"judger" poems - Hello Poetry

Mr. ******* Mr. Oh here comes another pretentious cry for attention I know self-deprecation babydoll like you know his bedroom ceiling Mr. International jetted out from UK to the land of the silent heroes where the grass isn’t green enough and everybody was seemingly either addicted to donuts, bacon, and cheese or 5K’s, yoga, and weights they don’t sell **** by the ten pack either Mr. Liar Liar pants on fire masochistic almost autistic Mr. High or Drunk Caffeinated thrift shop hipster loves the girls until he has them scrooge McDuck I do believe misanthrope is the word but always first to crack the whip of jokes in bad taste if he were homeless he’d hang a sign around his neck it would read: Will somebody, for the love of God, please Validate me!?! Mr. Rational thought secretly praying in the back room Mr. Intellectual Dropout don’t judge me judger Mr. I’m brave for doing this Jesus I am terrified Mr. I could be great if I could just find a ******* desk chair comfy enough

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Feb 16, 2014

Feb 16, 2014 at 4:09 PM UTC

harry-j-baxter

Mr. Self-Aware

Mr. ******* Mr. Oh here comes another pretentious cry for attention I know self-deprecation babydoll like you know his bedroom ceiling Mr. International jetted out from UK to the land of the silent heroes where the grass isn’t green enough and everybody was seemingly either addicted to donuts, bacon, and cheese or 5K’s, yoga, and weights they don’t sell **** by the ten pack either Mr. Liar Liar pants on fire masochistic almost autistic Mr. High or Drunk Caffeinated thrift shop hipster loves the girls until he has them scrooge McDuck I do believe misanthrope is the word but always first to crack the whip of jokes in bad taste if he were homeless he’d hang a sign around his neck it would read: Will somebody, for the love of God, please Validate me!?! Mr. Rational thought secretly praying in the back room Mr. Intellectual Dropout don’t judge me judger Mr. I’m brave for doing this Jesus I am terrified Mr. I could be great if I could just find a ******* desk chair comfy enough

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though it's not. but i am too lazy to say anything more 'cause i don't want to be judged as a judger and my mind is so chaotic; i feel like tripping on my words and the conversation's gonna get longer and longer and i'll say another bunch of comments then you'll reply as if you're listening but then counter my argument like you've never heard it until i got tired and agreed to what you say so "i think it's fine."

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Mar 23, 2020

Mar 23, 2020 at 9:10 AM UTC

Seventh-Heaven

"I think it's fine."

though it's not. but i am too lazy to say anything more 'cause i don't want to be judged as a judger and my mind is so chaotic; i feel like tripping on my words and the conversation's gonna get longer and longer and i'll say another bunch of comments then you'll reply as if you're listening but then counter my argument like you've never heard it until i got tired and agreed to what you say so "i think it's fine."

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I'm here not there and it breaks my heart I hear new stories everyday And I wish I was there I left so many friends behind Ones that stayed in touch Others that stopped responding How did we go from talking every day To never speaking again? I would ask you how you're doing. Good. That's all I got. It's all I get. Friends I'm worried about That don't respond And I can't ask others about them. Because I was their confidant. I was the one you could tell anything. I regret the one time I was stupid. The one time I didn't know I didn't know what to say How to handle your words. I still love her. I love everyone. But I said the harsh ones too soon. The understanding ones too late. Instead of being the confidant I was the judger. I wouldn't blame her if she stopped trusting me. Whenever I think of what I said. I regret it a hundred times over. No matter how sorry I was. You can't take back words. Once they are out they are free. I can't just erase them. I'm not a judgmental person. Maybe I once was. A long time ago. And maybe when I'm shocked I revert back to my old self. Maybe that's why I said those things I said Maybe that's why I couldn't look at you Not because I didn't like you Not because I didn't love or trust you Because I didn't know what else to do And when you get scared When you have anxiety like I do You go back to being the old you.

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Mar 13, 2017

Mar 13, 2017 at 10:01 PM UTC

birddonuts

I hate not being there

I'm here not there and it breaks my heart I hear new stories everyday And I wish I was there I left so many friends behind Ones that stayed in touch Others that stopped responding How did we go from talking every day To never speaking again? I would ask you how you're doing. Good. That's all I got. It's all I get. Friends I'm worried about That don't respond And I can't ask others about them. Because I was their confidant. I was the one you could tell anything. I regret the one time I was stupid. The one time I didn't know I didn't know what to say How to handle your words. I still love her. I love everyone. But I said the harsh ones too soon. The understanding ones too late. Instead of being the confidant I was the judger. I wouldn't blame her if she stopped trusting me. Whenever I think of what I said. I regret it a hundred times over. No matter how sorry I was. You can't take back words. Once they are out they are free. I can't just erase them. I'm not a judgmental person. Maybe I once was. A long time ago. And maybe when I'm shocked I revert back to my old self. Maybe that's why I said those things I said Maybe that's why I couldn't look at you Not because I didn't like you Not because I didn't love or trust you Because I didn't know what else to do And when you get scared When you have anxiety like I do You go back to being the old you.

