"unjustified" poems
Before killing him,
your last moments flashed.
Those despairing eyes,
that begging grasp you died with,
and it hit me.
At that moment,
I finally understood.
It never brooded
you don't want me
to avenge your unjustified death.
I didn't know
you'll realize before anyone
I'll slowly embrace a hideous monster
and torture those who tortured you.
Eventually,
I pulled the trigger and fired.
I can't go back.
I've came a very long way
and can't go back now.
I avenged your death
and avenged my pain
and lost myself forever.
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 1:59 AM UTC
A man is like a flower
Starts with a bud
Blossoms into its nature
Natural ecstasy and perfection
In time it wears out too
Finally falls off the tree
A natural process
A natural phenomenon
Naturally the man
See as a flower
All the nature of being
To the base is the same
The intelligence the man puts into saying
That he is only the creature of importance
And everything in the world are the resource
Resource to be consumed by himself
Is the false flag he is raising
And is in the denial of the very nature
Anything which is resonant
And synchronous to the nature
Has the time in nature to the eternity
Whereas if not
In accordance to the nature
Sooner or later
On the verse of decay
On the verse of extinction
I see the human race is in the path of extinction
As civilization denying nature rather than glorifying
Human beings are far from the true essence
And are not synchronizing in the heart
Of the very nature
The so called intelligence
is what humans praise and glorifying
A lot full of ****
And it is a shame
We see the population of human species
To rise and rise
So may presume the statement
I just stated to be false
But seeing the thought processes
And so called intelligence
Is setting the human species
To a sense of decay
The step to the human race to demolish its own race
Is a unjustified intelligence in itself
The truth and laws of nature
Being in shade
Humans incorporating thoughts
As a tool of destruction
Rather than construction
In the field of criticism rather than motivation
In the field of extinction rather than sustainability
In the field of destruction rather than collaboration
And effort in maintaining the continuity
Of equilibrium and resonance with the nature
On the contrary
Making critics and complain about the others
Not realizing all are the part of the whole
Is creating a challenge to the nature
Going off beat with the nature.
We shall know
Anything not synchronous
And not resonant to the nature
Nature wipes out sooner or later
We cannot accept the very fact it is true
Even seeing our own life
As a child
The bud to the flower
The youth
The perfection in being and entire existence
The new ideas and new world
The fruit of generation brings about
The generation to come
To fertilize the seeds of the existence
The old age
To be renewed thoughts
Nature wipes out as per the plan
of its own
Accept it as a reality
As it is the truth
The sharpness of flower
Remembered as the youthfulness of flower
The bud is treated emotionally
With care as it is to be the perfection
In the time to come
The flower to be wiped out is respected
As it was once a perfection
Once roared the magnificence of itself
Upon this very world
The being-wiped flower doesn’t ask
For its claim in the now world
And indulge the new with its now state
But appreciate the perfection once it had
Make believe the youthful flower to blossom
And accept its own existence in the present.
Every species and beings
Are in the nature of being
We are no different from the other species
We are no superior and at the same time no inferior
To the other species
And not the other species to us humans
Everybody and everything
Is the part of the whole
The whole is the nature itself.
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 2:33 PM UTC
_1981_
They came in like diseased eagles; mutated
forms of those they wore on their chest and
with the change once again in the weather,
the ZOMO swooped in to quell what was
‘wrong’, what would bring them down. They
run in the streets as well as the miners,
running for different reasons and different
aims. I look down, out my window and see
the army helmets littering the street like rats.
Police. Rats.
I could no longer see a difference. My father
went to work that morning. I clutch my doll
knowing the chance of seeing him again is
Miniscule. Poor.
There is no more cereal in the cupboard;
there is no more cereal in the shop; there is
no more shop. The ZOMO set it on fire when the word
Solidarity
appeared in the window.
“We are closing the border for the safety of the People”
Incorrect. Unjustified.
For the safety of You, the Elite.
“Nine killed in mine shooting”
Which side?
Only the ZOMO carry guns.
