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Carly Bunch Mar 2014
they love her
they love her not
they love her
they love her not
does she have the right reasons to love such a love once loved by another
or does she have the thought of worthlessness on the tip of her mind.
should she jump for joy when she accepts the love being given
or should she wither away and hide in the darkness of her heart
should she believe such a lie as to be ones love
or should she fall for the truth behind the ultimate feelings
should she be scared to believe what he says is true
or should she follow her brain and not her heart and save the hurt waiting ahead
in the end she has always loved him but he has been blinded by society telling him she's not ideal
she's not the one
before the love can be loved and accepted by the other
it's already torn from the ones heart and given to another
one that's picture perfect
one that's acceptable by the eyes of the people
one that's not judged
by the personality
or the mass
or the pain
or the beauty
but by stereotypes created by the programmed robots controlling the minds of the ones that believe they are independent.
they are blinded by fake love
fake laughs
fake beliefs
fake feelings
they believe they are falling for one but in reality are falling for the other.
they want to fit in so bad they tell theirselves it's all in their head.
it's just a faze.
it will pass.
they will lie to theirselves and make theirselves believe that what they're feeling isn't real.
they will hurt the one true love they've ever had, just to be right in the eyes of others.
but what happens when the stereotypes start to change.
will they change their perspective on that person or change their perspective of theirselves.
will they start to believe they aren't good enough for someone.
that they won't ever be loved.
that they will always be alone.
will they be the one forgotten by everyone.
will they feel worthless and ugly and feel the only one who cares is the one they go home and say goodnight to?
will they turn into her.
will they finally feel the pain she's been living.
who knows.
because society will always judge you.
on looks
weight
personality.
it's like a never ending war between being perfect or not enough.
you can never win.
so in the end it was decided that they love her not and they never will.
YieShawn Scutt Mar 2016
My minds a jumbled mess
I wanna say it all but all I actually do is say less
I want superman to come save this here mind
But frfr. I think he's resigned
Or maybe I'm not worth of any of his time
I'm drowning in my own thoughts
We train ourselves to act the same and I feel like I'm surrounded by robots
No one will rock the boat
No one will actually stand by me and make sure that I stay afloat
Me speaking my mind to others can't be translated I just sound like a goat
This cruel world is blizzard cold and I can't find my coat
Or maybe it's too small
Right now I'm standing outside and I'm forced to say I don't feel anything at all
Even though we're all cold
No One will come clean and admit it and boy oh boy man is it getting old
I'm done forcing myself to fit into that mold
Even when you scold me because I'm divergent
I cleanse my soul
(breath in)
smell that?
clean like detergent
I'm done letting social acceptance control my life like Ima a servant
Being cool and getting Instagram likes really ain't that important
Wether you got fans or not don't matter *** the world keeps on flowing
Need to stop and think about it "wait"
What direction am I goin
What outcome in life for me is the lord currently bestowing
I wanna be able to look back and ask myself "Hey was it worth it"?
And be able to reply "ya baby you fulfilled your purpose"
Weather or not I'll become successful is a difficult topic
I stay up at night just thinking about it
Dreaming about it
Living it in my mind and I can't even stop myself
I scream and shout about it
No not literally
But mentally
I strain my mind on a daily bases
I feel that up until now my whole life has been suspended by braces
But I don't wanna be strait that's not how he makes us
I don't wanna be another boring book on the boring bookcases
I refuse to be like those faces
Those aliens who have tricked theirselves that what is real is tasteless
Trying to look like ken and Barbie sending theirselves on wild goose chases
You know what this world needs?
Not a revival we have no chance of a survival as long as we live on earth
It's like spilling spaghetti sauce on a white t-shirt
U can't get it out
it will never revert
This pitiful world is in chronicle need of a rebirth
Ston Poet Dec 2015
Uhh,Yeah.. I know times getting harder, but you just gotta get stronger, & keep moving on tho dawg, no matter what a hater gotta say **** em forget em..I said no matter what a hater say (**** em,forget em2)..Uhh..no matter what a hatter gotta say fucc em, forget em, no matter what a hater say (fucc em, forget em2)..Let em talk, let em hate man, They just mad at themselves, **** a hater, forget em, **** a hater Yeah forget em, **** a hater Yeah just forget em, **** a hater Yeah forget em..
I said **** a hater, Yeah just (forget em2)..They not happy with themselves, they hating for nothing man, ****, & I ain't got nothing but love to give away man, so Imma let em hate Yeah (**** em, forget em2)..Yeah , they just mad at themselves,.. They mad at (themselves2)..Aye..(they mad at they selve2)..Yeah just let em be  mad at them selve.s. Man, **** a hater , Yeah just forget em, **** a hater man, just forget em..**** em forget em..Aye

