"antagonized" poems
Jade --
Stone of the side,
The antagonized
Side of green Adam, I
Smile, cross-legged,
Enigmatical,
Shifting my clarities.
So valuable!
How the sun polishes this shoulder!
And should
The moon, my
Indefatigable cousin
Rise, with her cancerous pallors,
Dragging trees --
Little bushy polyps,
Little nets,
My visibilities hide.
I gleam like a mirror.
At this facet the bridegroom arrives
Lord of the mirrors!
It is himself he guides
In among these silk
Screens, these rustling appurtenances.
I breathe, and the mouth
Veil stirs its curtain
My eye
Veil is
A concatenation of rainbows.
I am his.
Even in his
Absence, I
Revolve in my
Sheath of impossibles,
Priceless and quiet
Among these parrakeets, macaws!
O chatterers
Attendants of the eyelash!
I shall unloose
One feather, like the peacock.
Attendants of the lip!
I shall unloose
One note
Shattering
The chandelier
Of air that all day flies
Its crystals
A million ignorants.
Attendants!
Attendants!
And at his next step
I shall unloose
I shall unloose --
From the small jeweled
Doll he guards like a heart --
The lioness,
The shriek in the bath,
The cloak of holes.
5.1k
I heard a whisper.
a thought like dust
caught the air of my breath
and landed on every heartbeat still beating for something more than themselves.
a rationale.
a stable refuge.
these are the things I imbue.
nocturnal nonsense swirled about
until your gaze caught my thoughts.
I saw your eyes behind mine.
emancipated, delegated, underrated and unillustrated,
how can I better express myself.
I lost myself trying to lose you.
I carried the weight of the world on my shoulders
to your front door step and left it with a key.
Walk a mile in my shoes and still ask me who's the enemy.
I am.
I am my own downfall.
masquerades never suited me
yet I still wore it with agony.
Antagonized from every side,
the lies lie far between you and I.
I succeeded in forgetting something that never happened
and got trapped inside those angel eyes.
remain a nuisance, my misguided matrimony.
gravity awaits,
for we are all destined to fall.
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 5:57 AM UTC
You and I jokingly started.
You said to me, "I love you,"
With a joke attached.
I replied back, "I love you too,"
With my heart attached.
I felt nothing as you held it.
Maybe because it slowly melted
By your undying rage of me.
I still ask why you loved me.
Only to throw me like a clay frisbee,
and shoot with a shotgun shell
Imbued by the bitterness of you.
Pieces of it are left and it felt like hell.
I antagonized you,
I despised you,
I loathed you,
But I never stopped loving you.
I never stopped caring for you.
I hate you for leaving me.
I hate you for teaching me how to love.
I hate you for not teaching me how to stop loving you.
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 12:16 AM UTC
A man stands. overlooking two different visions. Two different choices.
On the left he gazed over the glorious modernized utopia. Tall prominent skyscrapers, gleaming in the dazzling pure sunlight. Clinical white rows of spacious suburbia. Unnaturally green gardens of perfectly shaped, perfectly cut square grass accompanying the houses. Polished, scentless people strolled down the un-littered perfection of the linear streets. Enormous great smiles featured on the faces of all. The urban paradise. Biblical, eden in practise, sanctity. Economical bliss. Unpolluted, crime free, social perfection. No inequality, racism, no hatred only love among broters. No depression. The endless rows stretched glorious miles, convenience, supermarkets, brand new glistening, hospitals, all necessity in perfect working order. No unemployment, no political unrest. Every man among equals. Utopia.
On the right hand side, wretched poverty as far as the eye can see. Cramped, overwhelmed shanty towns. Terrified people, dragging themselves through diseased streets. Crippling illness plaguing the antagonized masses. There is no employment here, no glistening new buildings. Only the decaying festering ruins of lifetimes of selfishness. Hatred, jealousy, paranoia, neurotic fluttering harpy’s, harlequins of the night. Plagued minds, plagued bodies. Gargantuan monsters of men rose from the rubble. Demented. Lava flows freely through the crumbling streets. There are no trees here, no vegetation, only blackened earth. Blackened with the ****** despair of man. Only anguish in this land. The black sun burns with hateful rage in the sooty, cloudy toxic sky, the only rain falls as corpses falling from sardine cans to the sky. Burnt out cancerous lungs, filled with sulphurous air from the giant volcano's of dead minds, spewing deadly chemicals into the already uninhabitable environment. The demons of despair stalk this land, endlessly wallowing in there own self-loathing, amongst other vile things.
