"electives" poems - Hello Poetry

1.22. Statistics of statistics The precise revision of demographics non-existent The strange fabrication of how polluted and misconstrued thoughts Is a simple resolution to every souls confusion Can you count every written faith? Books on who's opinion? Individually written by hands influence by their brand named wallets The waste in produce in mass production Selling us ideas of self-destruction Spending less on life lessons Not saving up for self-reflections Who's dime pays for time? Is it time deciding time? Or do dimes define the meaning of time? Who's time has it become? What is time? Time is? Time was? Time never really was ours Watch the kids play king of high risk Compete to defeat in the depths of debt Our inherited regrets forget to check on emotional scores you can't get a credit for Give praise to high interest rates instead of banking on your faith Safely you deposit selfish values That lock you in lucrative hate Bankrup these divided ideas Start to believe in the people Let’s invest in each other again Who's next in line? Last in the back? Who's at the till? How do you pay your grocery bill? Do you stress? Depressed? Do you pay for change? Presidents and Prime ministers face paper electives bills that select how countries develop Look for the Queen working in virtual streets Trying to be a girl seen in a magazine Selling the tales of fictional fascism Stacked on the ranks of fast fashion Blessed be the ****** with their new Micheal Kors Losing themselves in concrete stores Designers that dictates your direction Consuming ourselves we go off to slaughter Is there a refund in the death of a daughter? Who lies? Who plots? Who puts capitol value on gifts from God?

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Jun 11, 2019

Jun 11, 2019 at 4:56 PM UTC

SamanthaXxX

Saving Frost Bitten Orchids 1.22.

1.22. Statistics of statistics The precise revision of demographics non-existent The strange fabrication of how polluted and misconstrued thoughts Is a simple resolution to every souls confusion Can you count every written faith? Books on who's opinion? Individually written by hands influence by their brand named wallets The waste in produce in mass production Selling us ideas of self-destruction Spending less on life lessons Not saving up for self-reflections Who's dime pays for time? Is it time deciding time? Or do dimes define the meaning of time? Who's time has it become? What is time? Time is? Time was? Time never really was ours Watch the kids play king of high risk Compete to defeat in the depths of debt Our inherited regrets forget to check on emotional scores you can't get a credit for Give praise to high interest rates instead of banking on your faith Safely you deposit selfish values That lock you in lucrative hate Bankrup these divided ideas Start to believe in the people Let’s invest in each other again Who's next in line? Last in the back? Who's at the till? How do you pay your grocery bill? Do you stress? Depressed? Do you pay for change? Presidents and Prime ministers face paper electives bills that select how countries develop Look for the Queen working in virtual streets Trying to be a girl seen in a magazine Selling the tales of fictional fascism Stacked on the ranks of fast fashion Blessed be the ****** with their new Micheal Kors Losing themselves in concrete stores Designers that dictates your direction Consuming ourselves we go off to slaughter Is there a refund in the death of a daughter? Who lies? Who plots? Who puts capitol value on gifts from God?

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Society and Flaw Surely lie hand and hand The pencil and the paper Given to untrue man The government corrupt, society can't see A slave to politician, is all we'll ever be Trained that right was right When right was truly wrong These thoughts instilled within us To keep politic strong A song was sang to lure us Into the wicked sea Of lies and deception, the truth can never be Weak family, strong state It's what's right, control their fate Pointless electives in the college Surely to keep us within ******* A scheme of money plain in sight But still found hard to see A slave to politician, is all we'll ever be Freedom of speech is without reach Cuz speak and you'll be found Floating in a river, sure to be face down Never thinking for self, always for the man The man holds the paper, and so he's cuffed your hand Bound to the flaws of which we cannot see A slave to politician, is all we'll ever be

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Mar 17, 2016

Mar 17, 2016 at 10:58 AM UTC

james-walker

Society and Flaw

Society and Flaw Surely lie hand and hand The pencil and the paper Given to untrue man The government corrupt, society can't see A slave to politician, is all we'll ever be Trained that right was right When right was truly wrong These thoughts instilled within us To keep politic strong A song was sang to lure us Into the wicked sea Of lies and deception, the truth can never be Weak family, strong state It's what's right, control their fate Pointless electives in the college Surely to keep us within ******* A scheme of money plain in sight But still found hard to see A slave to politician, is all we'll ever be Freedom of speech is without reach Cuz speak and you'll be found Floating in a river, sure to be face down Never thinking for self, always for the man The man holds the paper, and so he's cuffed your hand Bound to the flaws of which we cannot see A slave to politician, is all we'll ever be

