"lawfully" poems
They will not take my gun.
Get me their guns.
I have a right to my property.
They have a duty to obey us.
It is my responsibility to stand for what I believe in.
It is our responsibility to make them submit.
I hate them.
They will love us.
I say, break the law!
Do they dare go against us?
I petition; I riot; I will not go down without a fight!
We beat; We arrest; We will not lose this fight!
Alas, I am the only one left.
One insubordinate citizen remains.
I fire my gun for my freedom.
I fire my gun for our respect.
My only defense clatters to the ground.
I knock the gun out of his traitorous grip.
I fear what they will do to my family and me.
It is much safer to be feared than loved.
I take one last act to retrieve what is rightfully mine.
I take one last act to retrieve what is lawfully ours.
Then we both reach for the gun.
Then we both reach for the gun.
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 4:30 AM UTC
i must be the only one
who finds sparrows
amusing outside my window
filled with song,
the same in me trying to imitate
their song with a range of onomatopoeias
never written (thankfully, poets
who write sparrows' song, may you
be disgraced, chirp chirp,
beat-box that **** elsewhere, where
you're welcome by admirers),
the same in me laughing
at the kangaroo hops
unable to use both feet to walk
in the guttering of the carcass plateau of crows...
but there my laugh,
like the last whims of a pope when a robin presides
over the ritual outside the window on the sill...
i find pronouns unable to capture
timing, a class of words for standing still,
they just can't capture timing, they're space
orientated, a man of 70 will say the same
of a man aged 20 about a woman,
but both will be idiotic about the size of
her earrings concerning her promiscuity:
bigger the earring, the bigger the need to feed
her juiced up genitalia lips...
warm **** and cold mouth,
some say in reverse: getting ****** off
is like ice-cream being eaten...
and cold in reverse would give you circumcision
defined lawfully as **** a cold genital
assertion of womanhood will peel the skin
right off... ask for a cake you''ll be welcome
away from the bony **** of your hand's embrace...
perhaps marriage... and that cold mouth
that encompasses all hidden glaciers;
still, the **** is about sparrows in rain rain gutters
hopping along to the orchestra playing only
one tune that's ha ha ha.
all in all, when aroused, one hole warms
up the other cools down... the third?
don't know, don't care, apparently it's exhilarating,
trying to turn men onto all three
and away from homosexuality,
with the fourth (woman's ego) being missed...
could never equate that to a phallus and a hole...
i always felt ***** by that thing, the fourth dimension
once the **** was explored... it's all Dostoevsky after that...
everything is permitted, no deity exists,
i guess a the end is required of such a poem as this.
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 10:20 AM UTC
bewilderment, many more women than men, and still so few a man committing polygamy, it's almost like the mirroring of so many men committing suicide; the loss of the practice of polygamy leaves so many men committing suicide prematurely, leaving so many women alive to give the abnormal ratio without an actual diseased cause of death of men, hence the statistics.
just when you start enjoying it,
you stop,
there are so many going to restaurants,
but you're just a turkey
readied for stuffing,
you gorge on it
like traffic in Hinduism with
the holy cow that's a pedestrian
in England...
chomp and chop the food
like a toilet blockage,
you eat it without a palette,
no cheese and crackers after,
no candlelight, no wine,
it's a strange looking necessity,
esp. once digested;
it's as necessary as death for your
engagement: you have to eat,
you have to die...
i eat to add to the insomnia cure
because i should but can't pay alimony
payments because an engagement is
not lawfully enforced...
chemists are natural bachelors,
i told you, but you wouldn't
understand...
you were the ******* of youth,
the girl aged thirteen prone to suicide
and still the many numbers of men
committing to the act of suicide...
the law is in your favour, since you're
the incubator of it, the womb,
any rich **** can provide the Semitic root
of it all, cutting the excess skin of genitalia
of one *** whether ******** or ********
you think you won't get anti-ontological
behaviour? if what was intended was intended
and you play and revise the **** thing,
do you think the answering reason will
not look ridiculous enough to not attract ridicule
like a cow and flies, ready to spawn maggots
in the wet eye sockets?
you must be joking then!
monotheism was born in the halo
of revising mankind, abraham's snipping
isaac's "excess" skin...
it took place there... but revising a second
time with female circumcision...
well, revising humanity like that
gave us all the possible abominations accessible...
how can you teach the origin of man
with that ugly aesthetic of being furry
and a blunted snout of the gorilla
and not wonder why revising man
to an over-eager representation of engaging in ***
not combine into a holocaust...
you steal the sheath of the sword from the sword,
you'll find it constantly warring,
because that's what circumcision did,
it stole the sheath of the sword...
and no, this isn't crude imagery, ******
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 8:28 PM UTC
'Do you accept her as your lawfully wedded wife?'
