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Devin Eggins May 2015
You slay my clan so i hate you
But whats this feeling deep inside?
I will end you elder brother.
This is about more than pride
I've heard the stories and believed the lies
But I see it in your eyes
You staged this whole thing and for what reason?
As far as we know you comitted treason.
So I'll take you down just watch me.
But part of me misses my brother, Itachi
Kara Jean Jun 2016
Perception is a sickness we conceive.
Letting people control our reactions.
Changing our level of satisfaction.
There is choices in every emotion we produce.
Being offended is a feeling we have comitted.
What you say or do has no effect on my rationality.
Unless, I let your insecurities influence how I carry my body.
Addressing our contaminations helps open our eyes.
No longer being victimized by the lies others drown us in.
We can make the decision to keep opposition or let it roll down like rain.
Having positivity in all is an unlikely belief.
However doesn't mean it can not be studied.
Self control, dedication and confidence is the mixture you need.
Do not wallow in self inflicted misery.
All it takes is you to make a change.
There is no other reasoning it really is simplicity.
Drunk poet Jul 2016
A poem is like a naked person,
That needs redemption and mercy,
And every expression to impress,
And comitted like a press.

Every expressions are specious,
And rhythms  ostentatious,
Poets with their dulcet lips,
Giving vulnerability to your hips

Poets use one's Achilles' heels as
Leverage,
With many diction and language,
Their words can't be insipid,
So they play the cupid.

Poets seems complaisant,
Tantalizing those counts,
She said poet are killers,
But they claim to be healers.

Poets take their hyperborical expression
To the peak,
Making all your bones weak,
She said Poets are liars,
Oh! Poets are murderers.

Poets will make your soul tremulous,
With those words, sounding mellifluous,
Poets take you to the imaginary world,
Perhaps with just a word.

But Poets change their environment,
Releasing the truth from its confinement,
Chastising the revolts and destroyers
With mere pen and paper.

But she wouldn't agree,
Not to any degree,
She said Poets are liars,
Oh! Poets are murderers!
KathleenAMaloney Mar 2016
Leftovers...
Sometimes they eat just like a gourmet rocket ship
landed on the moon
And other times
Well, other times...
They could be the last stop just before the garbage can
The real Last Super.. After..
Realization.
.....for crimes that had never been comitted

If The Word says.. "I love you.. "
Which one woild it be?
Garbage returned?
Or
Garbage dumped out?

Pure Essence of Life..
pouring thru the space between fingers...
Now forgotten hand's Divine Givingness

Judas Price
Gold for Some
And bloods watery emptiness  for others
****** for Greed

Death of Christ

Tears are the realness of a Mothers Touch taken away
Witnessed, by God's Own Law,  Compassion.
Are their any who passed?
L Jun 2019
hAVE mERCY. fOR eVERY fAULT i hAVE mADE. fOR eVERY wRONGDOING i hAVE cOMITTED. fOR eVERY uNJUST aND uNRIGHTEOUS dEED
i hAVE pARTAKEN iN. fORGIVE mE fOR eVERY uNHOLY aCTION i hAVE iMPLIMENTED
iN mY lIFE. sPARE mY sOUL.

aMEN,
Kelle Apr 2012
The first of thirty and the first time I've ever comitted to something I find very important.

Beneath my chest are two parachutes
On a daily basis the expand themselves,
with each breath.

Moving in a synchronized fashion, togther
they support the same body.
Never does one think of the consequence,
often embracing the heat of a cigarette
or the medically created air of an inhaler

My lungs
They make the best parachutes

Capillary kite strings,
perfect precision of movement
between the fine lines of the atmosphere

Kite strings that are often and only severed by a blunt force trauma
that, waking up feeling of getting hit by a truck
too many cigarettes between nervous conversations with a ghost

or the constant reassurance between inhalations that sometime soon,
my heart will beat again like it used too
for something that matters
instead of something that should matter

My lungs make the best parachutes
never ceasing to stop their rhythm
constantly supporting the downfalls.
Krusty Aranda Dec 2014
And there she is. The reason for this altar. Decorating it just like Jesus in his cross. Her eyes open, looking down on me in an empty stare. Her body naked, clean, and pure, posing in front of a glowing, golden ring hanging from the ceiling. It is decorated with prayers, written in an ancient, secret, almost demonic, language. She is motionless, voiceless, lifeless.


