"hypocrit" poems - Hello Poetry

1. Had you a viral video, you’d watch it more than once. 2. Instagram hearts make you smile, even from strangers. 3. Which would you rather: *** or Zuckerberg friending you on Facebook. No, this isn’t a Cosmo quiz — it’s a social experiment. Because no one ACTUALLY answers these questions honestly without looking like that ****** at the pool trying to get as MANY high fives as possible. Yet, we all do it. Alone or in public. Day or night. LED screen spice up our lives. It was probably best embodied by that girl taking selfie after selfie after selfie after selfie, filmed for minutes on the way to school, the video soon posted, by her dad trying to teach her a lesson? Or trying to get attention? Either way, he might as well have hashtagged it #socialsuicide. Like most humor we laughed at her because we are her. We see a dripping characterture ************ to itself in public. Wait, it, sounds wrong when you name it. But there is a name for it: Digital ************ aka Self-adoration aka Narcississism. You won’t agree that you do it too. But I’ll bet most of you get excited thinking about notifications too. Why is that? You’d never admit it. You can say I smelt it, so I dealt it. Call me a preacher, a hater, or a hypocrit. But I'd rather you call me a digital masterbater too. And then remember the last time you opened Instagram or Facebook or Twitter and took a selfie or hashtagged something or posted a status that your still breathing. How long has it been — a minute, an hour, a day? Now try making fun of her.

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Aug 29, 2014

Aug 29, 2014 at 11:20 AM UTC

courtney-pruitt

Digital ************

1. Had you a viral video, you’d watch it more than once. 2. Instagram hearts make you smile, even from strangers. 3. Which would you rather: *** or Zuckerberg friending you on Facebook. No, this isn’t a Cosmo quiz — it’s a social experiment. Because no one ACTUALLY answers these questions honestly without looking like that ****** at the pool trying to get as MANY high fives as possible. Yet, we all do it. Alone or in public. Day or night. LED screen spice up our lives. It was probably best embodied by that girl taking selfie after selfie after selfie after selfie, filmed for minutes on the way to school, the video soon posted, by her dad trying to teach her a lesson? Or trying to get attention? Either way, he might as well have hashtagged it #socialsuicide. Like most humor we laughed at her because we are her. We see a dripping characterture ************ to itself in public. Wait, it, sounds wrong when you name it. But there is a name for it: Digital ************ aka Self-adoration aka Narcississism. You won’t agree that you do it too. But I’ll bet most of you get excited thinking about notifications too. Why is that? You’d never admit it. You can say I smelt it, so I dealt it. Call me a preacher, a hater, or a hypocrit. But I'd rather you call me a digital masterbater too. And then remember the last time you opened Instagram or Facebook or Twitter and took a selfie or hashtagged something or posted a status that your still breathing. How long has it been — a minute, an hour, a day? Now try making fun of her.

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partying is better than sitting at home like a parents boy i like parries in every single way i like kids who party despite what their parents say you see they drink alcohol and get drunk and they are having fun their parents are talking if they are the only ones to be young and dumb why can’t we party, it’s fun and cool, why not i want my own stories to tell my grandchildren rather than just telling your stories i know you had fun, so why can’t i, i deserve the right party mood cause all young dudes wanna party i like partying watching the footy yeah c’mon dudes pour some ***** on me i am cool get into some trouble with me, but not bad trouble make sure nobody spikes your drink, ready to party right i like partying in every single way with victoria bitter and carlton draught and a jim beam, how cool so c’mon dudes pour some bourbon on me and let’s party on i think parents are the biggest hypocrites on earth they party really bad but they hate us doing it i like to party, i like i like to party every single day with a west coast cooler and a bottle of scotch with coke, how cool i know we feel like vomiting and we sometimes feel sick but we need to understand what goes on in the club yeah, the good times, and there are plenty of them who cares how bad your hangover is, think of the good times i like partying because for a young dude it is pretty fun there will be people who yell at you, but you should think of the people who don’t i will take a sip out of a jug of beer and someone yells at me but i don’t complain because i like to PARTY real hard i remember my friend at school used fosters as his first beer my first beer was export light, in the kiddie section of the supermarket XXXX was my first beer i got ****** on and i enjoyed that a lot and if your hypocritical parents force you to stop partying say to them, get a life, we are the future of this world i like partying every single day i used to buy beer out of every ounce of my pay bills were being paid, but i was to young and cool to care but you change but there is one thing for sure i will never stop being a party dude i am not a hypocrit, never a hypocrite, but i am not a parent either and i party while i say, PARTY ON DUDES, and never give in to what conservative parents think PARTY ON, and say ROCK AND ROLL PARTIES TO THE RESCUE, dudes

