"institutionalised" poems

The Rebel inside... Imprisoned by an institutionalised conscious Hear the Lion's roar inside, It's the Rebel's clamour Feel the prism of both... and break free from this prison of ghosts Be the Lion of course... Be the Rebel of Cause Be Rebellion (Rebel-lion)

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Jul 9, 2014

Jul 9, 2014 at 2:42 AM UTC

kabelo

Rebellion

The Rebel inside... Imprisoned by an institutionalised conscious Hear the Lion's roar inside, It's the Rebel's clamour Feel the prism of both... and break free from this prison of ghosts Be the Lion of course... Be the Rebel of Cause Be Rebellion (Rebel-lion)

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I am no expert, no expert at all But when I am compelled to write a poem the compulsion comes from a pure wish to distil a thought, to communicate, to ride language ******** across the open spaces of my brain But you would lasso me, corral me, shut the barn doors on me and the lowing, braying herd for some self appointed ***** to cast judgement So that the best possible outcome is that I step on the faces of others on my way to institutionalised, establishment-approved freedom Well, **** you and the horse you wish you could have ridden in on.

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May 31, 2012

May 31, 2012 at 4:22 PM UTC

alan-mcclure

Poetry Competition

I am no expert, no expert at all But when I am compelled to write a poem the compulsion comes from a pure wish to distil a thought, to communicate, to ride language ******** across the open spaces of my brain But you would lasso me, corral me, shut the barn doors on me and the lowing, braying herd for some self appointed ***** to cast judgement So that the best possible outcome is that I step on the faces of others on my way to institutionalised, establishment-approved freedom Well, **** you and the horse you wish you could have ridden in on.

25

I still deny the rules and social ties of citizen spies that i televise by shouting chanted anthems into the sky yet to comply with the codes of conduct i defy as you synthesize the number and size i am careful not to compromise the lost light within my eyes my cold gaze reflective of your demise and i scrutinize them until they realize they're being penalized for the lies until maggots monopolize your corpse through your cries until pulled away by the hissing of shadowed flies that fly into the lost light in my eyes until my pupils cauterize locking you inside institutionalised and i am imprisoned in a prism of realism as anti social collisions have me pulling my soul through verbal incisions seeping radioactive emissions from the legions of religions from the season of rhyme without reason failure to pay darkened tuitions is now treason as catastrophic cataclysms lock me away in my primal visions my verbal inflictions as though holy missions to infuse friction smashing through my divided contradictions and feeding my addictions good riddance

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Jul 5, 2012

Jul 5, 2012 at 10:45 PM UTC

Mikhael

Facade

I still deny the rules and social ties of citizen spies that i televise by shouting chanted anthems into the sky yet to comply with the codes of conduct i defy as you synthesize the number and size i am careful not to compromise the lost light within my eyes my cold gaze reflective of your demise and i scrutinize them until they realize they're being penalized for the lies until maggots monopolize your corpse through your cries until pulled away by the hissing of shadowed flies that fly into the lost light in my eyes until my pupils cauterize locking you inside institutionalised and i am imprisoned in a prism of realism as anti social collisions have me pulling my soul through verbal incisions seeping radioactive emissions from the legions of religions from the season of rhyme without reason failure to pay darkened tuitions is now treason as catastrophic cataclysms lock me away in my primal visions my verbal inflictions as though holy missions to infuse friction smashing through my divided contradictions and feeding my addictions good riddance

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I knew a girl in my school once who exchanged the water in her bottle for ***** to blur the sadness she felt inside, even if just for a moment. I knew a boy who I fell in love with but instead of falling in love back he fell into bad habits to fill his empty, dark mind with colourful patterns. I knew a girl who I became best friends with, she wrote horribly sad stories on her wrists because she couldn't afford pen or paper. I knew a man once so heavily institutionalised that he'd rather put himself on his own death row then face the cruel world. I knew a woman in my street, so lonely that she hugged a bottle of wine every night, temporarily comforting herself to sleep until the next morning. I knew a man, so distant you could see space in his eyes if you looked close enough. I know a girl. So within everyone that she can't see herself anymore. Blurred, empty, broke, trapped, lonely and distant she lays there, in her own thoughts, motionless, waiting for someone to know her.