   She was playing a part in the latest short film from a famed, young director. Her part was that of a shy, frightened girl in an abusive relationship, who wanted to end it before he ended her. In the script was written that she'd die by his hand. A passional crime comitted while she slept. Her life ended by a knife, still sticking out of the back of her lifeless body when it was found by her, now terrified, roommate.
   She had had a few other acting roles before this one, but this was the one that could launch her career. Sadly it would never come to be.
   When the time came to film the "discovery of the body" scene, the cast wasn't so sure about the story ending with the death of the protagonist. They felt it was too extreme for the message they were trying to share. They talked to the director, trying to change the death of the girl into nothing more than a violent fight between the couple. After much thought, the director agrees to change the script.
   But no one can change the script of fate.
   Once the script was re-written, ready to be filmed, the whole cast was called in to do so, but something was amiss. The lead actress hadn't come. Her answering machine had over 78 unheard messages. Her inbox full of unread e-mails titled Where are you?!.

  
   No one would know anything about her again. No one but me.
Cassidy Chambers Jan 2014
You not being able to trust me is comparable to life spent in prison. I comitted crimes before, pleading guilty to sleeping with another man before you even asked. I would not have shed my clothes for him had I known  you were coming back. I know now that fights do not always lead to a final goodbye.

His touch felt so strange. Boney hands glided across my skin. He didn't give me goosebumps. Instead, the tips of his fingers were bees.  I lost your trust in exchange for being stung a dozen times. You gave me a life sentence, when i am already imprisoned by my conscience.

Please consider a retrial
Shazia ullah Dec 2015
We are not them
Dont judge me because of my religion
Dont judge us all the same
My religion teaches me peace
It teaches me love
It tells me to show compassion
Not like what you think of us
My religion is beautiful
Same as yours
Dont label us of crimes
Not comitted by us as a whole
There are muslims in the world
Just like there are the idiots
Idiots who hide behind false faces
They are not me and i am not them
I represent me, they dont do the same
So many religions
All struggling to get into heaven
Similar beliefs, same goal
Together we conquer
Divided we fall
Not just 1 religion
But the whole world
Hand in hand
We stand tall
Muslims stand in prayer
Shoulder to shoulder
To stop the devil winning
The world should do the same
Not to be muslim
But to be human,
To stop the ones separating us
Giving the terror they cause the name of Islam
moss Apr 2015
He thumps in your chest
Never stops to rest
Beat and beat
From head to feet
Keeps you going
Keeps blood flowing
Pumps life in you
'Til your life is through

Despite his cause
He recieves no applause
For he's to blame
For all our pain
But is that true
If only we knew
The anatomical heart
Isn't the one tearing us apart

He does his job
Doesn't blab his gob
And yet we gloat
On our scapegoat
We point our flaws
Against all laws
And he is the defendant
Still we are so dependant

He says, "I'm full of reason.
I've comitted no treason.
If you feel drained,
Accuse the brain.
She always gets away with it.
It makes me want to have a fit.
She toys with your emotions.
I've created no commotion."

Feeling comes from our mind
So next time try to be kind
Because the atomical heart
Is an important body part
And you wouldn't want to beat it down
Then one day find that it has drowned
In your false accusations
Made by your frustrations
David Bojay Dec 2014
You know, there are things in which I would like to answer
Your face pops up all the time and I wake up and think if you're awake
I have the courage to talk to you, you're on my mind
I look back at what we used to be and judge it
I pick holes at what we used to be
I think things are better now
I'm secure finally
I think I'll love you better
It's 5am, just a normal day... making myself some tea
You know how many things have to happen before we see eachother
The thoughts that cross my mind
The things I would do, the things I end up doing between that time
Everything used to be so off
I'm observant but I speak on it now
You're asleep right now and I wouldn't mind waking up next to you
It's a cool thought even though we're still teens
The thing is, have I caused so much damage to go back?
Or too much to go forward?
The thing is, I cant leave you like that
I myself wont allow someone I love to be left without security
Without my love in her heart
While you're reading this a lot is going through your head
While you're reading this, a lot of people are drying
Kids are getting *****
Houses are being burned down
Babies are getting aborted
People aren't making it through surgery
Someone just comitted suicide
AND I'M STANDING ON THE LEDGE OF LOVE YELLING I CAN MAKE YOU FORGET ABOUT THOSE THINGS THAT HAPPEN
I can heLP YOU NOT GIVE A **** ABOUT WHAT PEOPLE THINK ABOUT YOU
THAT HOLDS YOU BACK
I spent the majority of my teen years debating if my days would come to end eternally
Eventually, they all do
Physcally tired but **** it
Keep it going
I haven't lost my touch
I thought I wouldn't love right
Then again, define it
You can't define the way we act
Our motives are ours
You know what's ******* crazy
We're ******* awesome
Think of yourself
Think of your brain
There are two hemispheres
Think of the functions, the muscles, the abstracts, think of your ******* spinal cord that connects your body to your brain
Think of your will power
Now think of the "we are one" thing
Think of us
Alright I'm off to drink my tea now, it's ready
Ellie Sora Mar 2016
Can you, please, not call me?
Let my mind be free
I need some time alone
And a place that I can call my own
I want everyone to go away
I want some silence for at least a day

