"discriminates" poems
I have violent thoughts
I hate and hold grudges on you all
For not acknowledging me
And talking to me
Like my talk is cheap
But I can't let you all take control of me
I can only push myself to the brink
I can only break myself under pressure
You are just my psychological limitation
You are my negative motivation
But not why I positively persevere
I will not let you occupy a vacancy in my mind without paying an outrageous lease
I don't want to snap
Because control is the only thing i have this far
And if I do
I will give whoever is there everything
Every sarcastic remark thrown at me
Every unfair criticism
Every smug remark
Everything I didn't want to hear
And everything they didn't deserve
Beat me ****** with sticks and stones
Break every bone
Leave me conscious enough to tell me it's my fault
Then slander what I have left as a human being
What's a word without power
What's an idea without a motive
Watch the steps you tread
The steep path can lead you to what he or she said
While the truth discriminates
And the reality that we all search for doesn't exist
Freedom and unity can't be forced onto the same plane
Those with the power to send their malicious intent
You sully my docile side
So when tears form my rage and release my wrath on a stubborn mule of a man
By nature
I didn't really want to do it
Silently sobbing in the corner shackle as I have given the confession to the act I committed
Emotional distraught
Being taught
To never point the finger
Logically perplexed
Watching
These acts being committed
It angers me
So blame me
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 4:09 PM UTC
Why don't we live in a world thats free for all to roam
or a city that's as fresh as the country
after all we call Earth our home
so why is it we persecute those who differ from us in anyway
even in the age we live the world discriminates
are you male, are you religious, what's your race
are you fat, are you gay, what's your political views
all this abuse going on right in your face.
Do you love, because I do
do you want peace, because I do
That's the way it should be
me equal to you and you equal to me
the way it should be
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 12:18 PM UTC
He's uncontrollable.
I can't handle is yelling and screaming.
His breathing is uneven as he hits her cheek.
He turns around and slaps me too.
What did we do?
My fright is uncontrollable also.
But it's all here for a reason.
Can anyone stop his burning wrath of anger,
Before he ruins and discriminates the whole universe?
What will happen when his life stops?
Wishing he'd stop what he's doing I yelp and flee.
I run and run.
My adrenaline to get away is burning like hell.
If anyone stops him.
It'll be me.
He's killed her.
She's bleeding out covering the floor in bright red liquid.
His never ending adrenaline is stronger than mine.
But mine is a living,burning, churning, waiting for the kill,hell.
I shall stop his burning wrath of anger.
With my fiery like hell adrenaline.
Only I can stop him.
Only I can destroy his burning wrath of anger,
That caused her and I to live in hell.
His hell.
There is the burning wrath of flames and smoke,
that blows around me.
I scream.
His burning wrath of anger,
Is here once again.
For the very.
last bit of living hell shall never live again.
And tears run down her cheek.
Dec 22, 2010
Dec 22, 2010 at 8:43 AM UTC
Self approval.
Self denial.
I can't seem to find the file that allows
self defile.
Innocent youth.
Corrupted age.
Read a book without a page.
Impossible.
What is a book without a page it's nonexistent.
Like the lack of confidence.
It's,
absent bliss on a kiss to the dis one kid says to the other,
like the abuse of, from the father to her brother and mother,
or,
hate that discriminates and makes race the way to keep pace.
We're nameless.
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 2:08 AM UTC
When I was five Miss M sat the Chinese
new girl next to me and I made a face.
Miss gave a sharp look like: empathy please,
an ethnic discriminates against race?
Even as a child I squirmed at being
cast as Other. I wanted to be with
the anglo kids. The natural fleeting
first impression of a child who writhes
at injustice. I was conditioned to
socialise and be protector of those
who I didn't want anything to do
with. The brash Anglo kids I suppose
were oblivious and weren't burdoned by
ideas too mature for them. Ah equality.
Nov 20, 2019
Nov 20, 2019 at 1:46 PM UTC
Contrary to what society has bread the world to perceive
There is no privilege set to any human born to this earth
There is no just reward for the righteous here
There is no slumber for the fatigued souls
There are no streets paved with gold
Some may claim all the wealth and worldly goods
Yet death comes to all and no wealth can abstain it
The toil of each day falls on us all
No matter the color, the size, or shape of the mass
Gravity pulls us equally, discriminates against none
Dare to bare your soul
Which knows no boarders or limitations
Dream to walk together in heaven along a jeweled path
Where the limitations of earthly existence hold no sway
Bask in the light of the only true gift
Let love be your professor
Let the spirit guide your every movement
Search your very essence to discover your talent
Each individual has so many, if only society would allow it to be shown
Shown with out fear or rejection
Free to be what our creator intended.