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Sep 16, 2015

Sep 16, 2015 at 11:05 AM UTC

gorexbxby

Within

I knew a girl in my school once who exchanged the water in her bottle for ***** to blur the sadness she felt inside, even if just for a moment. I knew a boy who I fell in love with but instead of falling in love back he fell into bad habits to fill his empty, dark mind with colourful patterns. I knew a girl who I became best friends with, she wrote horribly sad stories on her wrists because she couldn't afford pen or paper. I knew a man once so heavily institutionalised that he'd rather put himself on his own death row then face the cruel world. I knew a woman in my street, so lonely that she hugged a bottle of wine every night, temporarily comforting herself to sleep until the next morning. I knew a man, so distant you could see space in his eyes if you looked close enough. I know a girl. So within everyone that she can't see herself anymore. Blurred, empty, broke, trapped, lonely and distant she lays there, in her own thoughts, motionless, waiting for someone to know her.

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Sick of having to compromise My morals and beliefs I’m sick of institutionalised Corruption and deceit Decisions, decisions; ‘it’s all fair’ you see But ‘fair’ isn’t fair, between you and me. No pain, no gain, earmarked again But what else do you expect? You’re a tiny fish in the shark’s domain There’s no such thing as respect. Word hard, lie harder, that’s the motto Be the best act around Tell them ‘there’s always tomorrow,’ ‘Opportunity abound’ Decisions, decisions; ‘it’s all fair’ you see But ‘fair’ is unfair, between you and me. No pain, no gain, earmarked again But what else do you expect? You’re a tiny fish in the shark’s domain There’s no such thing as respect. Bite your tongue and swallow your pride It’s all part of the game They say ‘your turn will come in time’ But how long can I wait? Delusions, Illusions; it’s not fair you see Enough is enough, if you ask me. No pain, no gain - walk out again ‘Cos what else do you expect? Just a tiny fish in a shark’s domain Life is too short for regrets. Copyright ©2016-2017 KF

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Dec 4, 2016

Dec 4, 2016 at 3:19 PM UTC

SabreLi

Enough Is Enough

Sick of having to compromise My morals and beliefs I’m sick of institutionalised Corruption and deceit Decisions, decisions; ‘it’s all fair’ you see But ‘fair’ isn’t fair, between you and me. No pain, no gain, earmarked again But what else do you expect? You’re a tiny fish in the shark’s domain There’s no such thing as respect. Word hard, lie harder, that’s the motto Be the best act around Tell them ‘there’s always tomorrow,’ ‘Opportunity abound’ Decisions, decisions; ‘it’s all fair’ you see But ‘fair’ is unfair, between you and me. No pain, no gain, earmarked again But what else do you expect? You’re a tiny fish in the shark’s domain There’s no such thing as respect. Bite your tongue and swallow your pride It’s all part of the game They say ‘your turn will come in time’ But how long can I wait? Delusions, Illusions; it’s not fair you see Enough is enough, if you ask me. No pain, no gain - walk out again ‘Cos what else do you expect? Just a tiny fish in a shark’s domain Life is too short for regrets. Copyright ©2016-2017 KF

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A victim of selective segregation A society of articulated differential synopsis Weaponising religiosity with extreme hypocrisy Aided by the water drinking ****** perfectionist Who bath their illusion with institutionalised pride They force the common man,to trade his superiority for their overpriced inferiority Until they were embedded in a caste of self pitying and planned rejection Just like a self updated software.. They were condemned by the same society,in which they worked so hard to satisfy They only had a scratch,but the hatred drive it to a wound They became rotten,spoilt to the outside world They were tagged unhealthy not acceptable in any form for human consumption Discarded and thrown away and left to rotten to death They were filled with hatred ,frustrated,and ***** by love Like a condemn prisoner who found himself in siberia for a minor case They were locked up in a depression gown So death became the only way,the only liberation from the eternal suffering The deluded hypocritical society celebrated that with a visible stunt And the cycle continues AYANFE suicide is never a solution,just a passage to eternal suffering