'I do'
'Do you accept him as your lawfully wedded husband?'
'I do'
Now, pour the champagne!
Watch the couple dance
Get drunk till no one's to be blamed
What a beautiful wedding it is!
They well spend the rest of their lives together
Beautiful forever
Shh.. We all know about their exes
Their decisions made in vain
But it's okay
They won't break a vow
or point out flaws
Let's find the profound
Dance to the blaring sound
Happy ever afters may not exist
Shh..It's time for them to kiss!
Lies on top of lies
We'll dance whilst they fight
Questioning intentions
and other confusions
Little by little
All these vows they break
Point out the flaws
which they embraced
Showing their true faces
Their souls bare naked
Struck by the pain of infidelity
Driven to insanity
Run for your lives!
Their anger has set the chapel on fire!
pretty white dress turning to ashes
His jaw tightened
Lump in their throats
Words unspoken
Promises broken
With trembling lips he said
"I don’t love any more.
I hope you understand this.
I want a divorce. "
The bride wasn't everything the groom desired
If they loved each other
They're in a castle
with flickering candles
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 12:48 PM UTC
the first time you have
mistaken me for her
i knew it wasn't
just a freudian slip
i mean i was aware
of it for a while now
i just chose not
to comment on it
but if i said
i didn't mind at all
i would be lying
but i guess
pretending i don't
know anything
is still sort of —
kind of —
lying.
like that time you
made me breakfast
in bed and i was
surprised you knew
how i liked my
coffee when you
didn't even like
caffeine — but
i realized that it
was the only
thing you knew
how to brew
because she was
the one who
taught you.
and that time
i was so sure
i caught the first
syllable of her name
trapped between
the intersection of
your lips and my skin
and throughout
that whole night
i wondered if you
were closing your
eyes because of
pleasure, or because
of the pleasure of
imagining her.
but the last straw
was on the day of
our wedding, and
we were saying
our vows, and i said
i (my name)
take thee (your name)
as my lawfully wedded
husband and you
were supposed to
say i (your name)
take thee (my name)
but instead of my
name you said hers
while we were at
the altar and you
were holding my
hands and
i knew —
and i have
always known
that it wasn't just
a slip of the
tongue.
{g.c.q}
Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 4:59 AM UTC
Mediocracy...
these words I write
governed by a
standstill, at-war democracy
that's got me medio-crazy,
executively lazy
judgmentally hazy,
and lawfully spacey,
running on as their own prisoner-of-war escapees
in search of freedom from the ordinary
and overly, extraordinarily
conservative binds
that constrict the construction
of these hardly courtly,
yet ordered lines.
Feb 25, 2010
Feb 25, 2010 at 12:31 PM UTC
There were several hundred of us
And we were marching up the street.
We could hear some of the curses
We did not consider defeat.
We were lawfully assembling there
Though the custom bade us not.
The time had come, we would not stop
We would strike while the iron was hot.
It was the one-year anniversary
Of rebellion against unfair laws
And there were many thousands of us
There to rally for a righteous cause.
We intended to show them all
What social freedom can mean.
And it was all started a year before
By some righteous, rebellious queens.
We were respectful and orderly
As we formed the parade
It was seen to that all permits
Were properly secured and made.
There were some simple floats
And choirs and groups
That were marching together
In Hollywood's traditional
And pleasant summer weather.
The police stood by, many deep
To be sure we **** behaved.
And so we all mostly did
So nobody ended in a grave.
We didn't hear of anyone
Being hustled into the lockup.
Forgive the pun, but it went down
Without much of a cockup.
TV was there, but not a horde,
And we got thirty seconds later.
We were pretty sure that alone
Would stimulate the haters.
To see us gays holding hands
And kissing in the street.
We were sure it would bring
Bigots at home to their feet.
But we didn't care, we had done
What even we didn't expect.
We got Hollywood and society
To look at us with respect.
Things started to change then
In California and everywhere.
We were here and we were queer
And no longer easy to scare.
