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Kandicejohnson
Poem Published
Today 7:46pm
Today 7:46pm
Attitude And Ego
Attitude and ego
Always hiding behind a facad.
Why has hatred became so cool?
When did respect get thrown out?
We all have our hangups.
And our choices of lifestyles
Can we not appreciate what another is passionate about?
Let go of the attitude
Your no better than I
Or how you appear in someone else's eyes
Your actions speak
What's in your heart
What do you for others?
How do you treat your son or daughter?
How do you treat your home?
There's more to life
Than your selfish deeds
Your too busy acting some...
Always hiding behind a facad.
Why has hatred became so cool?
When did respect get thrown out?
We all have our hangups.
And our choices of lifestyles
Can we not appreciate what another is passionate about?
Let go of the attitude
Your no better than I
Or how you appear in someone else's eyes
Your actions speak
What's in your heart
What do you for others?
How do you treat your son or daughter?
How do you treat your home?
There's more to life
Than your selfish deeds
Your too busy acting some...
#identity
10 reads
2 Comments
ThrillerFox
Poem Published
Today 7:13pm
Today 7:13pm
Signs of the Times
Like a magician, I disappear before your eyes
My disguise underlies just a glimpse of burning fires
No one looks behind the curtain - no one sees behind the scenes
And I feel like ashes scattered to the seven seas
Everyone seems distracted and self absorbed
Everyone jumps ship - I'm left stranded aboard
I struggle to survive so I dive into history
Where great minds philosophize life's greater mysteries
The current doesn't pull me under it makes me swim deeper
Searching for a purpose beneath the surface of the superficial
A surface...
My disguise underlies just a glimpse of burning fires
No one looks behind the curtain - no one sees behind the scenes
And I feel like ashes scattered to the seven seas
Everyone seems distracted and self absorbed
Everyone jumps ship - I'm left stranded aboard
I struggle to survive so I dive into history
Where great minds philosophize life's greater mysteries
The current doesn't pull me under it makes me swim deeper
Searching for a purpose beneath the surface of the superficial
A surface...
#corruption
9 reads
0 Comments
Academic
Poem Published
Today 2:00pm
Today 2:00pm
Beklager så mye! Men jeg er ikke minst på å bli brukt.
Av Stanley Collymore
Vær så snill, ikke spill tankeløse spill med mine intime
følelser, ettersom de allerede er i en veldig delikat
tilstand av ubalanse, til og med uten den tilstanden
konstant og forvirrende skjer. Og hvis du ikke seriøst
kan tilby noe positive til dette forholdet til meg,
som du er hevder å være dypt interessert i, da
ærlig talt gi avkall på hva du faktisk gjør.
For i slikt avgjort åpenbare og kompromitterende omsten-
digheter: meg visstnok i et meningsfylt forhold til deg
men som det står, praktisk talt på...
Vær så snill, ikke spill tankeløse spill med mine intime
følelser, ettersom de allerede er i en veldig delikat
tilstand av ubalanse, til og med uten den tilstanden
konstant og forvirrende skjer. Og hvis du ikke seriøst
kan tilby noe positive til dette forholdet til meg,
som du er hevder å være dypt interessert i, da
ærlig talt gi avkall på hva du faktisk gjør.
For i slikt avgjort åpenbare og kompromitterende omsten-
digheter: meg visstnok i et meningsfylt forhold til deg
men som det står, praktisk talt på...
#regret
2 reads
0 Comments
Academic
Poem Published
Today 1:55pm
Today 1:55pm
So sorry! But I’m not in the least partial to being used.
By Stanley Collymore
Please, don’t play mindless games with my intimate feelings,
as they’re already in a very delicate state of imbalance even
without that state of affairs constantly and confusingly
happening. And if you can’t seriously offer anything
positive to this relationship with me, which you’re
perpetually claiming to be deeply interested in, then honourably
forego whatever it is that you’re actually doing. For in such
decidedly obvious and compromising circumstances: me
supposedly in a meaningful relationship with you but ...
Please, don’t play mindless games with my intimate feelings,
as they’re already in a very delicate state of imbalance even
without that state of affairs constantly and confusingly
happening. And if you can’t seriously offer anything
positive to this relationship with me, which you’re
perpetually claiming to be deeply interested in, then honourably
forego whatever it is that you’re actually doing. For in such
decidedly obvious and compromising circumstances: me
supposedly in a meaningful relationship with you but ...
#regret
12 reads
1 Comment
Fetchitnow
Poem Published
Today 8:12am
Today 8:12am
Dora’s Write
Satiety admonishes me that I have reached the ultimate stage of deglutition, consistent with dietetic integrity and any more would be an overwhelming superfluity.
#food
4 reads
0 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
Today 3:22am
Today 3:22am
getting outta dodge
MAN!
it's really fucked
up when you
think about
it all
life is no big
deal, kinda
like jerking
off all
day
but DEATH!
that's our reward
for making it
through all
this shit?
...no way...
so i told the gods
i was tired of
playing
and i took my ball
and went
home
it's really fucked
up when you
think about
it all
life is no big
deal, kinda
like jerking
off all
day
but DEATH!
that's our reward
for making it
through all
this shit?