The decision resting on his shoulders governs life for all men, all men to come. His left side, yearning for paradise, freedom, equality for all, peace, communal gain.
His right side leaning towards narcissistic self gain. Taking the world for himself, watching alone the setting of the poisoned blck sun, poisoned by his greed.
He walked forward, leaving the realms of choice behind him. The future was his to choose.
Apr 10, 2012
Apr 10, 2012 at 4:45 PM UTC
Convulsed, Antagonized and Exasperated!
That your drive, your will has been amputated!
I told you tomorrow, We'll start anew,
Its not been tough to just get through,
To just get by, to just live life,
Its easier to lie, to live without strife,
Your a hollow shell built by your own insistence!
A putrid scab of your former existence!
Your not worth it! your not worth the air!
How can you breathe! how can you bare!
To look at life with such vaulted illusion!
You've left me in such utter confusion!
I don’t know how you are so angry,
After all, it was your absence that made me,
No ones here to help hold me up,
No one here, I’ve ran out of luck,
So ill just sit back, let life run its course,
Just let go, ignore the remorse,
I’m done, its time to take action!
This is over, **** your satisfaction!
She held your hand! a visage of hope!
He held you up! He helped you to cope!
They looked at you! a look so beguiled!
Mother and father! look straight at their child!
Don’t bring that up, Its not even fair,
Its such a lie, that they ever cared,
I’m all alone that’s the way it should be,
So walk away and let me be me,
So sorry for yourself when its others you hurt!
Your personality shall break unless you now reassert!
The tears from your mother should bring you such pain!
Your joy ride is over! its time for my REIGN!
ILL BE SCRATCHING AND SCREAMING AND GASPING FOR AIR!
MY WILL REMAINS UNBROKEN, THIS IS OVER I SWEAR!
THIS CHANGE YOU'LL SEE, IT WILL BE SO UNTYPICAL!
THIS CHANGE IN ME! THIS CHANGE WILL BE BIBLICAL!
Dec 15, 2011
Dec 15, 2011 at 2:11 PM UTC
in my mind,
i work at a third world convention,
bleeding saliva and avocado paint
behind a mule's *** like
seeking coverage was difficult
or something.
now it's past
the pillaging of painted americans,
valleys once rolled with corn and feather's weight,
but seized by nation's serious fathers.
the table creaks as sister
literally screams, "Grace!"
and the cotton tablecloth even
bows its head in poultry's spicy scent.
i said it was past,
un-remembered after a
murderer (more than)
antagonized another's HDTV
(bold, high, pronounces, and shrieks
more shivering-ly
than when a spider stepped on my toe).
now there are halos
beginning to blush,
vibratos crescendoing to
the last of leaf's sultry breath.
Noel was large-eyed,
carols twirling lighter than snow.
they made the Lord
wonderous, because o,
my baby king,
the manger was not a velvet cushion,
and neither will his
(or your)
days to come.
Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 6:42 PM UTC
You see, you were neither my friend nor foe but remember how you despised those who interfered in your affairs? The ones who made your worse nightmare become a reality within your own mind? They are the reason your partnership fell to pieces. They are the reason you are no longer but your other half has now become mine and you, my foe. For what you don't see is that you are now not only one of those who destroyed you, but you are the worst offender of all as you know how it feels to be antagonized and pushed to your emotional limits. You will curse my partnership into the same fate as yours was. It will be doomed if you choose to hold onto the haunting memories of your past rather than embrace your life for how it has become and who you have become. **Face your demons before they too become mine and you completely lose your mind. **
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 10:25 AM UTC
In times when the heart is lodged
somewhere between the brain and the throat
I try to force it back
down to its chambers, before I choke,
or before it strangles my head's precious, antagonized gland.
There's only one way to avoid
certain tragedy, and that's to look, feel, taste.
It's either make mental tracks-
run and jump- or drown.
It's at these moments when I start
playing tricks on my mind.
Doing this is easier than you may think.
