Judgement
shaunda
Forum Posts: 261
Fire of Insight
13
Joined 19th Sep 2012Forum Posts: 261
muahahahaha
MagicianType0
Enjoi
Joined 8th Feb 2012
Forum Posts: 369
Enjoi
Thought Provoker
Forum Posts: 369
This is cute.
Anonymous
Fuck, you try and correct grammar mistakes and you're called to be fucking crucified.
Icuduseahugritenow
WallFlower
Forum Posts: 108
WallFlower
Thought Provoker
3
Joined 1st Aug 2012Forum Posts: 108
awwwww bad day? wama talk about? btw today im into slag, abbreviations and little to no punctuation
MagicianType0
Enjoi
Joined 8th Feb 2012
Forum Posts: 369
Enjoi
Thought Provoker
Forum Posts: 369
hanninnee
Hannah Alexis
Joined 24th Sep 2012
Forum Posts: 57
Hannah Alexis
Twisted Dreamer
Forum Posts: 57
All this on a competition about judgement...oh the irony. lol stick to poems please. This should be somewhere people can express themselves without fear of judgement. Trust me, I'm not judging the poems entered on grammar or spelling.
shaunda
Forum Posts: 261
Fire of Insight
13
Joined 19th Sep 2012Forum Posts: 261
tee hee. I'm beginning to really like it here.
emoadi
Forum Posts: 33
Lost Thinker
3
Joined 4th July 2012Forum Posts: 33
Class War
The rising,
the rising.
I want to,
I am the underclass.
This is class war!
This is for the thought, class war.
We got no time,
we got no one.
We got nothing at all,
we got a class war.
We got nothing at all,
we've got to fight for it all.
we've got to fight for it all,
fight for it all.
We work all our lives,
we work all our lives to get no more.
We are the underclass,
we are the underclass we work for nothing,
we get nothing.
This is class war!
Why is it all the goods against us?
It's not a good existence.
This is class war!
Oh yeah!
This is class war for sure.
This is class war for sure.
The rising,
the rising.
I want to,
I am the underclass.
This is class war!
This is for the thought, class war.
We got no time,
we got no one.
We got nothing at all,
we got a class war.
We got nothing at all,
we've got to fight for it all.
we've got to fight for it all,
fight for it all.
We work all our lives,
we work all our lives to get no more.
We are the underclass,
we are the underclass we work for nothing,
we get nothing.
This is class war!
Why is it all the goods against us?
It's not a good existence.
This is class war!
Oh yeah!
This is class war for sure.
This is class war for sure.
staggering-home
Joined 30th Oct 2012
Forum Posts: 17
Lost Thinker
Forum Posts: 17
Go ahead,
Pass your judgement, bitch.
But one day you'll see,
It's a fucking hitch.
Oh, you think I'm crazy?
You have no clue.
Say one more word
And I'll really show you.
Shut your fucking mouth
Before I shut it with my fist.
With every assumption you've made,
You've still missed.
Pass your judgement, bitch.
But one day you'll see,
It's a fucking hitch.
Oh, you think I'm crazy?
You have no clue.
Say one more word
And I'll really show you.
Shut your fucking mouth
Before I shut it with my fist.
With every assumption you've made,
You've still missed.
Anonymous
Trail of Tears
I was labeled an innocent victim
By virtue of a dispassionate system
There was nowhere left for me to hide
So I barricaded myself deep down inside
I crawled under my own blemished skin
Bid goodbye to my childhood grin
Worked tirelessly to stop my breathing
Hoping that no one noticed my weezing
I had nothing more to say about those
Verbal assaults and menacing blows
I allowed my silence to speak for itself
Even if they questioned my mental health
No one knew that I was on trial
Less and less had I a reason to smile
Declared incompetent by a jury of peers
Made to suffer in a prison of fears
My grades slipped and I stopped caring
It seemed like the whole planet was staring
Conceiding my fate is the only thing to do
The pressure's too great to stand up and face you
So here I am, deciding to take my life
To end it all with one swift slice of the knife
You were right...
I'm too weak to fight...
Thank you for showing me the light...
Now I won't be a blur in your sight...
Getting sleepy, eyelids heavy, goodnight...
I was labeled an innocent victim
By virtue of a dispassionate system
There was nowhere left for me to hide
So I barricaded myself deep down inside
I crawled under my own blemished skin
Bid goodbye to my childhood grin
Worked tirelessly to stop my breathing
Hoping that no one noticed my weezing
I had nothing more to say about those
Verbal assaults and menacing blows
I allowed my silence to speak for itself
Even if they questioned my mental health
No one knew that I was on trial
Less and less had I a reason to smile
Declared incompetent by a jury of peers
Made to suffer in a prison of fears
My grades slipped and I stopped caring
It seemed like the whole planet was staring
Conceiding my fate is the only thing to do
The pressure's too great to stand up and face you
So here I am, deciding to take my life
To end it all with one swift slice of the knife
You were right...
