"riskiest" poems - Hello Poetry

American Whiteness the greatest mental illness of all time even before they were diagnosed the world has become safer because the world finally has funded a wall around America a padded room institution where the dissociative disorder can destroy itself and not everyone else in the process the casual crisis is an emergency whiteness the coup d’état is wreaking havoc on the human soul domesticated whiteness riskiest to do business with spilling blood all around the world quarantine the biohazard whiteness on its journey of impunity when my family was most vulnerable to the morbid lust of the mental illness of whiteness we gently genocidally refer to as social construction which is really the deconstruction of the black human and the origins of humanity American American built by the pieces of my family glued and mortared by the blood and sweat spilled from them the most dangerous deconstruction site in the world biological warfare spewing leaking uncontrollably contaminating humanity polluting its evolution at war with symbiosis for the purity of fascism sake a coup d’état called American whiteness which is also been a long untreated dissociative disorder

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Feb 1, 2017

Feb 1, 2017 at 10:20 PM UTC

elan-bonde-gregory

cou d’état

American Whiteness the greatest mental illness of all time even before they were diagnosed the world has become safer because the world finally has funded a wall around America a padded room institution where the dissociative disorder can destroy itself and not everyone else in the process the casual crisis is an emergency whiteness the coup d’état is wreaking havoc on the human soul domesticated whiteness riskiest to do business with spilling blood all around the world quarantine the biohazard whiteness on its journey of impunity when my family was most vulnerable to the morbid lust of the mental illness of whiteness we gently genocidally refer to as social construction which is really the deconstruction of the black human and the origins of humanity American American built by the pieces of my family glued and mortared by the blood and sweat spilled from them the most dangerous deconstruction site in the world biological warfare spewing leaking uncontrollably contaminating humanity polluting its evolution at war with symbiosis for the purity of fascism sake a coup d’état called American whiteness which is also been a long untreated dissociative disorder

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*"Being an introvert in an extroverted world can absolutely be difficult." Came across this on some blog. Think it's more complex to be a mediocre, an extro-intro or an intro-extro... you can't go all out... you won't remain all in... you're doomed to be in the twixt. Yet the middle is dangerous... The middle of the Ocean is the deepest, the middle of the jungle is the riskiest... the middle of the garden of Eden doomed an entire race... for its existence... no driver would drive freely in the middle lane, most run to the climbing lane soon as they see it. Some say the Earth is trapped between Heaven and Hell... maybe we're a compound of Paradisal elements and the rumbles of the Hades... the pawns in the Chess between God and Satan, the Jobs in the bible of now... I'm a Junk of all trades & I'm afraid being in between trades makes me a master of non... I know too much and yet I know nothing... I am an extro-intro... I go out only until the plank starts to swing the other way... I go out until I sense the cold and quickly run back to the lukewarm betwixt for the hot is as fatal to my kind as the cold. Am not an Author and neither am I a poet... Am a "Poether'' or an "Auoet", Am not philosophical neither am I Theological...am "philological" or "Theolophical". I'm trapped at the equator... I'm neither an Eskimo nor an "Antactico"... Not Ugandan nor Kenyan... Tanzania can't claim me but there's yet to be a concrete East African... maybe I'm African. My point is some people think the middle is safe... but I believe different. it's my opinion if you want to be a piglet be one, if you want to be a puppy be a puppy for its fatal to be a Pipet or puppet... both are instruments... even their use is similar. My tragedy is am in between, am a mediocre, a pother, an opssimist, a philothopher, a ctranger or say "Ukantan". I'm just there... Don't be caught in my place... find a place to belong... no matter how dangerous and risky... always choose where you lie...always strive hard to find a prowess... Go past the lines for History remembers those who are unique... whether for the worst or the best. Be the last if you can't be the first...* **Everyone will remember Mabirizi for he knew how to be the last... And sadly everyone will remember Museveni for he's good at keeping his place. Who will remember the one in between. Who will remember Besigye? Who will remember the servant boy that cautioned Achilles against fighting the Thessalonian? Who will remember me?**

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Jul 17, 2016

Jul 17, 2016 at 11:42 AM UTC

ignatius-hosiana

Who Will Remember?

