"reprehension" poems
The virtuous society Lost regulates overwhelming
DISTASTEFUL
Condescension
Depraved citizens all contained then become cynical
BREAKING
Reprehension
A mandate or suggestive guideline to think like a criminal
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 5:56 PM UTC
Try as I might
To ignore the insufferable
Clamorous racking my brain
All too audible
Are these despicable
Sickening shrill
Voices wicked, malicious,
Insipid kids still
Instigating and baiting
Me closer to spill
My contempt vitriol
Seething passion to ****
Every little last filth-frothing
Mouth to feed dead
Bottom-fed in this
Stress-induce cesspool are bred
In an **** of virulent,
Ignorant stench
Still entrenching my senses
In sieges of tension
And drenching my clenching jaws
In reprehension
Spat out in the face
Of this whole human race
But mostly just this
Poor excuse for its waste
Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 6:10 AM UTC
How to approach something so intangible, with little cellular to describe to my nerves
How to make verbal something so emotional, based on psychology and civil construction
How to perceive myself appropriately despite the eroding drips that pierce progress and old photos I cling to with such immaturity
These questions all are for the same goal, that progression of the self, all those substantial, cerebral, sensual and societal realisations that I yearn for
And yet... I sit, making delusional dreams come true in screens, I sit, making deep intellectual arguments for causes that aren't my own, I sit, researching complicated **** ups and ****** withs the powerful inflict in their attempts to balance a system born broken and biased
Screens are our new ****** it seems, as we reject religion our screens let us forget that the world continues around us, or encourage us not to care
And I come to this self consciousness, this ironic hypocritical reprehension
Because I really enjoy what all these creative minds and years of work and beauteous ideas have given me, but with the same hypocritical tone, despise my compulsion to stare into pixels
As I indulge this self awareness, I know I will continue with the same mental obesity of consumption tomorrow
And there will be no hypocritical self evaluation, just self involved enjoyment
Until the moments come when I am left alone with my mind
Self conscious, reflective, feeling as the time has been lost, but my mind is too tranquilised with pixel and poster representations of reality to notice
This won't change but...
Maybe if I take some time to turn pages rather than press buttons, and stare at sunsets rather than screens
That self evaluative journey I've ignored and returned to sporadically in the reflective yet warm darkness would be less intimidating
And if nothing else, on those days where reality lies next to me filling my cerebral stomach with the undeniably existential
I might feel a bit better about those days lost to other people's stories
Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 7:24 PM UTC
She falls in love with rejection
The lack of attention
She may need an intervention
But it cant be prevented
The mere mention
Of self descension
Wraps her mind in a new dimension
She falls for degradation
And cant help her fascination
She is stuck in a contravention
Which leads to sleep deprivation
He is not easy to fool
She thinks in admiration
She is in love with rejection and his never ending reprehension
Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 7:53 PM UTC
our choices leave us little room to spare
as day and night in sequence go by fast
no decent case of dignity to wear
and vision that suggests more cause to fear
in the cold present than in the dim past
our choices leave us little room to spare
for reprehension at the sullen year
that it has been the truth is all miscast
no decent case of dignity to wear
we're all frustrated all thrown in despair
all fearful we will hear the final blast
our choices leave us little room to spare
for any of the goods that we should bear
since our great goal will never be surpassed
no decent case of dignity to wear
when we confront the enemy or dare
the final gate that victory's the last
our choices leave us little room to spare
no decent case of dignity to wear
Jul 22, 2012
Jul 22, 2012 at 1:39 PM UTC
Now, let’s take it back to the start
Rewind back to that part
When you started feeling a bit less smart.
When you started seeing things fall apart.
It starts as a tired thought
after a battle fought
For some kind of restitution
Against their reprehension
In saying “death’s an intervention
To an epidemic that is the creation
Of you"
You, muffled of all loud passion
They graciously etched off your pride with a quarter
And so you fought, and they thought you cheeky
They sagaciously set aflame your hair with a lighter
And so you forfeit, and they thought you easy
It’s too easy, it being you,
To hate, to hit, to abuse
K to the Y to the S to the please
They plead you to seize
A moment to hate to hit to abuse yourself
Please, please, cry a “farewell”
To this world, to your mother, to their satisfaction
Who cares, you're just some teen, dumb and ******
You thought a bang would get you a reaction
But you’re way too easy
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 11:58 AM UTC
All alone in an unhappy place
Where all the walls are mirrors
And ugliness is looking back
No matter which way I may turn.
There doesn’t seem to be a door-
Just only mirrored walls and ceiling.
The cold floor hurts my shoeless feet
As endlessly I pace in circles.
The crowd of people in the glass
Have followed me for many years
Behind the curtains - in the shade-
Never coming face to face.
But here they now encounter me
With looks of reprehension…
And all I have to offer them
Are bitter tears of sad regret
ljm
Apr 7, 2025
Apr 7, 2025 at 1:01 AM UTC