Just stop all thought,
for the mind's constant churning
chafes the heart.
Now, allow your hungry eyes to sidle
to and fro- let them wander-
dare to wonder about what hasn't,
but don't idle even for a minute
on what has, or what couldn't.
As long as you can avoid relapse,
you might even venture into what could,
as long as it's new and fresh.
As long as it isn't some woeful inquiry
growing stale since last night.
Then once you find yourself daydreaming,
or better yet, DOING,
you are halfway there.
You've made it uphill
and only need to coast down-
down the lovely unkempt slope
of impulse without crashing.
Do something new,
preferrably silly- stay
away from dangerous-
go somewhere new,
talk to a stranger,
eat something expensive,
drink a little, burp loudly.
Go wild, steer away from crazy,
but cruise through hilarity.
Bombard yourself with creative juices,
**** your phone,
bury your watch,
put on your shoes and let yourself laugh.
Once you've had some laughs,
cue up some Planet Earth
-Kung Fu's good too-
roll a joint.
Smoke it.
Grab a pizza,
fall asleep with the television on
then wake up with a smile on your face.
Trust me, it won't come off in the shower,
and trust me your heart's ok.
You're gonna be just fine.
Jul 26, 2012
Jul 26, 2012 at 12:14 PM UTC
Relay the message
There's something I'm detecting
I promise to respect it
But if he's being neglectful
Let me become careful
Caresome
Deceitless
Excuse my grammar
Im speechless
Broad day
Thinking
Dreaming
Wishing
That he's slippin
Falling right off the edge into the ocean
Leaving your heart open
Right? Open ?
When he become irresponsible and lock his keys behind the closed door; tell me that he's the only one who can't access room in your heart!!!
Ocean no!
I hope that you don't dive in behind him and allow yourself to sway from captain to captain
I hate to be captious
But
Mermaids aren't meant to be captured by a man who's heart is fractured
My net is full of caress
So while the both of you is near the cliff; I'm somewhere onshore
Ready to reel you in with so much lure
Tell him
Tell him now
That when he clown
Which results into your frowns
Let him know that I'm in town
Right around the corner
Right up the street
No where far
On the same boulevard
But if you're smart
This is where you'll start
Where you'll Start To finish
Just end it !!
I know I don't have your heart, but I'm still in it
You know how I know?
Because of his senses
His senses, make him ask you; who is it?
Who's the guy?
"How is it that I make you feel low
And somehow your still high"
His blemish
My good intentions
His senses
See how tense he is
Makes my wish list
So I'm whispering
"Do it, do it, do it"
And you are listening
But your lips isn't twitching
You kno he'll lose it
Your eyes are glistening
His eyes is blistering
I wish I was present for witnessing
Strange because I'm smiling for your cries
Waiting for you to tell him goodbye
So I can actualize on his lies.
Capitalize on his disguise
Tell him
Tell him that it's me, who he thought that he was when he was not being truthful
His creativity and imagination
Is ambiguous and hellacious
Let him know that he have your heart, but it belong to someone else
Also make it clear that he antagonized on someone else's prize
And while your eyes are teary; you laugh and tell him that someone else has come to title him as your last
At this point He knew this wasn't gonna last, but he must ask
And ask
Again and again
Who is he?
Then you tell him ...
Tell him that he met me before and I looked him dead in the eyes like a man but didn't shake his hand.
...
Tell him that I basically told him
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 4:33 AM UTC
The issue with the Ego isn't the Ego itself:
like many other aspects of sentient Life,
Intention and Willpower navigate a Vessel
whither it may will to be- consciously or no!
True Wisdom is subtle: implicit
in every single last one of the ten-thousand things.
Incidentally, such subtlety nests grave danger:
such capacity to be overlooked or ignored-
manipulated, extorted, distorted;
abused, neglected: abandoned.
Antagonized.
Beware. Tread lightly.
Please think and act with utmost care.
Be as Tao; as the rest.
Non-seek Zen mind.
Everything is precisely as it must be,
with exception of Human mentality.
Follow your Heart, but utilize thy Brain.
Find a purpose and learn from the pain.
Through just struggle does One justly gain.
By Empathy, could we all do just the same?
Let's just try it and see, shall we?
The Force takes care of it's own.
