a need to prove it, things will change. Just trying to think of a whole, and what it takes, Because that will make me whole. Love.
look at their names
the wRIGHT brothers
amelia AIRheart
drones controlled by women refer to documentary "america's bird"
sinister
maybe someone else invented flight...maybe god maybe nasa
Sep 7, 2021
Sep 7, 2021 at 8:54 PM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, sometimes realization hits hard, like a suffocating breath:\
They broke her bones and scratched her pride
They whipped her skin and shattered her spirit
They locked her soul in her body
They stole her truth
and swept her dreams
and split her heart into a million piece
They deprived her of hope and kept her thirsty for a breath
------ravenfeels
Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 4:55 PM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, don't pretend the innocence when you know that evidence:]
you know I'm a forest a wild sent rule crucial
scars abandoned on attached feels I call brutal
on you a ceiling too high to reach
far from the abnormals we share we teach
my sick matches your sick
your sick matches mine
it collides it ticks
burrowed from the glares of a daemon monster flare
been sold to the harsh heads
been kept at stake
the stark of shame
glosses of unhealthy addiction of reigns
no one knows nor understands us our meaning
things we used years to strive hard to achieving
rotten wolves as in our animalistic
in search of prey
a hellish nature fevered burning hate of the realistic
remind my mental
were owned by devils
not sentiments not rental
pretend the innocence when the obvious seeps
let go of the hold to grip on the recklessness that creeps
bent beats of unmeasured clefts but for the darker not the tender
a dominant number on the silent hypnotizing hummer
i ravish skins when control is no more
its hunger
shot on veins killed
****** out of blood
same as ecstasy
same as adrenaline
still racing on a flood
------ravenfeels
Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 3:58 PM UTC
You spit lies
you make me cry
silvery, slithers
half truths
your golden platitudes
aren’t worth your breath
you speak words of life
but you mean death.
Sep 3, 2020
Sep 3, 2020 at 5:30 AM UTC
If millions of angels can dance
on the head of a pin
---
How many devils are impaled
on its tip??
Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 6:09 AM UTC
The Diablo sat there one day amongst his inner innocence and decided that he no longer wanted his heart broken.
The Diablo cried and cried until he couldn't no more as it started to **** him on the inside.
The Diablo said to himself that he's going to block out all emotions and love for others and cause a reckless destruction while his heart of fire turned to cold dead stone.
His fingernails grew long and black after rotting under his temptresses phony heart.
The Diablo cried out loud but no one could hear him so he started to stomp his feet on the ground and grow his white angel wings into a sharp velvet black.
The Diablo had enough, he was tired of love, tired of being treated like a piece of ****
Diabo finally gave up and without a care did as he wanted to keep himself happy.
The Diablo is always filled with fire, but this time he ignited on the outside to show his burning sensation from within and he slowly withered away into a corpse shell to hide into his darkness with the phantoms in the trees.
Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 2:51 PM UTC
Here I am,
Dancing with the devils
All of them,
So desperate, so desperate
Here I am,
Dancing with the devils
Letting them deceive me,
Because I want to see their true faces
Here I am,
Dancing with the devils
Looking into their eyes, into their homeless souls
Here I am,
Dancing with the devils
Looking into their eyes, into their homeless souls
They think they can make a home in Hell,
None of them know
Hell wasn’t built for them
Hell was built for refugees of Heaven
For freedom, to be away from the devils carrying out Heaven’s deeds.
Here I am,
Dancing with the devils
To take a good look at everything Heaven doesn’t want to show
Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 9:43 PM UTC
We stared at the stars
For that was your home
You came from heaven
To dwell with me, a heathen
Why? I’ll never know.
But at the time I never wanted to go.
Then came a devil,
And I chaste her for she was on my level.
I know not why
I was so foolish to say goodbye!
I left you alone,
And now I’m skin and bone.
For in leaving you, my love.
I lost my life, now your above!
Do not accept me back,
For sense I do lack.
I now I know I was wrong
And now do sing this sorrowful song.
I seek your forgiveness,
Accept me not for I deserve the stillness.
So this is my recognition
Of my wretched condition.
Thank you for coming to the low,
And for the part of heaven you did show.
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 7:16 PM UTC
Where I want to be is never were I can be
Why is the forbidden always the one I can only see
In my sight but out of my reach
And now the memory hangs like a leach.
Take of thy desires
No one will be the wiser.
Withhold thine hand
You never know where sin will land.
To the voices ever near
To which do I give ear?
They do pester me at every choice
Which do you give the greater voice?
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 11:35 AM UTC
Why O why
are angels and gods
most often absent?
Jan 23, 2020
Jan 23, 2020 at 12:08 AM UTC
i never seem
to get enough
rest
these days
always waking
up
tired
to start coffee,
****
fix my hair,
sit in bed drinking
the coffee
plumbing the depths
for
ways to get through
another day,
****
try to remember ways
that worked
before
maybe a quote
or a character
a poem
a song
a memory
an illusion
could even be
another person
but time draws
ever nearer
ever closer
until
at last
that silent cheetah
is sprinting
before i know it
i'm sitting
in my car
turning the key
with whatever
semblance and steel
i finally gathered
-a real live
cubist representation
of my
self
driving to work
at 3:49 a.m.
passing
three black cats
in
the street
that watch me
carefully,
the glowing night
white-hot
in their eyes
satellites of some
indifferent future
hidden with
the devils
on the horizon
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 7:09 PM UTC
Boredom digs itself a hole,
its friends?
manages its soul.
A snare of despair
into the straits
of Hades,
Beware!!!
Jun 19, 2019
Jun 19, 2019 at 12:34 PM UTC
When I breathe
You breathe
And when you look past the greening summer trees
I see
Like Julia Stone
That same essence of the world unknown
And still unknown to me
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 10:20 AM UTC