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Nobody Sep 2017
Your suffering is always greater than mine,
you claim your fears are bigger.
Whine your feelings are better than mine,
insist my feelings are simpler.

Try to laugh my feats away like a joke,
but my will is more forward than yours.
Now don’t expect any warmth from me,
my spirit won’t be ignored.

You think you can quiet my defiance,
but I'm used to standing alone;
still these ego trips never get old,
they only harden my resolve.

So you timidly try and silence me,
then make excuses to escape.
‘Cause your wits won't handle me long,
I’m the one you can’t sedate.
Amoy May 2018
Take take
Take it all
No give back
Fill your cup
Never fill mine
Feel the sunshine
Let me stand in the rain
I care, you don’t
Push but no pull
Receive but never give
Salute but never stand
Selfish, that’s your brand
The Calm Mar 2017
From the clouds they look over me
They protect me,  and of me, they know
Humble heart, big mouth and egotistical soul.
From the heavens they shine upon me
My roots draw strength from the rivers that flow
They do not cut me, my petals they do not show
They do not take me from the ground,  expose my glow
Because they know that uncut flowers don't get to grow.
s Oct 2017
No
he’s addicted to the high
from egotistical joy rides. he revels
in self pride, arrogance apparent in
his stride. but his confident exterior
is built from narcissistic lies. he can’t handle
hearing “no”- rejection leaves him mortified.    

this is not the first time
he's come to me ****-eyed.      
he asks for my consent, politely i deny.
he refuses to listen, preparing to defy.
my fear becomes palpable-
his desire
fortifies.

“no, no, no!” yet his hands
are on my thighs. “we have to tonight.”
his words cut like a knife.
i don’t understand why
i’m forced to comply. (this is my body,
don’t i get to decide?)

my bones calcify, my heart’s
a ship that’s capsized
i’ve been dehumanized and
yet i'm forced to act alive.

i look in the mirror
and let out a long sigh-
is it his soul or mine
that’s been demonized?
Kara Jean May 2016
My configuration is accelerating
Off balance with the earth's core
Dissatisfied, I try to be still
My form is hyper and energetic
Loud and obnoxious
Mistaken and exaggerated for being cruel
I only seek to harness similarities
To stand grandly, instead I appear egotistical with low self-esteem
Contradicting, no way to make sense
This is a normal place
Disconnected, I try to behave
Social skill are at low percentage
Sitting, I embrace the heckling
one hand on heart and the other on mind,
In hopes to intertwine
Take control, define the soul
Combine me into a whole
Let standards go
Carrying a presence of a mild wind breeze
Never nearing nor ending
Kara Jean May 2016
A curtain held by one nail
Faded blush pink, tilted
Ratted hair into knotted beauty
Eyeliner set as feathers
***** crusted stage, crackling with every step
Audience of the haunted, ghostly clapping
Amused by the audacity
She twirls
Egotistical, making her toes blister
She closes her eyes, her thighs tingling
Meat hanging on a bone barely
Hells lounge
What a crowd
The devil sharpens his hair
Perfect horns of despair
He smokes his cigar
"Keep going my queen
Famous was the only request
You never said where"
Satan's personal entertainer
He kisses her forehead,
carressing her mangled body
He loves her the best a man can,
when being the king of hell
A ferocious request, "bow everybody"
Unnamed Oct 2018
I wage war against
The stars of this universe.
I decry this sky
Of unbroken lights
And dim futures
That will never be.

There’s a cluster of dots
In the night sky
That reminds me of you.
They’re vehement,
Standing high above my ground;
They look down upon me,
But maybe I’m above them.

Earth could be the zenith,
And the stars simply lie
At the feet of our existence.

But then again,
That would be rather egotistical;
We must not cheat
Our feeble consciousnesses:
We are at the mercy of those
Eternal spheres of pure,
Unforgiving, luminous fire.

