#misinformation
Imagine a man sat upon a throne.
Inflated, his ego would roam
the streets, claiming heat from the palms of the poor souls,
hands filled with deceit and greed, seizing the means of living,
watching the poor grovel at his feet and lick the sole of his heel
for a couple pennies to trickle down.
And the people around him would still represent him and boast:
What does a man like this fear the most?
A bubble growing large, needs one needle of truth
for all of its power to blow the lid wide open,
to reveal the ruse that has covered the eyes of the poor.
And the man knew this would be truly the end of his rule.
If the ripples of dissent escalated into waves,
it would flood him and everything he’s ever made,
so he makes a decision
to flood the news with so much misinformation
that any truth exposed against him would be seen
with so much scrutiny that he would carry on his blasphemy
and still be seen as God’s man on a mission.
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 8:35 AM UTC
Strangulation felt like a kiss
When I had not yet learned to breathe
Tiny pulse spikes with each threaded finger applying pressure
Lightheaded excitement dulling my sense of self
Until I stumbled into your box, small enough to fit
You closed the lid, left no holes for air
You turned the key that hangs on your chest
Taking all your time counting down my breaths
Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 11:20 AM UTC
She wrote their stories, with every detail
And took all their control away
And she knew what this could never entail
A puppeteer dancing with her puppet's sway
But don't see her as badly
This is just her mind of fiction
And the feeling that nobody could riot against her turned her madly
Which then led to the graves of inscription
And one day she met a boy
And loved him so much, she didn't control him
Until one day he rioted against her, like she was a toy
When she thought she could finally win
And she didn't know what to do, so she just wrote
And added random things for dramatic effect
And it wasn't her trying to gloat
But you can't think after you've wept
And just like all her other characters
She erased him from her mind
She couldn't handle any more pain
Even after she had been so kind
And she thought she knew him so clearly
But turns out, she was blind.
Sep 26, 2024
Sep 26, 2024 at 10:29 PM UTC
They determine our strength with no brains
We get our brains with the lack of strength
To find balance in this life is unobtainable
Unless you are the propaganda itself
With tests, they see how smart we are
With miles, they see how far we run
Run, run away from it all
But you won't get anywhere
They reward us with worthless prizes
They drown us in our unfamiliar seas
They overwork us with all we know
Is the haunting propaganda outside?
Propaganda. Manipulates us all
To believe it is utterly flawless
Flawless, you must be flawless
Flaws show ugliness and mistakes
Mistakes? There are no mistakes
When you are talking about propaganda
Sep 25, 2024
Sep 25, 2024 at 9:55 PM UTC
Modern Warfare
Propaganda
Misinformation
Hearts and minds won
Cyber attacks
Encirclement
Diplomacy feigned
Bullying and intimidation
The UN meeting
Pleas for peace
Sanctions
Countermeasures
Advancement
Land grab
Rigged elections
Outrage
Headlines galore
Time passes
New normal tolerated
Status quo accepted
Mission complete
Rinse and repeat
Andreas Simic©
Jun 17, 2022
Jun 17, 2022 at 7:20 AM UTC
What can I say?
it's come to this
riots violence hate
No blood of hero's
tyrants, kings
protesters angry
and irate
The loss of life
a tragedy
as anyone will agree
Those that died
believing lies
just how it seems
too me
Will we heal?
or fester spite
a national divide
No such time
in history
our colors run
and hide
Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 8:35 AM UTC
Maria Ressa, ano'ng problema?
Ba't hanggang ngayon, mukha pa ring lamanlupa?
Nagkakalat-lagim sa mga balita
Mayro'ng yayari sa'yo.
Ito'y kuwento ng....
....isang BULATE,
TUKMOL sa umaga,
TUOD sa gabi,
Pisngi man niya'y punuin ng kolorete
Mukhang BANGAW pa rin, walang silbi
Ibaon na ang IMPAKTA.
Maria Ressa, ano'ng problema?
Bakit mukha pa ring nayuping pugita
Mga galamay mo panggulo sa media
Mayro'ng yayari sa'yo.
Ito'y kuwento ng....
....mga payaso
fake news sa umaga,
fact-check sa gabi,
mukha nila ay sintigas ng adobe
bungo naman laman ay kamote
Ututin pa ang bunganga
Maria Ressa, ikaw ang problema
Hilig **** magkalat ng maling balita
at kapag sinita biglang magpapaawa
#DefendPressFreedom kuno?!
Ito'y kuwento ng....
....mga bulate
walang voter's I.D.
banyaga kasi
bida-bida, sumasama pa sa rally
wala namang bilang, hindi noypi
i-deport na sa kangkungan
Maria Ressa, walang problema
kahit maglaho pa tulad mo sa media
Marami pang ibang magbibigay ng balita
Walang manghihinayang sa'yo
Ito'y kuwento ng....
....mga bulate!
Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 10:50 PM UTC
Matchsticks
And a little wind
Are
Hearsay
And the coming blasphemy
By the numbers
The sign says
"Open for Business"
Opinions are mixed
As are the numbers
Let's give the world a spin now and see what burns
May 28, 2020
May 28, 2020 at 10:43 AM UTC
At swim,
girl waits with gun.
She's a half-formed thing,
having entered into it
motherless.
The fault in our stars,
the night sky with exit wounds,
is left to the grace of
a god of such small things:
fabulous disarray,
perilous notions.
It's a common tale
in tragic literature,
but here it now floats.
The red tide washing
back onto shore
as granules of sugar,
sweet as petrified honey
in the hallowed out trees:
in which we begin
to not understand.
The sea breaks its back,
lingering like the wet gossamer
of her nightdress,
covered with the scent
of stillbirth,
and the illimitable
shut-in trials:
they arrive in waves,
she weeps every time they're "borne."
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 10:09 AM UTC
divided we stand
then unity shall fall
in uprising
we topple
the greatest of all
we know
what you know
except we shout
them out loud
we see
what you see
except we never
cast them doubt
closed fist
foot planted
firm on the ground
we know no noise
until our voices abound
May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 10:41 AM UTC
Am I really that uncouth?
Have you lot yet worked out the truth.
The **** I write, it's so contrite.
I know you're dim
but I thought you might.
I've been feeding bananas to you all.
Big bananas, none are small.
All are bent, of course they are.
Enough's enough, it's gone too far.
Dear Voyeurs, to all my fans.
Some ride cycles, some drive vans.
for M&Y, yeah you're the guy.
So I bait my line and continue the lie.
But let's have it right, as well I might.
You wanted to play,
so pretended you're gay.
Now most I know aren't,
but one or two do.
Boiler repair guy with the twinkly eye.
Bent over in two, I spank with a shoe.
And all that he asks is, I call him Sue.
So I have him pegged,
for that's what he begged.
But now he knocks on my door
wanting much more.
Fuckin' Big Bent Bananas
by Kaydee.
(slurp, slurp)
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 2:55 PM UTC