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Apr 15, 2016

Apr 15, 2016 at 6:46 AM UTC

johnny-georgy-brown

i prefer to see kids partying with friends as opposed to sitting at home like a parents boy

partying is better than sitting at home like a parents boy i like parries in every single way i like kids who party despite what their parents say you see they drink alcohol and get drunk and they are having fun their parents are talking if they are the only ones to be young and dumb why can’t we party, it’s fun and cool, why not i want my own stories to tell my grandchildren rather than just telling your stories i know you had fun, so why can’t i, i deserve the right party mood cause all young dudes wanna party i like partying watching the footy yeah c’mon dudes pour some ***** on me i am cool get into some trouble with me, but not bad trouble make sure nobody spikes your drink, ready to party right i like partying in every single way with victoria bitter and carlton draught and a jim beam, how cool so c’mon dudes pour some bourbon on me and let’s party on i think parents are the biggest hypocrites on earth they party really bad but they hate us doing it i like to party, i like i like to party every single day with a west coast cooler and a bottle of scotch with coke, how cool i know we feel like vomiting and we sometimes feel sick but we need to understand what goes on in the club yeah, the good times, and there are plenty of them who cares how bad your hangover is, think of the good times i like partying because for a young dude it is pretty fun there will be people who yell at you, but you should think of the people who don’t i will take a sip out of a jug of beer and someone yells at me but i don’t complain because i like to PARTY real hard i remember my friend at school used fosters as his first beer my first beer was export light, in the kiddie section of the supermarket XXXX was my first beer i got ****** on and i enjoyed that a lot and if your hypocritical parents force you to stop partying say to them, get a life, we are the future of this world i like partying every single day i used to buy beer out of every ounce of my pay bills were being paid, but i was to young and cool to care but you change but there is one thing for sure i will never stop being a party dude i am not a hypocrit, never a hypocrite, but i am not a parent either and i party while i say, PARTY ON DUDES, and never give in to what conservative parents think PARTY ON, and say ROCK AND ROLL PARTIES TO THE RESCUE, dudes

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"totally one with nature." she typed into her iPhone.

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Jul 9, 2012

Jul 9, 2012 at 1:14 PM UTC

srm

hypocrit. (10w)

"totally one with nature." she typed into her iPhone.

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Stop Being a ***** no one likes someone who whines all the time no one wants to listen to anything you have to say you care about what everyone has to say you just cant stop feeling sorry for yourself You're such a hypocrit you dress like a different genre everyday can't you just think for yourself? unless you don't care what anyone thinks? not even yourself... just the voices in your head telling you to jump.

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Mar 5, 2013

Mar 5, 2013 at 9:59 PM UTC

anna-belle

Anna.

Stop Being a ***** no one likes someone who whines all the time no one wants to listen to anything you have to say you care about what everyone has to say you just cant stop feeling sorry for yourself You're such a hypocrit you dress like a different genre everyday can't you just think for yourself? unless you don't care what anyone thinks? not even yourself... just the voices in your head telling you to jump.

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And i will not graze those lips again No I will never give in Thank you for my heart that's bruised Im not your toy that's being used You're a total unfaithful lush And the other guys make you blush Yah it's okay since it's all the time Because what you do is never a crime Your a hypocrit, you are the worst And your reasons make my head hurt No baby I wont shed a tear For the worst girlfriend of the year

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Feb 16, 2012

Feb 16, 2012 at 2:02 AM UTC

evan-asper

Girlfriend of the Year

And i will not graze those lips again No I will never give in Thank you for my heart that's bruised Im not your toy that's being used You're a total unfaithful lush And the other guys make you blush Yah it's okay since it's all the time Because what you do is never a crime Your a hypocrit, you are the worst And your reasons make my head hurt No baby I wont shed a tear For the worst girlfriend of the year

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Guess we should not be quick to speak unless our actions are squeaky clean...being true to our word should be a resolution of our everyday lives...because if we can not honor our word than...who could we trust???and who trust us in return???No one but ourselves to blame for being such a hypocrit to begin with.

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Dec 4, 2014

Dec 4, 2014 at 2:51 AM UTC

lotti123

Hypocrit

Guess we should not be quick to speak unless our actions are squeaky clean...being true to our word should be a resolution of our everyday lives...because if we can not honor our word than...who could we trust???and who trust us in return???No one but ourselves to blame for being such a hypocrit to begin with.

