"inwhich" poems
is privacy a right or a privalege?
is it something to anticipate, is it something you expect your fellow people to respect?
is it something you thought your government respected?
is privacy something you are willing to rid yourself of?
is privacy something you feel should be handed to you, not earned?
or is privacy, in your eyes, something that a 'civilized society" deserves?
is it something you deserve no matter what your charecter?
shouldyou be able to have it, without people thinking your keeping secerets?
but what happens once you abuse your privacy?
can you earn it back or will it always be something all to far away?
if you abuse your privacy, do you change your views upon whether it should be handed to you or whether it should be earned?
do you trust yourself with privacy?
do you trust anyone with privacy but, what if, in privacy is when the real you shines?
then is privacy all you are made of and without it you would be nothign at all but a human carcous inwhich talks?
at which all you are becomes you within privacy, your views will change or will they not?
privacy is a right, but it is a right abused and overlooked more than it being used appropriately. like most things in this here country.
Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 8:01 PM UTC
One may be fun
but several can be even better.
She's got that certin something.
But dam if her sister doesnt look good in that sweater.
Had this problem since I was like five.
Two might be tricky.
But ******* off ten your lucky to be alive.
Im not a man whore just gotta alot of love to share.
A tiger does fear text.
And Nine irons okay and left behind underwear.
I think theres a problem when your black book
reads longer than gone with the wind.
I swear honey there's nothing going on.
She's just a really hot shoulder inwhich I can depend.
Saying goodbye never has been much fun.
Bullet proof vest taser peper spray no it"s
not a riot
Just taking caution probaly be easier breaking up with only
one.
Hey if it works for hugh's old wrinkled *** then
why not me.
But at this pace I'll be lucky to make it past
thirty three.
I think theres a problem but that's okay.
Cause if I get the boot.
I got some friends with benfits house's
inwhich I can stay.
Im not bad just a lotta fun.
Cardio is key.
When she pulls out the meat clever
dont play stupid just run.
And if I seem terrible keep in mind
it takes two to tango.
For what is the banna without the mango.
I think theres problem that I really dont
wanna fix my dear.
Im a bit of a effection ******
***** the cold shower how bout a warm bed and
a beer?
Call me terrible cause hell even I know
I'm not right.
We should take this slow.
So how bout we discuss this in a hot tub tommorow night.
And if I did offend with these word I've spoken.
Then please pull the twig out your backside.
Grab a drink have some fun cause was only jokin.
Feb 8, 2010
Feb 8, 2010 at 6:22 AM UTC
you expect me to care what you do,what you say, what you think,
why?
because you are so use to being judged, because you are so use to being told that that's wrong, not right for you to say, for you to think that,
you expect me to me botherd by your threats,
why?
because you are so use to being scared yourself, because you are so use to not being you out of simple cowardicity, because you are so use to feeding off thoose of the weak you expect us to back down,
you expect me to scream back in your face,
why?
because so many do that regularly, because you want me to sinnk to your level, because you simply want someone to relate to, someone to be in the same boat as you,
you expect me to rrun away,
why?
because you think you don't deserve what every human does, because you think that if you get help, that if i wanted to help, that you would let me down, because that is what you have been trained to do your entire life, let people down, because you have said no so many times wishing someone would say i know you want to say yes, because you yourself have ran away,
you expect me to stop, and look, and ask what's wrong?
why?
because you think you deserve help, because you think you are lower than i, because you think that i should simply pity you because you are the way you are, because you are in the circumstances you think you are in, because you assume i am a good person,
you expect me to do the right thing,to not betray you,
why?
because you have been cradeld, because you are so naieve, because you have been taught that people in my position ofpower are all good, are to be trusted, are to be romodels to look up to, because you simply want to be right,
you expect me to be loyal, to not lie, to want to be responsible,
why?
because that is what you have been taught is morally correct, because that is what you have been taught is what you must be to go far in life,
you think you are ugly, disgusting,
why?
because you have been told that you are ugly, because you have beentold that people who say you are oretty are lying, because you have been trained, forced, to believe that this is what' s beautiful, that this is whats ugly,
you expect people to care, people to be "good", people to betray you, you expect people to think your ugly, you expect people to say no, to say yes, you expect people to want to strive for better, you expect to be or not to be disapointed,
why?
because your brain was set that opne thing is ight one thing is worng, that you must reach standards to be "good" or to be "bad, because that is wat you have only ever known, because human's are human's. and we are our future death, and we are what will **** this earth, and we are what kills each other, and we are what makes each other happy, and whether we think we are good or bad, whether we need this or thtt it is ecause of society's standards, because of society's rules inwhich "must be obeyed" but what if the true fun part of life is breaking thoose rules, crushing thoose standards, an recreating something that isn't what we have known always.