“And so long as men die,
Liberty will never perish”
I do hope the statement proves to be true.
Let us be everything except for what we are not.
Audrey Sep 2018
I loved you the moment before it
and when you were done
I left you

how evil some may think right?
but you knew what you did
and like a cat I tried to get out
but you caught me
you always do.

you egotistical, sadistic, narcissistic son of a AGHHHGHHHIEWHOGABGILG

play the victim so my ears can rest.
and I won't need to explain.
and you can do what you do best.
and haunt me with the pain.
this poem is all my feelings and emotions together it doesn't rhyme or have a pattern bear with me.
B L Feb 22
I've lived the kind of pain they write about;
In the tales of heroes, who came and went without
Salvation or celebration,
And, instead, became close friends of doubt.

When luck leaves your side,
And there's no one left watching . . .
There is no martyrdom.
No heaven to fall from. No damnation.
                Just nothing.
                Nothing and no one.

But I won't let myself succumb
To the temptations of self-righteous certainty,
False justifications, or egotistical self-mutilation . . .
                      Just to bleed on those who lay
                      Below my lowly elevation.
                     Not like you.
                     I am not made like you.

No longer, will I distort my own view
And lie to the few, who stand with me in the fire.

               It's true.

               I am worthless *******,
               and even I can hardly stand it
               when I speak about myself.
But this time . . .
It's about more than me.
And, for once, I'm going to spend well the wealth,
That I was given and didn't earn,
On those who showed me how to learn
               And to never become like you.

Yes,
I am judgmental and self-loathing.
I am selfish and I am wrong.
I am naive, and strung out and strung along.

                                But I
                                  am not made
                                             like you.

                                             I am strong.
hashtag1stworldproblems, but
couldn't even win a prize for reading:
'But there was no give in the cat,
no flex anywhere but his tail. And for
a moment their roles reversed, as though it were
the train facing
the inevitable cat...'
'n' dog 69er
vukojebina Tasmaniandevil in a ******
ad under/overbiting off more than I can
chew Escher's pretzel autocannibal
Prometheus in a Faustian ****
stage pacman dragon fusion starbirth centre
of the earth Bruckheimer pileup of me

Meanwhile bombs fall everywhere but here.

Singing 'Suggasuggasugga my art ***,
liggaliggaligga my art hole'

putting out the bins Insta-grommet-
ed Fama-widgetted the world but the world
is washing its ***** homme moyen sensuel
feels neither ****** nor blessed
culdesac wilderness no 'Wot no samo
©' enriches but inside my flat wypipo
surahs are basquiated alll over bones stones
& date palm fronds Newyork Paris London
Norwich supernobody supernova of purple psychology
prisoner between the lines egotistical subprime of me.

Allthewhile bombs immortalise everywhere but here.

Praying ' Ia! Shub-Niggurath! The Black Goat
of the Woods With a 1000 Young'
  yet still
the DWP send brown envelopes like post-
al millenarian sandwichboards or economic
letterbombs mash of calendars unassailable
nth mph inevitable catastrophe alazonic
file Akashic Bureau declassifies
is conceit of a train facing a rhino of a meme by
necessity a meme of a rhino gardarhino swino
my geworfen gurn of response scenarios
geworfen backatcha megillah galaxy
fillet ubeity is barrow pig cosmic bootyclap of me.

Everyday bombs bombarded the Mousetrap Theatre
but never hereatre.

Isn't everything just advanced basketmaking
everything is advanced basket-
making everything either that or egowanking
like urban legend of the Purple One ouroboros-
ing his purple one Janusjaws bittensmit-
ten by tailtaste once American sawboneses
optimised the Tom Thumb of Funk's
zeroshape with double ribectomy musta hadda sillycunt
implant ah the hiss of hubris human CMBR
soliphissing hero of selflove whited sepulchres
'This is the only musical the mouth & hopefully
the brain attached to the mouth, right?'
X-iestance of me.

The bombs they bombeth everyday, but I'm okay.

Big Gazrilo Princep Bang weltgeschichtlich pinup
modcon slave to my suprachiasmatic nucleus living
l'appel du vide in comfort fatarse sitrep
tragicecstatic bluff transparent as an exhibition-
ist pharaoh mummified in cling-
film hokeycokeying the keys till my right hand's in
court & my leftover hand doesn't count
tallies of tall realities like BasquiAT-ATs or Daliphants
skittled by Tippex the inner crickets' tip-
ple ghost grawlixes sculpsit grazes 00Q's qwerty spype
no carmen triumphale of poetical toothbrushes gets free
from chelseasmiled singularity inadequake scree of me.