*"Being an introvert in an extroverted world can absolutely be difficult." Came across this on some blog. Think it's more complex to be a mediocre, an extro-intro or an intro-extro... you can't go all out... you won't remain all in... you're doomed to be in the twixt. Yet the middle is dangerous... The middle of the Ocean is the deepest, the middle of the jungle is the riskiest... the middle of the garden of Eden doomed an entire race... for its existence... no driver would drive freely in the middle lane, most run to the climbing lane soon as they see it. Some say the Earth is trapped between Heaven and Hell... maybe we're a compound of Paradisal elements and the rumbles of the Hades... the pawns in the Chess between God and Satan, the Jobs in the bible of now... I'm a Junk of all trades & I'm afraid being in between trades makes me a master of non... I know too much and yet I know nothing... I am an extro-intro... I go out only until the plank starts to swing the other way... I go out until I sense the cold and quickly run back to the lukewarm betwixt for the hot is as fatal to my kind as the cold. Am not an Author and neither am I a poet... Am a "Poether'' or an "Auoet", Am not philosophical neither am I Theological...am "philological" or "Theolophical". I'm trapped at the equator... I'm neither an Eskimo nor an "Antactico"... Not Ugandan nor Kenyan... Tanzania can't claim me but there's yet to be a concrete East African... maybe I'm African. My point is some people think the middle is safe... but I believe different. it's my opinion if you want to be a piglet be one, if you want to be a puppy be a puppy for its fatal to be a Pipet or puppet... both are instruments... even their use is similar. My tragedy is am in between, am a mediocre, a pother, an opssimist, a philothopher, a ctranger or say "Ukantan". I'm just there... Don't be caught in my place... find a place to belong... no matter how dangerous and risky... always choose where you lie...always strive hard to find a prowess... Go past the lines for History remembers those who are unique... whether for the worst or the best. Be the last if you can't be the first...* **Everyone will remember Mabirizi for he knew how to be the last... And sadly everyone will remember Museveni for he's good at keeping his place. Who will remember the one in between. Who will remember Besigye? Who will remember the servant boy that cautioned Achilles against fighting the Thessalonian? Who will remember me?**

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Honey you must be High risk, high return ;) I've lent you my love But you'll most likely be a bad debt I'll have to write off You've got a high risk of default You're not a public offer Won't give me the disclosures I need Darling you're private debt And the riskiest type Babe, you're the riskiest investment A structured product Only the most accredited investor Can afford your risk Im only a retail consumer Barely making ends meet But you're a bad boy Risky And I'm nothing, if not risk-seeking

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Jul 3, 2018

Jul 3, 2018 at 3:20 PM UTC

Pseudonym96

Flirty Finance

Honey you must be High risk, high return ;) I've lent you my love But you'll most likely be a bad debt I'll have to write off You've got a high risk of default You're not a public offer Won't give me the disclosures I need Darling you're private debt And the riskiest type Babe, you're the riskiest investment A structured product Only the most accredited investor Can afford your risk Im only a retail consumer Barely making ends meet But you're a bad boy Risky And I'm nothing, if not risk-seeking

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Feeding the past only nourishes the demons of the future Every second is a step into a better future and away from your troubled past Scars are powerful reminders of life's riskiest adventures Stand today for a stronger tomorrow

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Jan 11, 2016

Jan 11, 2016 at 12:39 PM UTC

mimi-kurpier

Every Passing Moment

Feeding the past only nourishes the demons of the future Every second is a step into a better future and away from your troubled past Scars are powerful reminders of life's riskiest adventures Stand today for a stronger tomorrow

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Theres a saying that goes, "once you've made your bed, lay in it." I supposed I've made my bed, My choices were the mattress, My dark desires were the sheets, My secrets were the pillows I slept on, My thoughts covered me like my blanket. Frankly my bed was better left alone, It was better before you climbed in, The sheets ruffled, The blanket pulled back, The mattress bowing in beside me. I could hear the crumple of the pillow as you rest your head upon my secrets and covered yourself in my thoughts. You took my dark desires and made yourself apart of them. I allowed you to come into my bed And I guess that's why my mattress Is so heavy. You were the riskiest choice I had made and you piled on, Sank into a dark desire, Became hidden away in the pillow you occupied, Covering me like the Warmth You once provided. You became the bed I slept in, Rolled upon, Never let me leave. Why I had spent so long amongst the bed you helped make always made me wonder why. Your scent was a permanent fixture, An added amusement to my suffering.

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Jun 7, 2017

Jun 7, 2017 at 8:56 PM UTC

WritersGreed

Untitled.

Theres a saying that goes, "once you've made your bed, lay in it." I supposed I've made my bed, My choices were the mattress, My dark desires were the sheets, My secrets were the pillows I slept on, My thoughts covered me like my blanket. Frankly my bed was better left alone, It was better before you climbed in, The sheets ruffled, The blanket pulled back, The mattress bowing in beside me. I could hear the crumple of the pillow as you rest your head upon my secrets and covered yourself in my thoughts. You took my dark desires and made yourself apart of them. I allowed you to come into my bed And I guess that's why my mattress Is so heavy. You were the riskiest choice I had made and you piled on, Sank into a dark desire, Became hidden away in the pillow you occupied, Covering me like the Warmth You once provided. You became the bed I slept in, Rolled upon, Never let me leave. Why I had spent so long amongst the bed you helped make always made me wonder why. Your scent was a permanent fixture, An added amusement to my suffering.

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