Thank you for reading.
Blessings upon thy Path.
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Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 5:07 PM UTC
Limbs have faltered amidst a fast-paced act,
Liquid fills you up.
Antagonized in desperation,
Reach out for the gun.
This moment of ecstatic flavour
Brought misery.
The shivers, the strangest twists.
Defiler is you.
Night is filled with red light from the sun
And white-red mixture.
Calls upon you the servant of god,
With vicious intentions.
Violate your existence,
They forced the life out of you.
In the end it all comes in place,
The void is within.
Who expected nothing less of you,
Whose eyes filled with tears,
They would follow you and die,
They'd always protect you.
Would you follow their lead into light,
Or succumb to this weakness?
The fear of hurting them pains your mind.
Defiled defiler.
May never escape this nightmare unscathed,
May never reside in this homeland.
The pain subsides yet the emptiness grows,
The one that was you is no longer.
They would have never understood,
You'd never agree for a half-life.
Trapped in a cage by events of the night,
Your will still roams free on the inside.
Jul 29, 2020
Jul 29, 2020 at 2:43 PM UTC
Brother moons chalky,
saturnine crescent
could barely penetrate
the giant’s
match-stick forest:
its burnished copper foliage
would remain latent,
for now.
This night antagonized
our souls,
darker when I stared into its
vacuous depths
than when glanced
from my minds periphery.
Pervasive,
it exploited the valleys repose.
Crystal.
Morning’s volition was heralded
with a transient
thaw.
December’s waking drafts
spoke ardently
of a daughter lost:
for centuries
a solitary bloom,
sustained by unseen conduits,
grew
upon the surface
of a fallow field.
Now it lay,
defiled by my hand.
Her blood-stained spray seeped
into the earths russet tunic.
Dawn’s sentries:
two soot black crows,
stalked a field’s beaded
hawthorn seam as a
church knells cadence
punctuated
the airs discourse from its holy precipice;
death, death, death
sonorous
on my ear.
©Thomas Gabriel
Dec 4, 2011
Dec 4, 2011 at 6:40 PM UTC
Alone in the city of melancholy,
I feel the street sides smoldering my hazy eyelids.
At night the moons of lanterns touch me only marginally
and wing cracked moths circle the illuminated edges of the panel building's decayed balcony -
gentle; endlessly.
Infinite depths of gray beneath the stone canyon skin
of 1980's asphalt-wrinkled face of my ardently antagonized Berlin.
© fey (17/08/23)
Aug 17, 2023
Aug 17, 2023 at 10:58 AM UTC
You who've found love, I hope that you see,
The creative power of its majesty,
And do seek not by the power of Love,
To change once a hawk, into a dove.
Love's power is, the Pow'r above all,
To give response, To answer this call:
"Write stories large of thy life on earth;
Passing those on through giving of birth.
Birth ye a child, or birth ye a song,
The power of Love is thy chance to live on.
Antagonized by hate and Apathy,
The sin is letting these define ye."
This, the command received from on high,
A creator's demand: Go forth, multiply.
Multiply Love, multiply Trust
Multiply Joy in all of us.
Given to answer our quest for our why.
The Creator's answer: my love, multiply.
Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 11:28 PM UTC
sometimes i feel like I'm walking up a down staircase
like the whole world is moving in one harmonious direction
and I'm lost in a sea of roads antagonized by dead ends
my head feels crazy
bolts are unscrewed and wires are crossed
a mechanical malfunction
sometimes i am up
up up up
my skin tingles with activity
dynamite in under the surface ready to be detonated
vibrations circulate
and cells dance with one another
i am wild
animalistic
invincible
sometimes i am down
down down down
darkened hope reigns
a wave of black water runs around me in circles
my lungs spill over with it and i suffocate
my throat burns with sorrow
suspended in pure agony
as the waves laugh and swallow me
i am devoured by ebony
terrorized by my own thoughts
body stuck in a tar of sadness
i feel death smile down on my distortion
he waits for the waves to finally drown me
Some times i am red
red red red
anger is all there is
it clouds my vision
making my ember eyes glow
fire runs through my blood
feeding into my muscles
pure rage envelops me in its choke hold and i lose control
violence plays my core like a set of flaming drums
furry has made a home in my chest
covered in red, the anger waxes
consuming me in a blood moon
up
down
red
up
down
red
a see-saw in my head.