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Stella said," Momma, I want a jump castle for my friends at my birthday, and daddy." But daddy won't be there "Momma, I hate court. That judger is a meanie weanie." I know baby, shhh "Can I have a jump castle?" You'll have your castle, now hush Stella sais," Momma, why don't daddy like me?" He does baby "Why won't he look at me?" I don't know, princess, daddy is sick "He needs a doctor and a sucker and a shot." Yes baby, shush She said,"Momma, why did daddy hurt you, like the tangles hurt my hairs?" I don't know baby

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Mar 16, 2017

Mar 16, 2017 at 10:53 PM UTC

amanda-gidgette-byers

Stella Said....

Stella said," Momma, I want a jump castle for my friends at my birthday, and daddy." But daddy won't be there "Momma, I hate court. That judger is a meanie weanie." I know baby, shhh "Can I have a jump castle?" You'll have your castle, now hush Stella sais," Momma, why don't daddy like me?" He does baby "Why won't he look at me?" I don't know, princess, daddy is sick "He needs a doctor and a sucker and a shot." Yes baby, shush She said,"Momma, why did daddy hurt you, like the tangles hurt my hairs?" I don't know baby

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Killing each other by expectations. Or suffocating each other by imprresing? Hands down to those who lived with this mad world full of judging.

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Sep 12, 2017

Sep 12, 2017 at 12:17 AM UTC

A_ra24

Judger.

Killing each other by expectations. Or suffocating each other by imprresing? Hands down to those who lived with this mad world full of judging.

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I open my eyes to a whole new world I open my senses to all new things For today is the day of my birth The day I become part of this Earth Time flew by fast Day by Day I tried to make my way A Naive child I was School years hasten as I hit Elementary Always picked last on the team Picked last for almost everything Picked last for the friends Picked last, it never ends For no one wanted a Naive child like me I dare say that everyone was on my side After all, deep down I knew I was wrong Middle school was no easier than the previous years Seeing I no longer could be Naive Nobody wanted to be acquaintances with the likes of me. A Naive child such as me has learned to mature and face reality For no thought in my head of what was wrong with me What reason did they have to despise only I? For myself attained only a few friends In which I lost and gained through those privileged years High school came around Those details require no story For Highschool was just the same as they have also left me confused. A Naive Child like me, confused . Time passed My Life hastened I met lovers and non lovers Liars and Truthers For what did a Naive child like me have give If you may ask Yes there were those whom loved me And never left my eyes Childhood friends And A Lover by my side Those childhood years taught me that in this world There wouldn't be enough room for a Naive Child, like me I laugh and push through the crowd For as I know, there was never enough room for Judger's like them The day has come For this is my end this story must close I rest on my deathbed In this world I've loved since Birth For today is the day of my death The day I leave my role on this Earth

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Mar 17, 2014

Mar 17, 2014 at 6:09 PM UTC

SpringPetal

Naive Child

I open my eyes to a whole new world I open my senses to all new things For today is the day of my birth The day I become part of this Earth Time flew by fast Day by Day I tried to make my way A Naive child I was School years hasten as I hit Elementary Always picked last on the team Picked last for almost everything Picked last for the friends Picked last, it never ends For no one wanted a Naive child like me I dare say that everyone was on my side After all, deep down I knew I was wrong Middle school was no easier than the previous years Seeing I no longer could be Naive Nobody wanted to be acquaintances with the likes of me. A Naive child such as me has learned to mature and face reality For no thought in my head of what was wrong with me What reason did they have to despise only I? For myself attained only a few friends In which I lost and gained through those privileged years High school came around Those details require no story For Highschool was just the same as they have also left me confused. A Naive Child like me, confused . Time passed My Life hastened I met lovers and non lovers Liars and Truthers For what did a Naive child like me have give If you may ask Yes there were those whom loved me And never left my eyes Childhood friends And A Lover by my side Those childhood years taught me that in this world There wouldn't be enough room for a Naive Child, like me I laugh and push through the crowd For as I know, there was never enough room for Judger's like them The day has come For this is my end this story must close I rest on my deathbed In this world I've loved since Birth For today is the day of my death The day I leave my role on this Earth

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Breathe in, breathe out. For there's no one around. Run faster they say, but it's never fast enough. Living day to day, yet it feels I'm in a rush. I pick one foot up, though there's always one on the ground. Don't look weak act tough, for what you don't have you must scrounge. Breathe in, breath out. They're watching you now. Find somewhere quiet, and stay far from the noise. Internal riots, wounded up like a toy. Finally I'm alone, wind chimes in the distance. No need to condone, reject all assistance. Breathe in, breathe out. The purest of sounds. Footsteps grow nearer, they begin to match my own. I am the judger, for what you reap has been sewn.

