#sold
when do you know you have sold your soul to the devil?
is it done over years of giving in?
is it a signed contract that invokes moral order?
who is the moral leader?
who is in charge?
when you meet the devil at the crossroads,
which crossroad is it?
was it really the devil or just a conman in a zoot suit?
oily facades placate me in such a way
as to minimize my concerns for living;
thriving.
when you sell your soul to the devil,
do you remember?
or is that part of the deal; to forget?
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 7:35 PM UTC
I work here,
I know how I work.
Do the Germans also know?
My work is hard,
My work is *****
I say I don't like it.
"If you don't like it, go home"
They say.
My work is hard,
My work is *****
"I also pay taxes" I say.
I'll say it again and again,
If I always hear,
"Find yourself another job"
But the Germans aren't to blame.
Nor the Turks.
Turkey needs currency,
Germany workers.
My country sold us abroad,
Like stepchildren.
Worthless people.
In spite of everything
It was needed for
The currency, the calm...
My country sold me to
A foreign state
My name became foreigner...
Jan 13
Jan 13, 2026 at 2:16 PM UTC
in many ways many
of us are
compromised
itemized labeled
priced bought
and sold
or
waiting in line to be.
the only escape hatch
is inside of us
do not let anyone
or en-ti-ty buy you
and do not sell yourself
take yourself off the shelf
quarantine the virus
tune in to your
humanity and
spirituality
tune out the
survival of the fittest
mentality of the
dog eat dog world.
Nov 11, 2024
Nov 11, 2024 at 11:01 AM UTC
330 million maxxed out
No to trend the seas have more women
Im just dying to make a living
Broken scarred an tired
30 plus years ahead
Am i alive or am i dead
If theres a war wheres my guns
On the mountain tops
An front lines
Vote for me president 2024
I might win again
Soon i speak one speech
Show my bloodline
They come a gunning
Im running
Hours keeping my head dry
My lips wet
***** water liquor
Days keeeps hours keeping
Dec 9, 2023
Dec 9, 2023 at 10:21 PM UTC
When I was born - mother collapsed
then she got well - never came back
Daddy was gone - most of the time
when he returned - we were attacked
Sister was told: "Feed her or else!
Mix it up right. Keep your trap shut!"
Daddy got poor - sold me for food
babies were best - earned the best cut
As I grew more - daddy was rich
hooked on the sale - power it brought
I wanted out - pleaded my cause,
he forced me down - never was caught
Apr 18, 2022
Apr 18, 2022 at 6:45 AM UTC
A chalice filled with the wine of word,
love rotted with time into hurt.
The viscous, darkened liquid
runs in veins instead of blood.
Bubbling liquids spew out
of my decaying mouth.
Bloodshot eyes are searching for
a familiar hand to hold.
Do not ask about the soul,
it's already sold.
Dec 4, 2020
Dec 4, 2020 at 11:08 AM UTC
Well I was born a self existing
Yellow Star on April 16 AM
a portal to heaven a seed star,
more then half a century ago.
Under a brilliant star I was told
like Jesus Christ I too was born.
Only I am female though
this must be a parallel world
remembered in the negative light wrongly perceived isolated
while all I do is love, give life
save lives protect loved ones.
I'm barely known or viewed even here
persecuted like Jesus was
Just look what happened to Him!
strangely in a way, I've lived His life
I heal myself and others by telepathy
with my healing hands and touch.
The same things happened to me
around the time Mom's birthed me
where she nursed me newborn
one deceiving snake covertly hid.
Later on another bit my leg
immunizing me for what was to come of me that I survived poisoning torture rejections jealousies
envies and was trashed mocked
and sold yes just like Jesus was sold
but for more $ the Jesus was
by a Catholic lunatic nun at age twelve
Perhaps because I am also
God's daughter and my fathers name was also David.
Wasn't Jesus from the house of David,?
I was plotted to be banished
as a baby and later on survivied
while many times left for dead.
