#fucksociety
I feel ****** to the
Eternal inferno of flame
The smoke burns my
Lungs
As I listen to the
Crackle of burning skin
The brimstone hearth
Holds the flames of
Those lost
The fire burns through
My flesh
As my eyes turn to flames
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 9:38 AM UTC
Someone granted on me death
They reached out and stole my life
My only wish that they held my breath
But instead they used a knife
Don't need roses at my grave
Don't need sorrow, hurt, or pain
Stolen life, that i had gave
Stole my life, but what'd you gain
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 10:09 AM UTC
I can feel the chain
Wrapped tight to drag me down
I can feel the pain
A sensation that brings me to the ground
I can feel your eyes
Set upon me burning
I will not say goodbye
Even though I'm yearning
I feel very broken
Torn up beneath your cleets
I feel very broken
Like the ground Beneath Your Feet...
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 9:56 AM UTC
My Irrational thoughts
Lead me astray
The delusion I have
Of a life I don't
I make myself believe
I live in a semi-perfect
World
When I never will
The insanity in my head
Causes complete delirium
The Mania of a Broken Person...
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 10:39 AM UTC
All i see is battle scars
Lined up and down my skin
And I will crash this car
Just so i won't win
Im half crazy and insane
With a knife in my hands
Im half bitter and vain
While i listen to the same ol' band
I want to rebuild and restake
This claim to fame
But the blood on my clothes
Looks unsafe and untamed
So I'll just sit in the back
While you sit there and laugh
At this joke of a human
And this waste of a life...
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 12:32 PM UTC
Nights Alone
Cities Brace
Give Me Some
Of Your
Strength...
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 11:06 AM UTC
It's been a week since then
I saw you with another girl
It broke my heart
Shattered It
To pieces
I picked it
UP off the floor
You're already over me
I cant get Over you.
Why cant I get over you...?
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 10:14 AM UTC
Sometimes the storm
Of life goes by
But you have to remember
To keep your head held high
It seems the same wrath
Will just not leave
So you take the dark embrace
That you have received
Then you feel the light
Seeping through
And realize that what you
Felt before was not true
There was so much dark
It hid the light
Even though it was in you
The entire time
It was the little spark of hope
That just kept going
The little spark of light
That just kept showing...
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 7:44 PM UTC
Your scars appear on her skin
From the night u belittled one
She screams at what was left within
Its all just a war, that cant be won
I stare and scream at what you did
And notice you cant hear her
I stand over you as you bled
And I'm just looking in a mirror...
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 1:04 PM UTC
You call it uniqueness
I call it flaw
My marred appearance
Isn't good at all
There was a shortcoming
So blemished I appear
Defective my nature
So close and so dear...
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 11:56 AM UTC
Stay Away!
Torn clothes and swollen eyes,
Messy hair and silent cries.
She kept on shrieking all that while,
But no one saved her from that heinous crime.
Yes, you got that right- she was *****
Oops! I'm sorry but she told me she couldn't disclose their names.
Each one of those cruel monsters,
Kept on scratching and licking her body like that of a lobster's.
Wondering who that girl was, right?
What would come over you if I tell you it was me- sympathy, hatred or fright?
But alas! I can't name just one girl out of this lot,
But even if I'm ready to fight, would the society accept or let me live with peace, the answer is simple- No, they'll NOT!
Even if I keep their identities no more un-named,
People might beat them up or send them to jail,
But after a while my clothes would be judged,
They’d all forget my pain and I’d just get blamed.
“Every girl, everywhere needs to watch out!”
That’s what they say whenever we step out.
But just ask yourself, have you ever instructed your sons to stop staring or play those stupid eve-teasing games?
Because there’s where it all starts from the idea of planning rapes…
You, being a man might never know this,
But I know, the amount of pain a woman suffers, which you fail to notice.
Every girl gets ***** in some way or another,
What’s wrong in staring right? It’s just another form of a friendly gesture.
But, gestures don’t seem friendly,
When your eyes pierce mine.
But you never look away instead, you wink proudly,
With a wicked smile.
I agree you never touched me,
But that look in your eyes scares me to death mentally.
I know you never ****** me up,
But just that action you did by pulling your zipper up,
Was enough for me to choke myself up.
I know you’ve an excuse ready to defend yourself,
Advise me to dress properly, and cover myself?
If that’s the problem as you all say,
Then why did it happen to the girl in a cloak the other day?
And if you still feel like you were just having fun like any usual day,
Then how’d you feel if, someone looks at your sister in that way?
I might not know what *** feels like,
But I surely know the intensity of the pain you wanted to induce in me at that point of time.
I wouldn’t say stop your feelings and never confess or come forward to say,
But, if she says “No” in any way,
The best way for you would just be to- Stay Away!
