#ostracism
Do you want to be a man?
If you want to be a
man,
then stand up for your belief.
Stand up for your right.
Give up your goodness
and give up your
pride.
The people will spit,
will cry,
will run.
Do you let that
be who you are?
No.
You.
Can’t.
Do you let the
allegatory
build your throne?
Do you wish
for your name
to be set in stone?
For the good?
For the wrong?
For the lie?
For the truth?
For the
gladiator
they will make
of you?
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 12:07 AM UTC
Fireworks pop in the distance
As people's shadows embrace them
A day of celebration turned dark
As fireworks turn into bullets
And bullets claim several flowering lives
Smiles and chatter fade into
Emptiness and silence
And suddenly it is no longer just fifteen
But a whole community
Being hunted
Laid in straits barren
Vultures circling above again
Rot and rotting
And death again
Til we grieve and mourn and
Fill ourselves with hatred again
None of this should have happened
And none of the ensuing events as well.
Should we not question our actions
Question our reality
Why a whole community
Is judged by the actions of a small small minority.
There is a right way to go about things
Just not like this...
And the peaceful sea,
The law of the land
Comes in after its low tide,
Coming back in to claim
The innocent short lived trust
And sow ostracism in its place
Let these souls rest in peace
And let the living grieve; instead of fearing for their lives.
Dec 24, 2025
Dec 24, 2025 at 6:16 AM UTC
Look at me like an animal,
with-drawled and wing over young;
my peers.
Separate them from us, perceived as vile.
You fabricate a false stigma,
a shrouding ghost stench we excrete.
You’ve kept me from connection,
congealed by your false projection!
Falling farther from coitus, laughter, and joyous.
Torch of aspiration, doused in fabrication.
Curious, like a bee,
buzzing around but can’t see.
Craving sent bitter,
they hate all but those sitter.
Elect thyself primus.
Hate me like a sinner.
Blasphemy to love brother or sister.
You can’t mask your vileness.
You’ve kept me from connection,
congealed by your false projection!
Falling farther from coitus, laughter, and joyous.
Torch of aspiration, doused in fabrication.
Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 3:20 PM UTC
Sometimes the silence
Is louder than fireworks
So I put my headphones on
To block the cacophony of ostracism.
Sometimes the crowd
Is lonelier than solitude
So I withdraw from society
To enjoy the company of seclusion.
Mar 21, 2020
Mar 21, 2020 at 10:38 AM UTC