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Mar 20, 2017

Mar 20, 2017 at 7:40 PM UTC

salaudeen-hammed-oladimeji

A WASTED LIFE

A victim of selective segregation A society of articulated differential synopsis Weaponising religiosity with extreme hypocrisy Aided by the water drinking ****** perfectionist Who bath their illusion with institutionalised pride They force the common man,to trade his superiority for their overpriced inferiority Until they were embedded in a caste of self pitying and planned rejection Just like a self updated software.. They were condemned by the same society,in which they worked so hard to satisfy They only had a scratch,but the hatred drive it to a wound They became rotten,spoilt to the outside world They were tagged unhealthy not acceptable in any form for human consumption Discarded and thrown away and left to rotten to death They were filled with hatred ,frustrated,and ***** by love Like a condemn prisoner who found himself in siberia for a minor case They were locked up in a depression gown So death became the only way,the only liberation from the eternal suffering The deluded hypocritical society celebrated that with a visible stunt And the cycle continues AYANFE suicide is never a solution,just a passage to eternal suffering

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There's a quiet tick tick Tick tock There's a quiet sound of cars in the distance The air is warm but there's a slight breeze through the window that is refreshingly cooling I can feel it on my thigh I've got one eye closed as I squint at my phone and write this poem Is it a poem? What is a poem? I feel like a fake A plastic poet Making it up as he goes along Wanting to write a good poem instead of just writing ... Anything What's happening now? I tried to write a poem about my Dad being a conservative, about coming from a farming family, and about doing things rather than talking about them. I just rolled over on my couch I don't always think about what I'm doing I like to think I'm doing something Sometimes I'm just trying to do the right thing Sometimes I'm just trying to be seen to do the right thing Sometimes I just want to indulge myself in the profits of my labour Money I'm skint I'm not skint I could be skint if things go a certain way in the near future I'm scared of being skint But I don't want to go back to doing the things that I was doing I don't want to be dragged down again ****** in again Institutionalised I don't want to trust people and then get ******* over I want to be free To make my own decisions And walk away if I don't like it I wonder if Adele will call I like Adele She reminded me of my good points again After Paula Letting go It scares me a bit to think whether I actually would have killed myself back then No matter now - it seems so long ago When I needed someone to make me feel good It's inly been about six months It's not long I've changed a lot I hope that it's for the best At least I don't cry every day I'm without my kids now At least Adele is my friend Do I wish she was my girlfriend? Or do I just like being respected and liked? I like being liked I think that's why I write It's probably why I'm setting up my charity It's definitely why I post what I'm doing on Facebook I'm tired now This poem is getting too long for the 3 mins Is it a poem? God knows I need to sleep *** Tick Tock Buzzzzzzzz...zzz..