**** a hater, let em hate dawg, we don't stunt em, we don't worry about them losers noo, we just get our cake dawg, my ***** we rolling haze up, they won't make my blood pressure go up, no more worrying & stressing over a hater, ****, Yeah problems do still come my way, dude trials & tribulations, but I'm keeping my head up to the sky man, **** the drama, Uhh,..I don't wanna hear all of dat loud mouthing, shouting Shawty, I just wanna smell that loud (Yeah2)..we stay burning, we puffing 24/7 ***** non stop, our lungs don't clock out,
Uhh, aye They like to talk behind my back how I ain't ****, **** a hater, I just (forget em
2)..I ain't nothing like the past, I'm the future man, I'm way ahead of my time like hovering whips, Aye throw me the pass, Imma catch it of course man, I win the game for the team *****, real spit, Imma young legend, I'm very legit, **** the laws man, I'm playing the industry, & I ain't quitting ever , no man, **** a hater, forget em, let em talk they ****, I do my money dance on them *******, Yeah, Aye, Yeah, Uhh..

Young Ston the man, I keep going in daily, Yeah feet don't fail me now, my ***** I'm on a mission, **** a hater, let them ****** hate man, let them be mad (by themselves2)..They not happy wit (theirselves2)..I'm traveling on this route to wealth, I'm on this route to helping my ****** out that need help aswell, my ***** if you down for the cause then travel along wit me then dawg,No Wizard of Oz type of **** tho, **** that witchcraft magic **** dawg, forget the Devil, I ain't doing nothing enchanted,I'm changing the world.. While I'm chanting in these raps homie..

I'm very passionate about this ****, no hater won't get in my way & if they do that's their last day living, Yeah mane..Don't try me, I'm so blessed Yeah..God giving me so much favor, I'm not gonna be selfish, Imma share it, This song is for the people who spirit been down & need some uplifting.. **** a hater, forget em..Aye
I'm here for you man, I gotchu , we gone be okay, Satan won't stop us, Yeah I'm stumbling through these roadblocks, but I'm still in drive tho dawg, This is inspirational music, I'm inspiring the next generation future leaders, **** a hater just forget em..Aye

When I was younger it shoulda been more rappers like me, but its okay I dun stepped up to the plate, & Imma knock the ball outta the park..home run mane..**** a hater forget em..Aye..
I was so needy, I wanted my own ****, so I started writing raps, hoping that people will need me, I'm tryna save souls homie.. Aye for real mane..**** a hater, forget em..Uhh, Yeah
A young  ***** want a lil mama I can call my own, but **** I ain't that type of ***** that beg for some ***** , I don't wait for no *****, my ***** I handle my business like a grown *** men should (Yeah2)..
I got my fam, OFTR man, they all riding to the end, no to death do us part, we live forever, eternity, **** a hater, forget em, let them hate man, let them ******* hate, go get yo cheddar,

That's my motto,(**** a hater forget em.
3)..Aye ***** thats what I been bout man, always, I'm up in the morning rolling no mollies, & I won't go to sleep till the next morning, I'm on my hustle, I hustle so heavy mane, I get it outta the mud, like Kevin Gates,**** Life my ***** I never been a nerd, but they still picked on me when I was in school..mane, my parents could never afford the expensive brands, Aye but **** a hater Yeah just forget em.., they just mad at themselves, they need to smoke more **** like me, man, Uhh, yo I was such a bad *** kid , a class clown Yeah ,cussing in class & jumping on the classroom tables man, acting a ***, ****..

I'm still that same hyper dude now, but I'm more maturer Yeah,Uhh..my ***** this is spiritual food, I won't fool ya, **** a hater forget em, let em hate man..(Uhh, Yeah3)...

/(**** a hater let em hate man
2)..go & get yo cake Yeah/2


Stay praying stay,stay baking, **** a hater, let em hate man, **** a hater, let em hate Yeah, **** a hater, ***** forget em , Uhh, Young Ston OFTR (Yeah *****
3)..Yeah
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Nobody Jul 2013
In the land of Temperature
I met Thermostat - Thermometer

What does thermometer do anyway?
A thermometer tells you the temperature whether it’s cold or hot
But it does nothing about the situation it identifies
It only measures and whether we like it or not
What about thermostat?
Thermostats function in a way that when it senses a room is cold,
it quickly and quietly starts the machinery necessary to bring the cold room to an acceptable temperature
If a room is hot, a thermostat cues the system to cool the room
It restores the balance, it assess the situation and make a difference.
I named her Thermostat – Thermometer
‘Cause she can be a thermostat to others
When she senses there’s something wrong around her
She always does something to make it right like a thermostat does
Sadly, she can only be a thermometer to herself
She knows there’s something wrong with her
Yet she can’t do something
‘Cause she also needs a thermostat
A thermostat to make it right for her

It makes me wonder how many people out there
Acting like thermostat to others
But they can only act as thermometer to theirselves
Hoping that someday
A thermostat changes the situation where they are in
euphonious Dec 2016
I can see those dandelions
and how they were dancing,
to the serene bliss of wind
whispering,
unctuous promises.

though the dandelions
were confused,
as to why
the wind did that.

