Dystopian Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#dystopian
The Spoils
Led to temptation
Born low in uncertain times
Where society chooses who lingers
And who gets forgotten
Men are no longer men
They assassinate and duplicate
Push down on all who differ
Rabid like starving rats
The women regress
Rather kill then grow together
They become ever quick to assimilate
Change don’t come in hate
Slander rules the realm
And so goes human decency
Traded in for fortune and validation
Empty like we the people
Who recalls your name
Who helps you when your down ...
Born low in uncertain times
Where society chooses who lingers
And who gets forgotten
Men are no longer men
They assassinate and duplicate
Push down on all who differ
Rabid like starving rats
The women regress
Rather kill then grow together
They become ever quick to assimilate
Change don’t come in hate
Slander rules the realm
And so goes human decency
Traded in for fortune and validation
Empty like we the people
Who recalls your name
Who helps you when your down ...
#dystopian
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We Are Monsters
We are monsters
We mate and create monsters
Sluts and killers
Mean blood spillers
Whores and fuckers
Fools and suckers
Monster fucking dads
Sisters born with crabs
Monster slut mothers
Incest fueled brothers
We the monsters
One nation under a demigod
With obligation and injustice for all
We mate and create monsters
Sluts and killers
Mean blood spillers
Whores and fuckers
Fools and suckers
Monster fucking dads
Sisters born with crabs
Monster slut mothers
Incest fueled brothers
We the monsters
One nation under a demigod
With obligation and injustice for all
#dark
#evil
#rhyming #dystopian
#rhyming #dystopian
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A Metalhead's Absurd Vision
Long long ago before I became a SCATTERBRAIN watching EVIL DEAD movies repeatedly, I was ACCUSED of VIOLENCE on HALLOWS EVE. The DIRTY ROTTEN IMBECIALS (D.R.I.) who always needed an ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT lived near the WATCHTOWER. They agreed with my METHOD OF DESTRUCTION (M.O.D.). We were SICK OF IT ALL, POSSESSED in bringing this faction down to their knees. A CORROSION OF CONFORMITY was happening in our towns and on our streets. If any DEFIANCE came their way, you were FORBIDDEN to enter their SACRED REICH. There needed to be LETHAL AGRESSION. A FORCED ENTRY into their METAL CHURCH. We knew...
#war
#peace
#music #dystopian
#music #dystopian
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Somatropolis
In a world where day is swallowed by night,
Under a sky, bereft of starlight,
Stand towers like phantoms, grim and stark,
A land shrouded in mysteries dark,
Where whispers of life are a ghostly sight.
Here, soma reigns, casting its blight,
A veil over hearts, snuffing out the light,
It muffles the soul's true, fiery spark,
In dreams, it lulls the mind to embark.
Yet, a choice emerges in the absence of light,
Two paths: one hidden, one in plain sight.
Red reveals truths, harsh and stark,
Blue, a sea of...
Under a sky, bereft of starlight,
Stand towers like phantoms, grim and stark,
A land shrouded in mysteries dark,
Where whispers of life are a ghostly sight.
Here, soma reigns, casting its blight,
A veil over hearts, snuffing out the light,
It muffles the soul's true, fiery spark,
In dreams, it lulls the mind to embark.
Yet, a choice emerges in the absence of light,
Two paths: one hidden, one in plain sight.
Red reveals truths, harsh and stark,
Blue, a sea of...
#dystopian
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I Am We
I Am We
1. We want you
We would like to recruit you!
As you know, We are the anonymous architects of society. As We, your works of art will bear no signature, your feats of scientific exploration, will bring you neither fortune nor fame, your hard work, courage, and true devotion, will not bring you power nor admiration
Only We will know your name
2. Who are We?
We recruitment are the most exclusive in the world. We recruit from all sectors of society, globally....
1. We want you
We would like to recruit you!
As you know, We are the anonymous architects of society. As We, your works of art will bear no signature, your feats of scientific exploration, will bring you neither fortune nor fame, your hard work, courage, and true devotion, will not bring you power nor admiration
Only We will know your name
2. Who are We?
We recruitment are the most exclusive in the world. We recruit from all sectors of society, globally....
#dystopian
#scifi
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Dystopian Entropy
We are all connected, but we are not united.
Media and electronic things divide us.
They create conflicts, hatred, prejudices.
There is no dialogue, no respect, no tolerance.
We live in a bubble of ignorance
that doesn't let us see that there is a cruel reality.