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Sitting on a cloud of poisonous blackened ash enjoying my fake heaven provided by the best Amsterdam has to offer. Keeping up this relentless assault on my lungs as if I'm trying to turn them into the tar pit I currently reside in. A ***** desperate attempt to claw my way through what I'm coping with. To put a metaphor into actual reality by comparing reality and my actions to an actual metaphor of my reality. Painting my innards pitch black because I perceive my outer world like I'm looking through a veil of darkness. False flag operations on myself justified by the Demons residing in the world that I'm carrying. In this world that I'm traveling. Carrying my world like Atlas but I've lost my way.. wish I could live up to the name.. Google Maps myself back to sane. It's hypocrit Because I thrive of this poison and once my mind is clouded in ash.. the pressure is temporarily relieved like when a vulcano erupts.. But deep down it's always boiling always smoldering blistering cold merely touching my emotions would leave burnmarks on my hazed out psyche.. So I don't dare touch them, it hurts.. So I don't dare to sleep, I'm scared because pondering hurts.. So I don't dare dream.. because sleeping hurts.. So I remain, blazed out of this world Disconnected and severed from myself.. Rather face this green Hell than reality itself.

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Oct 7, 2014

Oct 7, 2014 at 3:57 PM UTC

SirReal

False Flag Operations on Myself

Sitting on a cloud of poisonous blackened ash enjoying my fake heaven provided by the best Amsterdam has to offer. Keeping up this relentless assault on my lungs as if I'm trying to turn them into the tar pit I currently reside in. A ***** desperate attempt to claw my way through what I'm coping with. To put a metaphor into actual reality by comparing reality and my actions to an actual metaphor of my reality. Painting my innards pitch black because I perceive my outer world like I'm looking through a veil of darkness. False flag operations on myself justified by the Demons residing in the world that I'm carrying. In this world that I'm traveling. Carrying my world like Atlas but I've lost my way.. wish I could live up to the name.. Google Maps myself back to sane. It's hypocrit Because I thrive of this poison and once my mind is clouded in ash.. the pressure is temporarily relieved like when a vulcano erupts.. But deep down it's always boiling always smoldering blistering cold merely touching my emotions would leave burnmarks on my hazed out psyche.. So I don't dare touch them, it hurts.. So I don't dare to sleep, I'm scared because pondering hurts.. So I don't dare dream.. because sleeping hurts.. So I remain, blazed out of this world Disconnected and severed from myself.. Rather face this green Hell than reality itself.

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There is a paradox of space for the individual in this sea of voices An amorphous body of metaphorical sound that we avoid and ignore with our sense of selfishness and superiority And yet we burn our civility to ashes for the sake of making sure that stranger knows we don't ******* agree with them Here in this valley of poets, what is trending and popular, what is held dear is similar explorations of pain and adversity Experiences of love, life, loss And as I try and to distinguish myself by expressing my own uniqueness I am a self indulgent hypocrit, who wants the same things as the idiots and disagreeables I try and hold myself superior to At least here, on this little page away from the flow of superfluous information I can speak to a void of similar voices, where more come to speak than to hear, forgive me for saying I am here to speak too I'm no better My voice may be different or distinct, I try to play with vocabulary and the conceptual But you probably do the same And art comes from pain so... In the end, I'm still a weak ***** who holds onto to old images of love Wishing the naked ****** friendships that took so long to build in the past will fall out of my phone when I wipe my thumb across it And hoping the efforts to create something basic and tangible, and the efforts to create an identity worthy of societal admiration Will deem me worthy to experience love again, part of me feels But I'm not deluded by that. I've given up looking for something that comes when you aren't looking The lost keys that turn up when you've looked everywhere and finally give up Instead I am driven by the craft that I want to define me And the satisfaction that the work gives me It makes me happy amongst this mess of information overload and malnourishment I experience socially By my own fault Probably As I let go of the catharsis of self expression now, petering out to a conclusion that has hopefully, a decent punch line I know that I probably won't be heard, will be skipped over for stories of bitter broken hearts or tangible stories of adversity defeated Skipped over in greater terms for the latest bag of shallow consumable ***** in the unhealthy social media world that I know you reader, hate as much as I do The greater ocean of self expression that washes into a noisy murmur, the internet echoing the street Who knows You've read this haven't you Maybe I'll get over my narcissism long enough to hear you too