The sun may not rise, for all I care, at all
I’ll ignore every call
I’ll pretend I don’t exist
And I’ll delete every call I’ve missed
I’ll imagine that the world has died
And that I’ve finally comitted my suicide

Oh, and at the end, how good I’ll feel
Even though I know it isn’t real
I’ll just pretend that all is dream
And my eyes again can start to gleam
Just like then, for sure
When everything seemed pure

I just want to close my eyes
Until the dead ones rise
And I can join them then, at last
With everything but with my past

So I’m begging you, don’t make a blunder
Do not call me, just lose my number
Oh, you are life to me.
The one I  ever love.
Oh, I suffer and worry
over how to get and keep your love.
Oh, with the coin of my heart
and the coin of my soul
I seek to exchange for the coin of your love.
Such a small and insignificant thing to you
the whole world to me.
Oh, how I beg and throw myself at you feet
that there is yet just a small place
in your heart for me.
Oh, without you my life is over
and my race is run
and my sun sets forever.
into an eternal night and winter.
Oh, lovely exotic creature
from a faroff land
how the world knows not
all my love for you.
Oh, how this world would call me a fool
and heap ridicule upon ridicule
in its disdain of my love for you
as though I had comitted a great crime.
I do not care! I have stopped caring long ago.
Oh, if you take all this hope
all this hope of your love form me
then take a poison tipped blade
and plunge it deep into my heart.
Oh, how this would be more merciful by far
than the slow death
that I would die without your love.
Oh, your silence is more painful
than a thousand whips upon my flesh
when I beg you to say the words
the words I long to hear
"I love you."
those words!
Oh, how I live and die by them!
Oh, if you were to say those wordss
how the sound of your voice
would be sweeter then honey
and more lovely than the song birds
upon an early spring morning.
Oh, angel of eternal heavenly light
no tongue can tell
of the depth of my love for you!
Geno Cattouse Jul 2014
Here puppy puppy ....
Nice doggie.....no... no...
Good boy.... fetch.... come....come... STAY ?
Ahhh ****.
Usually female  sometimes a Man...ish.
Loving dogs more than people.... over comitted to making Rover roll over.
Tricks for treats.
Scoobie snacks for low self eztteeemers.
Johnny wont behave or comply.
Get a dog or a ****.
Dogs are faitfull  even when ya kickem. All paws and tongue. Never ever singing WE SHALL OVERCOME
Zac Truskowski May 2014
Being paranoid is being stuck in a prison in my mind, i and yet i know i comitted no crime, and yet with time i still see no rhyme or reason why i m being blamed fo this teason. It feels like i am going cray or maybe i am just too lazy to look on the bright side of things, oh how i hate how much it stings. Being trampled by your own thoughts is a horrible way to go, i think i'd rather freeze to death in the freezing snow. Everything is real, at least that's how it feels, i feel like i haveto *** but i can never make it gleem. Oh this feeling i dread, sometimes i think i'd rather be dead or at least hit in the head, to get these thoughts out of my mind or at least find a fine line between fiction and reality but thats not going to happen on a little caesers salary. Everything feels real but i know its not, sometimes i wanna go back to smoking ***. i know i need help before i start to yelp. If i dont i feel like ill hang by my neck and by then it will be too late to correct. Being paranoid is being stuck in a prison in my mind, i feel like i commited no crime...
Vladimir s Krebs Nov 2015
i'm insane people say cause i stand alone away from society.
but i don't have any fault line. i'm not ashamed of what happened last time.
it was all of us that comitted in the act of our lives.
if we stick to gather we wont lose our minds like maybe tomarrow.
falling out of the group becomes the weakness that will make our minds go completly insane.
where do i stand when we all split away from the group.
why did we all split up cause i be came antie social agenst all that we stood for.
why did you want to bring me back to start a new group to become strong again.

when we all split we all made a fault that broke the ties that we made but now its all lies that we created to hide away to move one with life
mindless
You ask me if having a baby in this world is selfish.