I can hear the wind sighed
and blow a gentle soothe
to those dandelions.

I asked,
why would they fall
for the ingratiating wind?

oh, dear.
how ghost-quiet it tasted?
as I put the question mark
back at the wind,
and hold those flowers
to keep their hearts save.

the wind
stopped blowing at last,
leaving every petal on their own
without lies,
without anymore promises.

all I can hear now is
the beautiful chorus of content
filling up as the wind,
replacing it.

I let these dandelions
plant theirselves
and grow,
without relying
on the whispering wind.
now the dandelions have grown,
with their own anchors.
veronica Feb 2021
in the end
people are really disappointing
aren't they?
it's like they make a few loose statements
just to make theirselves comfortable
but once we trust
they have no intention
to follow their promises
with action
When one writes of love
They tend to use these general analogies
To explain the sensations
You could sit there and describe
Exactly how love makes you feel
But without those analogies
The words wouldn't hold the same appeal
There would be something off

The reason I speak of love
Is that I am in love
Thoroughly a part of an intense connection
That make it so no words can find the right meaning
No matter how hard I try
I will never capture all of our love on paper
The love radiating off of him like heat waves
The genuine sense of safety
That comes from his steady embrace
Nor could I capture the danger
The side of my love for him
That holds too close
Feeling the wrath of his anger
Though it isn't for me
Purposely putting myself between
His anger and himself
My love for him propels me to risk myself
To make sure he's okay
The slightest drop in his voice
And I'm left circling for ways to help
The words to make the feelings true
Still lay out of reach
But I pray that he can stay with me
Until I find those words
Ending with an "I do."

None of these words I speak
Will ever stay silent
Though better are hiding somewhere
Deep in the distance
'Til then I'll write of love
Without the right tools
Except those old and used analogies
Running theirselves raged
To barely graze my love

So I'll write a poem.
It's been a long time since I've posted since I've been so wrapped up in being in love.
wordvango May 2017
I feel it arising
that deep down inside feel
my eyes clear
the pages  open
the words flow
arrange theirselves
in certain
configurations
and the paper
takes it all
like a lover you
met
long ago
Hannah Mackie Apr 2021
I spent my time letting my hands die in the arms of my own body
I broke the chains of slavery yet broke myself in the process
I drank my spit with a dry swallow and discontent for what that meant
My legs tensed and I, like most of the time, felt disgust with myself
And though this was new and strange
I’d known it for some time now and it wasn’t getting easier
My eyes welled up but not enough to form a tear
At least not at this point
And my teeth grinding at the thought of what was happening to my body
But again I said this had happened all too often
And lastly I thought of my day
And the whirlwind I was in that brought me to my own demise
And I wondered why this has happened so often
And each time a bit worse than the last or at the very least a horrifying reality
My fingers felt different than my own and my depression from what they said
Would be to blame but I thought of this much differently
And not in the sense that i did not feel depressed
Just in the sense that the only thing I knew how to feel was death
Death of a self or a hand or even a time in place that I could not accept
I thought that everyday must be like this
And this is why I felt alone or rejected
At wits end or neglected
Why I felt like no one understood or like I was the only one standing in a room
And even with no words leaking from my mouth
My cintrivical force still beared witness to the pain that existed around me
And though my confusion consumed me
My eye began to shed a tear
And my left knee buckled up
And even though my right pointer finger was not to be found
And ultimately made my teeth grind again at the thought
I still was able to exist
Even in this poem
Even in this world
I was here
And the tear fell down my cheek
And thinking of you made it fall harder
The hardest thing I’ve ever experienced Was in the eyes of someone I’d described my pain to
And their go to was to make me feel it again or some part of it to an extent
Their first instinct was to let me relive it through them
As if the pain initially was not enough to comprehend
And that’s where I come to end
This poem or this explanation
That everyone has something to prove
And if it cannot be done through them
They will choose your pain as a way to regain theirselves in vein
And to say this is a joke
Well my only hope
Is that you are not another to
Let my heart be revoked
Of its own truth
The mirth crease on my face,
Are the traces of scoff,
Laced in my heart,
The oath I swore,
I hold with pride,
And the throne;I shall surely ascend,

For in their minds are nefarious surmise,
Bequeathed by their fathers,
As an epitome of my exactitude,
And in the reverence of their supposed lore,
"He is powerless"their honored lingo,

"He is powerless"their honored lingo,
The webs I cast,
And crown the ravens on the orbs,
Somersaulting the flamboyance and alluring sciences,
In the follies of their fantasies and lust,
Their souls are clipped with taint claws,
And shooed into my den,

"He is powerless"their honored lingo,
In their temples and synagogues,
Are my dote ravens,
Quoting the collars of their scriptures,
And stalking their honored lingo,
In their desperations for excellence and deliverance,
Their minds and sight,
Are bewitched with elixirs,
To their satiety,
And drove in slavery,

'He is powerless"their honored lingo,
In their moments of quandery,
I hover on the corridors of their thoughts,
And whisper the "B" plans,
Brewing the animosities and cruelties among theirselves,
Carving justification for the aftermath,
But still;"He is powerless"their honored lingo,

Apostrophe'
©Historian E.Lexano
Trisha Mar 2014
I'm tired;
Of being sad,
Of being called bad,
Of being judged,
Of being scared.

