"priviledged" poems
She’s a poor, wounded soul
you can’t make her whole
To early she’s grown old
her story would make you cold
Anxiety is what makes her tick
each day a new wall built, brick by brick
Your priviledged if she lets you in
a momentary glance of what she holds within
Cherish anything she shares willingly
but you’ll never know, her, not entirely
Planning her swan song daily
while smiling at some, gaily
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 7:21 AM UTC
the cold had caused much restlessness
within our people's heart
the vengeful hand guiding their hate
would tear our lives apart.
the sun was setting on our reign
and night was closing in
worried visions peirced our sleep
and burrowed deep within.
the verdent hues of spring were near
but just beyond our reach
for on the ides they took us too
a land of snowy beasts
so there we stayed until the sun
rose dizzyingly high
and when the ****** snows did melt,
they brought us back to die
Imprisoned in a gilded cage
with summer drawing near
the revolutionists appraoched
injecting us with fear
we had our frozen dew drops royal
stitched around our waists
a final effort to release
our family from this fate
then when the moon was high at night
when evil things do crawl
they took us down below the house
lined up against a wall
their bullets pierced our fathers heart
murdered our brother too
and diamond corsets failed to stop
royal blood from running blue
it poured out over all the ground
the watchmaker had won
the royal lineage was dead
our priviledged lives undone
the vessels we had once possessed
endured the desecration
of acid baths and deep mine shafts
and burning mutilation
and so about two weeks inside
the seventh month, july
the last of russia's royalty
would bid their lives goodbye.
Jul 30, 2010
Jul 30, 2010 at 5:19 AM UTC
Bed sheets impregnated with her essence.
Towels dripping the sweetness of her skin.
Wild thoughts invading my subtle thinking.
Her scent still lingering in my senses and my soul.
A fleeting heartbeat was skipped the moment our eyes met.
All reality vanished as distance disappeared.
Poetry struck me as I chose my words carefully.
A smile was virtously drawn on her face when I held her hand.
The world conspired for us to meet then.
Not before. Not after.
Just at the right moment.
We pushed fate away as it pulled us back to its path.
We lost ourselves in each other in just the blink of an eye.
A voice so heavenly angels should be jealous.
A mind so priviledged she understands me whole.
Her eyes so pure and lively even diamonds are just stones.
Her sweet embrace so warm she could reignite the sun.
Love has been reinvented, and now it wears her name.
Beautiful turns ugly whenever she's around.
If perfection's bound to gods, then she must be a goddess,
and I'd worship only her for her blessings are all mine.
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 1:46 PM UTC
*sometimes my brain doesn't work
quite the write way*
the words twist on my tongue
and long for a pen
craving to been seen, to be heard
but
no one
wants
to hear
the
cries
of
innocence
dying
we turn our head and convince ourselves that "everything will be okay"
we use this awful logic that maybe, just maybe, if we close our eyes that nothing is wrong
and when faced with the blunt truth everything is falling apart we become a nation of ignorance
spewing meaningless hate words such as "oppression" and "priviledged"
not even stopping for a moment to realize the
oh
my
God
who cares??
because while we fight about separation in our own country, people are being slaughtered without a thought in others
but as a nation of narcissistic bigots, each and every one of us, we clothe our eyes with rose-colored glasses
still yelling about being color blind
we
distract
ourselves
with petty "challenges"
as if
that could
fix
anything...
stop trying to look for something that soothes your guilty soul
and
**wake
the
XXXX
up**
take care in how you determine our countries future
i pray that you
actually
stop
and
THINK
because no one wants to clean up the mess of a negligent party
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 11:55 AM UTC
Nine months is almost over and soon I'll see my child's face,hold him in my arms with GOD'S grace
Movements in my belly,it keeps me out of sleep or maybe it's a she,my little bo-peep
I am priviledged to have experienced this once again
the excitement,the fatigue,morning sickness
but defenitely not looking forward that excruciating pain!
I have five more dancing and playing,nagging,crying
oh but it's all worthwhile
I thank GOD for them,they are my life even though they sometimes drive me up the wall,the echo of their laughter in my dark days is the best reassurance of all
I might not be a perfect mother but i guess GOD saw some good in me,to make me as fortunate as to send these angels down ,love ,joy, happiness pure innocence and beauty,the best part of it all is when I hear the words''I LOVE YOU MOMMY''
Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 8:18 PM UTC
Past Prejudices arise Again,
Feed a Feast of Fear to them
Prey upon their Greatest fears
And Raise a Fascist tide
Let Loose the Tide of Lies
Greased by Economic ties
Lubes the Rails of Ruin, And
Veils the Dawning of the Truth
Brave they Are, who have
Never seen the Rise of Battle
Willing to sacrifice, those who are...
as if to War, the Chaf and Chattel
The Leaders Lead us into Pens
To leash us to Ideologies in Need
To Insure the remaining 1 percent
That they can fulfill their greed
Glutting on the Middle class, and
Feast upon the Poor, to upraise
The Pile of Bones Before, Each
Fat and Wanton Priviledged Bore
For us a need, is all that we Possess
Feeling Lost, all in Due Process
Yet Voices can be Heard and Votes
It seems only to be logical.....