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Jul 24, 2012

Jul 24, 2012 at 7:09 PM UTC

al-m-rakun

For I am The Judger

Breathe in, breathe out. For there's no one around. Run faster they say, but it's never fast enough. Living day to day, yet it feels I'm in a rush. I pick one foot up, though there's always one on the ground. Don't look weak act tough, for what you don't have you must scrounge. Breathe in, breath out. They're watching you now. Find somewhere quiet, and stay far from the noise. Internal riots, wounded up like a toy. Finally I'm alone, wind chimes in the distance. No need to condone, reject all assistance. Breathe in, breathe out. The purest of sounds. Footsteps grow nearer, they begin to match my own. I am the judger, for what you reap has been sewn.

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I don't like to be lonely I like to be alone. I'm not conservative I'm a romantic! Not antisocial But PRO self exploration PRO reading and writing! I'm not boring I'm simple I'm not smart I try hard I'm not a judger I'm a feeler. I'm not insecure Whatever you think I am, I'm not. I love life just the same as the extroverted.

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Apr 4, 2015

Apr 4, 2015 at 1:14 AM UTC

VGC

I'm not

I don't like to be lonely I like to be alone. I'm not conservative I'm a romantic! Not antisocial But PRO self exploration PRO reading and writing! I'm not boring I'm simple I'm not smart I try hard I'm not a judger I'm a feeler. I'm not insecure Whatever you think I am, I'm not. I love life just the same as the extroverted.

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Liquidators come in all shapes and sizes, As vizors cover the cloud glittered lowlys!! Layrinxed fads go out slowly and painfully as the new drives on in, as sin tends to win!!! Your feet tramples docile demons down!!!!!! Destine me, destine me oh lawless judger!!!destine me to where you shall not be!!!!!

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May 13, 2015

May 13, 2015 at 9:23 AM UTC

brandon-nagley

destin'e 'a preordainment

Liquidators come in all shapes and sizes, As vizors cover the cloud glittered lowlys!! Layrinxed fads go out slowly and painfully as the new drives on in, as sin tends to win!!! Your feet tramples docile demons down!!!!!! Destine me, destine me oh lawless judger!!!destine me to where you shall not be!!!!!

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From a young age we are told "we are all the same." For if your not, they look down in shame As if we are all different copy's of the same old books For your looks is considered weird, And unwanted till this day you are always taunted If there was a way; we say, I would have wanted to be the same For my red hair and freckles Have me named "Red flame" And It seems as if I'm the one to blame For I am all alone, just because I have an identity if my own? I ask myself, why do they pick? throw sticks and bricks, For their quick to be the judger, But they lack to discover that if we're all a book, Why don't people give the story a look? For if we tried Getting to know each other we just might grow fond of one another And might decide, That we like the persons inside For we would all stand side by side worldwide

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Mar 10, 2015

Mar 10, 2015 at 4:42 PM UTC

IsabellaRose

Together We Stand

From a young age we are told "we are all the same." For if your not, they look down in shame As if we are all different copy's of the same old books For your looks is considered weird, And unwanted till this day you are always taunted If there was a way; we say, I would have wanted to be the same For my red hair and freckles Have me named "Red flame" And It seems as if I'm the one to blame For I am all alone, just because I have an identity if my own? I ask myself, why do they pick? throw sticks and bricks, For their quick to be the judger, But they lack to discover that if we're all a book, Why don't people give the story a look? For if we tried Getting to know each other we just might grow fond of one another And might decide, That we like the persons inside For we would all stand side by side worldwide

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I couldnt say I believe in you I couldnt say i walk in your name But every breath I seem to take Your the one thing getting shoved Down my trachea Biting down on silver bullets Watching your disciples crucify me Torturing me with senseless mumbo jumbo About how Im going to hell when I die Yet they cant see in it my eyes They're too blinded by hopes of eternal life Walking down the golden streets of heaven If angels and demons existed What the **** would it make me Im inhuman compared to these vile creatures If you made them in the image of you Then now I see the real devil Your name itself holds no value At least the devil has a face to the name You, just your son You sentenced to die You did nothing Let it all happen Youre the ruthless aggression All cower before I'm just the guy waiting to die I dont care what awaits me I just wish you knew I dont give a **** about religions I'm a mortal god Judger of my own sins Crimes I only commit against me Sentencer to my own punishment You let books and false prophets Predict a future no one knows Maybe we should all just die Tell me if you find heaven or hell then But when you wake up and see me over you Laughing at how irrelevant your beliefs Have come to be Dont say a word I want to watch as you cry Because I know the only thing waiting for me in death Is a darkness death itself is afraid of