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 4:49 PM UTC
Traces of day in sunsets past.
Life's destroy the painting once bright
has faded at last.
She clings to a illusion for it's better than nothing she's known
so very well.
Sweetest are the confessions in the shadows we do tell.
Forward in movement still somewhere im left behind.
Goodbye in thought the highway calls yet the chapter is
far from done.
Summers of reflection love as a child when gentle was thought
endless was the innocent fun.
Im not the man that should see the finish happy fairy tails
bleed my dreams.
Glimmers of greatness burn fast in failure it seems.
Broken souls cast south tonight we share moment
I have to erase.
Confide in the emptyness collected hopes in a distant angels face.
Fools are many but a loser's path is best walked alone.
A empty court vacant is the kingdom inwhich I hold the throne.
Lesser the man who's never known the start.
Gone are my words.
As I speak empty mind from a jaded heart.
Dec 24, 2010
Dec 24, 2010 at 4:04 AM UTC
Life and cigarettes burn to fast.
We waste are time.
So within the moment you bask.
A pretty face has to age.
Every story meets it's final page.
When life breaks you over its cost.
Then you'll sing a lullaby to the lost.
The lights in the street hide all but the truth my
dear.
You can act.
But you can never mask your fear.
In dark rooms you sell all but your soul.
A wicked moment a stolen encounter.
All things take there toll.
That sweet face has tuirned hard your so warm
to be cold.
A secret that the bitter have already told.
Can you wash away there stench as from
the past you are tossed.
In dark corners blood stained angles
sing a lullaby to the lost.
Is this hell or a nightmare that knows no end.
A cell to most.
To others the only refuge inwhich they
can depend.
she falls to the floor a lost look needle
in arm.
Most will rememeber a doomed fool.
Others her wreckless charm.
She was a junkie and a easy lay.
More bones are broken.
Over words others say.
She sold flesh but payed the ultimate
cost.
In a dingy corner of th world.
Were the angles sing a lullaby to the lost.
Nov 19, 2009
Nov 19, 2009 at 12:10 PM UTC
In the bottom do you often crave to cling
to the cliff only to temp its edge?
We change for season bask in regret.
Every dose dangles crumbles the thoughts vanishing ledge.
Chaos is home storm my welcome call home.
The sands now painted red.
Thoughts remain no matter the shore inwhich I roam.
Fight of change struggle as of life.
***** are the waters.
Dull as lies the mind set towards change sharp
as the knife.
The streets smell of battle with a tinge of insanity's reason.
The fools gaurd stands tall.
Stand strong without doubt within the killing season.
On thoose sand's, The innocent bleed and the selfish
ignorance of hatred always demands.
A face of many will overshadow the lies of one.
Bullets and bricks crush the same none of which
can cut to the truth as thoose fired from the minds gun.
More than a revolution of angry shouts raised in hand.
Time has become history.
My thoughts bleed now somewhere apon the sands.
Feb 5, 2011
Feb 5, 2011 at 3:42 AM UTC
Down by the water
Ive been here so many times broken hearts and many old wounds that never heal.
It's so hard to admit when you hate the person you are.
When catch that dream to relize its a nightmare by design.
Why cant I just break through it why cant I just get past the demons of dessire and cleanse
myself of the sin inwhich I seem to thrive?
Honestly suicide looks better by the second.
Im losing it yet still i linger like some sad prize fighter who's
taken one to many a blow.
I yern to destroy who ive become only to find who I could actully be.
Im a man who cant seem to think past vice.
A wornout joker who's fallen this time for good.
**** this nightmare please help ive lost befor I even began.
Burn the memory till it scars my thought **** please stop this !
Im losing yet ive grown to jaded to care.
Oct 15, 2011
Oct 15, 2011 at 2:50 PM UTC
some can say hope is beutiful maybe it is in times of when hope is your last reason for taking that last breath, or of not jumping off that bridge,
maybe it is in thoose circumstances,
but when you you hope for oh so long,
hope becomes nothing but you believeing in some pathetic idea,
and maybe when you tell someone this pathetic idea they say
" that's so normal though! how can you hope for that?"
that's when you know you arn't right anymore. That somethings wrong with you.
when relizing that hope for you is something the average person thinks is normal, something the avergae person feels every day.
expierences everyday.
when you relize hope, is truly some pathetic overused idea of your.