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 11:42 PM UTC
inspiration derives from the evocation of thought
symbolism, at times, can be cataclysm for the mind
and yet when one looks to be inspired,
until they are weary and tired,
when the earth’s ends,
can hold no trends,
they find themselves incapable,
and often times improbable,
of complimenting anything,
while criticizing everything,
and God forbid they stop and think
and look at it as a human being,
and as their ship begins to sink
a blast of thought comes after seeing
the black from scribing
eroded with the wind rising,
off the shores of the brain
to a vocabulary train,
delivering written ammunition,
after being petitioned,
and so the gallant author knight,
the reader-maiden’s arousing delight,
with his holy-tipped sword of ink
slays the scroll dragon in a blink
lawfully fixated,
and well compensated,
they sit back relieved,
finished with what had them aggrieved
until a source of new light,
causes rupturing delight!
Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 11:39 PM UTC
I'm so sorry that's its over now
we've abandoned sacred love
The passion we once held so dear We are now devoid of
We've past the point of no return
And now the end is here
The sanctity of marriage destroyed
An act I always feared
Do you take this man to be your
Lawfully wedded husband?
You nodded quickly and said I do
As we happily both grinned
Your answer I believed at once
To forever be upheld
The tribulations came and went
Then against love you rebeled
I held on tight and fought the fight
But my grip was not enough
We endured so many storms
but in the end they proved too tough
You slipped away so savagely
Your willpower grew so weak
Now our marital ship has crashed ashore
We no longer speak
After all is said and done
I have one thing left to say
If I could choose to do it all again
Its a price I'd willingly pay
Even though I suffered so
From this spiritual endeavor
My vows were to love you til I die
So I'll keep loving you forever
I cannot believe in your idiocy
That you no longer love me
Please let my final words imbue
And set your ignorance free
Even though all hope is gone
And this situation is very dire
Love is not a perishable good
Love does not expire
Dec 14, 2020
Dec 14, 2020 at 11:39 PM UTC
Maybe its the way she speaks, that keeps my mind intrigued.
Every word becomes a seed to a bush full of weeds.
She is great, indeed.
Everyday I plead,
Don't take your love away from me..
See, I need you to be my freedom in a world free from freedom..
I love you,
Not just you, but every factor that makes you, you.
I don't know what I'd do, if I lost you.
My life would shatter out of the blue..
My mind would sue my heart for unfair dismissal from you.
Yes, it true
I belong to you,
No matter who tries to do us apart from our 2 man crew that no one has a clue as to why me and you behave the way we do...
When I look in your eyes,
My why's stray from lies
As my heart cries to your
Lovely sized heart which doesn't mind that you're mine and I'm yours.. With no doubt in either mind, we find our hearts drawing lines that carve forever on to the signs in our minds cause we feel like our lives are assigned to duties behind enemy lines so our problems defined become fine from kind words..
Has it occurred that we're obscured from a bigger picture that will capture us in a painting that makes our love caricature? Funny, cause this love is pure, and it remains a cure from our uncertainty to make sure we are what we were when we're supposed to be?
Let's make this clear,
Our love drives out fear
So my eyes can see her
Walk down that isle..
My arms around her as I whisper in her ear.. It's you and me, Dear..
Her sheer elegance makes her appear as my heart sees her..
Untouched with tears
Loved without chandeliers,
With no restrictions as they all flee her...
Its instinct for this distinct moment to inflict harmony with stitches of love...
Do I take you as my lawfully wedded heart bearer, to carry my heart through the sickness in this world and the health in your soul...
I do, love you..
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 1:57 AM UTC
I regret to inform you that your lawfully, wedded boyfriend, Robert Cohn, no longer want to be lawful, wedded, or your boyfriend. He'd much rather be ******** Brett and writing books about what she tells him behind closed doors
Sincerely,
Jake Barnes
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 5:44 PM UTC
"I [Name] take you, ____,
To be my lawfully wedded husband,
To have and to hold, from this day forward,
For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer,
In sickness and in health, until death do us part.... I DO"
We can now check off wedding from our to-do list
And update all our status to married
But what happens to the marriage ?
Why does something that sound so free leaves one so trap
I don't want to be together for my religion sake
It was not Jesus or Mohammad that I married, no I married you
I don't want to be together for our children sake
I am unhappy and I know they are aware
So what is with the masquerade?
