Judgement

People judge, it's human nature. You can try your best not to judge other but it's going to happen.

Write a poem about judgement, it  can be about judging others, being judged, the affects of judgement. Two post per writer, no word limit, two weeks. Go.

"Dung Life"
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Justifying
corruption maintains
the status quo, lacking
true soul, loving those who
love yourself, makes one less unique
than a beetle pushing its meal uphill, eventually
rolling the other way, landing in it, they end up smelling like it.

The unwashed filth

This world of filth I exist, this perfect world conforms I resist  
   
These wretched beings.. and their manifestations..  
Their opinions and perspectives.. the highest level of imbecility  
The product of the media machine..enslaving the minds of the weak  
Ignorance has now been conceived..doubt leads them into fear  
And has now resulted in hate..  
   
I solemly stand by.. observing and taking their conceit  
What must be done.. what can enlighten the unwashed filth?    
Eradication.. a mass murder is the only answer..  
To make an example out of them  
Force back their fear force back their hate, I'm ready to eradicate  
   
These wretched beings.. i've endured their hierarchy..  
And what they perceive to be morally correct  
Their moralities.. subjective. Their minds..infected  
And target me.. the unique one  
For yes, I do know.. because of what I am..  
   
Ignorance begets blood.. these moral crusaders will die by my hand  
I will kill them all. I've had enough, of all these lies.  
And now I will clean this Earth  
These fucking leeches.. oppressing the great minds of the future  
We, the oppressed, we the die hard must endure  
   
The scum of the wretch, the vile stench - what's hot "Bio" spray  
"Sup Brah" one of them espouses, disgusting uneducated shit.  
I reply to him, to "indulge in your education"  
He calls me a "cunt", as he's unaware of the ancient Gods' name  
The ultimate compliment, warped by this social construct  
   
The unwashed filth, unworthy of enlightenemnt. Forever to remain  
 
 
..Unclean.

I judge myself so much
that I now wear a black robe
and white wig
all day long

"Pass On True Freedom"

The fear of wrongdoing
Set ablaze in brimstone and fire
Unbind indulgence first
Pass on the freedom to desire
Only when a choice is made
Can truth set a soul free from the liar
Virtue stagnates in church
When lessons are preached to the choir

The fence before trespass
Constructs a mountain to trust sought
Hands tied behind the front
Holding back sin but not the thought
With no choices to make
The battle of innocence un-fought
Leads not to temptation
But further from the lessons untaught


jj

"The Weight"


My shoulders hunched from the weight I imagine
Is keeping me from flying above the unworthy
The ground stretches out further with each step
Always leading away from failures still before me

Hunger strikes me in the hours before sleep
Allowing me to forget how I starve for my dreams
Leaving me to wonder if the visions that haunt me
Are nightmares or memories I wish I could forget

I can't hold a conclusion for ten minutes
While every thought fades with each solution
Wishing I could recall in that moment of clarity
What the answer had questioned me to find

Who can unburden the hands beneath me of my weight
That keeps the forgotten lifting me to the empty sky?
The one unworthy of faith and praise that held up high
Reading the book that recalls words of imagined Holy shit

I might see where I stand when the climax has calmed
I might see the storm was always mine to weather alone
Cracks litter the dirt under feet broken from the weight
Of unheard confessions and sins no one is there to forgive


jj

NecrophiliacVegan said:The unwashed filth

This world of filth I exist, this perfect world conforms I resist  
   
These wretched beings.. and their manifestations..  
Their opinions and perspectives.. the highest level of imbecility  
The product of the media machine..enslaving the minds of the weak  
Ignorance has now been conceived..doubt leads them into fear  
And has now resulted in hate..  
   
I solemly stand by.. observing and taking their conceit  
What must be done.. what can enlighten the unwashed filth?    
Eradication.. a mass murder is the only answer..  
To make an example out of them  
Force back their fear force back their hate, I'm ready to eradicate  
   
These wretched beings.. i've endured their hierarchy..  
And what they perceive to be morally correct  
Their moralities.. subjective. Their minds..infected  
And target me.. the unique one  
For yes, I do know.. because of what I am..  
   
Ignorance begets blood.. these moral crusaders will die by my hand  
I will kill them all. I've had enough, of all these lies.  
And now I will clean this Earth  
These fucking leeches.. oppressing the great minds of the future  
We, the oppressed, we the die hard must endure  
   
The scum of the wretch, the vile stench - what's hot "Bio" spray  
"Sup Brah" one of them espouses, disgusting uneducated shit.  
I reply to him, to "indulge in your education"  
He calls me a "cunt", as he's unaware of the ancient Gods' name  
The ultimate compliment, warped by this social construct  
   
The unwashed filth, unworthy of enlightenemnt. Forever to remain  
 
 
..Unclean.



Oh baby.. this is what i call a wedding proposal to me.. and i say yes.. i love unclean

"Clown"


He's probably been rubbing her cunt
all night, every night
securing a smile for his ego to hide in
when everybody turns with a smirk.

Most people are moth and light
but there'll always be more moths,
especially female
with scales under their plumped fir

and the more curve-cut glass passes through my hands
the more she glows.
She holds the look of a Vietnamese veteran.
He's as loud as a gun;
his tongue twice as lethal
and I'm stuck, puzzling this pairing.
It's not sex or drugs.