But bombs being dropped is not the only way
this 40-yr-old 5'6 din of reverie will stop.
venn Oct 2018
Who am I?

I like to think that, in every punch,
Every curse,
Every outburst of rage,
There is a little bit of my father.

In every burst of anxiety,
Every obsessive drive for perfection,
Every rejection of genuine emotion,
There is a little bit of my mother.

In every spiteful comment,
In every grudge held too long,
In every egotistical  thought,
There is a little bit of my stepfather.

And even if we are not together,
Fated from the beginning to tear one another to pieces,
We are still one big ******* happy family.
After this earth this time renewed again
After man on his egotistical horse rode
After he stting himself up as all knoing
His own path walked traveled strode

After being way too ahead of himself
After endless time this time often told
In one ear and diectly out of the other
Little boys never grow but always bold

The last soul weeps for mans stupidity
Long after being abused in many a way
By all the knowing ever so brilliant mind
When he's gone women will survive  stay

His ego blinded him not love money as well
Greed and self opinnion diluted his very mind
Blaming women always since he invented Eden
Heres hoping he can look back this to find

A lone woman weeps for mans own doing
Asking how much proof did he ever need
To see the mistakes he made within his actions
And to think it all mostly came down to greed

( For picture to explain this poem ..
  www.etastic.com  aussiepoet  )

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
DivineDao3 Sep 2018
Dearest...


Rememberings & Starters

Telepathy then Sanctuary

Time for the Galery of Life
to {(

Mostly welcome on a journey with... !! //Ladies and Gentlement

    %] ~[social media is şajtfb is a masacrw and illusion
persumably one of my oldest colleguaes talked to us and said
its for real the xonnection and that¥€£;/




Would Thou Arts Degree
for sensibility and ethics
Consider His Art for *-+
A lil momentum or.      A gianormous masterpiece... of

Love exposeé
without suffering!?!

What is better:
Being naive _-or stupid
, conjur your Evil Selfish Pleasures hatand stuck them ForEternity....Bić

(the later of course is overboard sick friend of yours who has the space above at the beginning of this utterly crazy story sum of events
written with diligence and all the remains of re

nevermore Part
yx
Solely for Them Self Bazzarable
nectary
Congregational cherished reasons



My my dearest vulnerable girl
n"toko is super. cool

Was I beeing a buzzz
why
put a smirk into the tone of yoir voice after recognotion
Like you did? dear foch"fraulein frend "of the best"

I liked joy and your wisdom, shared at
night clubs, cherished the feelings of sympathy and approval towards you
and your nephews years long



honeymooned >were you cute, and still are
Loving ... purehearted, pensive, fragile girl with transmitting ideas
once perhaps more fragile and cornered;
went through more desperate days then I ever...

But my father usualy said those words at rare times ~ Do. not. compare - - it brings only sufferings

Offerings with Love
Crimson female letters saying overwhelming intimate stories.
I've felt with you then inside the tiny nearby library
standing alone inbetween bookshelves, cornered, so saddened... tricklingtears also for you ~ and your tragic story...

Not even once have my heart
niether
my consciousness sent you anything but respect, tender thoughts of gratitude, silent and subtle admiration for your wise deeds and interesting talks with the knowledgeable ones..

I've got to comunicate this with you TK
Like you stopped your public altered slightly hightened pitched syncopated mocking voice
or. rather define that "mockery without the knowledge of all the torments, processes and agony obsessive egotistical madness devoures ~ as I assumed solely upon your media apparitions, what kind of a person you really are-- angelic sublime being~ _~... I was mislead as you were.
Also ~ much truth in your message!

Yet ~ Do not dare to judge me!!!!
Am I ashamed?!! No, before you TK, no, really why should I be -  I'Im a proud human being, a woman, happy to be alive, among kids I love, among friends and family I cherish and a bit disapointed upon you.

When inbetween your pensive earnest soul shined a pure being and stopped your cultural nonelegant disease of a spoiled caracter...