I want to be together for our love sake
Because I have search the entire planet
Yet I can't find another partner who is better than you sake
For I complete you and you complete me sake
We have an iron bond that can never be broken sake
Babe keep your wedding, if you are not ready for our marriage
Just for my peace of mind sake
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 9:56 PM UTC
He’s saying,
As long as you stay, you can leave as you please
He’s saying,
As long as you return to me by sunrise, you can run free at midnight
Saying nothing When I come home by daylight, just as long as it seems we are together in public eyes.
Games we play are pure Deceptions.
I’m in home sweet prison, we are papered bind, chained by delusions and lies. Our love is like doing time and even though he senses the unhappiness on my mind, he says to me all the time “you will be alright”
"I do" was my crime. Our child is the paying fine. So I’m Akon "Locked up" until He closes his eyes. He hears when I sneak out, so even he sleeps with one eye open, towards my unfaithful behavior. He Pretends to be blind.
Im Trained to be home momentarily. Agreeing to be in his detentions temporarily.
For when he met me my love was untameable widly desired to be spirited and free
But he refuses my request to be free. He holds on tight and that’s even if it’s killing me.
So when he senses my surpressive screams to finally leave. He will rush to leave out the set of keys. Within my arms reach. by my bar side intentionally. because he knows my desire to run yet in need of a safe home. he holds the keys. Giving me a copy version to be free.
And If I don't return like we lawfully agreed, The punishment of manipulation will be black hole deep. He will catch me and emotionally blackmail me. Verbally put on the handcuffs, steal away my keys.
appoint me to the critical judge, reminding me he’s the man who holds my Keys to leave.
Presenting my past and mistakes to the courthouse packed with tyrants, which will be past me's. Deferment my character, rule me as guilty. Killing my spirit by Belittling my dreams. Crying that I attempted ****** attempting to **** him. for attempting to steal me.
He won. Victimized and trapped I return to my cell.
After verabally placing on the black and white strips and putting me through hell.
handcuffs on tight, game face on right,
He taunts me with tactics all day and night......
30 days of his controll, guilt trip complete.
He surprises me with kind gesture and ask how bad do you want to be free?
He plays with sound of jingling keys, a melody that sounds good to me
Next to my Bar side, He finally placed down my set of keys
And reminds me,
That as long as you return here by sunrise, you are free to leave
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 11:07 AM UTC
I have to ask myself the question;
Why is Americas second admendment rights attacked each time some fool does something so evil?There are millions of law abiding gun owners in America that use firearms lawfully and legally every day but you will not hear about that in the liberal media. These senseless murders are a tradgey and those who commit them must be dealt with accordingly .I, as a law abiding American citizen have the right, unlike most citizens of other countries in the world, to own firearms .I do not have the right to use that firearm against any other human being other than in an act of self defence and then only if I or a family member are in immediate danger of death or serious ****** injury, and only then.
There will always be people who will **** others by whatever means they can. It is the heart of a man that causes him to love or to hate others lives as well as his own.Our second admendment right is not a problem, the problem is not an American problem. It is a heart condition of every man who breathes.
Until man's heart is changed ,nothing changes.
RLB
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 5:42 PM UTC
Its one of those forever things,
my crown, when you smile
Committed despite the distance
It was worth every mile
With God, all things are possible
We became lawfully wedded
Vows and promises made
Meant to never forget them
I held fast, you stayed by
my side, for better or worse
Making dreams a reality
Dusting off all of the dirt
A new year means more life
Its worth the celebration
Every day's a new day
For heartfelt rededication
Tobe said, "this love thing
just aint no grab and go...
You have to pour everything inside out
Pray it dont hit the floor"
We just imperfect people
Choosing to share life together
Becoming one through the process
Because its now 'til forever
[pushing through together for better or worse]
@desire.is.dope
20180428
1654HRS
Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 4:56 PM UTC
I squint my eyes
to scrutinize through drunkenness
and there you live
like a plant in the middle of a dead garden of eden
so apprehensive
and so you live
your beaming life comes through me
like meteors making their mark on the edge of your
smallest universe
you make your mark on me
like a scar
her forever.
you commit nothing
and neither do I
beauty has dug itself so deep
through your upper lip
through your lower jaw
and everything that has moved through your mouth
through everything that has spoken to me
you see
I am lawfully
scared by
you
my comely crescent
you are like the moon
your are like the sun
and there is no escape from you
within my days I am trapped
with the scorning of your face
with the mourning of your lips
elegant tapestry
you stand in my hallways
like the birth of everything my mind
can simply generate
in relation to you
I must admit
this torture,
yes- everything has had relation to you
and I deny this and move through with my day
with a blind eye
so I am always blind
and I blind myself on purpose
so that your jawline;
;
;
;
;
does not make me hurt-
and remember those days
when I sat under the rays of
modest things
with
;
;
you
Dec 11, 2010
Dec 11, 2010 at 11:18 PM UTC
I will gladly take you as my lawfully wedded wife.