I talk to her like I'd known her for years
and her eyes remain diamond-clad, unflinching.
He moves closer to her
until she can't ignore his presence.
He's worried, sceptical, more so
because she's playing along.

We do this for the same cause, but different reasons:
she wants him closer for a reason
and I'm just drunk.
Drunk and bored.

When we'd finished knowing each other
he coaxed her to the door.
I see him open his umbrella and hold it
over her sculpted hair
and she kisses him
as their feet sail the rain home
together.

It hits me in the throat
like an anchor from my guts.
So I swallow the piss-like vomit back
to where it belongs
and flood it with survival
(whatever my pocket allows).

I button up my coat,
drag my shoes through the cold pools
biting at the rain
alone.

Devilish said:[quote-140782-NecrophiliacVegan]The unwashed filth

This world of filth I exist, this perfect world conforms I resist  
   
These wretched beings.. and their manifestations..  
Their opinions and perspectives.. the highest level of imbecility  
The product of the media machine..enslaving the minds of the weak  
Ignorance has now been conceived..doubt leads them into fear  
And has now resulted in hate..  
   
I solemly stand by.. observing and taking their conceit  
What must be done.. what can enlighten the unwashed filth?    
Eradication.. a mass murder is the only answer..  
To make an example out of them  
Force back their fear force back their hate, I'm ready to eradicate  
   
These wretched beings.. i've endured their hierarchy..  
And what they perceive to be morally correct  
Their moralities.. subjective. Their minds..infected  
And target me.. the unique one  
For yes, I do know.. because of what I am..  
   
Ignorance begets blood.. these moral crusaders will die by my hand  
I will kill them all. I've had enough, of all these lies.  
And now I will clean this Earth  
These fucking leeches.. oppressing the great minds of the future  
We, the oppressed, we the die hard must endure  
   
The scum of the wretch, the vile stench - what's hot "Bio" spray  
"Sup Brah" one of them espouses, disgusting uneducated shit.  
I reply to him, to "indulge in your education"  
He calls me a "cunt", as he's unaware of the ancient Gods' name  
The ultimate compliment, warped by this social construct  
   
The unwashed filth, unworthy of enlightenemnt. Forever to remain  
 
 
..Unclean.



Oh baby.. this is what i call a wedding proposal to me.. and i say yes.. i love unclean[/quote]

Ah Devilish, it's whatever you make of it. Haha, and unclean sounds good to me, aha.

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WHY DO I WRITE?

Why do I write
For a horde of ignoramuses?
Refusing to even consider my poetry
Because of a first fucking glance?
Really? You're an ignorant fuck.
Fuck your morality
You politically correct kike.
Make your assumptions fucker
No longer will I write to impress
Only to fuck with subjective moralities
You fuckers use to oppress
A horde of ignorant fucks
Without an original thought between them
Fuck you and your morality
I write to express my feelings
Nothing you'll do is gonna stop me
Rejecting your expectations of me
You've got the top dogs
Top of the fucking food chain
They get a good feed
Of lies and conceit.
Sit upon your throne of ignorance
You insecure bastard
You write to please the eye
I write to appease my mind
Obviously one of us is fucked
It isn't me.
I'm pointing the finger at you
And the fuckers who take your heed
A shitty fucking rhyme and all of a sudden
You're king of the fucking creed.
Whatever.
I feel the apathy kicking in.
Why should I write?
When you want to choose where I begin?
 
Fuck you and your poetry.

Why is it so hard not to care what people think

You say you're "brutally honest" or can you just not control What comes out of your mouth
Because the funny thing is, your only "Honest" when you're in one of your moods
When you're so freaking angry at the world you hurt me
Your insecure to me and then when push comes to shove
Suddenly I'm back handed from one of your comments
That I'm ugly  
Now I am strong enough to dismiss this as untrue
But when it comes from you
YOU
I question things
Were people lying to me?
Look everyone judges each other
It's natural, we were taught very young
Someone is the best, there is a competition
But I know when and how to say my opinions
I think about what I say BEFORE I say it
But that is to difficult for you
I could try and talk to you
but what good is it if you use it against me later
I can't just put what happen behind us
because all i hear is the laughter after you insulted me
The carefree look you had on your face
That is what scares me you don't even notice the impact of your "joke"
I was just sitting there biting my lip so hard, to hold my tears
Praying that people would stop starring at me
Wondering when this moment would be over, people could look away so i could collect myself
Because I am not putting on a show for these morons
They don't get to see the girl cry
See me hurt, as if they got to me
give them satisfactory
I just want to brush this off
But I can't
I don't want to care what people think of me
But sadly I do

What do you see through those eyes?

What do you see when you look through those eyes?
I ask myself this question often
Do you see a pretty girl?
A teenager with no grasp of reality?
A lonely girl?
A stronge girl?
Or do you look over me.
That i couldn't possible relate to you
That I have never felt pain
I have never had a tough choice
Or made a mistake
Been humiliated
Broken down
Why do you think that?
Because i look like i have it all together
I could put on a light smile on my face
Get through my day
Well maybe instead of judging me you should take note
Learn something
Everyone's got problems
The difference between us is how we handel our problems

WallFlower, you really must learn the difference between "your" and "you're".