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Feb 5, 2016

Feb 5, 2016 at 3:43 PM UTC

martin-rombach

Blur of Voices

There is a paradox of space for the individual in this sea of voices An amorphous body of metaphorical sound that we avoid and ignore with our sense of selfishness and superiority And yet we burn our civility to ashes for the sake of making sure that stranger knows we don't ******* agree with them Here in this valley of poets, what is trending and popular, what is held dear is similar explorations of pain and adversity Experiences of love, life, loss And as I try and to distinguish myself by expressing my own uniqueness I am a self indulgent hypocrit, who wants the same things as the idiots and disagreeables I try and hold myself superior to At least here, on this little page away from the flow of superfluous information I can speak to a void of similar voices, where more come to speak than to hear, forgive me for saying I am here to speak too I'm no better My voice may be different or distinct, I try to play with vocabulary and the conceptual But you probably do the same And art comes from pain so... In the end, I'm still a weak ***** who holds onto to old images of love Wishing the naked ****** friendships that took so long to build in the past will fall out of my phone when I wipe my thumb across it And hoping the efforts to create something basic and tangible, and the efforts to create an identity worthy of societal admiration Will deem me worthy to experience love again, part of me feels But I'm not deluded by that. I've given up looking for something that comes when you aren't looking The lost keys that turn up when you've looked everywhere and finally give up Instead I am driven by the craft that I want to define me And the satisfaction that the work gives me It makes me happy amongst this mess of information overload and malnourishment I experience socially By my own fault Probably As I let go of the catharsis of self expression now, petering out to a conclusion that has hopefully, a decent punch line I know that I probably won't be heard, will be skipped over for stories of bitter broken hearts or tangible stories of adversity defeated Skipped over in greater terms for the latest bag of shallow consumable ***** in the unhealthy social media world that I know you reader, hate as much as I do The greater ocean of self expression that washes into a noisy murmur, the internet echoing the street Who knows You've read this haven't you Maybe I'll get over my narcissism long enough to hear you too

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He has a job, he works out, He paints, he reads, Honesty is honestly all that he's about He's cut, he bleeds A writer, a fighter, Piano player and drummer He leaves a dark room, always a little brighter Tennis, soccer, yes, a runner He draws, he cooks, He provides thoughts of insight And yet, overlooked, dot dot dot He's a crook Judged by those who have blind sight Deceitful, lier, Hypocrit, controller Disrespectful womanizer One ****** up troller It's just an interesting lesson in general. Painting an accurate picture of societies funeral It shows the mindset, the perception The deception of proper conceptualization. The inability to use context plagues our nation. How morals are constructed by biased filters Right and wrong determined by Twitter, the ultimate thriller. It shows the true nature of society's situation But hey you know this already, happy graduation.

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May 17, 2016

May 17, 2016 at 1:16 PM UTC

Consciousness

Chapter 2016- "Graduates"

He has a job, he works out, He paints, he reads, Honesty is honestly all that he's about He's cut, he bleeds A writer, a fighter, Piano player and drummer He leaves a dark room, always a little brighter Tennis, soccer, yes, a runner He draws, he cooks, He provides thoughts of insight And yet, overlooked, dot dot dot He's a crook Judged by those who have blind sight Deceitful, lier, Hypocrit, controller Disrespectful womanizer One ****** up troller It's just an interesting lesson in general. Painting an accurate picture of societies funeral It shows the mindset, the perception The deception of proper conceptualization. The inability to use context plagues our nation. How morals are constructed by biased filters Right and wrong determined by Twitter, the ultimate thriller. It shows the true nature of society's situation But hey you know this already, happy graduation.

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Guess, who's free, free again Chris is free, lock up your women Dont need your crack, dont want your crack, you can keep your clap, You ******* *** I hope you spend christmas all alone Because your house is no longer my home For my brithday i was encarcerated 500 push up's for 60 days I've come to realize you were the source of all my pain The reason i tried to drowned all my sorrows in dope Well iv'e extinguished the flame, Im not the only one to blame Thanks for what we had, but i dont love you anymore For a critic your really such a hypocrit Im sick of it, your no longer worth it My life is not just some game you play to gain pleasur and inflict pain Your selfish, time was wasted, iv'e been rotting away in a cage with no freedom After all the secrets iv'e exposed, and all those lies you told How can you stand strong on the path you've chose

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May 29, 2014

May 29, 2014 at 9:17 PM UTC

christopher-lafleur

Woman

Guess, who's free, free again Chris is free, lock up your women Dont need your crack, dont want your crack, you can keep your clap, You ******* *** I hope you spend christmas all alone Because your house is no longer my home For my brithday i was encarcerated 500 push up's for 60 days I've come to realize you were the source of all my pain The reason i tried to drowned all my sorrows in dope Well iv'e extinguished the flame, Im not the only one to blame Thanks for what we had, but i dont love you anymore For a critic your really such a hypocrit Im sick of it, your no longer worth it My life is not just some game you play to gain pleasur and inflict pain Your selfish, time was wasted, iv'e been rotting away in a cage with no freedom After all the secrets iv'e exposed, and all those lies you told How can you stand strong on the path you've chose

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Be yourself, Through yourself; No other medium is quite as effective. Profound things just bleed through me, like I'm an open casket, and you're the sun. I am... I need... I want.... Analyze, Analyze, **** Looking, I found, Finding, I learned, Learning, I forgot, Forgetting, I loved, Loving, I remembered... From start to finish I will forever be a ****** mavrit, talkin' like I'm over-it, singin' like a hypocrit and thinkin' like a god. I remember the yellow that shaped me, the 70 sheets of paper that say, "READ ME." We all wish to be red.

