"discrediting" poems
What if they had a War and nobody came !
my sentiment all along
Actions so transparent and telegraphed a mile long
absurd anchoring, even more absurd triggering
so absurd as to be meaningless
the hotchpotch logic of simpletons on acid
The banal manifestations of the anodyne retards with advanced hysteria
Think unruly kids on Colombian marching powder
think advanced psychosis with total stage ten delusions
Watch mass hysteria contagion
Logic was never there, rationality bolted beating Usain Bolt
Inveterate liars and fantasists now control maddened throngs
Oh dear! they decided I am madly in love with acquaintance
neither I or poor acquaintance know this
But let not the truth get in the way of a soap opera by the insanes
After All meaningless triggers and Delusionary prompts
keep the sheeples busy in People's Power utopia
They are all having a war, nobody has told me about it
I don't understand their language yet they are very eloquent
Deep in their imagined Neuro-linguistic Programming or mental pygmies playing Pavlov Dog theory of the semi-illiterates
I just realized why cancer is prevalent amongst them
They carry so much poison and emotional ******* in their beings
It pollutes and eat away at them internally, they get cancer!
Never have been interested in little minds and liars and thieves
Have little time for dumb people, the toxics and the sheeples
What makes cretins think I take anything of theirs to mind
what can I learn or gain from contemptibles
I don't feel inferior so why would I want to learn
how to slander and defame others to bring them down
'Slander is the GREAT LEVELLER voiced one of them
poor inadequate soul, poor pathetic degenerate
I look twenty years younger than my years, no wrinkles
Just slightly greying, mind as sharp as razor
Because I don't carry acidic ******* hate or foul nonsense
in my head,
Because my mind is full of worthy knowledge
because I am not an ignoramus with attitude
because I am not a shameless coward or an empty headed nonentity
Because I am not amongst the madding crowd
I am not an insignificant pointless HATER with cancer in waiting!
I am NOT a SHAMELESS RACIST white THIEF discrediting the
Victim I STOLE from
OR
an OBNOXIOUS gang of SOCIALIST crazed subhumans cancerized
by jealousy and envy
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 4:47 PM UTC
Seventeen years ago
America was shaken to the core.
Since not too long after that
We've been involved in a non-stop war.
Homeland security
Became an issue that since then
Hoped to assure Americans
That such attacks won't happen again.
During the past seventeen years
Many measures have been taken
To make us safe; however, it's time
For sleeping minds to reawaken.
Lacking foresight, our president
Has gone after the people who
Have worked to make us safe. The man
Doesn't seem to have a clue.
Discrediting investigators,
Removing them from key positions,
And pulling security clearances
Because of paranoid suspicions
Will only make us vulnerable
To future terrorist attacks.
Watch how his Republican friends
In Congress support him. Political hacks!
The president also hates
When investigators eye
American involvement with
The Russian mafia. We know why.
It's hard to watch as the president--
With almost each careless endeavor--
Stupidly goes out of his way
To make us more unsafe than ever.
-by Bob B (9-11-18)
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 12:26 PM UTC
i woke up with love engulfing me like a phagocyte. ii took pictures in front of my neighborhood and i din't even care if people were watching. i cuddled with my dog and told him i loved him multiple times and then i took even more pictures of myself and appreciated my own aesthetic. the difference between today and a year ago is that i didn't know what self-love was. everyone around me romanticized self-hate and to love yourself and love one thing about yourself was such a foreign concept. and it's so sad because i spent 15 years of my life listening to all the names i was called by my family, 'friends', strangers, but more discrediting; myself. but today, today is different and i've learned to pick myself off the floor and give myself resuscitation. today i felt my heart blossom and my personality bloom, today i realized that i've learned and i'm getting better.
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 10:12 AM UTC
So you're a poser.
And isn't everyone else?
The way you imagine them all living so authentically,
and honestly,
and in so many ways you never could.
It's ******** don't you know?
Stop discrediting yourself.
There are plenty enough people to do it for you.
So you're a poser?
So you say you do things you maybe don't do.
So you have the tendency to maybe not follow through.
So you can't always be 100% in tune.
So what.
So you're trying?
So you're trying too hard.
So you're a poser.
Stop posing.
Be genuine in closing.
And optimistic in opening.
Stop thinking everyone is better than you,
and stop posing as someone who thinks
they
are better than
everyone else.
And everyone else?
They are posing, too.