I'm tired of being tired.

*Why can't people just be theirselves, instead of being the society's idea of perfect?
Random thought
D Jul 2018
There are fragments of my faulty presence that I wish could be forgiven for
As much as there are obsolete memories,
altering theirselves into agonising keepsakes

The trails I have been trying to erase
The past that I thought I've left on the rearview
The hurting
The fear
The abuse

I have been waking up in the morning
Pretending to forget that these throbbing occurrences are all that I am made of
This is not discontent
This is wound

I remember voices
The voices I've known all too well
I was so little
Accustomed to the sound of TV outside my room

A year or so
The TV was never on anymore
And so dinner was no longer served
And Mother was no longer sleeping
And Father was no longer home

Growing up
I've come to realised that things
Just like persons,
They were also able to grow apart

There was the night which remained the longest
The bed have never felt any bigger
And Lord,
Have I ever felt any lesser

It was three a.m.
I called out
Reaching for Mother
Even I remembered how I sounded

"Where are you?"
There was a split second of the most exhausting silence
Until I heard her distraught voice on the other line
"I am looking for my husband."

That night have changed any other nights
And I have been living with the constant pain
Of having felt that you lost something great
When you never actually had it

I had my years of continual dejections
Until now,
I am still learning on how I should stop feeling like I am in pieces
I don't need anyone
Trying to remind me why I am this way
Sleuthed Nov 2012
we dress our wounds
in sweet nocturnes
like pebbles in an hourglass
we shatter dreams in moonbeams
and fail to make these moments last
never speak to me in honesty
or drown me in your past
because i know, because i know
because i had always told you so
that atlas sleeps on soundless keeps
and shares his arms with the world.

wake up to my yesterdays and wait
for me to wander by, i'm there all the time
when you're not sure what to think
or if you're deserving of anything
i'm written in the roots of trees
and all the ugly little things
mushrooms from the rain that
dream to be clouds, and you always wished
they were proud of you
and i'm every little ghost in your broken home
the abandoned palace where parasites roam
and ask theirselves why as you ask yourself why
that you're loved, if they're loved.

and you're the second hand in my wristwatch
the clock towers that fail to spin you up
the raindrop on my windshield when i drive
but I've lost the will to stay alive.

you're the moments that i let slip
the glass i wrapped in aluminum foil
and placed in my broken fridge to spoil
why do i risk everything by risking nothing?
you were right. you're always right.
SUDHANSHU KUMAR Aug 2021
As the sun got off duty
The reddish sky hid itself behind a black curtain
Stitched with several shiny pearls
And twinkling diamonds

Some magic happened...
A strange round bright object
Appeared on that curtain
And illuminated the whole surrounding

Trees on the earth
Started dressing theirselves in blackish green
It was something weird
Because some flowers too, started blooming

As the nature started singing the song of peace and silence
Everyone overcame their plight
They slept under that black curtain, very relaxed  
To which they called the lovely NIGHT...
What is this??
Actually, I too, don't know what's this? 😅But 'd written it earlier and now sharing it here...
Lauren Young Dec 2011
No direction
no cigarettes
no money
nowhere to go,

stranded.

No sleep
I watch the people walk by
I watch the cars
and the rain

People go home to their families
people go home
and want to die.

Nostalgia.

Sunlight pours through the haze
for a moment
and sinks
away

I think of you
often
maybe too often

You’re ******
just like me
all me do is drown,
drown,
drown.

Lust drunk *****
waiting,
waiting to destroy
unintentionally destroy others
then theirselves

and weep
for the past.

There’s strangers everywhere
watching
questioning my motives…
a man at the table next to me give me the eyes

All I want
is a cigarette
one **** smoke.

Ah, God, I lost the notion
strangling,
tangling,
growing roots to my sick,
sad,
soul

The people I witness
coming into shopping malls
are like rabid animals

Wild eyed and gazing
targeting their next material purchase
to try to fit into society
killing off humanity with selfishness,
selflessness

Scared children,
holding their mothers hand
growing up to be fools
to fit into this place

With eyes like knives,
awaiting your presence
to rip your insides out onto the pavement
and ******* eat you alive.

In the car
watching
the leaves thrash the pavement
the breeze is hollow and unforgiving

I think, and I don’t want to be here
when the cold front blows in
and releases it’s chaos.

I’m so ******
half dead,
like the light in your eyes.