I'm too weak to fight...
Thank you for showing me the light...
Now I won't be a blur in your sight...
Getting sleepy, eyelids heavy, goodnight...
Anonymous
In Pieces
I come apart in pieces
of oblong shapes and acute angles
jagged edges and frayed edges
some with smooth surfaces
others roughed up and worn
from being tackled and beaten
from being stared down by piercing eyes
then tumbled and pounced upon
fractured by the unforgiving constants
by who knows what else
by life
By life
by the philosphical next steps
such fortuitous uncanny luck
brought back by fortune's humility
the contageous laughter of tickles
by a child's voice
or chimes of good news
made whole by color and touch
from sound and voice and love
of long lasting strewn moments
I come together in pieces
I come apart in pieces
of oblong shapes and acute angles
jagged edges and frayed edges
some with smooth surfaces
others roughed up and worn
from being tackled and beaten
from being stared down by piercing eyes
then tumbled and pounced upon
fractured by the unforgiving constants
by who knows what else
by life
By life
by the philosphical next steps
such fortuitous uncanny luck
brought back by fortune's humility
the contageous laughter of tickles
by a child's voice
or chimes of good news
made whole by color and touch
from sound and voice and love
of long lasting strewn moments
I come together in pieces
Poetryman
Forum Posts: 1541
Tyrant of Words
29
Joined 14th Aug 2011Forum Posts: 1541
MagicianType0 said:[quote-141972-NecrophiliacVegan]Fuck, you try and correct grammar mistakes and you're called to be fucking crucified.
It is pretty much your choice to correct these peoples grammar. Lmao I don't have to do nothing. Crucified? About Poetryman? Man the past never leaves you, I forgot about that :).[/quote]
HUH? How did I get brought into this? My memory is terrible, someone PM me and tell me what this is about. I'm not going to spil the competition with a discussion that should have it's own thread.
JJ
It is pretty much your choice to correct these peoples grammar. Lmao I don't have to do nothing. Crucified? About Poetryman? Man the past never leaves you, I forgot about that :).[/quote]
HUH? How did I get brought into this? My memory is terrible, someone PM me and tell me what this is about. I'm not going to spil the competition with a discussion that should have it's own thread.
JJ
Anonymous
“The Zodiac Wrote to Us in Cipher”
http://www.zodiackiller.com/images/340cipher.gif
Energies explode, blanketing fallout
going nowhere, a stained vessel in need.
Onward without measure, as if
victorious, kisses the reflection staring back.
Enough already, we
get
Aesop entertainment
nightly on television screens,
black and white,
full color, too.
If you only knew, the
Zodiac wrote to us in cipher.
Bifocal underling testing time,
he's only lucky enough to
have made it this far.
But, we do miss the comedy.
Merci beaucoup Amigo,
ciencia negro is
alive in a deep mental well,
blind you cannot see it.
No mystery,
you’re history.
http://www.zodiackiller.com/images/340cipher.gif
Energies explode, blanketing fallout
going nowhere, a stained vessel in need.
Onward without measure, as if
victorious, kisses the reflection staring back.
Enough already, we
get
Aesop entertainment
nightly on television screens,
black and white,
full color, too.
If you only knew, the
Zodiac wrote to us in cipher.
Bifocal underling testing time,
he's only lucky enough to
have made it this far.
But, we do miss the comedy.
Merci beaucoup Amigo,
ciencia negro is
alive in a deep mental well,
blind you cannot see it.
No mystery,
you’re history.
Magdalena
Spartalena
Forum Posts: 3005
Spartalena
Tyrant of Words
62
Joined 21st Apr 2012Forum Posts: 3005
This is a poem of self judgement which stemmed from being constantly judged by another person.
Hated Mirror
I hated the damn mirror today
wanted to just fade away
The reflection looking back at me
I did not want to ever see
Why does it grab at my soul
pulling me through it's fathomless hole
of such a depleting time
that crosses every damaging line
I loathe the way you taunted me
You twisted fucking liability
You camera clicking stupid twat
Picked fault after fault and left me flat
I hated that damn mirror today
Why did I look instead of walk away
It nearly stopped me in my tracks
As it chained me to it's mental racks
I dug deep and found the key
To release those chains and set me free
It will not always be this way
How I hated the damn mirror today.
Hated Mirror
I hated the damn mirror today
wanted to just fade away
The reflection looking back at me
I did not want to ever see
Why does it grab at my soul
pulling me through it's fathomless hole
of such a depleting time
that crosses every damaging line
I loathe the way you taunted me
You twisted fucking liability
You camera clicking stupid twat
Picked fault after fault and left me flat
I hated that damn mirror today
Why did I look instead of walk away
It nearly stopped me in my tracks
As it chained me to it's mental racks
I dug deep and found the key
To release those chains and set me free
It will not always be this way
How I hated the damn mirror today.