To have and to hold, while I slowly destroy your life.
From this day forward, when you're feeling at your worst, I will lie to make it seem better
I promise I will be the one to sign your resignation from the world letter.
This sickness inside my soul will continue to deteriorate your health.
The days I bring you to your knees is how I'll count my wealth.
Till death do us apart,
I swear to poison your heart.
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 6:36 AM UTC
Am I a Man?
Or am I a boy?
Make the ******* choice!
You choose when it soots you.
responsibility!
Or Naive.
You know me as a son.
Not a person.
So you don't know whats right!
I can lawfully move out or have a ****** wife!
You lied and said you wouldn't live through your children's lives!
I will be here when you need me.
but I'm contemplating leaving.
perhaps you would appreciate me more if you couldn't see me.
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 3:40 PM UTC
(alternately titled: Zayda born April 9th, 1929)
e'er since his birth,
his daring do didst not abate
the penultimate most spectacular
concrete incontestable product
constituting biological offspring
developing, fashioning,
and incubating gene nee us,
he unwittingly didst create
encoded whence he got conceived
approximately begat circa
July nineteen twenty eight,
and hence upon April ninth
two thousand and eighteen
cometh denoting exceptional great
ness among kith and kin innate
awareness to take stock and celebrate,
how a series of fortunate events
commencing with a date
to Harriet Kuritsky
(at that time, yet to pledge her troth)
accepting storied handsome fellow,
whose constitution sturdy as "forest" timber
(definition of groom) to be lawfully wedded wife...
until death do them part)
unwittingly marriage didst emancipate
my mother, who met a awful, cruel
and terminal undeserving fate,
which tortured demise, the grim reaper
gladly, gleefully, and glibly
held her steadfast
thru death decreed grate
a permanent life sentence,
she vehemently did hate
and fiercely fought tooth and nail
(unimaginable to me,
thee sole son), how
agonizingly bitterly clearly irate
such suffering wrenched, wrought, wrung
August marriage permanently
cleft by malicious, nefarious,
and opprobrious tongue
no heroic measures,
only lamentation slung
upon the livingsocial clinging,
where grief rung
every last ounce,
though thru each passing year
thy mum gone thirteen orbitz
round the sun, that shear
ring raw emotion
still persists in concert with lear
ring grimace of deathly hallows, 'ere
obstinate heart ache lessened now
since papa found bliss
in which to steer the prow
of his four score and nine
aged ship of state row
wing (or more or less peacefully drifting)
berthed in consonant with vow
wills - a staunch spirit does wow!
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 4:37 PM UTC
a lot can happen in a year, maybe four;
a lot can happen in an hour, maybe more.
talking is fine, but can you take on the risk?
now, i’m not just talking about an ordinary task.
whether it be a lifetime of love, the love of your life,
or one particularly special night,
it all comes down to this:
a right
of passage, a race.
who’s better?
he’s taller, but he has the nice hair;
she’s blonder, while she tries not to care.
he can’t dance, and he won’t try;
she won’t admit to the tear in her eye.
he knows what he wants, and he knows nothing;
she tries to distinguish a little bit of everything.
stop it.
there’s no winning the race yet because his shoe is untied;
she can’t stand and go face that finish line.
he tripped and fell, but so did she;
the other guy ran, only to fall to his knees.
stop panting and collect yourself- just breathe.
a lifetime led to four years, and four years to that day;
she ran and chased too many check points along the way.
afraid of being alone, she asked too many times;
afraid of dancing alone, she asked, but was still denied.
him, him, him, him, he who was possibly that sacred hymn:
one he wondered impatiently,
another he pursued contradictingly,
another he fell flawlessly;
however, no he was to be lawfully,
but only so rightfully.
this is no lifetime, but only
one evening not meant to be lonely.
the only way to win is to face them directly in the eye
and have every question answered. why?
because this is that special night,
senior year, and you have the right.
step back, step up, have courage, calm down.
ASK her to a quaint place in town,
but before she even knows you’re listening,
just as both your hearts are quickening,
surprise HER with that special something.
if she knows, you may think you blew it,
when really, this whole time, she probably knew it.
it won’t be easy, but if it comes from the heart,
there’s the finish line. all you’ve got TO do is start…
ya know, sometimes Poems Reveal Oblivious Messages...
