"disgraceful" poems
Racism, Racism, Racism
You give a human sorrow and hate
Racism, Racism, Racism
Look at what you've done and look at their state
Racism, Racism, Racism
You are evil and sharp as a knife
Racism, Racism, Racism
You play with human's life
Racism, Racism, Racism
Why are you so cruel?
Racism, Racism, Racism
You are nothing but a fool!
Racism, Racism, Racism
Why judge by colour?
Racism, Racism, Racism
You are horrendously disgraceful but hate to admit you've got the power
Racism, Racism, Racism
Why are you here?
Racism, Racism, Racism
You're not wanted so go die with fear
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 5:41 PM UTC
The already preset disposition of being Asian.
I must've been accidentally mixed in the wrong laundry basket,
because they tell me I'm white-washed.
Born with foreign looks but a native tongue
my birth certificate calls me *****
I would be the blonde-hair-blue-eyes of a country on the other side of the world
but here,
I'm still considered an immigrant
in my own home.
When you are Asian-American,
you are also the stereotypes that trail your title.
You are sushi
You are jackie-chan
You are karate
You are good grades
You are the slant-eyed pignose supporting character
WELCOME TO THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
LAND OF THE FREE, HOME OF THE BRAVE
WHERE UNITED IS TRANSLATED AS DISCRIMINATED!
BUT DON'T GET IT TWISTED, ASIANS ARE PRETTY COOL!
Excuse me straight misogynist white male,
your Godzilla type of Asian,
or my culture?
When have I
as an individual
played a character in these quote on quote American movies?
Hmm oh yeah, that's right!
I was in Fast and Furious!
Didn't I also make an appearance in Harry Potter as the cute innocent
Cho Chang?
If this also applies to you can I please have your autograph
because I'm pretty sure I've seen you star in every movie
I've ever seen.
Or at least your people, right?
Don't try to tone down the damage
I already know I'm categorized in this Asian fetish
that all you'll ever see in me is rice and anime,
nothing more, nothing less.
And if I were to become an author instead of a doctor,
I'd be considered as a social unnorm
a disgrace
but isn't it already disgraceful that in this bleached-colors world
I have lost touch of my heritage,
my roots replaced with a skeleton idea of who I'm supposed to be
I wear a mask.
My friends speak to my mom in their native language.
Sitting there,
disoriented,
lost in pronunciation
I ask my mother why she did not teach me her natural tongue.
She says,
"because you are American."
And I still do not believe her.
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 11:48 PM UTC
Shameful glaring.
Hateful words.
Always reprimanding.
Misplaced worlds.
Everything breaking.
All pain.
Stinging guilt.
Sighing rain.
Interests tilt.
Giving demons.
Having loathing.
Never bronze.
Ever dulling.
Disgraceful self.
Shame assigned.
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 1:48 PM UTC
If I ever see you again
I'll spat insults and hope they
Spray on your aviators
like the bugs that squashed against
my windshield the last time
I drove away from you
If fate destroys me
and I am in the same pub one night
as your wormy self
I'll tell you how you're the most
arrogant, vapid, shallow, womanizing,
******* male mascot
I've ever had the disgust to know
I'll slap you hard across the face
Oh and not like Scarlett O'Hara,
you demon darling
No crushing kiss will follow
and I'll mean vengence
vile will seep through my mouth
instead of the sweet saliva
I let you taste
long ago
If I ever hear your voice
or see your mocking manequin
among my tele again
With disgraceful force
I will lift that 50 lb set
and propel that ******* screen
across the state
The way your black static apology
shattered the brightness
that used to reside
within
me
If I hear of you
one more dispicable time
I'll grow bombs maticulously
within my empty core
and time them so perfectly
that all of your dysfunctional doormat
confidants
will explode the second they come near me
and their manipulative cells
will burst
and be burried among the soil
of ***** words
you whispered in my ears
**** if I ever see you again
I'll shatter every martini glass around me
and down a fifth of fireball
and breath venomous fire
and burn you, you beastly boy
And I'll pretend beauty amongst you
and walk away, a tall glass of water
That could diffuse
that angry licking fire
that is swallowing you up
When I see you again
I won't acknowledge your existence
and I'll be dressed to the nines
and I won't do a ******* thing about it
Because you aren't worth a sentence within this stanza
But I know I am.
Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 11:03 PM UTC
for AR and Maria, oh heck,
for The Crew
**A dog ear is a phrase that refers to the folded down corner of a book page, a dog ear can serve as a bookmark.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dog_ears**
~~~~~~
we fold a page corner down,
here we pause in this poetry book,
for now, a marker of incompletion,
or not
a passage, a phrase,
whole stands on its own,
but today crew,
slated for an exit,
a return-to-someday,
but aside, aside, discarded till...
*all on that day
run to the mountain,
the mountain wont hide you
run to the sea,
the sea will not have you
and run to your grave,
your grave will not hold you
all on that day*
so I, sinnerman,
injured my book,
I hurt that page
disgraced, act of disgraceful,
but
I am injured
and don't have no cares
but come the day of
return
the day I hope to must to believe in,
twice as much,
all on that day,
when the sea,
the mountains,
and the risen dead,
have me back,
to my proper place
even though
will be dog tired,
to that dog-eared page,
in that worn old notebook
return,
pick up
my sticks,
my pens,
that have no erasers,
start again
just where I know,
just when I don't,
but this why I know,
but to that dog-eared return,
the page where
I died,
I shall return,
all on that day
~~~~~~~~~~
Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to all on that day?
Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to?
Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to?
Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to all on that day?
Run to the moon, "Moon, won't you hide me?"
Run to the sea, "Sea, won't you hide me?"
Run to the sun, "Sun, won't you hide me all on that day?"
Lord said, "Sinner man, moon'll be a bleeding"
Lord said, "Sinner man, sea'll be a sinking"
Lord said, "Sinner man, sun'll be a freezing all on that day"
Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to?
Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to?
Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to all on that day?
Run to the Lord, "Lord, won't You hide me?"
Run to the Lord, "Lord, won't You hide me?"
Run, run, "Lord, won't You hide me all on that day?"
Lord said, "Sinner man, you should've been a praying"
Lord said, "Sinner man, should've been a praying"
Lord said, "Sinner man, should've been a praying all on that day"
Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to?
Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to?
Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to all on that day?
Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to?
Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to?
Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to all on that day?
www.youtube.com/watch?v=H4h55nVbt4c
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 11:41 AM UTC
Gloating before the unrequited,
We find the dashing, sanctioned, and corrupt.
Their brave hearts undeserving,
Granted only by the conquests of their fathers,
And the favoritism of Nature's *****
There were countless sleepless nights spent amid your memories.
Your cruel indifference, the Nightmare on my chest.
You are unworthy and wretched. Disgraceful and dishonorable.
Unfit and useless. Discordant and dissident.
Your true love is apathy.
And still, despite a noble effort,
I always find my thoughts ...
Returning to you.
Feb 6, 2011
Feb 6, 2011 at 7:15 PM UTC
A rain of bullets hit Las Vegas, leaving blacken skies
From disgraceful clouds of a loose cannon.
From the first 911 call to storm's demise
72 minutes downfall took human companions.
For them, life for one minute enjoying country songs
In the unbridled company of each others innocence.
Then good faith served the merry goers wrong
As the concert venue became the tomb of dissonance.
It hurts my heart to follow this story unfold
Of the climbing death toll, making this the worst ever.
Harder to imagine a mass killer cut from this mold
Of being so heartless and desensitized to life he severs.
To the victims accept my cries of condemning this worm
While paying homage to harmonious humans imparted from the eyes of the storm.
Logan Robertson
10/4/17
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 6:36 AM UTC
Tears fall from my eyes
An unhappy little surprise
When the causation is unclear
And my rock is no longer here
An overbearing sadness
A disgraceful neglect of bliss
A torn sense of sanity
Cannot stand their sympathy
Frustration creeps in
A war I never win
Uncontrollable thoughts quickly flood
The only desire I have is to evoke blood
Why I cry is a mystery
Time-travel back into my history
Search for the beginning, the start of it all
The primary moment of despair that led to my downfall
Leave me to cry into a scattered slumber
As my insomnia persists to encumber
Constant nightmares slice up my sleep
A tedious life I am suffering to keep
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 12:08 AM UTC
---
There's a creature in this cruel world
Who love's to hurt
And make you blue
He's out there lurking for you, child
He'll take everything from you...