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 2:20 PM UTC
I stayed in bed today
Because I was scared
of how other people
would see me.
I fear how the
world sees me.
I want to be seen
For who I am
And who I want to be,
Not who I am told to be.
That is no life
Worth living.
Our parents are
There to guide us
Not dictate us
And neglect our needs.
So why do they act like
we're dangerous to ourselves?
We may not always know
Exactly who we are, but
They don't always know either.
What does age have to do with it?
Refuse to be
Someone you're not.
Stand up to false reality!
Stand up for your beliefs!
Be who you are and step into the
shoes you were meant to fill!
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 7:05 PM UTC
I say **** you to society
I've given up sobriety
Iron man with Iron feet
I will run with no defeat
You don't know the half of it
**** the negativity
I am positivity
This is my nativity
You can't even tell it's me
The future & the past will meet
Everything is obsolete
I travel in infinity
That's why I hit the alt delete
You can check my Windows
No one is controlling me
I do what I ******* please
Apple Fruit and Mac & Cheese
That's how it's supposed to be
As easy as a notice to evict
You're supposed to leave
As easy as a punch to the stomach
Don't expect breath
As easy as can be
Don't expect to be a friend to me
My inner intense sneeze
Rhyme schemes & remedies
I cascade into cadence
of sounds created from synergy
I make friends not enemies
those who refuse will
never hear the end of me
I connect thoughts
Like physical human centipedes
I dissect words like
frog legs & vasectomy
Perpendicular is my literature
Therefore you can't get to me
No gravity
my styles wild
It's outlandish
My sanity is inbound
Like planes landing
You're plain jane
I'm James cameron
I make waves
Then face cameras
I make change
and then hand it
I'd still **** if I was one handed
I'm still ill, I got skills
I'm a digital bandit, lyrically rampant
spiritually sanctioned
my riddles are of mental chemicals unbalanced
because of Ritalin i spit ballads
how will this shooting effect our generation, public perception
government deception
and of course the voting ballet
tables have turned all is madness
what will the democrats and republicans say about fifty something bodies laying down a decade
It will all sound the same
public & social media hate
what stand will you take?
its crazy how all we do is debate
I stand for humanity, human lives unified not by destruction nor vanity
but the construction of
beliefs higher than religious crosses, Tall Buildings & Canopies
It's classism
Just subtract the can of beans
A ripple of mass ignorance is a brand you see
It's hate
no marketers
Hate is self-marked
We hate the unknown & don't accept
People's accomplishments
It's comfort
Drink your coffee slow
Do you know where a target is?
The same amount of a coffee
equals a meal for starving kids
It's marvelous how important
The stain on that carpet is
When most people don't have a place
Nor know what comfort is
This substance
is brought to you by A sober mind
one that is under the influence
Of motivation injected into the brain
Via increments
My sentences
are a result of elements
Past present & prevalent
I've learned the benefits
of being an optimus
Optimism is key I'm just looking up
I universally believe
that we are capable of being one
just smile when you see Sun
This journey has just begun
- stellarhero
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 12:59 AM UTC
Who was the first person to decide
what's right and what's wrong?
Not the picky choosy **** we think
Came straight from the Bible.
The book that's been translated across
many languages, cultures, and general
beliefs?
I mean the first person.
The first group of people that decided
having a full life is wrong.
Being yourself is wrong.
Wanting is wrong.
Yearning, dreaming, achieving...
All wrong.
Who decided being a woman
was so wrong that we should be condemned?
I should be able to **** who I want
and not be defined by my "number".
I shouldn't have to be asked that question.
I should be getting high-fived for having
Consensual *** with the guy who
makes my coffee.
I should be applauded for having ***
with multiple men.
I should be shown the same level of
respect as any man out there.
But my number is vital, isn't it?
Well, I say **** all of that.
**** a whole bunch of it.
**** anyone you want.
******* do anything you want to do.
Don't hurt anyone, and it shouldn't
be anyone's ******* business but yours.
Jesus ******* Christ.
**** him, too.
**** any imaginary thing you want.
That's what ************ is for.
**** yourself, for God's sake!
He wanted his people to be happy, right?
Free yourself from the chains of
modern society!
Find people just like you, and don't let them go.
They will be strong for you,
hold their heads high for you.
Defend you against nay-sayers and party poopers.
Stand behind you when confronted with
mass objection.
We are the lovers, and the fighters,
and we are many.
Band together and **** society.
You know,
For God's sake.
lmt
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 7:38 PM UTC
How would it be
In a world without hate
We will never know
**** Society
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 6:43 AM UTC
Moved from my home state.
Got a job doing **** I hate.
Got five kids between you and I.
They are ill tempered sometimes and we are on the fly
coming up with ways to handle the stressers
of food and shelter.