Your hope has turned into something disgusting,
when you hope for a true smile, one that you don't have to fake ,
a true laugh just once,
that is what hope does to some people. ey are at the end of their to short rope and they hope.
but you can only hope for so long.
and after you are done hoping what is left?
faking everyday for the rest of your life to fulfil someone elses idea's expectations for you?
inwhich at this point death becomes so exotic and wonderful.
and after you first think that thought, of death being the true answer,
you don't care anymore or you just start caring about EVERYTHING and every point off of a one hundred kills you,
when every inisult from him starts tearing at your flesh,
when evert thought of yours isn't "good" starts to ich ever so much more, when every glance that isn't a good one makes you feel o so ******
death really does become your most faverable topic then, and people wonder why you are the way you are.
stop wondering and simply look at their ****** expressions,
simply listen to what they say,
simply try for them.
Dec 22, 2012
Dec 22, 2012 at 7:45 PM UTC
She looked to me as child to understanding teacher.
I needed not to speak just the nod spoke all that was needed to say.
The razor met tender flesh as her eye's spoke the true plessure of the sting.
The crimsom trail traced her arm leaving bliss and regret washed clean.
She carved the words so gracfully into her arm her pain gave the passion
to my wicked fire.
She yerned to please and I to embrace the darkness that I pulled from her light.
Such a stupid creature can they not understand there is no true understanding.
Campassion is a tide of emotional ***** left in a gutter of despair.
Teenage agony did he hurt you to bury your tears in tormented scar and
faded composition book.
The sheep was struck by the snake and found shellter in arm's of the wolf.
Deeepr my dear I comanded erase the memory my smile hidden
cast a shadow over my evil cloud of soul.
Deeper bleed the pain in a moments fatal embrace.
Her eye's met with tears and faded slowley as the **** was sliced how sweet
death a beauty I do adore.
The word cast a scar and a final statement inwhich I did and will never embrace again.
Love cast a crimson pool canndle lit chaos she died a angel in demons splendor.
As I stood above her viewing the art of her demise.
I read the word carved so deeply in her flesh.
And after the release of a fire to nothing i had to reflect.
Kissing thoose lifeless lips my smile embraced light.
My stupid sweet girl when will you learn.
Love sometimes is so very lethal as well as messy.
Oct 11, 2011
Oct 11, 2011 at 1:53 PM UTC
sitting here in my field.
waiting,
watching,
the bugs crawl by.
they scream a harsh laugh my way,
out of my mind i laugh back,
at myself.
again.
because of how stupid i was to believe it all.
the love,
lies,
everything.
the joke,
no reason why you shouldve kept it going but to tell me in an adult manner,
not this.
this way.
this hurt,
is un-worthy.
it should be stronger,
so i dont fall for it again.
sitting here in my field.
with those flowers.
in that gorgeous manner.
proper,
inwhich you are not.
yet neither am i.
telling me all the things i did wrong,
will teach me,
it hurts.
but helps.
in some manner...again,
yet i still day dream
sitting here in this field.
thinking of everything...
you.
it.
her.
their jokes.
their lies as well as yours.
and my own pathetic needs/wants/beliefs/happenings.
Apr 3, 2010
Apr 3, 2010 at 1:57 PM UTC
Deception breaths in snakes whom slither as they thrive .
My razor of my thoughts cuts deep yet there is no malice in truth.
Simply the words that bare existance for others to reject .
A slap to the face is harsh no matter your gender i hold no mercy as i ask for none in return.
Respect given to all but i am no stone unwhich to be stepped upon.
The path you care not to travle is best left alone for it will find you just the same .
No battle is foolish just the cause inwhich it stands.
The jaws can **** as easily as embrace tread softly when dealing with these.
It lays silent never dead.
So easily awoken the rage of a demon .thrives in the chaos it all exists within.
Be careful of strangers often disguised as friends.
We only know are true sides within the depths of darkness.
Climbing from the pit many will try to claw there way past to suit there egos lust.
Never allow the weak to poison your hearts well.
In the depths is were we find the stranger that is are own reflection.
Never play with that which you do not understand.
Allow the monsters there isolation.
And all will be as you can never truly understand.
We can never unsee the hells we unlock.
And so be the stars .
Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 3:35 PM UTC
In tombs I gather secrets in shadow I explain.
The torment creeps slow the agony dies with my reason.
Outside the winter's cover is a mask of frozen earth.
Hidden below it's surface lie corpses of all I dare not
betray.
Towards emptyness I gather solice in
pain inwhich I find comfort.
Screams from the cellar call's of a return to sanity
I've long since shut out.
We exist on level's mine is the one from which
there is no return.
In the snow many tracks cross tread far from mine.
