"hipocrisy" poems
I've built these four walls
Palms bloodied in a titanium sentiment
Teeth broken under bottle necked business
The scars draw pictures of the stars
Plastered tears on the wall and called it paint
Leave your scewed values at the door
We can wipe our feet on the hipocrisy and call it a welcome mat
Welcome home darling
These four walls can hold more than your last sip
Structure built from our bridges off of last years ledge
No chance for broken peices to carve our faces on in the night
Welcome home darling
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 11:56 PM UTC
Is there a need to deny who you are?
And if there is what is the purpose?
Continue to pretend to be of a "superior" race, in the end you're still as the rest of us.
Slaves to a judgement based on the color of blood lines.
Admit to self that your heritage is as is known not as is spoken.
Stop the hipocrisy, and hunger for attention.
Clearly you lack patriotism and pride in who is truely running through your veins.
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 2:01 PM UTC
Lovely Blooms the flower of betrayal
If it's seeded in it's blood
Thus it always needs a victim
Living of it's own to rot
The traitors lilly is not poisonous
Though it spreads unto a touch
But as a flower of betrayal
It´s tainting weapons work as much
It´s seeds can rest and root forever
Or be in fruit within one year
The traitors lilly hides with others
Changing both color and appeal
Yet a single trait reveals her
More than any other mark
The traitors lilly has no feelings
And can´t do anything by heart
Search for the spark of hipocrisy
Inside a face of plastic smile
Until the mask of traitor lilly
Reveals the lilly´s weave of lies
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 1:33 PM UTC
This soul of mine cant fall into peace with my heart
So, it's a battle that never ends and again is yet to start
And if it was all true, then Dinosaurs died for you
Somebody help me, THERE IS A TYRANNOSAURUS REX ON MY CRUCIFIX
And I bow down to what no longer exists
For my body turned out to be my Soul's prison cell
and the people that surround me always feed it hell
this Snake Incanation will cause me to burst into Oblivion
Your Hipocrisy got you hidden like a Chamilion
BUT SOON, YOUR SKELETON WILL WALK AROUND NAKED, WITH EVERY OFFENSE TATTED ON EACH BONE DAMAGED!
The Tropical forest you call a home will become a hell you wish to forget!
Think! Dinosaurs died for you,
OUT OF EXISTENCE JUST FOR YOUR EXISTENCE
I bow, not to Jesus, but to A TYRANNOSAURUS REX ON MY CRUCIFIX
Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 10:37 AM UTC
All Those I had stained
Came to bleed on me
And bathe me in ointment
My hipocrisy
"You're so ******* great,
You're a radio star,
But under that we
All know what you are"
I danced my defense
I watered the floor
All painting me evil,
I ran out the door
Escape was futile
So I just gave in
In the game of "hurt-no-one"
There's no way you can win
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 1:07 PM UTC
Those restless nights.
Lay in bed, brain lit abright.
Mind off wondering late into the night.
Drifting off in theory, fantasy, and psychological harakiri.
Mind aimlessly adrift, throughout the cosmic rift.
The trivialities of unseen realities.
The complacent within societies debasement.
General hipocrisy of rampant misology.
Apostasy!
Before you know it, the dawning light.
Yet another sleepless, restless night.
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 1:28 AM UTC
Hipocrisy.
Everyday I wake up breathing the same air as those I call friends.
They know thats not what they are, who they are. It'll never end,
The long days of critisism, false accusations, random assumptions.
Oh don't pretend like thats who you are, your being a complete fool.
Don't think it makes you look biggger, intriguing, authorative or cool.
Hypocrisy.
Dont try to look for excuses for your behavior,
Why sympathy and popularity is what you crave for.
You have fooled many but the biggest is yourself.
You try to think of situations where you aren't the bad person,
But it all leads back to you not making any sense at all, again just you not being yourself.
Hypocrisy.
You cry to find a reason to cry.
This isn't who you are, just a simple soul looking for something to stand by.
Well it's funny your told to look in the mirror, the way you steam like tea,
Because whenever I look in the mirror hypocrisy stares at me.
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 7:40 AM UTC
Teachers always say,
"Strive for excellence, not for perfection"
"Giving your best matters the most"
"Grades do not define you"
"Studying with the mentality of passing is nothing"
Why would they say those,
If they were the ones who push us to feel;
We are to perfect
We are to be highest
We are who our grades are
We are to study to pass
Studying for passing.
Passing without learning.
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 9:14 AM UTC
When smiles turn to shock
Democracy becoming dictatorship
Hope being hatred
Courage downgrade to curse
Winning becoming war
Freedom stripped by Falling
My joy has become jeopardy
Friends fall to foes
Associates are now my antagonisers...
I stand on the unknown
Searching for the stolen
I dine with the unpredictable
Lot of friends left me loneliness
Few strangers embraced me with support
And i replaced Hipocrisy with hope
Mbaiwa M Mabua
Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 6:14 AM UTC
I miss looking in the eyes,
Not your eyes...but the eyes of someone
Who actually cares for me!
Your eyes are filled with hipocrisy...
You don’t even want to look at me...
I miss holding someone’s gane
And feel the warm feeling
That runs through my heart!
With you I had none of that...
With you I only felt cold...
I miss being loved
But I don’t miss loving someone
Because throghout this time
I love you with all my soul
And got nothing in return...
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 5:01 PM UTC
Colossal violence revels in the midst of hostility
Ingenius methods of hipocrisy roams our land
Dressed in superior clothings of mighty brands.
Nihilistic approaches for humanity's growth
Thats how things are done
As the blood red luminant shadows of the crescent moon strucked the heart of masochistic reapers of youthful innocence.
The bitterness of peace and joy did not satiate the evil's hoggish needs
So with their monstrous jaws and claws they haunted everything that screams life and hope
Until all of the land was left with little to no resemblance of what it was before
For now, the little town for which kids seek toys to play
And where adults find palpable joy in the simplicity of their humble abodes
Is now nothing but a mere reminder of how that ghost town was
Where the ugly stench of death and prejudicial entities of mankind lodges.
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 10:50 PM UTC
In this world
There's still this mediocracy
People always settling for less, for ok
It's so annoying!
And then there's this hipocrisy
Calling out people
Not looking at themselves in the mirror
And in the midst of tragedy
We're pinpointing each other
Who's fault is this?
Isn't this ours?
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 5:16 PM UTC