... but oh!
How handsom and delightful!
When he speaks the silver rings!
Come to find out he is frightful
Scorpion with angel's wings
Watch out child...
Watch out for liars.
Those who practice to deceive!
He'll take you down
To his own fires
He will sting if you believe!
But! Oh how beautiful and graceful!
And! How exquisitely you sing!
But. My "friend", you are *disgraceful!
Scorpion with Angel's wings*
SoulSurvivor
9/6/201
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 6:57 PM UTC
Good morning is what I say
when I reach my office at night.
All my friends and colleagues
look cool and bright.
Till 2 o'clock there is
work, gossip and fun.
After 2, the clock stops
and everyone peeps out for sun.
Bright shining faces
now changes to dull.
Changing environment
makes many lull.
My fatigued eyelids
becomes so heavy.
Now computer appears boring to me,
a computer savvy.
My sleep becomes wild
and starts playing game.
All my efforts with my
sleep goes in vain.
sleep wins the game,
I start my journey from hell to heaven
But a ghost interrupts my journey
with a shout all of a sudden.
I open my eyes to see my TL
who appears so cruel.
It seems he is going to burn me
with fire and fuel.
I put down my head in shame
and wondered why it happened to me.
I remembered, I used to laugh
at a bird who was wild and free.
I was sure it was
the curse of an owl.
It was result of my deeds
now I cannot cry foul.
After sometime sleep decides to play
with TL the same old game.
The result was no different
it was known and same.
My TL falls asleep while
browsing some computer files.
All around the floor
there were giggles and smiles.
All of a sudden he wakes up
as if he has seen some ugly ghost.
In dream TL's boss must have offered
him cockroach sauce and toast.
TL saw my smiles and his glasses
couldn't hide his murderous glares.
He looked at me as if I was a cactus
and made me sit upstairs
I was very careful because
very close TL's boss used to sit
He was a man who never smiled
and was very strict.
A young girl sitting beside me
had frog like bulging eyes
She was very quiet,
looking tired, dull and shy.
Poor innocent girl
repeated the same old mistake
Sleep tricked her,
she couldn't keep herself awake
Next moment there were
scoldings and shouts.
Hapless girl stood stunned
hearing boss's spouts.
If Allah Almighty can listen
to prayers of a bird
Prayers of an anguished heart
is sure to be heard.
Cunning sleep walked
knavishly on the floor.
All around the floor was
audible boss's noisy snores.
Entire floor stood up
to look at him with surprise
He woke-up abruptly
looking around with disgraceful eyes.
The shame was too much
for him to ignore or digest.
Hurriedly he took the keys
of his maroon car and left.
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 5:52 AM UTC
the hardest thing to do in a world of lies
is to learn to trust again
the endless void of crippling apathy
consumes as a chasm of pain
the hardest thing to do in a world of hate
is to love yourself to death
the endless void of crippling apathy
was not allowed first breath
it was born dead
but not allowed to die
disgraceful abomination of the chasm of pain
if life is cloth this is its stain
my god did not bear witness to its worship
no soul left to claim
and so his silent pleas were thrown aside, worthless prayers in the rain
no soul left aside
in the chasm of pain
Apr 15, 2022
Apr 15, 2022 at 1:55 PM UTC
As these forlorn cadences await- unfold
To compose a disbanded vow
Yielding unto harrows of gates untold
Charms death to disdainful plow
Death is plowed to a forgiving halt
While silver moonlight and whiskey dances remain
Glittering gold in this crimson vault-
Feeble souls conjure grace as graceless minds abstain
Counterfeit conceits ravish this open cellar
As the night’s last dance ceases to a disgraceful plea
The dweller’s disdain is akin to my killer
And heaven yields blood to salt the earth for thee
Come away now with your anguishing defeats
Seek not a jagged spike as the heaven’s conspire and wake
Glory and gold may turn us black as deceit
But deception admonishes the dancers in their quake
Spellbound nuances of this reality await at every turn
Mourning and fighting the finality of this grave
Orchestrated knives are rosined like honey, beckoning our blood to burn
At last, a burning reckoning comes to ravage the brave
But refrain, oh killer- host of this crimson vault
Enlist a memoir for our sins
Recalling the pieties of our gracious faults,
Enough to make this blood go thin.