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 9:37 AM UTC
Sheet music for the uninitiated.....
Tis like a foreign language inked out
Aligning the page from left to right
Spelling a noted curiosity. For those in the know
‘Get’ the inside story, know the melody it plays
Yet it shuts out and discriminates the uninitiated
It closes in and becomes a circle, a clicky cliché
A secret sect for them and not the rest
The page can be left open for the uninitiated
And its secret remains safely intact
Even as eyes are cast over its score
There’s a silence, a secret coded verse
Playing and taunting you, unashamed
To reveal its melodic soul, fully knowing your
Not invited even if you want to be
Until tis ready to.........
Aug 3, 2012
Aug 3, 2012 at 9:23 AM UTC
Your manly pride
Which please, have no fear
It's electric
Even when you won't even touch me
What is that about?
I already told you it's
Unforgettable
Like nothing I ever knew or will again
But how would I know?
I'm even less experienced than you could possibly imagine
And yet you think with your warped thoughts
That it is other
It is not
I'm more alone than ever
And yet it's not the worst thing
Mr.
You're the expert, remember?
You think I had a boyfriend?
I didn't
I don't
I could
I won't
It won't do
One got in and I kicked him
Twice
Others would love to
Oh how nice. Thank you you but no thanks
So
No one touches me. The baked goods locked away in a pretty cabinet since the leaves were still on the trees
That is my truth
Since for
F*cking
Ever
For you
And that
Is my
Choice
Because what I want and what I get are mutually exclusive
I'm funny like that
And the world still turns
Whiny girl who discriminates for reasons of chemistry and admiration, didn't get her way? Boo f*cking hoo. It's not Somalia. Or Sudan.
And so look where that gets me
I'm Jane Austen in Becoming Jane
I'm Laura Ingalls Wilder with no Almanzo
I'm Greta Garbo
Who actually didn't say
"I want to be alone"
She actually SAID
"I want to be left alone"
Quite a bit different really
And I didn't ask for either intentionally but I'm here living proof it happens
So
I'm a spinster
Because for that I don't bend
Except for you
I'm a genius!!
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 6:43 PM UTC
A mass of bodies dance together,
interlocked between simple beats of an apparatus,
hands raised, jumping up and down,
in a state unity.
Strangers, who are generally frowned upon,
with absolute peace amongst themselves,
led by a man on the stage before them,
full of his own insecurities,
and the fellows below him,
with their own,
but nobody judges, hates, or discriminates,
because the moment the man on the stage produces a single beat,
a mass of bodies dance together.
Aug 14, 2011
Aug 14, 2011 at 2:22 AM UTC
There do exist,
Such people on earth,
Who have not seen happiness;
Who are untouched by success;
Who are longing for kindness.
Who have been poor for so long,
That they crave for death.
Hoping the other side would be better;
At least, they will not be aware of others,
Comparison would thus be inexistent;
And the lives happier,
If any should prevail.
Maybe death is peaceful.
Maybe it soothes us.
Perhaps obliviates the bad memories.
In every case,
It surely is an escape
From this monotonous life.
Can be considered an experiment,
An experiment of fate;
A trial for kins.
These people are untouched
By all the good in the world,
The springs don't exist in their lives,
Joy seen nowhere,
But death:
Death never discriminates.
It comes to us all.
It waits,
Only for the correct night to fall.