Mar 29, 2011
Mar 29, 2011 at 10:10 PM UTC
tug of war
at each end of my mind
one saying stay
and
one saying fight
each time stay wins
I'm paralyzed
each time fight wins
I'm antagonized
but when I'm stuck
in the center
___
I'd rather just
cut the rope altogether
~ ~
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 5:32 AM UTC
life seized on the ledge,
imagination wild and weary,
thereupon.
timid footing curled
at the precipice, mindful and
curious, both, uniquely mine,
undoubtedly present.
the best and the least of me
stand at my sides
uncertain of the future,
puzzled by vistas beheld,
the obscurity of chance
sprawled athwart;
the pageantry of it all.
naive romance waxes,
as a caucophony swells within,
memories cradling the past,
but sand falls through hands
even when clenched.
the noise finally subsides
to a single note of wonder:
to realize,
the best thing about uncertainty
is to be antagonized by its potential-
knowing its out there,
life, there for the taking.
and of that, i am certain.
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 12:42 AM UTC
Where are you to hold me when I need you to?
Where are the understanding thoughts others have of my imperfections when I can't help myself either?
Why do the horrid memories replay in my hippocampus when I thought I already turned them off?
Where is my mania to squash my depression half?
Why do I seem helpless and wait forever to succeed in the adult world?
Why do I get so intensely excited then become an antagonistic monster?
Why did I not know then what I know now?
Becoming a victim completely unaware.
Proved wrong and I strip to be the bad one
so everyone shuts up.
Humiliated and hurt and everyone looks out for me.
Naive behavior and hunger too strong I steal from others.
Tears swelling in front of small children.
A girl who wanted nothing but for me to suffer.
A boy who wanted nothing but my genitals.
A troubled woman who wanted nothing but my time.
A guy who wanted nothing but for me to be his *****
A guy who possessed me,
Though everyone at some point
Did.
I've been owned, abused, humiliated, hurt, assaulted, victimized, bullied, made fun of, attempted to **** myself, blown off, screamed at, fought with, admonished, antagonized, used, looked down on, bossed around, yelled at, pushed, shoved, thrown away.
Today,
I have love that is a beautiful miracle and proof I will be loved without being pushed into what's only for him.
I have a few good friends who care and don't grab my hand.
I occasionally hate who I'm becoming when the anger within is the kraken in my body swerves herself around me inside slowly and aggressively.
Only way she comes out is through profane vulgarity in my words and through my lips.
They're gone,
They're not mine,
They're hurtful,
But remember they're only for a moment.
I'll be done with the anger one day someday,
and the kraken is just a myth.
Though my traumatic stories may seem like a myth too,
be grateful I'm still here and
smiling.:)
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 10:20 PM UTC
antagonized, sullen, and unshakeable,
I rest under the shade of a heavy tree,
a crepuscular creature who lives most
at edged breaks of sun, dusk and dawn
my stamina grows in strength, as does my patience and durability,
but I know my insatiable pursuits will fade, or they'll be yielding;
if I want things, I will get them, I will have them, and they are mine
I look over, past the horizontal thing, "edge"
with all the weariness of a battle-scarred lion,
silver-striped with the accumulated congealed
****** flesh of foes under my scuttling claws
that scamper down the ridges of the slower,
quieter animals that I have singled out as mine,
until I am done with games and rip out spines
I am not long in tooth, but I am experienced enough,
to the point, where I do not want to fight very long
for what I have earned, and for what is entitled to me,
and if I must fight long, afterwards, I am vindictive
I look at the horizon, with all the prowess possessed
in my being, in my breeding, ingrained in my bones
I have a greater strength than I have even begun to
even actualize, and I just only started flexing, slowly
I am greedy for the world, every bad beast and cur,
with marrow in their bones, I wish to tussle with,
I will be ready for you, I await you with a sly grin,
come call me at home, for I will be biding, till then
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 12:58 AM UTC
She sat next to me,
Her feet betwixt mine.
Looked at me dearly,
And punched me easily.
I yelped, and cocked,
I took one look at her
And punched her forcefully,
Square on her face, unhesitantly.