Fascism. Communism.
I could no longer see a difference
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 9:40 AM UTC
The raged little blue eyed girl had so many years
from her past she has cried many tears
sitting on a bench with her dog Spot at her side
hair not comb wearing cuffed up hole's in my farmer jeans
Mother yelling, hold still for the picture or you know what I mean.
I sat very still with Spot at my side
knowing she was not happy nor satisfied
Please Mamma, why can't I have a pretty dress?
and look like a little girl like all the rest
I jumped off the bench with Spot at my side
The picture wasn't taken and again unjustified
I was punished and locked in the shed
Spot was laying out side the door
we were both looking through the crack in the floor
I could see him he could see me,
Felt like I was lock there for eternity,
If Spot was only human he could set me free
I'm locked up like a animal and he could be me
Laying cold on the old wooden floor,
Spot don't leave me, don't leave me no more
When I get older I'm going to run away some day
Take spot and find a home far away
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 10:50 AM UTC
Night has crept up
Like a blight on the perfect day.
I've become untied by the night's darkness.
I'm alone.
You my delight, have returned home.
You, now are hers, her knight, I am forgotten,
like a dream once awoken slipping into limbo.
Why do I allow this?
Why do I debase myself?
Why do you get the night and day?
While I get an unjustified plight?
When tomorrow comes I will smile and say,
"Goodbye and goodnight parasite"
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 6:26 PM UTC
When I look into the moon I see the only dependent part of me that still exists. Its as if the silence in her vocal cords spoke words of solitude. I gave her the only bio mechanical part of me that mattered.
The gears in my chest keep turning like clock work.
I count seconds into minutes and minutes into hours and hours into days. I keep thinking time is standing still while im still standing still.
I'm waiting, waiting on patience and as unjustified as it sounds I'm impatient. Dreams are just your natural thoughts heavily sedated, a sub-conscious reality based off the feelings we cant display them.
I don't consider myself a writer, I see the constant flow of words and as a kid it left me inspired. I'm more of the sub concious reality type. I drink coffee and outside of that I really don't have a life.
For me writing is self exspression without being judged by others.
I opinionate my feelings and organize them in ink. The papper is my empty canvas, my thoughts are my judgment, and the pen is the deliverer.
Sometimes writing is the only thing that can stitch my wounds, like the words curved inside my brain penetrating like the needlesof a tattoo. I wonder what will become me, in what paradox will I redeem the sum of me?
I just hope this bio mechanical heart ticks away. I hope people continue to be people with different mindsets and open steeples. I want love to be found and dreams to be created.
Kalvin Moon
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 2:20 AM UTC
I came across a fool today
hiding behind a profile
used for spite and hate
a pitiful soul
wrapped warmly
in unjustified ego
Words meant to hurt
did so, I fear
for his momentary satisfaction
a cunning smile twisted on his filth filled mouth
while the sun now threatens to leave my sky
it's light forever diminished.
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 4:48 AM UTC
Your softly spoken words leaves essences lingering in the mist, only to purify this unjustified burden of the ever lasting beloved love...
-Ethiiochick
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 6:55 PM UTC
Can you stand there looking on
As the innocent die?
Will you speak up for your own good
And for the sake of a life?
The guilt may not belong to them
An execution unjustified
The only thing to do
Is pursue the truth
And make sense of what's in front of you
When is it time to pull the plug
On someone who still breathes?
Who can decided when it's time
For them to be at peace?
Is it to act on their behalf
Or to act selfishly?
The only thing to do
Is pursue the truth
And make sense of what's in front of you
When is the exact moment when
A fetus is considered alive?
Is it merciful to abort it when
You know it won't survive?
Was it carelessness or misfortune
That has brought you here to decide?
The only thing to do
Is pursue the truth
And make sense of what's in front of you
Are we not all humans who may want companionship
And might be willing to take that sacred vow?
Then why are those who found it in the same gender
Told their love is not allowed?
Who is to say that it is wrong?