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Jul 22, 2016

Jul 22, 2016 at 5:24 PM UTC

matthew-james

Tired mindfulness

There's a quiet tick tick Tick tock There's a quiet sound of cars in the distance The air is warm but there's a slight breeze through the window that is refreshingly cooling I can feel it on my thigh I've got one eye closed as I squint at my phone and write this poem Is it a poem? What is a poem? I feel like a fake A plastic poet Making it up as he goes along Wanting to write a good poem instead of just writing ... Anything What's happening now? I tried to write a poem about my Dad being a conservative, about coming from a farming family, and about doing things rather than talking about them. I just rolled over on my couch I don't always think about what I'm doing I like to think I'm doing something Sometimes I'm just trying to do the right thing Sometimes I'm just trying to be seen to do the right thing Sometimes I just want to indulge myself in the profits of my labour Money I'm skint I'm not skint I could be skint if things go a certain way in the near future I'm scared of being skint But I don't want to go back to doing the things that I was doing I don't want to be dragged down again ****** in again Institutionalised I don't want to trust people and then get ******* over I want to be free To make my own decisions And walk away if I don't like it I wonder if Adele will call I like Adele She reminded me of my good points again After Paula Letting go It scares me a bit to think whether I actually would have killed myself back then No matter now - it seems so long ago When I needed someone to make me feel good It's inly been about six months It's not long I've changed a lot I hope that it's for the best At least I don't cry every day I'm without my kids now At least Adele is my friend Do I wish she was my girlfriend? Or do I just like being respected and liked? I like being liked I think that's why I write It's probably why I'm setting up my charity It's definitely why I post what I'm doing on Facebook I'm tired now This poem is getting too long for the 3 mins Is it a poem? God knows I need to sleep *** Tick Tock Buzzzzzzzz...zzz..

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Did it hurt when you died or did you not notice Only, we missed the countdown and so we fell out of sync The beginning was a false start Chattel hurriedly march onward to their demise Maniacal laughter from the radio chatter and the afterthought master, pulled strings faster Cloning programs in the desert Phone record credit (your birth certificate is just a receipt) This year, the year of somebodies lord many facts come forward many facets of the reward scheme of institutionalised regimes Your terrorist masters in the government houses mastermind crises or create all these lifeless.. Sing it two times for the slaves in the system and their families that miss them The Queen's Christmas manifesto Ghost written in a conference in Austria This is your controlled system But you'll try not to listen Unless there's a fire beat, something to make you move your feet Unholy march of the lonely, Masquerade of the only... ...and when the end finally rears, when the years stop, drop pop and lock We'll be dancing and the lights will be dimmed

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Jan 22, 2016

Jan 22, 2016 at 3:05 PM UTC

reece

In the House of Castries

Did it hurt when you died or did you not notice Only, we missed the countdown and so we fell out of sync The beginning was a false start Chattel hurriedly march onward to their demise Maniacal laughter from the radio chatter and the afterthought master, pulled strings faster Cloning programs in the desert Phone record credit (your birth certificate is just a receipt) This year, the year of somebodies lord many facts come forward many facets of the reward scheme of institutionalised regimes Your terrorist masters in the government houses mastermind crises or create all these lifeless.. Sing it two times for the slaves in the system and their families that miss them The Queen's Christmas manifesto Ghost written in a conference in Austria This is your controlled system But you'll try not to listen Unless there's a fire beat, something to make you move your feet Unholy march of the lonely, Masquerade of the only... ...and when the end finally rears, when the years stop, drop pop and lock We'll be dancing and the lights will be dimmed

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I have prided myself on my piece of mind sure in my head that my thoughts were mine but brought up in a prison with the walls ill-defined didnt need to be in jail to be institutionalised

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May 31, 2016

May 31, 2016 at 10:12 PM UTC

joey-jo-jo-jnr-shabadoo

no peace (the fall)

I have prided myself on my piece of mind sure in my head that my thoughts were mine but brought up in a prison with the walls ill-defined didnt need to be in jail to be institutionalised

8

maybe the institution of marriage institutionalised is the bedrock of the family of Humankind

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May 28, 2014

May 28, 2014 at 3:30 PM UTC

nivek

Humankind

maybe the institution of marriage institutionalised is the bedrock of the family of Humankind

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not enough casual bites to take up a body for institutionalised continuance and rear children and whatever you think that means about youth's joy of touching more than just steering wheels and hammers and photographs and joysticks.

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Mar 6, 2016

Mar 6, 2016 at 9:07 AM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

teenage dream

not enough casual bites to take up a body for institutionalised continuance and rear children and whatever you think that means about youth's joy of touching more than just steering wheels and hammers and photographs and joysticks.

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