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Open the eyes of the pawns
Paid mercenaries
These are not riots
This violence is all paid for
You have sold your souls You have sold your souls You have sold your souls You have sold your souls You have sold your souls
You are stirred up pawns
You have been pawns For a long, long time
Voter puppets of the democratic party Not ever expected to think for yourself So easily used And manipulated
Kept in a different type Of slavery
Shaped and honed and fed Like cattle In a stall
To be used only as Inseminators (let's create more voters)
Not allowed to be fathers (let's kill the family) (family? ) ( what's that? )
Fatherhood A forgotten trait Only progenitors Raised by generations of women On the dole Fathers not allowed In the home
Used, used, used Can't Won't See it!
Stirred up in the cauldron of anger
Who are the real haters???
??? ??? whose lives matter??? ???
Only those killed and used for media attention
And believe me, they are used by everyone From the president on down
Never waste a good crisis And When necessary Create One
Do the large numbers Of Brother killing brother Matter?
And why not?
We don't hear about those numbers On the nightly news
Guess those lives must not matter
Do the lives lost The babies killed The genocide of planned parenthood One in every neighborhood Do they matter?
Do they matter? Do they matter? Do they matter? Do they matter? Do they matter? Do they matter?
No one speaks of them
Why not? Why not? Why not? Why not? Why not? Why not?
Because brother against brother And baby genocide Don't matter To the media
HELLO!!!
They all fall in line with Bill Gates Population control Anyway
Only the deaths Used for Exploitive Incendiary Political purposes Matter
To the elitists The George Soros types And the media
Pawns=slaves Pawns=slaves Pawns=slaves Pawns=slaves Pawns= slaves Pawns=slaves
Generations of pawns Whose usefulness Will soon be over Being used one more time To start all these fires
Where will these pawns be When the fires go out?
Who will bother To pay them To feed them Then?
Their usefulness To massa' Will be over Then.
I cry for the pawns For my brothers and sisters For all the fatherless Children.
A life is worth so much more. A life is worth so much more. A life is worth so much more. A life is worth so much more. A life is worth so much more. A life is worth so much more.
A life is worth so much A life is worth so A life is worth A life is A life A . . . . .
Cj 2016
Author: Cynthia Jean | 0 | Date: 06/04/2020 |
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№ 1208668
Open eyes
This is our humanity Our lifeless known society On money, we feed Our lungs filled with greed The sky smog gray Streetlights can't light a way
Mother earth dies Cleaning up the messy ties Somewhere out in the woods Swallowing rotten mundane corpses In both sea and land With the use of soil and sand
We are, within, Depending on a layer so thin Knowing it's condition Forcing cures and fixes to happen In ways so simple It wouldn't repair in any angle
There is nothing to do but complain For you cannot merely fix what has already been broken
Author: 奇妙な | 0 | Date: 05/04/2020 |
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№ 1208549
An Open Letter to my Abuser's Mother
Dear you, I miss you. The name of a spice that smells so sweetly in the spring Your name was so fitting.
Dear you, How are you? I live in my own pain that smells like a sewage plant You have nothing do with it You were always kind.
Dear you, How dare you be so kind? How dare you believe me The person who accused your son of being a child molester? Although, I never spoke poison Everything I said was true Why did you believe me?
Dear you, I had trouble believing myself. Knowing this happened I detached so eloquently from the event For seven years I formed an alter ego In which I could live comfortably
Dear you, Are you comfortable? I really do hope I didn't tear your family apart As I seem to be so privy at Why, just look at mine. I played a heavy hand in the way It's pretty fucked up
Dear you, You are the only person who didn't treat me like a fuck up When you had every reason to You never blamed me You apologized for him So why am I still holding onto this guilt? Why am I so ashamed to see you? Why am I so fearful? Because, even though you never blamed me I have always blamed myself.
Author: Sarah Frances | 0 | Date: 05/04/2020 |
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№ 1207550
Open Letter To God
Hello, Although I don't know you The way that you know me Your book says that you know Every little thing And if this is true I find this hard to believe Because of the way humans are And the things in the book seem so bizarre And so hard to believe It makes me really confused And sort of baffles me I am a sinner there is no doubt Everyone seems to be But if you're truly there Then you know exactly why Your the one who created me In your very own liking Which only confuses me more And seems somewhat frightening All I know is although I sin It seems to be part of life Love is the only reason I live To give with such delight I'm sure you know what I mean If this is all so real And if I end up in the other place It will be unjustly I feel
Author: Pure LOVE | 0 | Date: 04/04/2020 |
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№ 1207002
Eyes are open, wide awake!
I can see more clearly often in the blackest of nights. The hush of nightfall has a silence that speaks to me and shows me sights that others may only believe to exist in dreams or haunted nightmares.
Author: Kate Rebecca Hopwood | 0 | Date: 04/04/2020 |
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№ 1206808
Open eyes
I've never found the season nor the universe around That kept the childish round around The system sounds of echoes calming circles The carousels the only being that of us Banding together in circus wheels The return the gaze of delightful Open eyes
Author: wordvango | 0 | Date: 04/04/2020 |
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№ 1206333
I Don't Open it Anymore
There is a box On the top shelf In the corner of my closet That I have to climb if I want to reach it
It is filled with everything left over from us
I don't open it anymore Most weeks go by and I forget it's even there
I hope you're happy And I hope sometimes you think about me too
Author: Savannah Charlish | 0 | Date: 03/04/2020 |
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№ 1206131
The Open Doors
When you're gone I wonder when you'll start hating me When you're with me I'm scared I'm not good enough When I touch you I expect you to tell me to stop When you kiss me I think you don't Know what you're doing When you sigh I know You're tired of me
My memories of you are of things that surround you You smell like your car And the shampoo I watched you apply In your bathroom sink from your bedroom floor You say it's not right but the sweat from your armpits Delights me as much as the scents you apply
You're smooth and unblemished like china I scraped that perfection away With vine fingers I scratched you I am a scar on your perfect identity
You take what you want and give up what you must You're generous but know when to play close to the chest You're patient, you can get what you need
If I think too hard I'll do what I always do Lose you by gripping too tightly I want to constrict you when you lay beside me The closer you wriggle, The further I slip Into jealous obsession And lustful possession
We're wasting each other's time, But we had time to spare We're better than nothing, it's true I love you in spite of my doubts but I can't help Expecting you to leave any minute
We don't even see eye to eye on the things which Concern me the most, But I can't say it matters We've opened the doors and accepted each other There's no reason for us to turn back
Soon I'll have done what I always do Driven you away or bored you "It can't be neverending, " My fearful mind tells me, "You'll fuck it all up before long" And my self righteous sense says You're not worth the effort You're hopeless and fit to discard My jealousy wants you to give up your lovers Surrender your body to me My loneliness hopes you won't leave and it cries When you go to your own bed at night My evil will wants you to drink yourself silly And bend to my twisted demands My shy side just hides in the bathroom and dreams Of your smile, the blue of your eyes My paranoid whimsy draws lines from your picture To names dates and far out ideas I'm sure you could be only my imagination For you look like my fantasy girls
I magicked you out of the footnotes And into the body of text And now you are key to the story And I don't know what happens next
I see you appear in distant past dreams I fill in my memories with you We walked the same earth for two decades Together we walk from now on My intuition left me so long ago And you say it never existed I hope my heart can be reopened But I don't really mind if I'm dead when I die
To perish beside you would simply life To be flattened together as one We'd wake when our spirits were ready to dance And we'd create EVERYTHING
Author: Owen Phillips | 0 | Date: 03/04/2020 |
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