Isn't love what it's all about?
The only thing to do
Is pursue the truth
And make sense of what's in front of you
Where does it say that you can't have ***
Unless you are married?
It is your own choice and we must respect
The beliefs that each of us carries
For we have our own reasons
And circumstances varies
The only thing to do
Is pursue the truth
And make sense of what's in front of you
When is it right to start a war
And fight with bullets and bombs?
Religious scuffles and political disputes
About who was right and who was wrong
Does the world need more bloodshed
Or has it gone on for too long?
The only thing to do
Is pursue the truth
And make sense of what's in front of you
I ask you these things to make you think
So we can find an answer hopefully
These are issues we as one world must face
And though we may not all agree
We must try to communicate
If we ever want peace universally
The only thing to do
Is pursue the truth
And make sense of what's in front of you
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 1:31 AM UTC
~~~
Break the time like the twisted tins
on the shack
which had broken at the time of tornado
Squeeze out of the truth
As the juice of the fruits
The old saying
but the truth
Forcibly changed history
Erase from the mind
understand that false
The poem on the torn page
piece set of words
blowing together as a new blend
Just like the Rubik cubes to match
with wit and strategy
Man I
Still hidden inside
Persist - for defeat - burn and broken
Wrath - dreams breaking tension
Anger - failure to prove myself worthy of
Huff - your aloof exit
Boast - a liking to thee,
love for getting
- The ability to be able to still speak of love
Like to wandering away from the land of Stars
Unjustified
For no reason
~~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 11:51 PM UTC
We are the material of dreams
A constellation falling into place
We live on edges and whims
An exploration in the dim
Our cigarettes are brighter than our eyes
Kisses forced and unjustified
Our lips reek of haem
And our veins burst at their seams
We fall with a dull thud far from elegance
Mirroring our left of paragons
'Am I to last?' I remember me say
And you say crying, 'Your sad eyes gave you away'
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 7:54 AM UTC
The perfect crime
Is rather easy to commit
Each person's limit is one time
There are no victims in this
Because the victim and perpetrator
Can never be the same person
Everything is a controlled factor
And there's nothing to hold you on
No loose ends left untied
You can leave evidence all you want
Your actions go unjustified
Can't send you to jail for such a stunt
And though it is illegal
You won't have to run and hide
The perfect crime for all
Is simply suicide
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 11:04 PM UTC
This was a handwritten letter that wasn’t patient enough to wait in the mail. I am a supporter of writing letters.
Our world is drifting from the simplicity of pen and paper. We love to complicate things in life.
I hope this letter can be a simple reminder that there is happiness and hope, even in darkness that reminds you of ink.
The first time I saw you my mind raced to memories of summer days at the beach; campfires; the sound of the ocean.
I thought, “She has no idea how beautiful she is. It doesn't cross her mind that girls envy her and men desire her. She is too concerned with the sound of laughter, and how it makes the darkness step back.”
I make a lot of assumptions, mostly unjustified, about people I cross paths with. But I am sure you are justified in feeling like royalty. You look like happiness.
A fort in the living room that looks like a castle, and cookie dough that tastes like heaven. If the opportunity crosses my path, I would give anything to meet you.
If you walked in front of me, I would think you were a shooting star and make a wish.
Don’t change. Shine unapologetically. You illuminate the humans around you.
Admittedly, the desire to write this letter is still unknown. The desire is there and so here are the words.
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 12:43 AM UTC
Missy, Missy Mortimer
How does your steel heart beat?
Your bloodline oxidized by hate
Satan can’t compete.
Missy, Missy Mortimer
Who do you think you are?
A pure facade of intellect
Matched by your ugly scars.
Missy, Missy Mortimer
Obstinate, careless, crude…
Hell awaits your filthy soul
As you practice being rude.
Missy, Missy Mortimer
Insult; demean; degrade
The power you pretend to hold
In your foolish mind is made
You cast away the moral code
Or perhaps it’s just amiss
You justify your horrid ways
Your arrogance now bliss.