I imagine two stout bodied genderless dwarves.
with beards.
hand pumping a minecart down
subway tracks in Boston.

Hear the rattling
cart wheels along iron tracks.
the crackling fire of a lit torch
Illuminating an obvious macguffin
a glimmering maguyvery boulder
in the side of the tunnel.

This vision is a testament to how well I pay attention
When I have tunnel vision.

One pulled lever slows the minecart to a screaching stop
the dwarves zelda bomb their way inside

There is a man behind it
the size of a mountain
hooked up to a bypap machine
umbilical corded to a television

he does not know whether he is nocturnal,
trusts his wristwatch to tell time
Which was over $5,000 dollars.
trusts this watch
about as far
as he can throw his money away.
So He collects watches.

I ask you.
Does this man sound alive?

Do you think he more closely
resembles a metaphor
For children zombied into media leashes.
another pet to pitch in the graveyard
of working class
blades of grass leaning on the T
nodding off to sleep?

Or is he more like us.
escapists
wandering eyes
With roots in our mattresses
Shackled in the entertainment
Always breathing
inflating never creating.
or breathing out.

Would a child help us out?
would that be selfish?

breath can we still
tubes of oxygen up our noses.
can we rip out the catheder
save with will power
would a child somehow spin
eugenic honey
royal bee propaganda jelly
Would we see the world without sepia
no more screen filters
less headaches
less screen time
advil addiction.
Two less pills taken
comitted to attention.
stuck in tunnel vision
smoke and mirrors
are so shiny after blue pills

This mountain of a man
said to ask the man on the mountain
and I was so deep in my grave
I decided to dig down thinking
If This is hell I must be at the earths
molten core, so the road up
is just as long as the road
in any direction so long as i went straight.
But I change directions all the time.
And I still haven't hit the surface
And I keep building boulders
to keep out the cave rats
and making them obvious,
glimmerig macguffins so adventurers
will zelda bomb them open
and find me sitting here
watching the world go by
losing track of time
But always checking the clock on my wrist.
Because it's so beautiful
and biological.
The ticking is so loud
I'm deafened to the humming
of my oxygen machine.
the television,
screaching minecart breaks
My front door being blown open.
By zelda bombs

I'm stagnant with nothing but
my dreams and a metranome
Counting down to the day
I hate this television enough
To turn it off

Trust this clock enough to turn it back.

For a breif moment hear the
screaching subway tracks
The whirring of my bipap,
The bombs going off
not just at my front door
but all over the world.
blowing open my eyes to see finally

