"poisend" poems
I am a result
Of not two people
I am a result of advertisements
Of politicians
Of company's
Of ideas drilled into my head, by constant repotion and threats from authority figures
I am a result of headlines that scream the words **** death, racesim and terror.
I am a result of built up hopes.
The countless movies that show us heros that conqure the impossible, while slowly walking away form an explosion.
The comic books that boldly display abilitys we then dream of.
Expectations we are forced to have that someday we will save the world.
I am the result of reality hitting you full on like a world saving superman punch,
I am the result of relizing, that there is a 99.9999999999% chance I am not the "chosen one"
I am the result of an enviroment where I have to hold my breath to not let the toxins in
The overdose headlines
The children I see inhaling away there future and when I walk by blowing it in my face
I am the result of an overdose that ripped away my uncle
A world filled with misery and we find this the best way to "cure" it.
I am a result filled with images of diffrent family's breaking apart, leaving broken children behind.
A result witnessing the hurt, homeless and heartless walk on the same ground but don't awknoladge it
The veterans thrown to the streets
The gay pride rainbows coverd in the dark clouds of pregiduce this world is shadowed by
The sour taste of racesim lingering on individual tongues trying to break through a wall of common sense
The weaponising of wonderful wise wishful young children around the world to creat a fearful, fierce, fiery killing machine
I am a result of this world, the mistakes we all make, the suffering we all take, the lives these mistakes put at stake, these wounds that ache, the cusses that spin in children's head thanks to drake, these politicians people see as lying snakes, this earth that quakes, that brings us awake
I am a result, in a world of results
Of hope that one day we can push these fears away
I am a result of an army of dreamers
A horde of lovers
And a croud of carers
I am a result of two people who tried hard enough to make a difference
They are my sheild and my sword equipping me to fight this poisend world
We are what's left we are the dreamers the workers and the lovers and once were done fighting away the hurt, evil,terror and pain,
We can look out on this world and call it
Our result
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 8:52 PM UTC
Today I talked to the sky
& the sky talked back to me
I took a seat on a cloud
& asked the sky what it sees
The sky replied with a sigh
For this question seemed to sadden it
I asked the sky, "Why the sigh?"
& it replied with this:
"See I've been here for quite a while
watching my world change
But lately I have not been pleased
With this new found age
Now wait, let me think
Displeased is not what I mean
What I think I'm trying to say is
I'm confused at what I see
I see the land connected
yet there's these unseen boundaries
& why do you use bombs
To make peace between these countries
Why when I protect you
I get poisend in return
Why some live in luxery
& food to live is what others yearn
So if that answers your question
On what I seem to see
I hope you open up your mind
& start to think like me"
Right then I fell from that cloud
& back into my bed
I opened up my tired eyes
& a thought ran through my head
It only takes one person
to start a chain event
it takes but just one mind
to pass on what the sky had meant
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 11:23 PM UTC
I just need to express some **** I don't want to Wright a poem or a song, I want to talk stupid jump to conclusions and make no sense.
I dont care if im wrong or not, im high and ****** In a situation like this, **** Makin Sense im'a sit awake all night randomly switch topics. and wright bull **** so random it can't be right.
Once apon a time somewhere that the government couldent find, a middle aged man found a rip in the the sky. He couldent feel it so he spent every day observing the odditie and feeling its force stronger by the day. At night it disappeared and came to light when the sun would shine. He left his home in the bush with out anything to survive. His wife couldn't bear life so before he left he teasd her like he wanted *** Just as she felt wet he backed up and said," every man likes *** every man loves Brest's, bear skin and biting necks. I am no exception to the weakness of men but iv wasted my best years trying again and again to give you my son, i would've settled for a daughter but still your poisoned body never let me feel the satisfaction of being a father. I was forced into this union and now my life is half past I regret my choice to honor my dad, but even more i regret not taking my fathers chance, to pray with the lords and and stab you in your sinful womb . Lucky for you i said i couldn't, take the life of the women i gave my vow 2 in the sun in front of god to keep alive long before it was discovered you were poisend inside .
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 5:39 AM UTC