Manipulation, you hold dear
As if all cannot see
With precision you decide your mark
You aim, and shoot; well pleased.
Missy, Missy Mortimer
No warning you deserve
To crush and stomp on human hearts
Compassion; no reserve
Oh Missy, you may think you’ve won
A pin for your collection
You controlled and shoved me out your door
Unjustified rejection.
As soon as I can gain the strength
Forgiveness I shall find
Your ugliness is pitiful
But the Lord’s a friend of mine.
He watched you’re actions closely
He sadly shook his head
Your Father, He wants more for you
But on thin ice, you tread.
Missy, Missy, Mortimer
I pray you hear His call
Until then, you stand on the edge
Your back against the wall.
Mar 30, 2011
Mar 30, 2011 at 10:02 PM UTC
I've a particular bias
against words that don't conform to the way
that appears beautiful to me
Works that are right-justified
or unjustified
or rhyme too much (or little)
even just using bold or italics
I'm amazed at how I call what I make poems
and therefore myself a poet
and find nearly no pleasure in most poetry
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 4:40 PM UTC
Insecurity is a fast acting disease.
Pouring into every cell,
thickening the lens,
distorting view.
Erupt in jealousy,
tension fills the chest, breathing deep feels sharp.
Pick at their flaws,
make them feel small, tempt them to inch down to your level.
Do what you can, in every desperate attempt,
But the self disgust still radiates off your skin.
The unjustified hatred will
consume you,
convince you,
that you truly are the victim.
But it is merely a sickness that will eat you away.
Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 9:57 AM UTC
a little pitter-patter,
postponed the celebration
and clatter.
a little pitter-patter,
**** on our family gatherings
like it made no matter.
pit-pit-pitter-patter.
pit-pit-pitter-patter.
no screaming lights,
the night to
shatter.
boys went on before.
went to unjustified war.
felt the hot
pitter-patter
of hatred,
of lead.
old polititcians
produced
a downpour of pretty promises.
in the form of
"freedom"
"independence"
give 'em pride
and a rifle.
push 'em a trifle
to strengthen their hide.
pit-pit-pitter-patter.
pit-pit-pitter-patter.
postponed 'til the fifth.
so we could remember
dead boys
in convenience.
Jun 4, 2010
Jun 4, 2010 at 10:29 PM UTC
Discombobulated...
"Bob! You late Again!?"
Its not
A statement
You can make
To make her change
The date again
Happy Belated
Birthday celebrations
Embracing
Her forgiveness
As the cure
For your forgets
Forged
Your signature style
Across the lines
Of her smile
As you kiss
With the intent
To signal her bliss
And ignorance
What's in store
For her
Is distortion
This portion of life
Fused with confusion
Contortionist
Twisting
The body
Of lies
With the a prose
That matches
Her pose
Unjustified margins
Never
Crossing the red line
But riding it
Writing with a wit
That could
Split her brain
In half
You call it
The gift a gab
Emotions versus Logic
The verse is
Littered with poetry
Personified
As a woman
Mixed feelings
Remixed
And mastered
To produce
A new product
For you to accept
Instead
You neglect
Her
Collected thoughts
!Implode!
She gathers
The pieces
To gain recollection
Of what happened
To her
To you
To love
She battles
Herself
To win the war
With you
Tie the knot
For christ sake!
Or undue
"To hell
With you!"
She yells
Her voice fails
To really reach you
It takes
Two
To tangle
Not to tango
To tango
Is to dance
And you'd
Miss your step
Every chance
You get
She feels
Obligated
To feel
For her first love
Inoculated
By the drug
That leaves her
Discombobulated...
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 12:17 AM UTC
Wake up to the AA, never a day without.
look to the news, schools out?
Its only April.
Another protest i cant make,
another protest
another protest,
yet no change.
My youth being killed everyday unjustified because of people's hatred.
A threat he was
12 he was, 14 he was,15,16,19,40,36,32.....he was a threat.
