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Academic
Poem Published
Today 3:40pm
Today 3:40pm
Clearly the brownnosing, intellectually challenged are impressed and taken in; the intelligently sane aren't though!
By Stanley Collymore
A sensibly dignified and actually
intelligently voiced outcry has
ostensibly forced Elizabeth
Windsors hand and also
that similarly, and unsurprisingly
likewise belatedly of Liz's oldest
child Charles, his very own son,
and predictably Liz's grandson
William; the two of whom are
fervently keen under studies
in waiting of that discernibly
quite plainly coveted British
hereditary crown. However,
no sane or any distinctively
conscionable, individual is
likely to be...
A sensibly dignified and actually
intelligently voiced outcry has
ostensibly forced Elizabeth
Windsors hand and also
that similarly, and unsurprisingly
likewise belatedly of Liz's oldest
child Charles, his very own son,
and predictably Liz's grandson
William; the two of whom are
fervently keen under studies
in waiting of that discernibly
quite plainly coveted British
hereditary crown. However,
no sane or any distinctively
conscionable, individual is
likely to be...
#hate
#dark
#denial
#emptiness
#fear
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0 Comments
WitheredRose
Poem Published
Today 1:32pm
Today 1:32pm
Was it really worth it?
Behind any barrel,
There is a ambitious man,
With a mission in his mind.
Wether he is trained to kill,
Or just desperate,
He will hurt.
Whatever the reason,
A murder is a murder.
To some it’s as easy as shaking hands,
To others, it’s as hard as reading minds.
A murder is a murder,
The only difference is,
If it’s done in a uniform or not.
Are you a murder for your state?
Are you a murder for an criminal organisation?
The most important is not who dies,
It’s who survives.
Leave the wrong man live...
There is a ambitious man,
With a mission in his mind.
Wether he is trained to kill,
Or just desperate,
He will hurt.
Whatever the reason,
A murder is a murder.
To some it’s as easy as shaking hands,
To others, it’s as hard as reading minds.
A murder is a murder,
The only difference is,
If it’s done in a uniform or not.
Are you a murder for your state?
Are you a murder for an criminal organisation?
The most important is not who dies,
It’s who survives.
Leave the wrong man live...
#politics
#war
#death
7 reads
0 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
Today 11:43am
Today 11:43am
Garden House*
Garden House
There those vulnerable snowbells lay,
quaking in the 'ary light,
one preemptive breath of spring
beneath camellia, crisp and bright.
In daphne, amber chaffinch sits
beside a stream of tumblestones,
magnolia strains to burst and flood
the oak bough, white, who gently groans.
Lichen lifts acidic heads,
a communal choir drying
and I can see it as it is,
the winter border dying.
There those vulnerable snowbells lay,
quaking in the 'ary light,
one preemptive breath of spring
beneath camellia, crisp and bright.
In daphne, amber chaffinch sits
beside a stream of tumblestones,
magnolia strains to burst and flood
the oak bough, white, who gently groans.
Lichen lifts acidic heads,
a communal choir drying
and I can see it as it is,
the winter border dying.
#winter
#nature
21 reads
0 Comments
KittyFromHell
Poem Published
Today 6:57am
Today 6:57am
Wild Old Woman
She was light on her feet
As a cat, even in stilletos,
Daintily slipping through
Without a sound.
Her gaze was that
Of a wild woman,
Carrying the ever present
Tinkling of something dangerous
Hidden ever so carefully
Behind the poise and grace
Of a lady.
Her hair nearly
Touched the ground,
As if Rapunzel
Had been absorbed
By the witch.
Freely hanging locks
were a cloak of vines
trailing behind her.
They seemed to
Hold each one
Of the stories she had ...
As a cat, even in stilletos,
Daintily slipping through
Without a sound.
Her gaze was that
Of a wild woman,
Carrying the ever present
Tinkling of something dangerous
Hidden ever so carefully
Behind the poise and grace
Of a lady.
Her hair nearly
Touched the ground,
As if Rapunzel
Had been absorbed
By the witch.
Freely hanging locks
were a cloak of vines
trailing behind her.
They seemed to
Hold each one
Of the stories she had ...
#kindness
#strength
#women
#admiration
#wisdom
30 reads
5 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
Today 4:08am
Today 4:08am
in the presence of this one moment
there is nothing more
significant than the
moment one realizes
that we are all completely
and utterly alone inside
of ourselves and everything
else like love, religion, morality
and faith was just an excuse
to avoid living our life and
denying the ordinary fact
that, sooner or later, all
things give way to decay.
significant than the
moment one realizes
that we are all completely
and utterly alone inside
of ourselves and everything
else like love, religion, morality
and faith was just an excuse
to avoid living our life and
denying the ordinary fact
that, sooner or later, all
things give way to decay.
#mirror
#humankind
#SelfReflection
22 reads
4 Comments
Valeriyabeyond
Dhyana
Dhyana
Poem Published
Today 00:22am
Today 00:22am
Dark Nature Bawls
Sounds of anguish and drowning sorrow dissolve his life’s worth.