You know your mother is stronger,
You portrude mostly because of her
otherwise someone would have already
destroyed you... Times are rough and rascally
Being popular means being brutally exposed

it does. not. take a genius to guess what will some people do
just to get what they want

but not. you you are genuinly cherished and after the fact youre
crunchable and delicate....

I realy liked you
Before
even now. i. suppose
Nowadays your Angel like mom Surpasses everyone of the ensamble on the scene.

I even liked that you liked Him of who you perceive as
Cosmic explorer of widespread multiverses.

yes indeed
strip all your favorite
recognitions and look through
The  other Sioux
wearing proudly the Tree
of wonders
To humbly
stand next to The True Love shielded Being
of. my blood...

This happenes ~ Thou truest
Conscioussnes
For the one heartsoulbodymind girlishlike*_*thinwoman garnished in the future
nesting toward Cons........of Highly Evolved Beings
She was not like most people, she got caught somewhere in between reality while swallowing substances as a form of psychiatry.
She had found herself always stumbling accross her own art you see, even amongst her own world she was lost and misplaced her galaxy's key.
She was never exactly listening while breathing in your level of dimension you see, her thoughts wandered much too far off the edge of her galaxy's sea.
This place she ended up was consumed by madness, darkness, and imagination. She was always shaking on the floor fighting the feelings of prostration.
This woman lived inside of her head you know, all these things she could not explain somehow made her grow.
She fought against her own world, how was she supposed to stay sane when the reality around her was swirled?
She tried her best by hiding behind the moon and sprinkling her world with fairy dust, still she found herself screaming at the stars to please shake off the feeling of lust.
She was cursed with a heart that never ceased to love, voices whispered in the skies of her own galaxy and laughed at her from above.
She refused to waste her time believing in actuality, for she was too busy seducing starlight with her sensual sexuality.
Her unpredictable personality was either devilish or angelic, she was lost while chasing dragons in this world of hers oh so psychedelic.
You would never dare to walk deeper into her thoughts of fantasy and lucid dreaming, your naive infinity could have never established any meaning.
You were unimpressed by her actions and resented her always reckless, around the witch's neck laid her luck inside a necklace.
She remained in her own nonsense believing mysteries indeed mystical, in the end these mysteries meaning nothing less than egotistical.
You never saw beyond the facts of your own perspective, little did you know
from her's she was fighting villians just to keep her nature protected.
blackbiird May 8

what women have
birthed man tried
to put asunder
but no more
shall the fires of our
labor  be put out by
egotistical men
slopping around
the earth like castrated
pigs covered in their own
filth. what women have birthed
no man shall put asunder.

Nyx Jan 7
My heart has become hateful
As jealousy burns
&
Self hated prevails
Blame all others for their deeds
After being lulled into false security

What has happened?
They ask, Is everything okay?
My Egotistical soul reply
Its your fault
While my facade says
I'm fine.


-
Laura Feb 11
walkie talkie
boy like shawty
shy but naughty
but whose identity?
"that's so girly"
prejudice from early
10:23
who am I supposed to be?
pink fizz and blue drips
materialistic shizz and new kicks
is it that hard for me to fit in?
besides myself, I feel it heavier on my shoulders than ever before
who am I and what have I found?
three, how unlucky
egotistical, dependent, broke, dumb,
drop out of school kid
with dreams that are too big
still this age
Liam hopson Oct 2018
LOVE AND COMPASSION WILL GET THE EARTH SPINNING
LOVE AND COMPASSION IS ALL GOD ASKED FOR FROM THE BEGINNING

HATE AND DIVISION DEFINITELY DOES NOT WORK
HATE AND DIVISION JUST MAKES YOU LOOK LIKE AN EGOTISTICAL ****

PLEASE LOOK DEEP WITHIN BEFORE SHOUTING OUT REALLY LOUD
JUST LOOKING WITHIN IS WHAT MAKES GOD SO PROUD

IT DOESN'T MATTER WHICH RELIGON YOU FOLLOW
NOT RESPECTING ANY RELIGION WILL LEAVE YOU FEELING EMPTY AND HOLLOW
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