"hilter" poems
I don't know you but you have probably sat in a classroom at some point.
"Who was Adolf Hilter?"
"What is y = 9 + 2y? "
We spend so many hours perched on chairs and learning facts/equations that eventually will fade from our minds
Material that will need be useful in real and actual life
The real question is who are we?
Who am I really?
Am I the galaxy of freckles dusted on my nose?
Or the bruises etched on my skin from my tendency to drip over invisible molecules?
Research shows that every single one of us sees ourselves lightyears more attractive than we really are but at the end of the day, we aren't just mere flesh
Trends will fade, faith may dismissed, and love might only tear us in apart
So why do we **** time by scrutinizing ourselves and others, manifesting on our every flaw and lovers that will never hold us again?
I think the trick is to consume everything the universe has to offer us before it begins to gnaw on you
Feed off everything you find righteous
Relish literature
Become infatuated with nature instead of man
The sea, flowers and the sunset will never pierce your heart
The mountains and the stars will never judge
The only real way to truly live is to find peace with yourself
Find your strengths and know your limits
Indulge in whatever makes your heart swell
Be passionate about what you love or towards who you love
Because every second you just sit and try to **** time, your biological clock is ticking silently
I don't know you or your story but we both lack knowledge of when we will cease to exist
when our lungs will tighten and we will be reduced to nothing but shriveled bones
So take a chance
Go on a road trip
Call that person who has been on your mind for so long
Say hi to that pretty girl or boy who makes your heart stutter at the risk of being rejected
Each of us is currently at war with ourselves
And our every decision will determine what the outcome will be
Will it be a life of continued misery or will you live better, magnificent days with faded battle wounds and inner peace?
The ultimate choice is yours and so is this moment
Do something with it
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 10:04 PM UTC
if i had a gun i would have popped more heads than hilter could,
you may say im rude but at least i still believe in something good.
every morning i wake up some prefect making noise banging my door
its like he doesnt have a place in this world,
but if he knew he should have committed suicide the moment he woke up and looked into the mirror and it back at him.
so today i took my pen and in this poem i write more than pain
and i wil drop my pride and shout i aint the great,
bang in your face we shall all be dead one day.
i guess its true i aint scared any more thats why im writing again
to prove whats wrong right ,
and if you think i am crazy then yes i am and guess what
you aint so in a crazy world you are a fool.
if im gonna die from telling the truth you gonna die from listening to it,
i bet you dont even know why you are here sir.
im here to become a mouth piece for those people like your father oppress,
im gonna be a lawyer and im gonna stop it all
corruption starts here at high school when people like you are tolerated
not in this generation and not on my watch, you going down.
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 1:40 PM UTC
look in the mirror see what appears its clear im the ferror i shed a tear the end is near im not from here i was born in a single digit year 10k years take it from a peer dear my jet leer sirens going off terror fear lie an smoke look in the mirror
blood on my hands youre ******* sick its evident the past is pretence force more powerful then the presidents im **** near napolean an the earth my ship theres a twist in my hips when i unload this **** on everyone bare witness an return my lifeline to sanctions
im alive the dawning of a new beginning you shall never walk over me with illuminatic presentations we will make you jews extinct an no bomb shall ever hold me prisoner in my babylon the world is in debt
you made me i give you birth you are saved its ok bless us we will not fail again a master plan across the holy lands extinguisher on my wrist bish best be disciplined or its detention
boss
hilter cree is alive an im coming for your head
Oct 18, 2023
Oct 18, 2023 at 4:00 PM UTC
I just to that I did not write the Poem First They Came it was written because a German Pastor believed Hilter was a blessing from Jesus till Hilter startled attacking everyone that he did not like then the pastor startled voicing his disapproval which got him toss into jail after ww2 He wrote that poem.
Aug 26, 2019
Aug 26, 2019 at 8:06 AM UTC