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Sabika Apr 2019
This is no classic scene on a movie screen.
This is real life.
And it’s scenes are the most obscene.

This pain is felt first hand,
And your confusion is severe.
We look to the asphalt and to these mechanic machines and
Believe we live in our ancestors virtual dreams.
You scream:
“It’s 2019!”
And take that as evidence of progress;
Like we are closer to ‘the truth‘ now
Than when even our foods weren’t processed?

Progress?
Yes,
We emphasise physicality
And make clowns of our spirituality
So we can parade falsity.

You see,

We latch to this planet like a leach.
Manipulating your free speech
As you learn only what is deemed worthy to teach.
And that’s it!
That’s all you need to know!
Go on, throw a fit
And call it “history in the making”
While you transfer all knowledge in
A glowing rectangle,
And still mistake emotions with rationality
Yes we’ve reached this calamity!

Don’t make me laugh!
You hate war?
But you get bored of peace
And you fetishise your guns.
And this is no longer a secret,
Now you post red and caption it “aesthetic”
And laugh-cry at those who are unfortunate.

Glory is in the body count,
And ****** is just a sport.
Honour is in the gold,
And there’s no longer any justice
In courts.

Truth is
You’re building a fort
Where ignorance is at its foundation.
And while you do not know yourself
You cry “you ought!” To a nation?
sushii Apr 2019
Sultry seduction softly spoken in strip clubs,
Cleansing carry-on and cut-away cult-goers,
Booming bandits and brass bullets,
All come together to assemble the assembly.

Wistful wisteria watch willfully
As animals adamantly attack one another,
As cold-cut, careless children caress carnivorous cameras,
And as pricey pigs pinch the pincers of pink pinpricks.

Chaos ensued among the anthill atheists,
Terror engulfed the residences of the Republicans,
Revolting ******* encompassed the demise of the Democrats,
And disgusting dissatisfaction destroyed the “don’t know, don’t do” dwellers.

Tell me, tag-along,
When does willful wanting win?
When does less lead to Ledbetter,
And when does more lead to maybe?

Tell me, strict stranger,
When will Time tell the talkers and tremblers to tune in?
Where should the preposterous and painfully patient people point their pain to?
Where should I left-handedly leave this letter?

Tell me, go-getter,
Will it ever feel better?
evolove Apr 2019
You could be the sun or, the sky that holds the moon. You could be that late bloomer in June. You can grow old in a fountain of youth. You could outwit the world and steal it's fruit or, you could be influence.

Our minds have struck an absence of freedom. You can't find you, because your a shell of the idols you believe in. Ideas are blossoms of thoughts and they grasped your opinion to harvest a season. Vampieric, society ******* leeches. Impeachment is weak, when it doesn't take a genius to see how they handle a slain princess in the streets. The Media's in the pyramid scheme of things, owned by fear mongoring kings.  Who steal from the poor. Countries of religion they've  torn. Aboriginal decimated, made alcoholics and forced. To grow in an artificial environment. Black face worn. Disney scores off making virgins ******. Our hard money pours, into fighting Israeli wars. Maybe this world needs to be torched.
Political.
Lua Apr 2019
I infuse the herbs in the boiling water
While Chopin caresses my skin
Anna besides me, mourn for her prison altar
In a frozen and beautiful cage, full of sins

I see mine far in the middle of my tropical land
Completely surrounded by misunderstand
How dare they hold the most beautiful birds
In a cage that floats in the sea of nonsense?
Anna in this poem is Anna Akhmátova, who wrote a lot about the Stálin era in Soviet Union. I live in Brazil, and we had a military dictatorship for some time. Now, unfortunately, I see the possibility of this happening again.
Kayla Hardy Apr 2019
I remember when I asked you,
October 2, 2017
what if something happens tonight?

I remember when you,
rolled your annoyed eyes
there is zero chance that something will

I remember thinking,
anger flooding my brain
I bet that no one ever thinks it’ll be them

I remember mourning,
the 50 people who died
they never saw it coming

I remember the anxiety,
following me to every concert
maybe tonight someone snuck through

I remember praying,
looking around at all the strangers
I shouldn’t have to fear for my life

I remember shaking my head,
wanting you to listen
we need stricter laws

I remember our fight,
your exhausting arguments
guns don’t ****, people do
We had to write a political/protest poem
Toxic yeti Mar 2019
They say on tv
That
Lust kills
Not love
I have this
To say that
Love kills more than lust
Toxic yeti Mar 2019
Romance is
Criminal
Romance is
dead
Romance is
Evil

For romance is
Is weapon against women.
Randy Johnson Mar 2019
A man has kidnapped two people and is demanding 50 million for their safe return.
But people have discovered who the two hostages are and they are not concerned.
Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump are the two people who have been kidnapped.
People won't give a plug nickel for the safe return of those two pieces of crap.
Clinton and Trump won't be coming home any time soon, they are trapped.
If somebody does pay the ransom, he or she will certainly deserve to be slapped.
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