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 3:30 AM UTC
"So I got this idea for a poem"
"Nono!!! You can't write that!
you'll regret it when he reads it"
Doesn't mean it's about him!!!
Freedom of Speech has more then one meaning
then being lawfully allowed to speak your mind.
And if it means you don't have to face consequences,
then that law is fake.
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 8:39 PM UTC
but each truth-seeking man seeks no marriage, no eden as such, but the turbulent fate of a brotherhood: a family of men thrown into the depths of the north sea with no sight of feminine comforting, for a thousand years at least if note more: so she might be strained for giving affection and refrained from philandering: the wiser the man the more reward he sees in a brotherhood, than a harem.
that seagull white backdropped against the plum
purple bruises of the sky pampered with immediately
lashing out a torrent but for seagull's sake
withdrawing for a consistency of colours not mingling
into a drear opening of a letter addressed
for some dear mr., in that virtuoso of waters cascading:
wishing i too had no umbrella
or be miniature under a mushroom,
as i am and forever will be, an ant's lack of sweat lifting
its bodyweight and more over bookmarks
and crevices we sweated rivers for,
and died, exaggerating... the outlasted remains
of chiselled rock, when others took to
climbing non-chiselled rock of mountain
for a compass they thought would
make others plagiarise their lives for theirs,
having accomplished the climb of the heights
thus suggested with no other comparative issuing
of demands... indeed to what height to what
depth is there a guarantee to be given?
to what depth to what height is a guarantee
of adoration lawfully bindingly fulfilled
with red carpet 24 hour surveillance paparazzi?
we have unlearned the face broken
by stone and forest pine...
instead we learned to be an epileptic narcissus
blinking into the frozen mirror of the lake...
but our face breaks a thousand upon a thousand
more times like this... for in looking elsewhere,
we forsake ownership of the things that
never reflected us, but were made mandible by us,
so now we have become mandible by them,
for the once prized mirror of narcissus in the lake,
has become a blinking circus act we dare not believe.
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 10:39 AM UTC
,
& so it is
THE RICH CELEB AND THE. HOT BABE
the lonely people gazing on
(?-- as was decided --?)
)(
There doesnt seem to be as many poems about cutting oneself
As there once was
Have people stopped doing it or only stopped writing about it ?
Does it matter !
The presidential candidates are all bobble-head toys pretending to be human
Should I pretend to vote for one ?
If we read each others poems we will readily see
That no one
Is reading each other's poems
We have decided not to because (?)
What was that reason again ?
Oh yeah
I remember
)(
Death comes easy to the dying
To the living it hits hard
When our meager imitation of love leads to pain
We say
PAIN IS A PART OF LOVE
( we have decided that it is okay to lie to one another )
The results of this decision have been horrific
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Bobble head poets !
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I was ******* Angelina Jolie one night
When Brad Pitt stumbles in upon us
Angelina yells out at him
BE GONE LOSER
IM WITH A REAL MAN NOW!
I get up and say
NO NO.
YOU TWO ARE LAWFULLY MARRIED
MY BAD !
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All the power of love we are!
Oh so little love we have !
But we are so full of understanding !!
Maybe love is not very powerfully
Or ..... (?)
Another day drifts by so meaninglessly
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 5:25 PM UTC
A girl,
She is someone's daughter, sister, mother or wife
She is worshipped as goddess
But she is not respected the way she should be
She is always brutalized by men
People say that she was wearing short dress
Or she was in a party till late night
Or she was speaking openly with boys
Hello there I wanna say something to you
Yes you listen to me
If you think this be the reasons for a girl getting *****
Man seriously you need to clean up your head.
You march down the road with candles in your hand
You put statuses in social medias
Hashtag trends for a few days
And after a few days everything is normal
The victim either dies or suffers the whole life
And the criminal is always left aside
You know the problem with our generation is that
We think posting on social media will do everything
Marching down the road with a candle in hand
Man it's not gonna help
March down the road with the criminal
Punish him lawfully so that
No one dares to do such thing ever again.
Raise your voices against ****
We say men and women are equal
But both are being *****
They need to be protected
So tell people to respect
Be it a male or female.
Not every case comes out in media or news
We people need to change our views.
The rapists need to be hanged
So that no other daughter, sister, mother or wife gets *****
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 7:10 AM UTC