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 9:08 PM UTC
Here I stand, an outsider to my own body,
Seeing myself,
Hearing my words,
Watching as my lips form each disgraceful, hurtful sound,
Every fearful curse
As I pace the room.
I look on but don't understand.
I just stand here and watch her - myself.
I do nothing,
Because there is nothing I can do.
I don't know that girl.
I've never seen her before.
No one I’ve ever been would speak those words.
No one I’ve ever been would throw herself at him.
No one I’ve ever been would be that desperately pathetic.
Every desire in me screams,
“Shake her!
Snap her out of it!
Smack her!
ANYTHING!”
Who is she to be that selfish?
Who is she to stoop that low?
To only see herself?
To care more for herself than anyone else?
To speak to someone for whom she cares with such false hatred?
Never in any moment has she felt its authenticity.
Just muffled attempts at ignoring her confusion.
*Note to self:
Who are you?
What have you become?*
I watch but do nothing.
And I follow her home to watch her more,
Searching for a clue behind every nervous twitch.
A palm full of twenty painkillers trembles in one hand,
A bottle of water in the other,
Tears ceased,
Just calm.
There she sits for what seems like hours
But only proves minutes.
And something inside of her makes her stop.
Me?
Somehow, two days later, we meet again.
My vision has changed.
I feel her again,
A version of her I respect.
One moment watching,
And the next moment being.
So I find the pills.
Without hesitation,
I dump the remains,
Listening to the plop, plop as each drops.
I press the ****
And they are flushed forever,
Along with the girl I never recognized.
Never will I see either again,
And a quiet grin turns the ends of my lips.
Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 11:29 PM UTC
All the bones at the bottoms of the rivers
Piling up under the bridges
All of the grief and lonely shivers
Washing out from the land to the seas
All of the mothers and sons in their caskets
For father’s ammo and daughter’s lies
All the babies placed in rivers in baskets
With hopes for their futures and tears in their eyes
The suffering fools can’t be accountable
Their fates stand on the edge of a knife
The suffering fools won’t be available
They don’t last long in the world of lies
I suffer the fools not gladly, but solemnly
It breaks my heart that I’m not on their side
I’m suffering fools and I can’t be responsible
I’ve had to suffer fools all of my life
From the desert of the mediocre, aggressive and arrogant
An oasis of sincerity is what I have sought
All this time I’ve put up with ignorance
to deny my merely rational thoughts
Each of the myths that was meant to save us
A foundation of sorrow and hopeless consent
What can be done with satyrs and saviours
By now no one knows what they really meant
The suffering fools can’t be accountable
Refusing to give, but eager to take
The suffering fools won’t be available
And decline to shift even for their own sake
I suffer the fools not gladly, but shamefully
It breaks my heart to know what’s at stake
I’m suffering fools and I know it’s disgraceful
But I’ve suffered all the fools that I can take
Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 1:27 PM UTC
Cause I can't be
Your restless refugee
On the run
Baby I'm not the one
And I can see
Endless possibilities
Without your guns
Baby your lies are done
And I'm ashamed
Ashamed to become astray
Lost at all cost
Unable to maintain
This time fourth
And forever more stuck in parlay
Proceed to ones greed
Greed of today
Cause I can't be
Your restless refugee
On the run
Baby I'm not the one
And I can see
Endless possibilities
Without your guns
Baby your lies are done
Hallowed life
Life full of grief
Sacred sacrifice
upon a thief
Hobbies of robberies
Nightmare full of dishonesty
Lust for guts and glory
Never bothered me
Cause I can't be
Your restless refugee
On the run
Baby I'm not the one
And I can see
Endless possibilities
Without your guns
Baby your lies are done
Both hunger and thirst
Plundering lies
Lies came first
Followed by the cursed
Wasn't for the rain
The pain would never hurt
Coming undone
Just a negative sum
Cause I can't be
Your restless refugee
On the run
Baby I'm not the one
And I can see
Endless possibilities
Without your guns
Baby your lies are done
Harvesting hateful desires
Disgraceful taste
behind his gun to expire
blast comes the wrath
before the fire
Fountain the blood
thick as mud
dresses his attire
Cause I can't be
Your restless refugee
On the run
Baby I'm not the one
And I can see
Endless possibilities
Without your guns
Baby your lies are done
Jul 13, 2022
Jul 13, 2022 at 2:06 AM UTC
See the walls that are to be for privacy
written on with lime green and hot pink.