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i am four. i don't want to be a princess. i tell my mother i want to be an astronaut. as young as i am, i am already wanting to be with the constellations. i am eight. at this point, i have wanted to be many things. the weirdest: a bee keeper, after a field trip to some zoo. i stick, however, to consider being a teacher; to children, i hoped. specifically kindergarten. or maybe a football player? i am ten. i have it all planned out. i'll be taking up Mass Communication in college and i'll work as an author, or a journalist. i consider being a newscaster. or a National Geographic photographer. i am fourteen. i do not want to be anything but dead. six feet under with my feet pointing the way the tulips grow. and now... i guess i just miss how simple it all was. how i was so convinced i had my **** together. how there weren't entrance exams to worry about, or wrongly-chosen tracks and courses and electives to regret. because it gets harder to hold it together, gets harder to hope for the better, gets harder to love and live when there are galaxies upon galaxies calling out your name; i want to be wide-eyed and four years old again; arms outstretched to the sky, the stars at the tips of my fingers. i want to be that little girl again. that little girl who was excited to get up in the morning and face what the universe had in store. that little girl who wasn't cynical for tomorrows she was not promised. that little girl who smiled bright in pictures, and actually meant it.

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Jun 1, 2016

Jun 1, 2016 at 9:52 PM UTC

smoll

time's a **** that ***** with everybody

i am four. i don't want to be a princess. i tell my mother i want to be an astronaut. as young as i am, i am already wanting to be with the constellations. i am eight. at this point, i have wanted to be many things. the weirdest: a bee keeper, after a field trip to some zoo. i stick, however, to consider being a teacher; to children, i hoped. specifically kindergarten. or maybe a football player? i am ten. i have it all planned out. i'll be taking up Mass Communication in college and i'll work as an author, or a journalist. i consider being a newscaster. or a National Geographic photographer. i am fourteen. i do not want to be anything but dead. six feet under with my feet pointing the way the tulips grow. and now... i guess i just miss how simple it all was. how i was so convinced i had my **** together. how there weren't entrance exams to worry about, or wrongly-chosen tracks and courses and electives to regret. because it gets harder to hold it together, gets harder to hope for the better, gets harder to love and live when there are galaxies upon galaxies calling out your name; i want to be wide-eyed and four years old again; arms outstretched to the sky, the stars at the tips of my fingers. i want to be that little girl again. that little girl who was excited to get up in the morning and face what the universe had in store. that little girl who wasn't cynical for tomorrows she was not promised. that little girl who smiled bright in pictures, and actually meant it.

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They'd tell you to worship the mannequins which march mechanically like marionettes making their way towards the main stage But you've always been able to tell Gods from false Idols you fill these empty halls with your electric electives while I watch you chase away the pigeons just to see them fly you said to me once *you're too boring who wants to be bored?* this creature of habit habitually picking up bad habits like you. I lay in bed all morning writing my poems I am a raconteur you live the words my hopeless anti-heroine protagonist antagonizing the ink from this pen and no matter what happens I'm happy to have had my brief moment of observation

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Oct 7, 2013

Oct 7, 2013 at 10:56 AM UTC

harry-j-baxter

My Brief Moment of Observation

They'd tell you to worship the mannequins which march mechanically like marionettes making their way towards the main stage But you've always been able to tell Gods from false Idols you fill these empty halls with your electric electives while I watch you chase away the pigeons just to see them fly you said to me once *you're too boring who wants to be bored?* this creature of habit habitually picking up bad habits like you. I lay in bed all morning writing my poems I am a raconteur you live the words my hopeless anti-heroine protagonist antagonizing the ink from this pen and no matter what happens I'm happy to have had my brief moment of observation

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Yes I’m a man without a house but don’t be stupid and mistake me for being homeless Some of u with houses and money can’t even point where home is Ignorance I’m not trynna justify But I’m a man who fell on hard times Y’all gat on the most expensive watch can’t even tell that these are hard times Oblivious Young people don’t know how to be serious My life U hear bout this U fear of this But it isn’t that obvious Cause u conclude your own hypothesis As a result u look at me silly U look at me with pitty U judge me before u even meet me U tell me I have no right to be in this position based on your own position Making it seem like this was my decision ***** I was a student too A good student too But I didn’t see the sense in it because school wasn’t teaching me How to get to the place where I wanna be And so I dropped out Yeah I dropped out That phrase is taboo Hierarchy I gatta hand it to u U got everyone in your shoe Following your foot steps Telling people this will lead to their peaks But what if someone like me Wants to see differently And not from your perspective Maybe I don’t wanna take courses of majors and electives That’s not where my best is U know I have a passion for drama I wouldn’t mind learning how to perfect acting but the odds were against me And so my family turned against me Cause I wasn’t contributing to da house Dey kicked me out So now I’m without a house but I still have my home in my heart And I know where my passion lies I keep my head to the skies I guess I have no choice but to do that cause there’s no ceiling to block my vision Yes I did make my own decision But it wasn’t to be poor it was to step out from the norm I guess nowadays those two things coincide Sorry I’m rambling but don’t walk past me with so much pride Just cause I don’t have a place to go inside Don’t judge me if u don’t know my story Just cause my life got noticeably ugly I don’t even ask; yet people think I want a dollar or more I may not have a house but I got my home in my core When I see people what I really wanna ask for Is a chance but no one gives those out anymore