This is how people become homeless
This is how people make it big.
J Marzini Jul 2011
no one is real
all cares are centered around themselves
when they will smoke their next cigarette
who's lips they will place their's on tonight
what girl they will fake a smile to
what boy they will pretend they never loved
no one is original
all thoughts are synced together
shave half theirselves away in pacts
appoint the men they will claim
the girl they will blame

this has to be one big joke
and i don't get the punchline
CeilingStar Apr 2017
Come and go
Seasons barely touching as autumn transitions to winter
The passers by see devastation unbeknown to theirselves

A storm of leaves in auburn hues constantly plummeting towards the ground in every which way possible
All a gorgeous streaky blur as they advance through the graveyard of the world
Leaving every grave untouched as they float past

It's all noticed by the passerby
Perceived through crystal clear glass
Every single stark detail untouched and untampered
Seen as it is

On they watch
They won't admit but relief, gratefulness flood their beings
As they glide by
Feet above the marshy ground, soggy and trodden
They are not yet ravaged by life's cruel twists
Free from the plooms of smoke and swirls of mist
Judgment unclouded by the murky emotions of the graveyard

On and on they advance
Torturous sights behold their eyes
Past souls tormented by the weight of fate
Lives consumed by its deviating path
A gloomy and crooked path indeed

For the passerby: some knowledge
Make the most of your lucid journey
And when it shall end do not lose yourself among graves

For those tortured souls: continue as passers by
Do not bury yourself with your grief for it shall drag you to the depths
And it does not let go
Such is the fate of this life

But ultimately it falls upon you

KG
Years had come,and passed by
Like staggering waves
Rolling on troubled oceans
Yet,through all these years
You never bothered to look for
Or even called to ask
If am living or gone
When you know,
Now and then,will my ears ache
Just to hear your soft soothing words
For every word you have  uttered then
Had enlighten and brighten my days

I become totally a foolery of your glamours
And you managed to mesmerized me  by your magic
Then you spellbounded me by your stout love
No wonder,every thought of you
Excites my senses

But
Realizing how cruel
Love had grown these days
i sit in utter amazement
And watch red candles burn
As their wax falls and bades farewells to theirselves
Then i remembered the first day you said to me"I love you"
I've searched thoroughly
Through all books
Of distinguished literatures
Sciences and even religion
And leafed through card of motley sizes
Just to convey my deep-seated feelings for you

But
It saddens
Me so much
When I hear you spews
So much hate for me now
When you seat In the midst of your friends
Yet
All I had done
Was to love you wholly
And I still do now

I've become brittle
Like a rusting alloy
When thoughts of you
Drift through the lanes of my mind
At dawn,when I lie alone on these
Wilderness I call "bed"

Though
I know not much
All I know is am left
With the remains of your emotions
And I'm oblivious of their sojurn


It's
So hard to see red candles
Burn throughout the night with no end
When the flames whirls
In the midst of darkness and part off

For
What is it to be in love?
When all what
It brings is nothing but grief
And swaddle your very last breath
At the tunnels of it exit

Swollen sense
Yet full of nothing
When I stride in the darkness
Alone
With timed-bomb candles in search of what seems to be golden

Midnight Candle
©Linda Amony & Historian E.Lexano
My Loveliest Writing Pal,Came up with the idea...
and with a blink of an eye it a master piece
let us talk about that moment
where two strangers wake up together,
where reason is no longer dormant
and all the lust evaporated like ether.

and when the sun would rise
and shine on their lost bodies,
they would find theirselves dive
into the light's luscious *****.

because night is their secret keeper,
their key to a lock of dreams and lust,
while day is a cruel truth seeker
which none of them could ever trust.

you'd expect this to be the start
of a fairy tale, a long lasting love story,
starting with breakfast in a tiny mart,
ending with a ring in all its glory.

but then again, let's not be deceived
by the bare skin they shared
and the tension they relieved
during their alcoholic glare...

Because *** is just ***,
Plain and simple, like a treadmill run,
Having nothing to do with love
And everything to do with fun.
Vanessa Escopin Jan 2017
Our love story was unknown by many.
They never knew we used to love each other.
Maybe some of them notice us being in love.
But they keep it to theirselves.
Our love is not the strongest because we're weak.
We didn't say how much we love each other.
But we always smile like nothing's wrong.
I remember one time I was suddenly upset or just bored.
I'm moody but you never leave me.
We're lovers.
But we're not into commitment.
I don't know what the heck is called to us, being in love but no label.
Riot Jan 2016
people usually cut to show their demons where to play
i did the same on the inside

people usually cry to tell theirselves that they're broken
i do the same on the inside

people usually bury themselves in what they love
i do the same on the inside

while everyone else is messed up
cut
bruised
torn
broken
i'm the exact same thing
*on the inside
laura Mar 2014
Putting back my bike
Taking off my sneakers
Turning down my stereo

I'm drowning in my thoughts
Maybe someone is crying
With the skies right now
Together

I'm mad to wonder this
To know those people
To know who they are
To know their reason