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May 30, 2016

May 30, 2016 at 8:11 PM UTC

israel-baker

To Do or To Make

Be yourself, Through yourself; No other medium is quite as effective. Profound things just bleed through me, like I'm an open casket, and you're the sun. I am... I need... I want.... Analyze, Analyze, **** Looking, I found, Finding, I learned, Learning, I forgot, Forgetting, I loved, Loving, I remembered... From start to finish I will forever be a ****** mavrit, talkin' like I'm over-it, singin' like a hypocrit and thinkin' like a god. I remember the yellow that shaped me, the 70 sheets of paper that say, "READ ME." We all wish to be red.

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*Even though I dislike you. To be judgemental would just be hypocrit and contradicting. So I don't condemn you, my young brother. I should apologize, I should drop to my knees bow my head in front of you, in utter defeat. For I feel partly responsible, you started walking the same path as me. Wearing the same armor, shield, sword and unwavering willpower obtained through sheer loyalty. The White Knight gallops proudly on his Steed. And I discarded my weaponry. Dropped the shield that weighs oh so heavily. My silver sword turned to Red Gold stained with the pain of those I slayed Who at the time stood in my way. Even though they were beside me. Their ghosts and thoughts lingered behind me. Forever having my back and heart regardless of me stabbing theirs. That sword now rests proudly inside my heart and never more will it be stained in their blood. I'll carry it proudly for it is engraved with thoughts A testimony of their faith and love. Now those ghosts from the past are ressurected again. And for that I am truly blessed my friend.* *You're walking down the path and experience how the story unfolds. But I just finished writing the book. This Song of Life is stuck on repeat.*

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Sep 14, 2014

Sep 14, 2014 at 12:43 PM UTC

SirReal

Stuck on repeat.

*Even though I dislike you. To be judgemental would just be hypocrit and contradicting. So I don't condemn you, my young brother. I should apologize, I should drop to my knees bow my head in front of you, in utter defeat. For I feel partly responsible, you started walking the same path as me. Wearing the same armor, shield, sword and unwavering willpower obtained through sheer loyalty. The White Knight gallops proudly on his Steed. And I discarded my weaponry. Dropped the shield that weighs oh so heavily. My silver sword turned to Red Gold stained with the pain of those I slayed Who at the time stood in my way. Even though they were beside me. Their ghosts and thoughts lingered behind me. Forever having my back and heart regardless of me stabbing theirs. That sword now rests proudly inside my heart and never more will it be stained in their blood. I'll carry it proudly for it is engraved with thoughts A testimony of their faith and love. Now those ghosts from the past are ressurected again. And for that I am truly blessed my friend.* *You're walking down the path and experience how the story unfolds. But I just finished writing the book. This Song of Life is stuck on repeat.*

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Others say that I'm a hypocrit because I don't treat them the way they want to. Others say that I'm a hypocrit because I ignore them when they were my friends. Others say that I'm a hypocrit bcause I smile showing in their face that I am happy. Others say that I'm a hypocrit because I'm not with them anymore. But what if I treat them different because they dont care about me. If I discover that "them" are just fake friends, If I'm smiling but not feeling happiness, what if I stop being with them because I don't belong there anymore Maybe they are the hypocrits. Just maybe, because I don't know, and I'm no one to say who they are. But I now they are not my friends anymore. At least, not the real ones.

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May 14, 2014

May 14, 2014 at 2:15 AM UTC

hannah-grey

Others say

Others say that I'm a hypocrit because I don't treat them the way they want to. Others say that I'm a hypocrit because I ignore them when they were my friends. Others say that I'm a hypocrit bcause I smile showing in their face that I am happy. Others say that I'm a hypocrit because I'm not with them anymore. But what if I treat them different because they dont care about me. If I discover that "them" are just fake friends, If I'm smiling but not feeling happiness, what if I stop being with them because I don't belong there anymore Maybe they are the hypocrits. Just maybe, because I don't know, and I'm no one to say who they are. But I now they are not my friends anymore. At least, not the real ones.

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