...no way...
so i told the gods
i was tired of
playing
and i took my ball
and went
home
#humankind
#disappointment
27 reads
13 Comments
PencilScribbles
Poem Published
Today 3:17am
Today 3:17am
What is in a Name
A rose by any other name would still smell just as sweet,
And a bad egg by another name would still smell just as bad.
Am I the rotten egg or the rose?
I'm not sure.
It's hard to tell,
when I've gone nose blind to myself.
Is it the name then that really counts?
Doesn't the orange taste just as sweet as the "kiperpeel"?
A question for you:
If I were a rose, what name would you give me?
If I am just a rotten egg, what then, would my name be?
And a bad egg by another name would still smell just as bad.
Am I the rotten egg or the rose?
I'm not sure.
It's hard to tell,
when I've gone nose blind to myself.
Is it the name then that really counts?
Doesn't the orange taste just as sweet as the "kiperpeel"?
A question for you:
If I were a rose, what name would you give me?
If I am just a rotten egg, what then, would my name be?
#philosophical
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0 Comments
DecipherMe
Poem Published
Today 2:37am
Today 2:37am
Fibonacci's Sequence
Brushes excavate a nacreous glider
sailed
from below sparced out tides blowing over and setting calcium bubble foam one into the other against the propulsion of school fins.
Under there, free falling
beneath capital glory,
with the fibres, rocks and sticks, whatever plastics remain and bone.
Ganglion.
I've shaken tremors of that word,
but never thought.
Detergent gleamed somehow
and drenched in polish,
the spirals slab in queer out on the walls.
Something died, but isn't there.
A cross disavowed from...
sailed
from below sparced out tides blowing over and setting calcium bubble foam one into the other against the propulsion of school fins.
Under there, free falling
beneath capital glory,
with the fibres, rocks and sticks, whatever plastics remain and bone.
Ganglion.
I've shaken tremors of that word,
but never thought.
Detergent gleamed somehow
and drenched in polish,
the spirals slab in queer out on the walls.
Something died, but isn't there.
A cross disavowed from...
#betrayal
#LifeStruggles
#nature
#humankind
#inequality
15 reads
6 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:01pm
Yesterday 9:01pm
INKlings2
INKling No2 – hate
From The New INKling Series
when bitterness for others
makes you toxic
the sooner you will live
if you relax it
the hole you dig for someone else
becomes a grave
just for yourself
the fervent heat
that you secrete
will escalate
to your own fate
© Copyright 2019 September 18
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
From The New INKling Series
when bitterness for others
makes you toxic
the sooner you will live
if you relax it
the hole you dig for someone else
becomes a grave
just for yourself
the fervent heat
that you secrete
will escalate
to your own fate
© Copyright 2019 September 18
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#anger
#hate
17 reads
2 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:26pm
Yesterday 8:26pm
INKlings1
INKling No1 – real love
From The New INKling Series
love when confined to dwell
in human feelings
that have no application
in its dealings
is like a will without a way
love’s what you do
not what you say
it’s how you deal
not how you feel
without work gloves
it’s not real love
© Copyright 2019 September 18
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
From The New INKling Series
love when confined to dwell
in human feelings
that have no application
in its dealings
is like a will without a way
love’s what you do
not what you say
it’s how you deal
not how you feel
without work gloves
it’s not real love
© Copyright 2019 September 18
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#love
#kindness
#CallToAction
17 reads
6 Comments
butters
Jan
Jan
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:28pm
Yesterday 6:28pm
thoughts and prayers
it is said...
the meek shall inherit the earth
but the pious
oh, how they pray
that the same god they
confess to each saturday,
before partaking of symbols
body and blood on a sunday,
fails to notice how wafer-thin
their mask of humility
and how he'll not notice
in genuflection's stoop
the indecent caress of their piece
carried secretly, without proper permit
and the turgid little hope
that burns just below their heart
that he'll allow just one screamer
allahu akbar!!
to rise up in passion ...
the meek shall inherit the earth
but the pious
oh, how they pray
that the same god they
confess to each saturday,
before partaking of symbols
body and blood on a sunday,
fails to notice how wafer-thin
their mask of humility
and how he'll not notice
in genuflection's stoop
the indecent caress of their piece
carried secretly, without proper permit
and the turgid little hope
that burns just below their heart
that he'll allow just one screamer
allahu akbar!!
to rise up in passion ...
#violence
#power
#politics #racism
#politics #racism
50 reads
9 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:08pm
Yesterday 4:08pm
You just got to ride that bike
Thought that I could cause a spike
And saw a chance of praise
A chalice or a golden cup
To put on my fireplace
Pumped up the wheels so they inflate
looked for that thrown gauntlet
Sharpened up my pros
Old or new give us a clue
Self belief that you ever were a poet
Ballance on the pedal, leg swung o'r the saddle
The prima donna and their spills
Soar in laureates. bathed in cream and milk
Wobbled, shaking knees as you set off
Down the road of your own thoughts
And know that a like or two are small lights in the...
And saw a chance of praise
A chalice or a golden cup
To put on my fireplace
Pumped up the wheels so they inflate
looked for that thrown gauntlet
Sharpened up my pros
Old or new give us a clue
Self belief that you ever were a poet
Ballance on the pedal, leg swung o'r the saddle
The prima donna and their spills
Soar in laureates. bathed in cream and milk
Wobbled, shaking knees as you set off
Down the road of your own thoughts
And know that a like or two are small lights in the...
#confessional
11 reads
2 Comments
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