Because
It's such a sad thing
How pretty peoples
Hates theirselves so much
ylruceiram Jan 2016
In a cold rainy night
The rain fell with all its might

Cold winds wrapped theirselves around my fragile form

Swiftly knocked the loneliness out and replaced it with something out out norm

The cold seeped through my inner self and  made me feel less alone

It brought me something I was hoping people would give

It brought me companionship I never thought it could provide

An unusual source of life
A weird outlet of frustrations Yet it gave me the comfort no person can give
IDK I just love the cold
kaitlyn Dec 2015
it's 6:10 in the evening,
i wouldn't prefer to be here
i'd rather much choose to leave.

it's not like i have the biggest choice.
though being with you,
is one of them.

being with you,
rather than listening
to boy bands sing
about how girls
should love theirselves.  

as i said,
i'd much rather leave
with you by my side.
brandon nagley Jul 2015
If a man
Strikes his animal's and abuses them,
Well,
That shouldst showeth the horrible DARKNESS.....
Of what he's doing,
To his son
Wife,
Daughter
And others around him.......
His disgusting actions given to his animal's
Shouldst probably be a sign to look a little closer,
At his family......
As tis I mineself
( not speaking for others) who wouldst forgiveth this man.....
Though I'd also be the one,
To rescue his family.......
And it sickens me to think,
A human being canst defend theirselves
Whilst a pup or kitten canst NOT............
We were sent here to protect ourn animal's
And one another as beings....
Not abuse
******
****
And destroy them...
It only hurts thine own soul,




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry...
Heather Wright Jul 2013
I wish I had wings
So I could fly as far from here as possible
I am tired of the attached strings
This world is impossible
I am only human
I make mistakes
The way everyone treats me is inhuman
I can never even catch a break
Everyone only cares about themselves
It never matters what I say
They keep there hearts to theirselves
Mine was always getting betrayed
If I leave this world
Do you think anyone will miss me?
Will hell unfurl?
I know that wouldn’t be
The end is here
My soul has been forgotten
The pain I can no longer endear
As the world begins to rotten
Dark Jan 2019
They keep asking theirselves why love is unfair,
But for me love is fair,
We can't accept that love is fair coz were scared,
Why scared?

Someone will leave,
Someone will come,
Someone wil break you,
Someone will fix you.

We're scared to love again,
Scared to feel the pain,
Scared to love the person who will come and fix us,
And I regretted not loving her.
Plsss give me feedback I am not really into english poem
fake is all you see.


An honest friend is hard to find.
Someone good hearted
with a pure mind.
So many faces
Doing their “task”.
Everyone wearing some kind of mask.
Hiding their thruth self
from theirselves
Insecurity laying underneath the shell.
Being fake starts in the mind.
Anything genuine nowadays
Is hard to find.

Shell ✨🐚
Jackie Mead Mar 2018
Nature is a wonder and joy
From tiny creatures to giant beasts
Weather storms from the East
Geysers ready to blow
Snails moving very slow
From microscopic bugs to giant turtles on the beach
Birds flying high and out of reach
Rainbows and Sunsets with bright red skies
Super blue blood Moons and northern lights
Sloths idly lazing in a tree
Bees, butterflies moths and flies pollinating flowers as they fly by
Elephants and rhinoceros drinking at the watering hole
Worms that are bright giving off a glow
Stars twinkling in the dark night
The sun shining strong and bright
Each creature differs in stripes or spots, tusks or horns, hooves or paws
Some have poison in their bodies ready to release in a bite
Some are docile creatures keeping theirselves hidden from sight
You have mountain ranges that go on for miles
Painted ladies making you smile
Whales with humpbacks and Sharks with hammerheads
Rivers that give creatures a place to call their bed
Swans that glide effortlessly and with grace
Flightless birds that can sprint and win a race
Monkeys, tigers, crocodiles and kangaroos
Bears brown and black, Polar that are white, Pandas and Koala too
Roaming plantations not kept caged  in zoos
Coral reefs keeping coastlines safe from waves crashing on the shore
A big wide world for everyone to explore
Waterfalls 1000metres high, water cascading and falling to the ground
Hydrating the grasses and plants that surround
All of this and more can be found if you open your eyes and look around
Take stock of the beauty outside your door
Recycle plastics don't drop them on the floor or overboard at sea, don't fly tip your ******* selfishly
Plant wildflowers in your garden and you will be repaid by a very beautiful colours ablaze
Attracting Bees and butterflies to your home
Teaching your children to respect and admire
Keeping the beauty alight and on fire
For future generations to cherish and see
Keeping nature healthy and robust for eternity
A prompt from another website got me thinking, hope you enjoy
Lonerblues May 2018
When someone utters your name, it feels as if hundreds of people are throwing darts against the base of my throat, and each time I try to utter a single word it gets harder

When I see a glimpse of the brown curl, the sun kissed tan skin I feel my hands lit a flame that ****** and melts the skin on my bones to nothing but the ashes of dead animal skulls.