Behind it drips regret, confusion and shame
Fueled by fear, his spirit stands alone
Stifled by his lack of wisdom
and ignorance of pride every unclean thought rides its wave
of power.
Surrounded, lost to the constant moan of deaths calling ,
Nerves shred as this redundant dark nature bawls over all that is good and lovely
His life continues within the pit
of mental illness
Behind it drips regret, confusion and shame
Fueled by fear, his spirit stands alone
Stifled by his lack of wisdom
and ignorance of pride every unclean thought rides its wave
of power.
Surrounded, lost to the constant moan of deaths calling ,
Nerves shred as this redundant dark nature bawls over all that is good and lovely
His life continues within the pit
of mental illness
#dark
#death
#fate #LifeCycle
#fate #LifeCycle
25 reads
3 Comments
Abracadabra
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:23pm
Yesterday 10:23pm
Masturbating with Graffiti
Fingers twitch
you have some minutes
and you don't give a shit
Why not let them
do what they want
give the Devil a blow job
or take a bullet for God
Just be sure and clean up
when you're done whispering at the moon
baking word cakes
iced with mud
swallowing the world
Too bad
or maybe just as well
they're calling you
for dinner
you have some minutes
and you don't give a shit
Why not let them
do what they want
give the Devil a blow job
or take a bullet for God
Just be sure and clean up
when you're done whispering at the moon
baking word cakes
iced with mud
swallowing the world
Too bad
or maybe just as well
they're calling you
for dinner
#temptation
15 reads
0 Comments
Burningbutterfly
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:15pm
Yesterday 8:15pm
Algorithm heartbeat
Orbital fantasies
Dreams drip
From
faucets unused
Upside down purple chandeliers
Lust licks at staircase
Banister camouflages Hand grenade
Fear not The Games played on rooftops
Stopwatch
Grandfather clock
Tic toc
thumbtacks fill holes
Short circuit eye sockets
Like that could make you see
We bleed
paint
Art
Love
Sex
Masterbation in watercolor
Blowjobs in oil pastel
charcoal would be better
Hungry lips and hooded eye...
Dreams drip
From
faucets unused
Upside down purple chandeliers
Lust licks at staircase
Banister camouflages Hand grenade
Fear not The Games played on rooftops
Stopwatch
Grandfather clock
Tic toc
thumbtacks fill holes
Short circuit eye sockets
Like that could make you see
We bleed
paint
Art
Love
Sex
Masterbation in watercolor
Blowjobs in oil pastel
charcoal would be better
Hungry lips and hooded eye...
#art
13 reads
0 Comments
Academic
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:32pm
Yesterday 3:32pm
Barbara Taylor Bradford revisited!
By Stanley Collymore
Her grandmother spent some
time in the work house, but
Barbara hasn't, nor would
she ever have informed
you of this, would she? The clearly
sickening irony! Happily shagging
plainly effortlessly and whoringly
with the self-entitled receiver of
a minor gong holder, dicernibly
cane rather easily to gran, who
so crucially was only rewarded
for her keen, fruitful devotion
to him, with his avid bastardy
progeny yet did categorically
forego spend a single penny
to avert the...
Her grandmother spent some
time in the work house, but
Barbara hasn't, nor would
she ever have informed
you of this, would she? The clearly
sickening irony! Happily shagging
plainly effortlessly and whoringly
with the self-entitled receiver of
a minor gong holder, dicernibly
cane rather easily to gran, who
so crucially was only rewarded
for her keen, fruitful devotion
to him, with his avid bastardy
progeny yet did categorically
forego spend a single penny
to avert the...
#jealousy
#hate
#greed
#denial
#emptiness
21 reads
0 Comments
KittyFromHell
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:02pm
Yesterday 1:02pm
Come to Pass
I live inside a world of daydreams,
Curled up inside it
Like a nest of blankets,
So warm and so soft.
Here I can nurse these flashes
Of what the future may hold,
And run with it
Until I have woven an entire universe
In my head
Where this destination exists,
Along with five or fifteen more.
I stand paralyzed at the crossroads,
As the world spins 360° around me.
I am all alone,
But the air still seems to crush me.
The devil brushes my hair back
To lean in my ear,
Whispering of all the things ...
Curled up inside it
Like a nest of blankets,
So warm and so soft.
Here I can nurse these flashes
Of what the future may hold,
And run with it
Until I have woven an entire universe
In my head
Where this destination exists,
Along with five or fifteen more.
I stand paralyzed at the crossroads,
As the world spins 360° around me.
I am all alone,
But the air still seems to crush me.
The devil brushes my hair back
To lean in my ear,
Whispering of all the things ...
#LifeStruggles
#addiction
#confusion
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
35 reads
3 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:56am
Yesterday 3:56am
open your eyes
..when all else
fails,
we have learned
the dreadful
truth.
fails,
we have learned
the dreadful
truth.
#LifeChangingMoment
37 reads
0 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:35am
Yesterday 3:35am
con game
.."don't trust in
reality.
reality.
#loneliness
#rejection
#humankind #apathy
#humankind #apathy
25 reads
2 Comments
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