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Oct 14, 2018

Oct 14, 2018 at 10:37 PM UTC

Jay-T-P

Poor Man’s Story

Yes I’m a man without a house but don’t be stupid and mistake me for being homeless Some of u with houses and money can’t even point where home is Ignorance I’m not trynna justify But I’m a man who fell on hard times Y’all gat on the most expensive watch can’t even tell that these are hard times Oblivious Young people don’t know how to be serious My life U hear bout this U fear of this But it isn’t that obvious Cause u conclude your own hypothesis As a result u look at me silly U look at me with pitty U judge me before u even meet me U tell me I have no right to be in this position based on your own position Making it seem like this was my decision ***** I was a student too A good student too But I didn’t see the sense in it because school wasn’t teaching me How to get to the place where I wanna be And so I dropped out Yeah I dropped out That phrase is taboo Hierarchy I gatta hand it to u U got everyone in your shoe Following your foot steps Telling people this will lead to their peaks But what if someone like me Wants to see differently And not from your perspective Maybe I don’t wanna take courses of majors and electives That’s not where my best is U know I have a passion for drama I wouldn’t mind learning how to perfect acting but the odds were against me And so my family turned against me Cause I wasn’t contributing to da house Dey kicked me out So now I’m without a house but I still have my home in my heart And I know where my passion lies I keep my head to the skies I guess I have no choice but to do that cause there’s no ceiling to block my vision Yes I did make my own decision But it wasn’t to be poor it was to step out from the norm I guess nowadays those two things coincide Sorry I’m rambling but don’t walk past me with so much pride Just cause I don’t have a place to go inside Don’t judge me if u don’t know my story Just cause my life got noticeably ugly I don’t even ask; yet people think I want a dollar or more I may not have a house but I got my home in my core When I see people what I really wanna ask for Is a chance but no one gives those out anymore

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Today feels so so surreal. The pain is so so unreal. So painful that I have to deal more than some ordinary feeling. I'll remember this feeling that it's more than pen and paper intriguing. I needed a sad song to help me resonates with what I'm going through for reassuring that I'm still living. Imagine I couldn't be so broken and go through what I go through that anything, that drives away will put my muse into transmission instead of reminiscing of this ignition that engines in some sort of remission. I want to find my omission on this planet which helps me calls my mission. To know this suffocation isn't the end if this petition. I gladly know there nothing left to say but to this but be submitting of all of this dedication of this precognition. With or without written dissertation to someone's else permission. Either to decline nor precise superstition neither to my own future preposition. Expect to a precondition to a certain expectations of neither my rights of a preconceived notions definition. Can't sway nor hide my any persuasion. You see you can create things and still called it intrusive, but it how you introduce it as any perspective like it not any other electives. So I'll hear my respective not to misrepresent it. I'll gather my witnesses and still find it by many few selective.

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Jun 18, 2020

Jun 18, 2020 at 10:03 PM UTC

dianekpak

Some Ordinary Feelings

Today feels so so surreal. The pain is so so unreal. So painful that I have to deal more than some ordinary feeling. I'll remember this feeling that it's more than pen and paper intriguing. I needed a sad song to help me resonates with what I'm going through for reassuring that I'm still living. Imagine I couldn't be so broken and go through what I go through that anything, that drives away will put my muse into transmission instead of reminiscing of this ignition that engines in some sort of remission. I want to find my omission on this planet which helps me calls my mission. To know this suffocation isn't the end if this petition. I gladly know there nothing left to say but to this but be submitting of all of this dedication of this precognition. With or without written dissertation to someone's else permission. Either to decline nor precise superstition neither to my own future preposition. Expect to a precondition to a certain expectations of neither my rights of a preconceived notions definition. Can't sway nor hide my any persuasion. You see you can create things and still called it intrusive, but it how you introduce it as any perspective like it not any other electives. So I'll hear my respective not to misrepresent it. I'll gather my witnesses and still find it by many few selective.

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