And when I hear your voice..
The flowers that once bloomed in my heart wilt away and burry theirselves into a deep hole.

I hate you.
I’m not bitter.
God's Oracle May 2020
My overactive imagination roams tapping into the rhythmic vibrations of the Multiverse. With each passing moment I converse with my Inner Child "the pure spirit of freedom from worldly views able to only love deeply yet without favoritism forgive all trust all be kind meek and humble to all having a gentle touch towards humanity and their flaws" the Mature Man "a augmentation of millions of ideas, information about what we know and what we think we know about God and it's celestial hosts...combining reason, wisdom, discipline and complexity to what our Creator has made simple for us to understand believe live and abide by....forming a TRUE Relationship with his Only Begotten Son Jesus Christ" and finally our fictional and surreal yet real and "Instinctual Self" pure living conciousness the epicenter of where our child mind develops to a mature mind our IMAGINATION & DREAM Self. In between this transference I had a revelation that my Inner Child and my Instictictual Self where far much greatly developed than my Mature Self and I knew then due to my knowledge of the unknown had vastly growed in massive proportions. High price to pay though for being hypersensitive and deeply gifted with the speciality to bend energies visualize auras foretell Destiny Numbers and write draw and do anything I set my mind to doing outstandingly well over others. My overactive imagination couped with hypersensitivity and able to tap to spiritual dimension freely able to transmit healing or cursing to others thru words of power and Tongues Of Divine or Demonic nature have created a conception that I was born a Schizophrenic and to that I do NOT deny its existence within the inner mechanisms of my conciousness and perception towards Life and reality. It's true I am schizophrenic but I have learned to live with my mental disorder...yet I see it more as a Gift than a curse. Self pity, victimizing myself, self loathe, self deception, self sabotage and grandiose illusions created long ago by my Inner Child is what I deal with in my day to day basis. Visual, Auditory and Inceptive thoughts become real to me combined with excessive amounts of free time and sedentary lifestyle I choosen to adapt to molding my current situation I have become too comfortable with this style of living. Deep inside I want to do different I want to mature and be a full grown man and take care of myself but am so afraid of failing I have given up on trying something new for a change. My reward is slowly self destructing because I feel unworthy of having a different kind of life than the one am currently living. Am terrified of the consequences I'll have to face if I fail at becoming my own self sufficient person that I so much want to be. Nevertheless, God I pray to thee you will empower me to take on this challenge and change and become what I want to become a full functioning Grown Adult taking on a job, financial stability, a wife, couple kids and a happy life. In my case NOT all is lost but I have realized I do NOT like responsibility,  I don't know how to take the right steps forward to be what I envision to be but not all is lost I will keep persuing my dream on one day being able to become and be what I envision ...A happy full Grown Man Mature and wise enough to do the right thing. With God's help and me communicating my current struggles to someone I can trust I can start taking small steps on changing me and my life and lifestyle. So help me God. I realize that for me to finally reach my end goal is a lifetime of progress not perfection. Is committing myself towards doing something different and sticking to the plan layed before me. I have an extremely difficult time going thru change because am so used to being spoiled, taking the easy way out, living a double lifestyle and having ways to prey and use my gifts to exploit others vulnerable emotions and use them as pawns to fulfill my own twisted sense of altered life and reality. This I need to work on day and night to use my gifts to help others instead of how can I benefit from the arising circumstances and situations I am dealing with and what can I gain from playing with people's time, emotions, perception, and energy cues...that I can easily tap into and administer small changes day by day till they start to feel the need to do things how I want them to do it by implementing small radical shifts of change in their primal energy pool. Devicing ways to slowly set them to pay for their time being spent on being disobedient towards theirselves and converting them slowly to become more distant towards their Mature Self in time becoming more disciplined towards self perdition and destruction leaning on a touch of Godliness with extreme amounts of self indulgence towards this World and it's carnal temporal luxuries we all partake into practicing. I want to instead begin to heal them slowly listen more carefully and attentively empower them to be focused on God rather than themselves...on the spirit rather than the instant gratification gained from the temporal carnal pleasures and enjoy the experiences of a deep and personal relationship to a higher power that they can tap to and call upon when in doubt or need. I am NOT saying I haven't done this before with others either but when I have tried they push me away because their afraid of a pure change of mind heart and soul. We are all confined to a prison within our own minds and we are doomed if we don't release them "the mind" from it. True Love is what matters and with it we can truly change the world. May God be with you always. Thanks for reading.
My Spiritual Gifts. Self explanation of my own reality and how I deal with Life in my own way.
Salma Jan 2020
Do You like school?
Someone asked
I had to think
Before replying
Yes
I do
Because school isn't just walls and chairs,
Because school is our second home,
Because school is the reason you know lots of people.
    Maybe it's hard
    Maybe it's depressing
    sometimes
    Maybe...
    A lot of reasons can make me
    hate it
But no
School is something we can't skip
And I'm glad it's obligatory,
School is more than only learning
I know learning is important.
But besides
School teaches us about the world
It's like a free trial of the real world
We meet people of all types
We're forced to choose the right ones
Or at least who we think they are.
School helps us,
And teaches us,
How to fit into the society's cookie mold
School isn't paradise
...
Some of us
Cry theirselves to sleep
    Bullying
    Social anxiety
    Harassment
    ...
Don't we know about these things?
No,
We do
But we only care about ourselves
Because we're selfish
And if we're not the bullied
                      The social anxious
         We do not care.