Surprised and antagonized,
Her eyebrows questioned,
"Why the hell?" I bemoaned
Her face red, she left me.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 5:24 AM UTC
All dressed up for the ball
I remain locked away
From the dancing floor of love
Marooned on the side lines
As couples dance and swing
Within there completed circles
Am I to sing on the roof tops
Dance naked in the rain
What will it be
For them to see
As I silently beg
like a lost child
I wonder around a giant maze
Desperately looking for the center
And only find many dead ends
Searching with a fear
As a chasing Minotaur
Is on my back
As every romantic triumph
Dissolves into a chaotic car crash
I throw myself into
A swamp of disgust
I am the old romantic steam
Engine all run out of puff
Stationed on the platform of self
I am just a novel excursion
For the kind soul to play
Placed so so far away
In an antagonized frustration
I hammer the last nail into
The coffin of the other as all
Thoughts and dreams of a
Partner die buried in the ground
Bare foot on pebbles
I wobble in the thought
Of a life with aloneness
As many beasts surround me
Wishing to devour my happiness
Like a T-REX! I stand tall
And I gobble , them all ! up
YUMMY YUMMY
For my heart reins
Like a king over all
As it is my heart that sparkles
When the music plays
With many dashes and flashes
Fluctuating colors within my heart
I am a walking road show
A disco fever
With the Minotaur slain
I find the center of my maze
No longer at the mercy
Of the fickle other
Released from the confines
Of my political mind
A million jack in the boxes
Spring out of me
As I am surprised
By the many treasures
The Lord placed in me
As many ring and sing
All birds collect in me
In the end the old romantic
Finds his steam and iron strength
Puff puff puff into the country I chug
As i whined myself into Gods beauty
The death of the other
Can be the beginning
A deeper adventure
Into your sweet self
So off we all chug
Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 3:32 PM UTC
Inasmuch I had found confort
within a self unbeknown,
inasmuch I had found peace
within solitude of reality,
I sought objective truth above all
to cure mine ailing curiosity.
Be it I suffer more tomorrow.
Be it mine eyes see darkness
in the light of truth.
I have discovered the device of mine own undoing mayhaps.
For under further introspection,
the reality of the self has become falsified.
The belief of joy as divine?
A mere chemical addiction.
The concept of deity?
A mere pretense of faith.
The mechanics of value dissected,
exposing their arbitrary innards.
For more unwelcome as it may be,
ironic at its purest, the deeper I dig,
the more grave it comes to be.
The more literality I come to accept,
the less literate I come to be.
Washing off all purity
after affirming my sins,
my being becomes one with nature;
realizing the amoral animal within.
Within...
Albeit a minor change animate.
Albeit a subtle suggestion of expression,
or so I had thought.
Now stripped internally
of the faulty concepts:
of the subjective meaning,
of the unobtainable purpose,
of the illusionary empathy,
of the misguided sympathy--
Constructs now ****** and broken for their purpose within.
Constructs antagonized for their naughtness without.
Naught of important significance.
Culling of transcendent thought
unto an impulsive materialism.
nothing more than what is observed
shall be of any use to me.
I am enlightened.
And the price of this enlightenment?...
Only my soul.
Nov 30, 2019
Nov 30, 2019 at 7:49 AM UTC
The Fog n Funk is choking!
It’s so hot it’s burnin’ my internals!
The best ideas come out,
When your head is stuffed in a thought
I said a yeahhhhh… (4x)
Why not write it down??
The time to rake is beating away,
Upon the sun it get’s hooked everyday,
Realize that these petrified, antagonized,
World disappears,
Around the Outer Zone,
Falling on solid ground
I said a yeahhhhhh… (x2)
Get up and blow your head off!
Nov 15, 2012
Nov 15, 2012 at 11:30 PM UTC
even when you forgive me for everything
I keep asking myself
am I the bad guy?
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 10:36 PM UTC
The revolution will be televised,
people flooding the streets, the skies.
All who oppose will be demised,
critisized,
antagonized.
Those who carry on will be prized.
And so the cycle continues, generation after generation.
It’s hard to tell what mutation will come to fruition,
but the fact of the matter is that it’ll be just as superficial as the last.
Nobody wants to be different, do they?
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 6:51 PM UTC