that life isn't worth a bomb shelter.
If I can't be selfish,

**** repopulting the earth.
I am going to paint drooping clocks
eat non-parishables ironically
and Die an honest man.
Meghan Young Aug 2018
People commit to one another by saying death do us part.
Shouldn't that mean to your future children to.
Why alienate your own child.
Why leave your child without answers as to why you left.
Why don't you bother years later try to hold a conversation after they said sorry for something they don't even know what they did.
I don't understand.
Death do us part.
Means nothing anymore to anyone.
You make a commitment to someone you try to work that **** out.
If you can't be thr for your children you shouldn't have comitted...
Shouldn't have said sickness and in health... or death do us part...
Because I'm apart of you and you act like I don't exist.
Jesse Jan 2019
Beaten, battered, bruised and torn,
Mocked and cursed, our object of scorn.
They led him through the streets of Jerusalem that day,
As he dragged a heavy cross on the way.
He was marred so bad that you could barely see man,
For from his brow crimson blood ran. Some jeering guards nearby did adorn,
His gentle brow with a crown made of thorns.
But while this cruelty went on in the streets,
It's outside the city that this story is complete.
As this man dragged his cross up the torturous hill,
He collapsesld out of exhaustion, not out of will.
So they passed off his Cross to a man standing by,
And prodded him on to lift him up high.
At the top of the hill he collapsed once more,
As if there was an unseen burden that He bore.
Then the soldiers without sense of pity or shame,
Stripped this man naked and fixed him a name.
"King of the Jews" declared the sign to the crowd,
Yet before this king not one man bowed.
Then they fastened with nails his hands to the wood,
Before lifting up the rugged Cross where it stood.
In the eyes of all, naked and bare,
not one person present could hold this man's stare.
For it wasn't with hate that he looked down on us all,
But with eyes full of mercy with which He did call.
He cried out in his agony for the forgiveness of man,
then suffered in silence till he cried out again.
He comitted His spirit on up to his Lord,
And then bowed his head and slumped 'gainst the board.
An ominous silence settled on all standing by,
As a blanket of black clouds rolled over the sky.
The ground started to shake and violently did fit,
As if the Earth below was it going to split.
A Roman guard standing by said it with his own lips,
"This man was Gods Son and we've marred Him with whips..."
We have pierced him through and spilled blood from on high,
Yet His only defense was those forgiving eyes.
We stand here condemned, Holy blood on our hands,
Murderers and liars, thieves and brigands.
What is to become of us for the wrong we have done?
Our sin has culminated in the death of God's Son!
The thought plagued me for nights, two days to be true,
Till news came from friends, once old now made new!
They told me the reason this man died on the cross,
To give up His life to seek out and save the lost.
He on the cross bore the wages of sin,
And descended to hell, my soul to win,
He has won victory over death and the grave,
So that all who believe in Him might be saved.
So be done with your guilt, let go of your shame, let condemnation fall to the ground.
For Christ has removed it for all who believe. Let the praise of his glory resound.
Where O death is your victory where O death is your sting?
For the power you held has now been expelled and crushed 'neath the foot of the king.
Thank you my lord for the mercy You gave when my life was near it's end. This privilege have I, has open my eyes, a God who calls me his friend.
Clarkia Dec 2023
I sing along to
Nirvana's About A Girl
And then I pull in
And see you hanging there
From the balcony
Of our beautfiul home
I try to save you
But it's too late
I unplug you on the sixth
When the doctors
Claim you are brain dead
There is no hope
Then for years
I learn about miracles
Maybe I should have left you plugged in
Maybe I shouldn't have listened
Maybe I destroyed a miracle
Gifted to me from jah
And I will never deserve another miracle
So you died once
Maybe twice
And I died every second
Then every minute
Then every hour
Every day
Until finally
I learned to live in some truncated way
I only die several times a year
Or maybe I just don't count anymore
Because I am accustomed to it now
The loss of a lifetime
The loss of love and marriage
Never remarrying
Never having kids
Dying on the days that remind me of you
Valentines, the day your proposed, the day we married, your birthday, halloween, the days you died, christmas.
I never really live my life to the fullest
I never can
No matter how I try
There is a piece of me you took with you
When you comitted suicide
The piece of me
That wishes
You'd killed me first
Dec 3, 2023
Jonas Aug 2022
You said I'd be like a guardian angel,
to you
a knight in shining armor.
You trust me completly
You let yourself go

Please don't elevate me like that
Not when I could hit you
and you'd stay
stay still
stay still with me.

You don't have healthy boundries
at all
and how could you?
When no on ever taught you
taught you to care for you.

That power scares me
the power you give me over you
It acts corrupting
There is something rotten here
something you are yet to see
that you're slowly bringing out of me.

I keep it locked behind the curtains
of the stage we're acting on
We are comitted to our roles now
Hide and seek we play

I hide, you seek
all fun and games

Now
The make up is slowly  coming undone
We're spilling tears and sweat.
I sweat you cry.
I can't cry, you do it for me!

How much time is left,
till I get bored or you see me for me?
Forgive and Forget
My love let us forget about all love pains
Time has already taken its toll from me
Let us dangle and dance in drizzling rains
Let convert stream in to real a big sea

Drop by drop let us convert stone into sand
Let us be fair and straight in our approach
Love has its own music,its own sweet band
Time is too short to carry any silly reproach

Let us be frank to admit all our follies of past
Let us accept all comitted blunders willingly
By making our hearts to last as cast to vast
Let us break all chains to be just more free

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
cmp Apr 2020
Ooh gawd during idle isolation to avoid pandemic I killed time and comitted sleep

Ooh the humiliation of reporting such sinful acts to the police again
Hermit-tale

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