Yes death is my friend, it didn't stay
or it released me every time
back to breathing
and among the living
or is it with the dead walking,?
Well then, I hope the Angels lift me up
from this grave called apartment
I shall conquer
death's final sting.
How about you? Describe
your life to me in a story poem.
~~~~~~~
By: Karijinbba
11-2920.
Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 5:11 PM UTC
I'm sold on a once thoughtful deal I never even made!
Only until I have my wallet in my very jeans back pocket am I willing to be sold towards selling myself clean!
Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 3:48 AM UTC
I
Sold
My
Soul
To
The
Devil
Because
He
Told
Me
He
Loved
Me
Feb 2, 2020
Feb 2, 2020 at 12:16 AM UTC
The pain untold -
Widen the hopes,
Hide the dreams and roam
Memories unfold -
Until memories are sold.
To that very one
Far from home.
-- Eleanor
Jan 26, 2020
Jan 26, 2020 at 1:38 PM UTC
We've truly done it
We've sold our future
for the useless millisecond
that is the present
We've gift wrapped our dreams
and sent them off to space
in hopes that one day
maybe they'll find their way back
We've sold our hearts
mass produced our compassion
and felt the void within our chests
we're heartless and we don't care
We've sold the future
to bathe in the pettiness of the now
the pathetic present
as putrid as it is
We've sold the future
like it was ours to begin with,
for something so worthless
even we don't want it-
We've sold the future.
Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 6:46 PM UTC
Taking trip to underworld
Wishing it to be wonderful
Taking pills to feel all along
Acting healthy, saying quote
Writing note for aftersoul
The reality is never told
The most important is always sold
Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 1:28 PM UTC
my heart is heavy tonight as i watch the snow fall outside from the foggy window,
i feel so alone in my own house since i was foolish enough to make my home in the arms of a man who sold to a higher bidder
Nov 9, 2019
Nov 9, 2019 at 7:43 PM UTC
Lit a candle in my chest,
Then snuffed it out and put it to rest.
You killed the light fast enough,
For the darkness to catch up.
You're the angel that lied to god,
Sold your soul to save yourself.
Jul 5, 2019
Jul 5, 2019 at 7:17 PM UTC
Where we should Go?
We have absolutely no idea
Please show us the path
Show us our fate or destiny
Wherever we visit, wherever we Go
They ask Money, They Demand Money
Somewhere they ask for tickets
Unfortunately Tickets are sold for money
Please provide us Jobs
Then we will also have some money
Then we will also pay
But until then don’t ask money from us
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 2:39 AM UTC
लिलामथा बाजारमे मेरी सारी दुनीया —२
बढ्कर भाऊ लगारहाथा सारी दुनीया
पहले मे समझ नसका ए क्या हो रहाथा
तमासा लग रहाथा हस् दिएँ फिर फजुलमे
लिलामथा बाजारमे मेरी भरी दुनीया
हमारी कामोका लगाथा पहेली बोली
सुन्कर आवाज बढी हो गया मे पसिना
तैला हमको किसिने रुपैया किसिले सोना
हाथ था शरिर मे मगर व विक्चुका था
साँस था जिस्म पर मगर मे एक लाश था
लिलामथा बजारमे मेरी भरी दुनीया
मनका लगाथा फिर दोस्री बोली —२
बढ् रहाथा भाउ मेरी उँची पर उँची
आधार मालुम कहाँ मुझको मेरा मनका
पल दो पलमे मन् नेभीे किया अलबीदा
साँसथा जिस्मपर मगर मे एक लाशथा
लिलामथा बाजारमे मेरीे भरी दुनीया
सपनोका लगाया फिर बाजारियोने बोली —२
दौलत निछावर हुवाथा मेरे उपर
खाबही देताथा मुझको जिनेकी चाहत
बगयर खाब हो गाया अब मे जानवर
साँसथा जिस्मपर, मगर मे एक लाशथा
लिलामथा बाजारमे मेरी भरी दुनीया
साँसथा जिस्मपर मगर मे एक लाशथा
लिलामथा बाजारमे मेरी सारी दुनीया
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 9:48 PM UTC
☯
Father ate bullets
for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and
sold his soul for me.