Alienated by interests that want to subjugate us.
There is no unity, no solidarity or compassion
because we are just rivals, enemies, adversaries.
We lost our diversity, our fraternity.
We are the fruit of a dystopian society.
In today's world, everything is...
Media and electronic things divide us.
They create conflicts, hatred, prejudices.
There is no dialogue, no respect, no tolerance.
We live in a bubble of ignorance
that doesn't let us see that there is a cruel reality.
Alienated by interests that want to subjugate us.
There is no unity, no solidarity or compassion
because we are just rivals, enemies, adversaries.
We lost our diversity, our fraternity.
We are the fruit of a dystopian society.
In today's world, everything is...
#sadness
#dark
#mirror
#addiction
#dystopian
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Poetic Addiction
it seems, i desperately write poetry or prose
things that only the mad persons dare compose
for lack of skilled handicraft, its just a cause
escape into sickness, addicted in poetic overdose
armed with a pen, full of inky powder to sniff
if to a certain morbid level, i come to grieve
i get the eager need to then, trace the lines
leave a sad track behind, now,i'm looking fine
poetical addiction has really taken its toll
i look like derwish,in filthy streets i stroll
ironically called "Nabi" for the words i...
things that only the mad persons dare compose
for lack of skilled handicraft, its just a cause
escape into sickness, addicted in poetic overdose
armed with a pen, full of inky powder to sniff
if to a certain morbid level, i come to grieve
i get the eager need to then, trace the lines
leave a sad track behind, now,i'm looking fine
poetical addiction has really taken its toll
i look like derwish,in filthy streets i stroll
ironically called "Nabi" for the words i...
#fate
#nightmares
#dystopian #curse
#dystopian #curse
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Shooting lines in the arms of a poet
For shits n gigs
She said
Let's fuck and do a speedball
Drive a fancy spyder
Jimmy Dean style
Sure I replied
(seeing where she was going)
Do the contortionists embrace
All the while bloody and lacerated
Arm in arm
Chalked lined concrete
Later she carved an old oak tree
B loves those slightly unhinged boys
She said
Let's fuck and do a speedball
Drive a fancy spyder
Jimmy Dean style
Sure I replied
(seeing where she was going)
Do the contortionists embrace
All the while bloody and lacerated
Arm in arm
Chalked lined concrete
Later she carved an old oak tree
B loves those slightly unhinged boys
#motivational
#PopCulture
#steampunk #dystopian
#steampunk #dystopian
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Cali Girl: A Cyberpunk Crime Story
#technology
#ForbiddenLove
#dystopian
#scifi
#ThrillSeeking
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Slashers moon
#dystopian
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Marra
The kettle whistles,
submission in it's belly,
the sound,
a pure, wild hollering
to a body
that could not withstand the heat
without disposing
some element of water
from pipe as if sweat,
lingering on everything,
touching metal and stone.
Her hand,
without fear or hesitation, wields it,
as if a dream from which witches
would not wake,
she licks her palm,
ties it off,
seared, rotten flesh returned
to its firstborn state.
And I watch her
the shawl falling low
upon...
submission in it's belly,
the sound,
a pure, wild hollering
to a body
that could not withstand the heat
without disposing
some element of water
from pipe as if sweat,
lingering on everything,
touching metal and stone.
Her hand,
without fear or hesitation, wields it,
as if a dream from which witches
would not wake,
she licks her palm,
ties it off,
seared, rotten flesh returned
to its firstborn state.
And I watch her
the shawl falling low
upon...
#fate
#witches
#dystopian
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Split personality
Is presence seemed the norm
the morning welcomes, steamy
in its portrait blurred, it sees everything
passions breath from sensualities despot
lies and treachery, pleasures gain
to touch of frost, the smiling grimace
for none can see the crack, highs and lows
for it divides the married hidden split
its fissures are a perfect match
filled with the grout of loneliness
persona with its light and black
but in reverse with a hidden crack
a cloud of condensation laid
which side, the cleft revealed today
the morning welcomes, steamy
in its portrait blurred, it sees everything
passions breath from sensualities despot
lies and treachery, pleasures gain
to touch of frost, the smiling grimace
for none can see the crack, highs and lows
for it divides the married hidden split
its fissures are a perfect match
filled with the grout of loneliness
persona with its light and black
but in reverse with a hidden crack
a cloud of condensation laid
which side, the cleft revealed today
#dystopian
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