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Feb 14, 2015

Feb 14, 2015 at 1:31 AM UTC

robert-guerrero

Letter To God

I couldnt say I believe in you I couldnt say i walk in your name But every breath I seem to take Your the one thing getting shoved Down my trachea Biting down on silver bullets Watching your disciples crucify me Torturing me with senseless mumbo jumbo About how Im going to hell when I die Yet they cant see in it my eyes They're too blinded by hopes of eternal life Walking down the golden streets of heaven If angels and demons existed What the **** would it make me Im inhuman compared to these vile creatures If you made them in the image of you Then now I see the real devil Your name itself holds no value At least the devil has a face to the name You, just your son You sentenced to die You did nothing Let it all happen Youre the ruthless aggression All cower before I'm just the guy waiting to die I dont care what awaits me I just wish you knew I dont give a **** about religions I'm a mortal god Judger of my own sins Crimes I only commit against me Sentencer to my own punishment You let books and false prophets Predict a future no one knows Maybe we should all just die Tell me if you find heaven or hell then But when you wake up and see me over you Laughing at how irrelevant your beliefs Have come to be Dont say a word I want to watch as you cry Because I know the only thing waiting for me in death Is a darkness death itself is afraid of

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Her actions were bad but her thoughts were even badder. She didn’t accept herself but grew to understand. She was shy, experienced and respectful. She didn’t understand your evils, she didn’t accept your bad decisions. She was a Judger and in this world Judgers were very high ranked. It was hard to know what she was thinking but it even more difficult to ignore her shaky hands. Her understanding stare. Her unknowing moves and her confusing voice. We all thought she was crazy. I mean thats what they've taught us to see…right? I didn’t get it though. I did not understand how she was seen as bad and others were seen as good. The others didn’t know, they hadn't experienced truth so they couldn't understand it. Thats the problem here, people act as if they know everything but they haven't been through anything in order to understand it. Truth is complicated. Everyone acts as if they know the truth but yet they are nowhere near to truth. The truth is kind, understanding and harsh, most go crazy just looking into the eyes of truth. Truth is my king, my soul and my life. How do I know if my truth is the right version of truth? I don’t. But I do know that I know this world better than those that claim they are all knowing. How can you be all knowing? There is no such thing. If you were all knowing then time would end and your life would be answered. but its not and your confused still and thats what is the miracle of this life. The people of my lands believe in love and hatred. They believe that both combined make up the truth and if both hatred and love work together then peace will come to us. I pray and long for a time when I am in peace. When my family, my friends and my followers are in peace. I hope for my enemies and my strangers to be in peace. I pray for peace in those who hurt and in those who have been hurt. I hope for peace to be shed out in every living creature whether worth it or not. Because in the end what being gets to decide who is worth it? No one. No one should have the power to decide when to end another's life.

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Aug 15, 2015

Aug 15, 2015 at 7:13 AM UTC

paloma-rubio

Unkown Self

Her actions were bad but her thoughts were even badder. She didn’t accept herself but grew to understand. She was shy, experienced and respectful. She didn’t understand your evils, she didn’t accept your bad decisions. She was a Judger and in this world Judgers were very high ranked. It was hard to know what she was thinking but it even more difficult to ignore her shaky hands. Her understanding stare. Her unknowing moves and her confusing voice. We all thought she was crazy. I mean thats what they've taught us to see…right? I didn’t get it though. I did not understand how she was seen as bad and others were seen as good. The others didn’t know, they hadn't experienced truth so they couldn't understand it. Thats the problem here, people act as if they know everything but they haven't been through anything in order to understand it. Truth is complicated. Everyone acts as if they know the truth but yet they are nowhere near to truth. The truth is kind, understanding and harsh, most go crazy just looking into the eyes of truth. Truth is my king, my soul and my life. How do I know if my truth is the right version of truth? I don’t. But I do know that I know this world better than those that claim they are all knowing. How can you be all knowing? There is no such thing. If you were all knowing then time would end and your life would be answered. but its not and your confused still and thats what is the miracle of this life. The people of my lands believe in love and hatred. They believe that both combined make up the truth and if both hatred and love work together then peace will come to us. I pray and long for a time when I am in peace. When my family, my friends and my followers are in peace. I hope for my enemies and my strangers to be in peace. I pray for peace in those who hurt and in those who have been hurt. I hope for peace to be shed out in every living creature whether worth it or not. Because in the end what being gets to decide who is worth it? No one. No one should have the power to decide when to end another's life.

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