WE CAN SLAY...the Necrological
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Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 5:36 PM UTC
our bodies are just vessels for our souls and
dorm rooms are not homes
just shelters we pay for
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 11:36 PM UTC
Numbing comfort bubbles (are),
tools of a privileged struggle,
like staring, lost, into the flames.
They keep me warm,
so; throw on the bodies, the trees,
it's all the same.
There's one flowing stream
that never dries up,
babbling drugs sports desire.
If I don't douse myself
from this stream, babbling bubbles,
I'll catch on fire.
But then, eventually,
we all burn on His pyre.
Cold comfort,
keeping others warm.
Nov 9, 2019
Nov 9, 2019 at 3:26 PM UTC
Once private priviledged and aloof
the Grange is now a public place
where children swing and slide and shine
flowers in their parents' eyes
where births and marriages and deaths
bare bones rest in Runcorn's archive.
Here people seek to right their wrongs
express their doubts and fears and views
it's here that ballots call the shots
for mayors and councillors and clerks
pursuing our priorities.
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 6:42 AM UTC
How gloriously awesome...
And priviledged to taste,
partake or waste!
How fragile like glas...
How fleeting like fire.....
How precious and short....
This beauty we call LIFE
Just one last breath...
One last thought....
One last beat....
One last touch...
Fragile like glass!!!
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 7:26 AM UTC
Slave to the name.
The priviledge child.
You attended the best school.
Might even had a chauffeur driving you there.
It could been any of the high price universities or prep schools.
You might wear some of the most expensive clothes.
Yes, you're priviledge.
This is the only world you know.
Many things you'll forever do in life is for show.
As a priviledged child you won't be offer the opportunity to grow.
You a slave to the name.
They on the estate of the family's grounds.
And upon the family's foundation.
And constantly mention in Forbes magazine.
But as a priviledge child, what had you achieved?
You will find someone to love.
And the odds are they will come from wealth.
Although some has married the family's help.
But rules were required of them too.
Things they can or can't do.
And friends that comes around.
Only stay around until your money is gone.
Then like others they soon say so long.
And they have known you as long as you've been a priviledged child.
Affairs will come to you.
They often seems to do when wealth is in your hand.
Money always attract others when they say it never played apart.
Many professed they were just following your the heart.
Divorce will soon hit you too.
Then this will spotlight the characteristics of you.
When your lawyers and you decides just how much to give.
Cause once love walks out the door.
In some cases the family's name.
Although you were the one to put it to shame.
It's your former spouse that you don't won't them to claim it.
After all, you was raised a priviledged child.
Born free.
Live wild.
These words are just a small example of a priviledged.........
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 9:04 AM UTC
I never really understood depression until recently.
I always thought people where just babied when they were young,
Or they just cared too much about the subject,
Or they just didn't know the joy of knowing Jesus.
I would tell them to be happy.
I would list all kinds of reasons,
Like how lucky they were for this or that and so much more.
But now I understand.
My heart has been shattered and I know depression.
I know what it feels like to not be able to eat or sleep.
I know that nobody can say or do anything to help,
Except maybe the one you love.
Sometimes.
I know what its like to have a great family and friends,
But nobody to talk to.
I know what its like to be a priviledged individual,
But still feel empty.
I know what its like to have everything I need, plus more,
But it still isn't enough.
I finally understand what its like to be depressed and suicidal.
And it *****
My heart goes out to everyone in the same position.
And I hope we can all get out of this whole.
And for those who don't understand depression,
Just know that its not your fault we can't be helped,
Because nothing helps.
We might seem ok,
Because that's the show that we put on everyday
So others won't know.
We just need you to be there for us.
Not to do anything except be there.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 11:36 PM UTC
Once there was a man,
he cried while watching the dawn of the day.
He would rather stay in the shadow ,
awaiting for dusk.
In the nick of time
he worked hard to be backstage
he would not let his face shine
and he danced with life on his own
One bitter tragedy lied this same man in depression.
He didn't want to be the stagehand anymore
he stood tall
and auditioned for the main part.
Chances are he wins,but even if he not,
he will be priviledged to dwell on the dream:
Well,
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 11:58 AM UTC