Why...
can't we leave today... Enter the fray... the edge of culture...
and make our own future?
I am caught in the thought
of my hands in the dirt and the sweat in your shirt
and no relief from the work of growing our own food.
Would it be rude to say that I've had enough of the days
of "super" markets and moving targets
and job interviews that bring hope and then bad news
when you find that it will never be enough to sustain even you, alone?
And really, what do we own, but ourselves?
Can it not be shared instead of set on shelves and hidden away in accounts that have safety nets and passwords and relationships that leave regrets and bridge-burns?
Could we be all-for-all?
Is it possible?
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 11:10 PM UTC
Who Are you to judge me?
I'm just a normal HUMAN BEING!
My sexuality shouldn't matter!
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 11:00 AM UTC
He asked me how I liked it today--
from the back or front?
He wanted to know why--
too small or didn't last?
He said he knew, so I shouldn't lie to him--
as if I was less than him.
What's a ****** to do
when the rumors peg her as a ****
She can't ignore the whispers,
or the blatant accusations:
*Now we all know how ***** she really is.*
It's been twenty-four hours,
and already the **** is coming
with dogs, chained, in their heels,
makeup streaked and lipstick smudged.
He releases the *******
But they don't wait for the cover of night to bite,
no, they lunge at noon in the crowded hallways
teeth of words, power of the sideways glance,
venom of whispers, bullets of pointed fingers
He needs a new name for the list,
his quota is short--
because when a girl becomes single,
she is an updated item on the auction:
Name: Lilith
experience: 1 guy(s)
skills:
hands: 4/10
tongue: 6/10
on top: 3/10
bottom: 7/10
volume: loud
Her reputation is spoiled--
the way her friends talk to her,
the invites she gets to hang out,
the fact that no one wants to talk to a ****
Welcome, little ******
to the Virtue Laments.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 2:54 PM UTC
This is for the girls who lie awake at night,
Pulling at the blankets to keep them warm,
Drenched in sins of deprecation.
Tossing and turning on their twin size beds,
because there is not enough room to fit expectations,
let alone their own.
This is for the girls who stare at themselves in front of their mirrors,
Pinching at the extra layers of skin that hang around their tummies.
Rolls of "fat" as they call it, I prefer the term "beauty."
This is for the girls who have shoulders are backs plastered in scars.
From the bras that were one cup size to small, overly adjusted and tightened straps.
This is for the girls who fall prey to the fallacies of magazine stands,
captivated by the cold letters bleeding off the covers:
"Three hundred, sixty-five ways to style your hair!"
"How to get the perfect ****
"Turn off the lights to look good naked!"
"How to make him love you!"
Pull apart the flesh, look beneath your skin,
you are not defined by the number of eyes that manifest lust towards you,
you are not the hands that plead to saunter their way toward your hips,
You are not the number of inches that space out your thighs.
Or the visibility of muscle that line up on your stomach.
You do not need to look good naked,
don't turn off the lights.
Your **** looks fine
Stop falling victim to the media
To the photo shopped ads of puppets who look nothing like you
Because your real
and if you want a man to love you, he must learn to accept you
with your extra flaws, our scars, and rolls of fat.
Because that sack of bones known as a model on a Cosmopolitan cover will not keep him warm.
It is inscribed in the atoms that make you a person
you are a three dimensional beautiful masterpiece
you are not a computerized pixelated image
reshaped and resized retouched and revised
stop letting society dehumanize a woman
your a woman
all the fury to slither through you limbs until you shake with and anger and purpose, acknowledge the value of your worth for you are more that just a waste of paper and space, you are space, you are human, your alive, and beautiful
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 11:57 AM UTC
Come my fellow hunters, follow me
as I am not likely to return.
Let us begin the journey to hunt him:
Beauty
Illusive -- have you ever seen such a beast?
Legends of
Grace and Glamour
Magnificence and Mesmerizing
yet no eyes have ever met his.
A shadow in the night, a ray in the morning,
dearest Apollo, is that you? Your songs lulls us,
but fairest Venus holds the leash.
He does not hide, this beast, as he stand tall
upon highway billboards and magazines.
Don’t think he’s gone, he’s just evolved,
photoshop to lure us, and then he
pulls the trigger
swallows the pills
slices the skin --
Beauty has become something lost in translation,
echoing in a past without
makeup
surgery
dieting.
Come my fellow hunters, follow me
as I am not likely to return.
We must strike him down with truths and
force his eyes on his ignorance.
When he lies, death cooing his sleep,
Leave me the bones
so that I might hang them for all to see.
A new symbol of freedom from chains
held by companies profiting from our pain.
Hunt with me so that one day we can say
The Beast is dead.
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 12:33 AM UTC