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 12:46 PM UTC
Got lost and stopped by the grotto
struck deals with villains,
and though I'm in my feelings
kneeling and ****** off
I payed to be ripped off
cadences dip, lost the lotto
Watery graves appealing strange
the solution is lame
the parade's an insane path to follow
Radical urchin burden
grifting the current
mechanisms infected
luring fevers to wallow in, ad absurdum
fathom futility in survival
famine imbibes a stifled echo of revival
in my head
I'm just playing dead for my recital
better informed to the abhorrence I'm entitled
feathered in form alluring sword alarm from Michael
clever to wars imparted forcible and vital, to the era
but staring in awe before the cycle
Bearing a maw beneath the throes along the final.
Bury me after my heart
and guard informal notions of the lauded
if calluses lift the filthy and applaud it
whittle the simply to the too intense or lawless
for a history glistening through a rose of sickly fondness
I won't ask if you were listening to all this
but I must admit
I don't think I can trust you
to be honest...
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 1:25 AM UTC
SOLD
my heart to the first bidder
hope they ease the pain and make it less bitter
SOLD
my soul to the devil himself
in this world of misery he grants eternal wealth
SOLD
my love to the moon and the stars
when night falls they take me places near yet far
SOLD
my courage to the leader of fear
anxiety is a demon i've made friends with, my dear
SOLD
my beauty to the black mirror
she shows me my selfish self so much clearer
SOLD
my body to the man with dark eyes
let him ****** me with his dreamy web of lies
SOLD
my happiness to the depression
let my mind be enveloped by blackness each session
they said i could be whatever i wanted
but how is that true when i am still haunted
the ghosts of who i used to be
prey on my aura without mercy
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 4:45 PM UTC
Imprisoned in
satin seductions,
like a jail cell of purity stained.
You were meant
to be my saviour.
But you sold me on like cattle..
Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 4:16 PM UTC
I need a mechanic.
Because you forgot me and turned my heart metallic.
You stopped caring and my gears turned rusty.
You never called and my display went fuzzy.
You don't write, you don't text...
Have you moved on to the next?
I'm standing still, sinking into the soil.
The rust is taking over, I'm leaking oil.
You sold me, and I want to cry but I can not.
You need to hold me, but you tightened the knot.
I need to cry but I can not, I am cold and on my knees.
Machines don't cry, so you told me.
Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 7:35 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Men being afraid of other men is a joke,
Pretend to have a hard exterior from ****
that they spoke,
You seem to act tougher than the man
you brought with ya' but when he leaves
all those you said will just up and choke,
Men ain't men no more, they just come with a gloat,
For me its not easy to be a black man and
be broke,
Can say it two times , can say it three times,
If I don't get it the first time, its not gon'
work,
Leave my emotions and my feelings and my anguish and my insecurities to put a
troubled man under the dirt,
Manhood comes first,
This is a curse,
Wicked worlds worth,
How many men does it take to lift the earth,
Not intimidated by no man.
/
Sparkles don't last as long than an life expectancy,
Lashing my threats to my enemies,
I am nothing but holy,
I know I could peel the corruption from my skin, my soul,
A morning like this could take me out
of feeling old,
A good solid feeling from the this I've told,
Some days I feel my words are not enough and so,
Reap what you sow,
And so will they also be sold.
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 12:25 AM UTC
an orient
with me
was this
platitude if
salt didn't
rhyme this
time that
a tempest
on the
horizon never
realized for
this endeared
pace as
the water
in the
**** by
the bay
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 9:42 AM UTC
Our new car smell wore off
So you put my love up for sale
And sold me
To the lowest bidder.
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 2:14 PM UTC