17 killed today because of "bulling" i suppose, he was just ill an broken,
poor him right? right.
1000 more suicide a 1000 more hate crimes at its lowest this month.
more murders than anything against the people who just want to love; who want to live the way they want.
My friends heartbroken
families being ripped apart, wondering if they'll be the next to go.
Our leaders are full of hatred, making fun of the ill, no respect for the women.
because of that i no longer have rights to my body, not like i had them really anyway.
No means No,
but your distracting the staff ma'am that's against school dress code,
go home and cover up your collar bone.
I'm 14.
You'r making it hard for the adult staff... ya'know
The pedo's we hired to teach you, the ones that make YOU uncomfortable.
cover up,
that'a all we ask. ;)
yours truly,
. . .
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 7:36 PM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, I'm not a poet:)
a poet is an artist in cursive
a painter with one palette
an actor with a wary expression
a sculptor with ***** hands
a dancer with a broken bone
a musician with a mysterious ear and symphonious look
in common
what we create
is a glorious masterpiece in the eyes of millions
yet the creator is never satisfied
and the flaws in the rusted diamond is defied
looking for a define
left for the mind to eat
and the heart to fight
but presented otherwise unjustified
-----ravenfeels
Jul 3, 2021
Jul 3, 2021 at 6:04 AM UTC
What are words, but mere images of time,
Leafy similes that tend to rhyme,
Melodies that fade away to memories,
Written abstractions, proof of obscurities?
What are words, except strange tries,
To express emotions made of ice,
Mere tribulations, left unjustified,
Vague articulations that tend to die?
What are words, when I cannot find,
Adjectives, verbs, nouns, and signs,
That reaches the innermost, essential soul,
Of my deepest feelings, our very goal?
What are words, that leave you speechless,
Stunning languages, sounds, scribbled messes,
Answers of diction, silly confabulations,
Stirring tools, to test descriptions?
What are words, which reach the limit,
Text, talk, vibrations that fit,
The pieces missing, the definition,
Lingering in every other exhibition?
What are words, what are morphemes,
Speeches, utterances, lengths of keys,
To the secret reassurance humans need,
Sensations of steady expressions in a mind?
What are words, boundaries of lines,
Vowels, consonants, verbal binds,
A stem, a phoneme, a lexeme, a note,
On which we all deliberately wrote?
Feb 12, 2010
Feb 12, 2010 at 8:52 PM UTC
Powder of ashes like snowfall in winter
The air and army withered in a splinter
Smoky-grey flaky leaves dead and forgotten
Each cobblestone tinted and tainted
Things of dishearten
I stand in the middle of a big large road
With ashen embers resting on my lashes
My coat and tote limp from the bashes
People lay, some far away and some grey,
The death spell cast on all the bay
I feel a tug in my heart,
Shocked at the sight
Cursed fates for a deadly plight
I stand alone, guilty for having survived
No goodbyes or funerals to leave me teary-eyed
The carpet of carcasses in front of me lay
Left me with loud realization of a lonesome foray
I wished I were blamed for their unjustified departure
Or for my survival inexplicable in any form of literature
The sky now looks a faded rotten orange
With the embers settled like a thick mat on the ground
Suddenly the sound of tip tap made me jump
From my lost thoughts.
My coat and tote comes back to life
I feel a tug and around my calf a hug
The most innocent eyes looked up at me
And said, “Mommy, I want to go home please…”
Jan 22, 2010
Jan 22, 2010 at 6:43 PM UTC
I'm breaking down.
I'm going numb
running from the future
no solace in the past
I can't stand the way you two smile
holding each other in a loving embrace
and so here i stand
watching my veins bleed
I know i'm crazy
Feelings unjustified
I know i'm losing it
Anxiety and fear clouding fact
So i smile along
to the beat of the drums
I just want someone to see me
for who i am
the prying eyes fading away
i want them to hold me
in a sickening sweet embrace
and tell me that though i'm breaking down.
tell me
"you're going to be okay."
Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 11:07 AM UTC