These messages make me sick to my stomach.
Why are these so applicable to men wanting ***
Why is the biggest assumption of both men and women
that each wants ***
He may want feelings,
you have to get to know him better.
She may want feelings,
you have to listen carefully to her.
These messages are anti-feminist.
Quit assuming the worst from the gender that revolves your
****** orientation.
The public needs not to know what our point of view is on ***
Right time, right person.
It's ok to want, just keep it to yourself.
To the people who sign their name with a dash under the message,
we really don't care and there is a thing called journals.
Men and women should have the same rights.
Men and women should both be equally respected.
Men and women shouldn't have to be naked in order to impress the world.
Looking at this bathroom wall is disgraceful.
I prefer not to know what is going on in your pretty little
*** life.
Just erase the writing on the wall please.
Grafiti is good, just not this topic and not this place.
Thank you.
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 5:24 PM UTC
"Don't leave out the graphic details."
Oh, trust me. I won't.
The gruesome, disturbing, intimacies.
The bone-chilling, hair-raising fragments.
It's almost too much to bear.
But not quite.
This vulgarity is just enough to keep them on the edge of their seats.
Every tiny, twisted moral of the story.
In between the cracks, find shining slivers of redemption.
Only to immediately cover them up with rotten deception.
Good, ***** flair. Scummy additions. Sick annotations.
Keep the masses rollin' in.
Complexity, concentration, then chaos when they want more fear.
The blood-curdling, stomach-churning truths.
The disgraceful, distasteful deductions.
We've come to the conclusion they crave this coagulation of ****
Dark disdain eating away at the corpse of wellness.
Vermin, pests, gnawing, slobbering.
Choking on the bones of prosperity.
The decomposition of this life is what they love.
Flies, gnats, swarm. Maggots clump.
Crack, rip, slurp, gag, choke, ******* die.
Sep 8, 2010
Sep 8, 2010 at 6:57 PM UTC
Ashamed to become astray.
Lost at all cost unable to sustain.
This Time forth and forevermore in a parlay.
Perceived to one's greed of today.
Hallowed life full of grief.
Sacred sacrifice upon a thief. Hobbies of robberies.
Haunting Nightmares of dishonesty. Lust for guts and glory never bothered me.
Both hunger and thirst.
Plundering lies came first followed by the curse.
If it wasn't for the rain the pain would never hurt.
Coming Undone.
Restless refuge on the run.
Harvesting hateful desires.
Disgraceful taste behind his gun to expire.
Fountain of blood thick as mud dressed his attire
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 3:23 AM UTC
I am a nice person
I don’t want to fight
I am a nice person
I am not getting bullied
I am too nice to be a bad guy
I am a nice person
Yes I am
I hear about all the fights
They have in football
And I think it is ****** disgraceful
You see there is this poor Down syndrome man getting bashed at the football
It is totally disgraceful mate oh yes it is
I am a nice person
I don’t put up with that
Cause I am too nice to be like these
Rotten people
You see I am not a hooligan
I am not a ****
I am a nice person
And mate do I love life
You see I don’t tease people at the football I find it is a waste of time
I am a nice person
All of the time
I vote for the political party
That wants to help the poor
I watch family vlogs as opposed
To watching real life crime
Anything that upsets me
I don’t watch
Cause I am a nice person
All of the time
The women love me
Because I am so nice
I don’t believe in violence mate
It isn’t very cool
I am a nice person
I break no rules
Sometimes I swear
But not all the time
Cause I am nice to everyone I meet
Nice nice nice nice very very nice
I go to my art groups
And I do my art
Getting all of my problems
Out of my brain
Cause I am a nice person
Yes I am
I certainly don’t want to fight
Cause I am nice
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 5:09 AM UTC
Disgraceful days dictating the life
life began by dreaming dark dreams
dreams of meaningless mindless measures
measures of my truly terrible time
time is the sand silently slipping
slipping into a hateful hollow hole
hole of my earthly existing eternity
eternity spent digging damaging dirt
dirt covering forbidden famished flesh
flesh that covers shallow subtle sickness
sickness within the outer oblivious object
object of turbulent triumphant turmoil
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 5:03 PM UTC
A storm is coming,
Its coming in the form of a man,
He comes to disrupt,
Whatever peace I have left.