Thank you
Thank you my school
Thank you for teaching me
That the perfect life does not exist
That there's no perfect people
That even your friends may turn their backs to you
School is a world
Not mathematics
Not English
Not French
Not history
Not Arabic
Not science
Nor physical education
School is social education.
And this is why I love school
Not just like it,
But love it !
Does that answer your question?
I know it's too long but...
VERONICAH ORINA Oct 2017
Why so tight on me?
Life...
I cry, I recall
All I did
And I am the one who orders peace
But does not find peace

Life...
How will I get up from here?
They will never comprehend
Why I reaped so little
Those who saw me toil

The song sang
That the Lord Almighty
Gives flesh to the dry bones
But my bones...
I fed them with all I could, I swear
But when they wanted to find connection
All my muscles disentangled from them

My infertile land...
I will call it that
I sow the seeds
And sweated while I tilled
From dawn till dusk
This maybe did not push it in my mind
That the seeds fell on rocks
...That they were choked by thorns
But how am I supposed to know?

Hurts hard
That I wasn't that plant
Whose seeds could disperse themselves
And work out theirselves to grow
...The science of barochory
Was never my experiment
Because everywhere
Was my energy, my efforce, my effort

Well...
They love the sun to shine on them
But it made my back crack and dark
Morning, noon, evening
I feel its burning rays
In spite of all that the sun...
Was reluctant to be
My companion in the league of compassion
Since I indeed worked hard but the sun...
It burnt all my crops!

Now let all my tear glands lacrimate
Let my mucus dribble down from my nose
Let my mouth stay dry
Let my lips be fissured
Let my legs stay confined
And let the palms of my hands
Support sobby chubby cheeks of mine
Because they are the only ones
That seem to care
In condoling my grieve
By VERONICAH ORINA
Written on Monday/09/10/2017
Shynette Dec 2018
I walked in this crowded place
Wearing simple jeans and shirt
Im confused
Why people looked at me
Did I do something wrong?
What are they talking about?
I looked at my shoes
I Walked without having eye contact
Then suddenly someone pinch me
"You're too ugly"
The words that make me sad
So people looked at me
Not because of what Im wearing
But because Im ugly
My tears fell
I run until I reach the end
That crowded place
I don't want to go there anymore
I want to be alone
I cried and hugged myself
Looked at the stars and said
"I wish i was beautiful"
People hate you
People will talk about you
People won't accept you
If you don't have pretty face
Now I know
I know why they distance theirselves
I don't have pretty face
Everyone says it all
'How many likes does my life get?
A question we ask ourselves
On a daily base
The youth of today is obsessed with numbers
From followers till likes
Posting pictures and captions
We do everything for the perfect image
Bad days can't be shared and
Smiles are obligated on every human photo
Hiding behind filters and frames
Friends are made but they aren't always real but
Long distance relationships are made and
Forever friendships are hold on to through the phone

It seems to be a bad thing
When we are on our phones in public situations but
Maybe the question needs to be asked
Why are we on our phones?
The change internet caused is big
Where one world opened, another closed

Some people are getting anxious with the idea
Of doing nothing while waiting
They get nervous of just standing there
Questioning theirselves what other people might think about them
So they scroll through their social media
Looking busy with something important
To just not get the spotlight in the darken crowd

Our thumb has made more miles
Then our feet already did
Comparing each with one another
Who looks prettier, who has the greatest life
Isn't it all a lie
Why are we doing this
Don't we know then that
Pictures never tell the whole story

Some of others are locked in the real world
Strangers on the internet can be our bestfriends too because
Not knowing each other is sometimes better
Than knowing them too well

Mental states and diseases are hidden
From crying till screaming
Emotions are locked away
Just to keep the social flow going
Life is like photograpy
We develop from the negatives
Judgements are so present
Opinions already there

Where did we learn to judge
One anothers bodies like this
Who was it that thaught us
That it's okay to be this mean
I mean, this is a hard world

In a group of people
While everyone is on their phone
Where is the connection
Why did we went so far
What makes the real word so hard
That we so often need to escape
People become sick of lying
Tired of trying to pretend
That they are alright
The pressure of being good enough
Of always being available
Is so hard, too hard maybe
Can't we just shut it off sometimes?

And whenever you think that you are not good enough
That the pressure is too much
I am going to tell you a secret
You don't have to believe
Every single thought
That pops up in your head
Instead, make your own story
Because it will be a bestseller

— The End —