I'm Sick Of...

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I WISH PEOPLE WOULD STOP


I wish people would stop:

Disrespecting

Even if it is accidental

Criticizing

Even when we mean well

Judging

When you do not understand


I wish groups of people would stop:

Having and “in” and an “out” crowd

Us vs them, money vs no money,

Thinking their “religion” told them to kill

Witch hunts, conversions by threats,

Thinking they were “chosen”

Because of religion or race


I wish Nations would stop:

Escalating nuclear power

Remember Nagasaki, Hiroshima, Three Mile Island

Polluting the oceans

We will kill feeding grounds for humans and animals

Making war since the dawn of time

Our weapons are now so dangerous

There may be no “next” time


The “I wish” list is now a bucket list

Add all the “STOP IT NOW” issues

Whoa, my bucket overfloweth

I have a list that can go around the world

And to the moon and back

If we all could start with ourselves

Stop doing something we know is habit

Maybe it will be like the ripple effect

Throw your poisonous habit away

One at a time

Pick up a dumped can

Throw it away in the garbage

It is a little things like that

Before we point the finger

We must start with ourselves!

somelikeithot said:iuytrdf


...what? lol

peacebeuntoyou has included almost all the things i would include. What can I write about?

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Safe and Sickness


I’m safe, drowning the spirits
sitting inside the mosquito mesh,
probed with buzz-knock proboscis
edgy, used needles by the thousands.

I know the dengue fever won’t kill me.
But the death adder under the pandanus
intoxicated from my overflow
with calculated vengeance
and lethal love bite,
thinks it’s a threat.

The coldblooded ambush hunter
banded in hush camouflage, is
just another threatened species
and is safe enough around me.
It knows to stay concealed
never-never to be found.

Never will it venture too far from cover,
unlike Bula, hunter, warrior and destroyer
unburied in a place called sickness country,
where travellers gather on the amber dusk,
snap-capture the sunset over vast wetlands
from the vantage of sandstone outcrops.

In the distant shadows, screaming green
I bare witness to the glow of his sickness,
the rot of Bula’s corpse spewed from earth.
The keeper’s secrets burdened with death
when they ventured with grave diggers
to reap the spoil of fortune and power.

Arrogance reaps sickness for crude meds,
administered like barbaric blunderbuss
callously fired on a flock of magpie geese.
Hostility reaps sickness for cruel weapons,
threatening peace with the horrors of holocaust,
sights aimed at tombstone colonies of termites.

Ignorance reaps sickness for so called clean energy,
there lies secrets for a millennia of toxic waste, safely
hidden in bunkers, controlled in turquoise pools;
and uncontrolled, sickness seeps into the pacific.


Written by Alexander Case

I wish people would stop
MAKING LISTS

no, don't pray for me
I'm not that hard up
that I need the assistance of a sadist

if you really want to help me
take yourself and that gang of old women
taking up residence around my bed
and that wooden idol

and fuck off far away

The Game

Playing a game
no one understands
laughing at jokes
that are not funny

giving oneself a pat
on the back
for something one gives
to oneself

Pining for flowers
on someone's garden
while planting thorns
on one's doorstep

I am sick of playing on this sandbox
it is starting to smell like feline piss.

Flies

I lay my head down to sleep
But in the darkness I hear disturbed silence
These foul little creatures are driving me insane
Buzz-buzzing around in an unspoken alliance

A mission to keep me from my sweet slumber
It's become my goal to kill these motherfuckers
I'm swiping at them seething "Die, bitch, die!"
One by one they are smashed... What now, suckers?

But there's two last remaining ones here
Always staying just out of reach of murder
Mocking and taunting me with their ways
One landed on the swatter; ON THE SWATTER

I hate these god damn flies.




It's not about people but its something I'm sick of... You can decide if its relevant or not. Lol

I'm sick of every cunt and their mother
whining about some shit
that'd take an hour to sort out

what the fuck is wrong with people today
with this dual philosophy
"I'm a victim, and I'm entitled"

yeah, you're a fucking victim
fell of the stupid cliff
and hit every rock on the way down

and yeah, you're entitled
entitled to go to your local hospital
and get sterilized
nip those gene pools in the bud
quick fast  

lepperochan said:I'm sick of every cunt and their mother
whining about some shit
that'd take an hour to sort out

what the fuck is wrong with people today
with this dual philosophy
"I'm a victim, and I'm entitled"

yeah, you're a fucking victim
fell of the stupid cliff
and hit every rock on the way down

and yeah, you're entitled
entitled to go to your local hospital
and get sterilized
nip those gene pools in the bud
quick fast  


Lmfao.. you are the bomb baby

I wish That For Just One Day,,,
People Would Leave Their Phones At Home,,,
So We Can Talk to Each Other,,,Once Again,,,
And Pay Attention To The World Around Us,,,
Instead Of The World On That Little Screen,,,

You Can Be As Gay As You Want,,,
That's Not Up To Me,,,
What Gives You The Right To Flaunt It,,
IN Movies And On T V,,,
Its Not Something That Children Need To See,,,

You Can Be An Atheist,,,And Not Believe In God,,,
Its Something Personal We All Decide,,,Its Our Choice,,,
But Don't Scream Your Beliefs So Loudly,,,
I Have a Say,,,Don't Drown Out My Voice,,,
In The End We all Must Pay,,,For Our Choices,,,

You Can Be For Or Against,,,But Guns Are A Right,,,
They Keep Us Free From Tyranny,,,They Keep Us Safe At Night,,,
And Its Never The Gun That Kills,,,You See,,,
Its The Criminal Who Stands Behind The Gun,,,
Who Points And Fires,,,That Kills You And Me,,,
So Keep Your Gun Control Away From Me,,,

Politicians Use The media,,,To Spread Their Lies,,,
And They Hide The truth,,,Behind Closed Doors,,,
Quit Spinning The Truth,,,A Lie Is A Lie,,,
We Know The truth,,,The Lies Are All Yours,,,
Quit Spinning The Truth,,,We All Have Eyes,,,

You may or may not have asked
but for the record
I'm tired of these things
not sure what to call them
but this is one
break up a few lines
climb upon them like a soapbox
pretend it's poetry.

In a Suit

Teachers train you to forget,  
bosses think they’re  
heaven sent,  
and family pressures  
dress you down in brand names.  
 
In a suit  
and on the lamb,  
from contracts written  
in their hand,  
a school, a job, a life  
you can’t escape from.  
 
Expecting dreams  
to fade in time,  
expounding you  
to fall in line,  
and kill the voice  
that makes your mind  
your own.  
 
In a suit  
and out of hope,  
I kill my senses just to cope  
with senseless streams  
of un-burnt smoke  
and mirrors.