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 3:55 AM UTC
A Life
A life the most important thing on earth
Important to the poor or rich,white or black
filled with the dreams which gives our life meaning and inspired us to change
A Life
life is sweet
Life is soar
Life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery, we keep seeking for the reason for being alive when the time comes to let go,let go
A Life
Life is a mystery
Life is insearchable
Its beginning starts from the end
Its end starts from the beginning
Life is hate
Life is love
Life is happiness
Life is sorrow
Life has no specific explanation
A Life
Life never discriminates
Never ask if you are black or white
Rich or poor,tall or short
Life treats us in the same proportion
Life never sides ways
A Life
At the beginning brings joy,happiness,love
At the end comes with sorrow, pains,sadness
Life is a mystery
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 8:54 PM UTC
She walks among stars as gods
bathed in blood
Her ***** maggots feast
Her eyes
an enchanting promiscuous carnelian culmination
such as one can't resist
A silent epitaph belies a deadly kiss bliss
until nothingness
You surrender
for death is sweeter than water gold
*** and taxes
Drink ye up lads and lasses
for her love discriminates not
Fill ye bowels of concupiscence
and prepare
to meet
My Queen
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 10:47 AM UTC
Peace to sensei,
Coming to you live through airwaves,
As I wack off to ******
Going on my own personal crusade,
Breaking walls like a man made out of Kool-Aid,
Like Muhammad Ali my flow is like a butterfly,
A war torn zealot that delivers like a pizza guy,
That thinks of your girl while he cream-pies.
Hahaha
Going in like it’s D-Day,
Call it a Gink Raid,
Hit em with a AK,
Shoot em down easier than slippy,
Slice a ****** up like it’s child’s play,
Call me a real killer like Chucky,
Hear the sirens Blair,
Oh **** gotta find a getaway.
Faster than a red hot chilli pepper,
To the cops displeasure.
Going underground like I’m master splinter,
Relaxing, steaming hams like Skinner,
Until I come up with a new plan,
That is truly evil like Mr.Sinister.
That would make a metal man,
Like Victor Vaughn approve of her.
This is a Gink Raid,
Carpe Diem,
Seize the Day,
Where human nature is displayed.
This is a Gink Raid,
A death parade,
A unpinned grenade,
Where human nature is displayed.
Times ticking closer to Doomsday.
Everyone always acts tough till it’s judgement day.
Crimes picking up, got things going sideways.
Rick Grime surviving bundles of zombies.
Simon says we better run away.
Shame gambling doesn’t pay.
Never know what lies in bouquets.
Semi-automatic bullets dance like ballets.
Piercing through flesh of desired prey.
That fall gently like flowers on summers day.
Death, an embrace none can escape.
No time for breath, when faced with fate.
Can’t hit the breaks.
When rates have high stakes.
It’s war time, where peace comes from hate.
That takes lives for humanities sake.
A foolish pride, that existed since we were primates.
A sacrifice of blood, for a slice of cake.
That hooked crooks like bait.
Adversity is something we create.
Internally; suffocating us like restraints.
That keeps us in a sheepish state.
That innately generates,
A division of race that isolates,
A segregation which discriminates,
That dictates which traits.
Are more dominantly quaint.
That got us repeating history that betrays.
For...
This is a Gink Raid,
Carpe Diem,
Seize the Day,
Where human nature is displayed.
This is a Gink Raid,
A death parade,
A unpinned grenade,
Where human nature is displayed.
Jan 11, 2021
Jan 11, 2021 at 1:08 PM UTC
My God
knows Love is all I seek-
Not a life of s*x, hedonism,
lust, gambling, and parties-
I do want kids,
to be a wife,
To give back in some way-
To be an aid in someone’s life
and live by what He says-
So what if I’m the wife of a woman?
If our kid’s DNA’s half ours?
I don’t think He discriminates-
Pursue what’s good;
That’s what He asks.
Sep 23, 2020
Sep 23, 2020 at 2:10 PM UTC
She discriminates none, no story unread,
Tales of magic and creation and death,
Some inspire her with happiness, others with dread.
She reads Shakespeare's Macbeth,
Fairy tales from the brothers Grimm,
Luxurious stories stealing her breath.
When at last her mind is filled to the brim,
She takes up her pen,
And writes on a whim.
The words spill out, again and again,
She tries her hand at jokes,
A skilled comedienne.
She writes of a forest of oaks,
Waiting for the spring,
Shivering under their snowy cloaks.
She tells a tales of a king,
Of a child alone,
She writes of a bird with only one wing.
As the years fly by she sits on her throne,
Made up of hopes and dreams and words
The number of stories she’s written is unknown.
She says goodbye twice, then comes back for thirds,
Her body is worn, but her mind is sharp,
She lets go, and flies with the birds.
She swims with the carp,
She fights with the knights,
She listens to the ethereal sound of the harp.
Her spirit lives on, she soars to new heights.
Constantly busy,
Forever seeing the sights.
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 2:56 PM UTC
Mad Sital we used to call him
Sital in my language means cool
Though never found in him anger’s steam
He never followed any rule.