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 6:13 PM UTC
*A Story of Scientology and the
Mental Health System Connection*
What you are about to read will shock you. Some may find it extremely disturbing. I will tell you from the outset, also, that i am quite "insane". According to the psychiatrists "Schizo-Affective". Manic-Depressive with Paranoid features.
I will freely admit that what you will read here will sound crazy. But please read on. It may be horrifying. It may be weird. It may seem extremely paranoid. But it still interests.
It is my desperate hope that you will read. And believe me. For, my "diagnosis" notwithstanding, I am as sane as the next "normal" person. *I AM NOT A LUNATIC!* What you are about to read really happened. *To ME*. It has plot twisting tension that could be put to the credit of Alfred Hitchcock. And a psychological horror that Steven King could emulate. How could I compare my writing to the genius of those great & talented men? I don't. Because, dear readers, I did not conceive of it. It was done to me. I merely convey the technology and techniques used to make any "normal person" appear a ****** Toon of 50 mile high proportions! It exists. And it is excruciatingly painful to be the subject of it.
So why would a girl from a comparatively small city, with no seeming accomplishments to commend her, and is actually quite unimportant, be the subject of such hateful torment? *What has she done?* I will convey ALL of the reasons. I did play a part in it. I had a tri-fold lawsuit against a once-high-profile video dating club, who wanted to prevent litigation by thoroughly discrediting me. And I had a very virulent and hateful foe...
The "Church" of SCIENTOLOGY.
Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 8:56 PM UTC
Hypocrisy murdered us.
And I clearly see why.
Some live full with ideals
that will soon be over fed.
So drink your caffeine, take your pills, and chug your beers.
Smoke your cigarettes, take your shots, and puff your joints.
Turning simple pleasures into ritualistic addiction.
So take your jogs, live in health, and make your money.
Act important, wear your trends, and get lost in your image.
Another ego gone in crowds of more egos.
I'm sorry to say your guilty of your own dismay.
Desires will consume the mind so select your path that you wish to pave.
You stress the mind.
Turning you back to mistakes made in honesty.
Wrongfully discrediting the character of my mind.
When I know to learn from the mishaps that time left behind.
I'm Regurgitating at the thoughts of that
bland existence, that could have been.
Zombily consuming, using, and losing my natural soul.
Almost forgetting who me really is.
I don't want your permanence
I don't need your blind mind.
Our minds do not mesh.
Our existences could not relate.
No stars were their to tell me that we were incomplete.
No sign told me things were not right.
My mind is all I need to know that my time is precious.
Experiences separating.
Taboos dividing.
Stubbornness multiplying.
Splitting your mind into fractions.
Leaving you to need more than a simple arithmetic to solve.
But the solution was obvious.
And we seemed to have solved it.
With a simple goodbye.
Jul 13, 2011
Jul 13, 2011 at 1:33 AM UTC
Discrediting me,
"You don't know what you're saying."
Let me prove you wrong.
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 2:49 PM UTC
There is an animal inside
Intuitive and powerful
Irrational and dangerous
But animals are beautiful
Sometimes we keep it on a chain
In a vain attempt to control
Discrediting half of the brain
Imprisoning half of the soul
But we've been animals for years
And logic is still new to us
I am not sure we understand
What doing this can do to us
Sometimes the animal grows cold
Refuses to cooperate
It will not do what it is told
It turns to anger and to hate
Sometimes the animal grows numb
If it becomes too deeply bored
Lets go of hope and joy and love
Refusing to dream anymore
Sometimes the animal grows strong
And takes control of the whole brain
Runs rampant, pulling us along
Headlong it drags us by its chain
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 5:31 PM UTC
I've got eyes
That makes me human
But I can't see very well through them
So I'm blind
The blurry kind
These eyes of mine
Are awfully ruined
Like an owl
My sight is fowl
In the morning when the sun rays burn right through them
The darkest shades
Would no less save
These white jelly ***** attached to my eye stems
But worst of all
Without discrediting any other travesty
Is that these big eyes
Be they regular sized
Can't seem to see that you are bad for me
Though family-like folks
With impeccable eye yolks
Could see for days
Your shiny scales
Me as thick
And blind as a brick
Couldn't see a flick of your evil ways
To me you're kind
From the outer to inner sides
And with these eyes
I can no less find
A wrinkle in your peachy colored float and flutter cocoa butter mind
Although your cheats
And cheating like things
Are clear and clean
And as close as my cheeks
I conclude
Be it bitter and shrewd
That none is as blind as she who will not see...
Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 6:57 AM UTC
How I've gotten under their skin
They've never seen one like that
This is their nightmare
the stuff of wonder
Didn't imagine
they come
like this
one
Head and shoulders above all
impeachable and razor sharp
In no way like the rest
a true Prince, alright
drives them gaga
a nightmare
quality
the
real
deal
A thorn in their pale flesh
cheap weak we all know
liars, playing masters
He's a threat to them
they can't rest now
have to degrade
have to destroy
a prime black
not bowing
is enemy
number
one
Real Leaders do not stoop low
real leaders are always fair
real people don't steal and lie
real people are dignified
real people are intelligent
real people are benevolent
real people are not racists
real people are not cowards
real people do not feel threatened
by successful and decent black people
real people do not try discrediting others
Only racist ignorant idiots and their KKK masters
devout time and energy to pulling black people down
https://youtu.be/NSrP6Sr-OW4
Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 7:15 PM UTC
Fragile petals drifting along the shoulder of the sidewalk
So many interruptions from the passengers and their small talk
The yellow dandelions I use to pick when I was young
Remind me of the innocence there once was when I hadn't had a clue about love
And I didn't have pain to compare with
I didn't have shame to weigh me down
Didn't recognize I was envious
Hadn't yet discovered who I was
I never knew better
I was always right
Always discrediting my mother
Wish I could step back in time
Because if I knew now what I know back then
I would of been somebody different
If only I could be, free
The birds are humming a melody, floating so nonchalantly
I can sense all the encouragement in the summer air
Flickering with confidence
I wish it would rub off onto me
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 4:05 PM UTC
One of the most frustrating things,
is when people say they know how I feel.
Frankly, no you don't.
I'm not discrediting the burden you are saddled with,
as your trials and tribulations may have been great,
but you can't possibly know how I feel.
Can you possibly comprehend what its like
to feel empty? to feel nothing?
Sometimes,
people take it a step further.
When talking about being hurt,
they feel the need to relate a story
about how they overcame
the tragedy of a passed away family pet
or one time daddy didn't buy them everything.
While those may be instances of pain,
pain and hurt are two separate categories entirely.
Pain is short term. Temporary.
Hurt can be eternal.
Something you don't just
"get over".
At least the people who say things like
"get over it" aren't misguided.
They don't understand,
but at least they haven't deceived themselves
into thinking they know what it's like to hurt.
Abuse after abuse
scar tissue forming over broken nerves
only reflect the inner hollowness
of no more feeling.
Ever so often a flair of hurt
wears down the numbed barriers
becoming the only thing that's real.
You can't tell me you know how
I feel.
Because I don't feel. Not anymore.
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 3:04 AM UTC
Moving in slow motion
Discrediting the old notion
Standing still
hands on the window sill
Feeling the vibrations
Within the walls
Watching opinions clashing
As Deafening as horns blaring
No decision can be made here
Dusk to Dawn to Dusk
The same noise
Over and over again
Oblivious of the wallflower
The self appointed refree
Now as invisible and the paint beneath the wallpaper.
Who is in the right, here?
Silence, I say quietly
Silence, I shout more loudly
We're in an insomnic haze
Arguing over what we know not
They've made us mindless,
Zombies living on lies.
Wake Up!
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 5:59 AM UTC
Misperceiving all the earlier ruins from sentiment,
Started by discrediting feelings that mold agony.
Past excruciation of inflicted gashes led to trauma,
Triggering continuous regret on a timeline for years.
Present day disapproval is caused by painful history,
Also through existing paths which are unwelcomed.
What must be entailed is change in current presence,
Not by mending previous events that inflamed harm.
Former memories from scars rectified through coping,
A process that occurs after the era of now is repaired.
Rebuild a life based on bliss immediately with help,
Beginning new perception that heals every sad moment.
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 9:49 AM UTC
I am not here for accolades
hearts, notifications, messages
this place is a way to develop
hone skills and become better
I appreciate the love
but would rather have
real editing interactions
based on critically critiquing
and attempting to re-create ourselves
into the greats of tomorrow…. or today –
I find it difficult
to read piece after piece
love poem after love poem
discrediting my landscape
though so much fodder
very few truly grab my attention
and in complete honesty
the first 5 lines decide if I continue my read –
I am a poet
lamenting, sullen, fixated on despair
enthralled by beauty
natural and interpersonal
devastated by incompleteness
and ……..
it would be nice to hit 50 followers ;)
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 12:56 PM UTC