Jan 18, 2011
Jan 18, 2011 at 3:04 AM UTC
Some say the the end is near
inwhich so,they live in fear
others repeat repent of your sins
while others just dont give in
I in which, do believe
but care not so to let it trap me
from living my life day to day
Whenever it ends I will be okay
because I am not frightened, I am not presured
I have seized the day and will live my happily ever after
Dec 24, 2011
Dec 24, 2011 at 2:44 PM UTC
Words spoken
Through the gliding motion of a tongue ,
across the floor of a mouth
Past the realm of physicality
and mentality,
Lies invisible strings
sprouting to bind with flesh.
Without the equal support
From both collector and giver
The weight will be unbearable
The subtracted duty of aid
inwhich had once balaced
half a side;
The remaining will fall
Along will the strings
entwined with flesh,
of a once whole gift.
© J-d S. J
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 2:12 PM UTC
There was no casket to be set into the earth.
Only memories were to be burried washed clean
by the bottles embrace.
Strangers do we part a vist to a familar cold place
by the oceans shore.
Words spoken never hurt when you understand
human nature.
The dark inwhich I only know.
A dark river flowing unto the sea.
Its broken current flow's with no true direction.
As children we start fresh only to loose the spark.
Dancing under a shroud of tenderness apon lifes
harsh stage.
Bitter souls reflect anger lost only tears of regret.
Me i just cast demons down in some twisted hope
I just might forget.
Sometimes you gotta realize when you crash through that glass
celling you only got to look forward to the floor.
The bottle now empty I cast into the dark waters
eternal bed.
Along with a memory I'll pretend to erase.
Distanse is only a thought away.
The road echos my lifes song.
Underground burried so deadly the truth
just as sweet as the lie.
Barbwire and daydreams plague my soul.
Like the bottle that sit's within the depths
of a water cast tomb.
I know strangers as friends.
Night as backdrop.
Farewell seems fitting as hello.
When the river has run dry
To whom will you go?
Jul 1, 2010
Jul 1, 2010 at 4:56 PM UTC
My father worked the plant as
his father befor.
We worked until are hands bled and
are backs were sore.
History we made and many fine men spent there lives
in this very place.
Founded the union.
we are the backbone not a copperate
face.
Didnt bat a eye just said goodbye
catching the first outta town bus.
They saved there over payed *****
but what about us.
The working class people who gave there
sweat and tears.
A town inwhich the factory was built.
Old and young share bitter reflections over
stories passed down through the years.
More than jobs left with the closing
of the factorys doors.
Pain echos from broken souls.
it comes into are very essense seeps into the floors.
Years of memories gone without a
fuss.
They crunch numbers but were people.
You saved a billion but a whole town
ask's what about us?
Dec 29, 2009
Dec 29, 2009 at 8:53 AM UTC
dear noah,
i do not understand you, nor do i comprehend you
i do not understand why you are smileing, nor do i understand why you are crying,
i do not understand what i have done to you,
i do not understand why you despise me so,
i do not understand why i seek your approval,
i do not understand what thoose things called words are coming out of your mouth, i do not understand why they cut me so deep with such venom?
is it because i cannot fix you?
is it because there may be nothing to fix and you simply truly are oh so very you?
i do not understand why you do not understand me,
is it because i do not let you see all of what i wanted you to know?
is it because i built that wall too high?
or do you understand and simply dont want to?
oh boy, you are my light that nearly suffocated itself within the dark,
you are my tears that are to strong, to cowardly to fall down my face,
you are my smile, that see's, hear's, no critisizeme,
you are the thing that makes me want to think,
want to care,
you are the thing inwhich i love.
you are what defines what i want, and because of that i will never have you.
because oh boy, it isn't because we are in two seperate worlds,
it isn't because we are so different,
it isn't because i cannot tell you what i have been screaming at you forever,
oh boy, could it be because you are what would give me happiness?
could it be because a single day without you drives me nuts?
could it be because we are both cowards, hiding behind smiles and yeah no problem's?
could it be because you cannot leave your sacred playground, while i create my own, while i make what i want, and do what i want in it?
could it be because you are still obeying thoose flimsy rules, because you want to obey thoose rules?
could it be because we both are trying to hard to live up to expectations?
could it be because we both are so **** close to what will **** us?
love,
me.
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 4:21 PM UTC
In our day and era it isnt about race anymore! More along the lines of Those who believe N a higher power or those who do not..or Cannot see the vision inwhich we all are barried beneath our own regrets & self Glory.Foolish pride detrimental to our future judgement...May God forgive those who question, not sure wat to believe lead by multiple sources & similar religions...
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 5:37 AM UTC