If someone asked tell Sital
What is your name
My mother knows it all
Pat his reply came.
What class do you read in Sital
What school you are at
His only reply was mother knows all
He would not prolong the chat.
He would be found any time of day
Never minding the sun and rain
Bare bodied standing on sideway
Counting one to ten.
If someone asked him to count ten to one
He fell into silence for a while
Not taught at school still left undone
He would answer with a smile.
We knew he would lead a bachelor’s life
Counting his days up to ten
For no sane girl would ever be his wife
With him on the bed be lain.
But Providence you know defies hows and whys
Discriminates not between sane and insane
If it hadn’t been so and happened otherwise
Would remain unmarried all mad men.
So there came the woman the beautiful bride
Her face glowing like full moon
In rapturous joy that he never tried to hide
He forgot his numeric count soon.
Mad Sital would talk to her all day long
Her beauty had him so bewitched
They lived happily ever there wasn’t a thing wrong
Never mattered she was deprived of speech.
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 5:03 AM UTC
God you created this beautiful world
but it seems it is incomplete
I have never met you but
I believe you exist since stars twinkle
Wind blows, sun rises and beaming moon
looks very gorgeous in moonlit night
God you created this world for
peace and prosperity
But peace and prosperity disappears
Every human hates each other
God, how can I agree to your ideology
Where innocent and poor children are
dying from hunger
No clean water to quench thirst
Contaminated air for breathing
God all this is happening right
Under your nose
But you have had your eyes closed
To let the things move as they wish
God, how can I accept your philosophy
of live and let others live
When every human is bloodthirsty
You invite drought that causes famine
You invite flood that causes
loss of millions of human lives
God, how can I adopt your science of sociology
that discriminates between poor and rich
you invite tsunami and earthquakes
devastating a great loss to human beings
Flora fauna is not flourishing
Do you really exist my dear God
God, will you please open your eyes
to see the catastrophe, holocaust and annihilation
If you exist, meet me once and
I will take you on world tour to show
How your creation is surviving.
And this conflict of difference of opinion
will continue until all my questions are answered
God I will wait for your answers
till my last breathe
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 8:58 AM UTC
the brisk breeze
the sun's warmth
the elegance of vines
the beauty of flowers
the abyss of the oceans
the summits of the highest peaks
Can't we enjoy this ?
He firmly asked .
His mother replied
You can ,
as nature never discriminates.
Mom, then why do humans
She said, because
"We are born into this community ".
Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 1:52 PM UTC
R, I . P
The trauma we can't see,
The hurt engraved in our streets.
The pain and the grief.
Blindness and the corruption we don't believe.
Now I just hope you see.
That no matter your sensitivity or your belief.
The way we treat human beings shouldn't cease just cause of a difference of pigment.
Yeah that's real ****
And now that you breathe it.
You can't refuse to see it.
Grab it and reach it.
We need to preach it.
Too long have we taken the abuse.
Let me spell it out for you so you are not confused.
Originating from the early ages.,
there was often a divide in the races.
And as the cases of racial injustice grew to greatness.
The pain in the faces.
When a white man discriminates and calls himself not a racist.
As the modern ages progressed the mace was used instead.
Then we let the **** get to our head, the media to keep our mouths fed.
Imprinting hurt upon others in the form of a virtual silhouette.
And you know the rest. School violence, No kindness, empty souls and laser lightness.
All in form of weapons of oppressed whiteness.
The people who tried to respond to the cries
Were not realized because they weren't unified.
And now as riots, protests arise they wonder why.
The problem has progressed and we finally have the strength to speak up to the oppressed.
Yet the unnecessary violence is not a protest.
Just another reason why the lies have kept us blind.
For so many years the pain has seared,
ending many lives you don't even realize.
The only cure to all this is the realization of the direction that our country has regressed in.
And then maybe we can start taking the steps to secure the pain and rearrange the flag that was broken all along
Jun 7, 2020
Jun 7, 2020 at 9:04 PM UTC
Death is not fair.
It does not care
or breath.
It does not take
what bleeds
leaving seeds
to spring into
a lighter view
of the heavenly
some days.
It discriminates
against the poor
taking them more
other day it plays
with the wealthy.
It does not balance
or think
grow or shrink.
It is not a tangible being
or a solid thing.
It will not make a deal
no matter how deep you feel.
It is not your enemy or friend.
It is simply the end.
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 11:54 AM UTC