But I will fight this man,
Only because,
This peace I have,
I worked to attain.
But this storm of a man,
Comes in beauty,
He comes with delightful looks,
And he plans to rip away the peace in my heart.
This man,
This strong man,
When he smiles at me,
I melt away in his arms.
But the storm is strong,
And it covers me,
And I am lost again,
The peace I have slowly disappears.
But I scream NO!
I will not lose the peace,
A peace which I have come to love,
Which I have become accustomed to.
This man shakes my love,
This storm shakes my beliefs,
This man has his arm around me,
And I am at peace again.
But what do I tell the peace I already have?
Do I leave it?
This storm in the form of a man,
Has caused me to question my peace.
The sophisticated and beautiful storm.
I am at a crossroads.
On my left is the storm that will take me into new realms,
And in that storm, an unknown man stands,
His hands outreached to receive me,
Behind him is the unknown.
On my right is peace and love,
Amongst all that peace and love is warmth,
A man stands there as well, but a man with a familiar face,
He smiles and ushers me come to him.
So I stand at the crossroad,
Thinking,
Pondering,
Wondering,
Screaming.
The pain is terrible,
The feeling is disgraceful.
But I know I have to choose.
But what will I choose?
So I choose the road ahead of me,
Neither left nor right,
I stumble onto a new road,
And I look on at it,
And I am happy with what I have chosen,
I will create peace and love there,
Wherever this road leads me,
I will begin a storm for myself.
And the two men are no more.
Mar 15, 2012
Mar 15, 2012 at 8:28 AM UTC
Do you believe the powers come from heaven in rain?
Denounce the brittle, little lies that keep you detained.
With one fell swoop your family denies that womb water
from their line ever held you. Our child, disgraceful.
Hold me now, wicked wind, in twilight to find truth,
for no amount of trying will mend the boards began
pried to the point of breaking right loose. Glue won't
fix this rift. Don't worry, I find it nice that some do
get to choose. Ungrateful mug, she rejected our
love by walking with her brow upright. Beaten none,
for the patchwork of lashes mashed in back above
the *** of property, branded and pushed in.
The sky will call a caw for you on one more day
you kept yourself from death, promising to do
your due, never invite the listless, self-inflicted
sorrow, others lip to ear in shadow gaslight to
imbue. One more day others in shadow decline
interview.
I. Will sing a prayer.
(She denies the gods given)
I. Own nothing to give.
(Free and kindly)
I. Will sing.
As much and where I would like to sing.
(She's another one with a will)
Not crying at the back of the world, not holding just to hold.
(She's another one who hunts happiness as if to others she's disappeared)
Not stopping to cry back at the ceiling holding me
to the floor in a box as its missing pieces
(When she's only a another piece)
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 8:38 PM UTC
Perhaps the most positively uninteresting tragedy
Is the story of flawed, impeded love.
For whenever I venture, strive, endeavor—
To exit my haven of solitary isolation
I’m devoid of any bravery.
Though I wish I could say
“People scare me! I don’t want to be judged
For things I cannot control,
For transgressions and loves
Methods, impairment, systems and failures
Despicable lies and harrowing truths
Cringeworthy trances and malicious propositions—
That’s the reason I tragically fear you!"
But such would be blatant lies.
For I am not a reticent sheep,
Not afraid of human, futile words
It’s not any judgement or hate I despise
It’s just that I can’t ever compromise
I’m so terrified of judging
Even in my mind
The people of the world
Precious brethren of my kind—
I don’t wish to hurt a weakling
Or a disgraceful abomination
Thus, I’ll isolate from anyone
For fear of impeding my love
Of all alive, of everyone.
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 12:09 PM UTC