You’re the son of wrath
conceived with rage
weakly loved
abandoned
sheltered by pride
raised
Genre: FAMILY, LIFE, PAINFUL, SOCIETY, LEGACY.
Heredity A poem by Grecia Albornoz
You’re the son of wrath
conceived with rage
weakly loved
abandoned
sheltered by pride
raised
reassured
in a world full of ill conceived people
abandoned
reassured
wanting to repeat cycles.
Many feel survival is more in the animal kingdom. Some years back, I was watching a TV station on animal survival documentary. And to be quite honest with you. The very day an animal is born, it starts surviving till its death. What I envy about them is the fact that the don’t seek pity, the keep on trying and adapt quite quickly to everything.
Genre: Society, Survivor
SURVIVAL
Many feel survival is more in the animal kingdom. Some years back, I was watching a TV station on animal survival documentary. And to be quite honest with you. The very day an animal is born, it starts surviving till its death. What I envy about them is the fact that the don’t seek pity, the keep on trying and adapt quite quickly to everything.
Truth is animals aren’t in fact too different from we humans. But the difference is when we start growing up, we forget about survival. But the animals grow up with only one thing on their mind which is survival. Our growing up is meant to be preparation for survival. Truth is that isn’t what we are doing right now. The world is getting to the stage whereby your academic excellence doesn’t determine your survival in the real world. Statistics over the years has shown that people who do well academically don’t transform that success in the real life. I think it’s only true for us to say that your fathers success isn’t enough to keep you throughout life without achieving anything yourself. The world has come to the stage whereby if you don’t prepare thoroughly for survival, you’ll literally die.
So since survival is very important, why isn’t it taught in schools, why isn’t it taught by our parents? The world isn’t for the patient anymore. Its for those who have the balls to go out there and take what’s theirs. The world isn’t for the weak no more. Learn to survive. Learn to be an animal when humans surround you.
Not everyone supposed to get married,
Not everyone should have kids,
Not everyone should have high-end fixed pay nine to five job,
Not everyone could’ve travel overseas every holidays,
Not everyone could’ve partying every weekend,
Not everyone could’ve mind everyone’s business,
Genre: Life, Society
Not everyone by Pyja Jurid (pyxaz)
Not everyone supposed to get married,
Not everyone should have kids,
Not everyone should have high-end fixed pay nine to five job,
Not everyone could’ve travel overseas every holidays,
Not everyone could’ve partying every weekend,
Not everyone could’ve mind everyone’s business,
Not everyone likes uploading everything on their social media accounts,
Not everyone could’ve make a lot of money and drive fancy cars,
Not everyone could’ve differentiate people based on their statuses,
Not everyone could’ve do everything what everyone is doing and,
Not everyone should get mad and listen to this.
Write your own destiny but respect other’s lives and privacy.
Democracy is in peril my friends
forces greater than you or I
Conspire in the night
They seek to steal it as we slumber
Genre: Life, Society, Political
The Destitute Democracy by Steve Miller
Democracy is in peril my friends
forces greater than you or I
Conspire in the night
They seek to steal it as we slumber
Democracy is in peril my friends
We sleep walk into our fate
A fate of destitution and destruction
Where man and beast are one the same
Democracy is in peril my friends
Power rests in the hands of the minority
While the majority fends in the urban wilds
As the few live in luxury and opulence
Democracy is in peril my friends
Corruption has seeped into our society
The maxim of the age is greed is good
And might is right; we need a Robin Hood
Democracy is in peril my friends
the powerful stand as tyrants
Modern day kings of capitalism
You and I their faithful subjects
Democracy is in danger,
It is on its last legs.
Democracy lies on its deathbed
About to take its final breath
It’s time you found your voice
Before there is nothing left
Vain, I am shallow and selfish, against my own will.
Fooling myself, I deny my own instincts in matters of love and lust, who knows the difference even.
My vanity won’t allow me to love absent of lust, for it is lust that I love most.
Swimming in ecstasy my lover and I, we drain ourselves, panting and loathing beneath my private abode. Then…as time drags on I become weary as my lust fade…so does my love and my vanity won’t allow me to remain.
So, anew I seek. Spreading my net wide to capture another lover.
How can I be satisfied?
As distance grows between my former I think of she from time to time but my memories are filled with lust.
Sparked!
My vanity once again awakens my lustful intent…If only I can capture that moment again. I wonder.
But I dare not attempt. I have already scorned and torn her. Now she lays new ground finally thankful to receive some peace in my welcomed absence…
You see he was better finding things on his victims to play with drawn to find there’s not much less of perfect on the face of a Disney princess. He loved Ariel’s tail you see, he was so infatuated by the slimy scales the way they ripped and tore against the cold touch of sharp metal steel that he loved oh so much to bury deep into the flesh of a struggling victim, Ariel did just that for him, struggle. He ripped her hair out bit by bit… it was seductive to him. He started far before she was dead so you could see the pain that painted across her canvas face, it was a masterpiece to Michael.
Genre: Dark, Life, Society
Michael Myers And The corps of five Disney princess
by Drew Price
You see he was better finding things on his victims to play with drawn to find there’s not much less of perfect on the face of a Disney princess. He loved Ariel’s tail you see, he was so infatuated by the slimy scales the way they ripped and tore against the cold touch of sharp metal steel that he loved oh so much to bury deep into the flesh of a struggling victim, Ariel did just that for him, struggle. He ripped her hair out bit by bit… it was seductive to him. He started far before she was dead so you could see the pain that painted across her canvas face, it was a masterpiece to Michael.
He worked his way over to princess Jasmine. He’d stripped her of all her clothes and she lay naked, but not in a sexual way, no, he wanted to see the blood pour from her body as he skinned her like an animal because he just loved her complexion. He loved the thick yet subtle curve of her eyebrows they made him smile, something he hadn’t done in a while. He loved pulling on her hair until her scalp began to bleed but only while she was alive so he could hear the horror in her scream like the first drop on a roller coaster, he liked it that way. This rush of electricity, this rush of energy, this torture… for himself and his victims.
He made his way over to Snow White… pale as the moon on a pitch black night he choked her into a blood moon. All slob and tears wet fears that struck her face at a grab of a hand he loved it that way. His hands cold, his hands power his hands blood and breaking bones that enjoyed the feeling of their caving in its palm it was electrifying. The fear reflected off her eyes into his as pure amazement, how much power he had over these beautiful women.
He next turned to princess Tiana. She seemed the most unphased by all the horror she’d seen so he gouged out her eyes for not respecting his art like, “god damn I’ve turned them into masterpieces only god can reconstruct and you show no interest how dare you” she sat in the presence of a terrifying man but she sat paralyzed in strength no scream until the harsh textures of his fingers met the back of her eyelid like a tight grip on a fast ball. She called on every god that came to mind like “Oh god, sweet Buddha, baby Jesus god of the tress and the bees the land I stand on god of the earth mother earth, somebody, help me!” Somebody hear her cry. This man he watched her die in one quick sigh she had her last breath like the pain was too much so she had her last breath like she couldn’t play strong right before that last breath, like in that last breath you’d heard her curse this man and curse those hands all cold and blood bone breakers like the end all power reigned through this man and.. At this moment it did.
He made his way over to Rapunzel. He loved the length of her hair how it curved down her back the mystery in her stare not being able to tell whether she was dead or alive, but the twitch in her left eye showed she could feel it all. Every cut and rip every slap and hit he like to see how red she could get. He hung her upside down and played in her hair until the blood in her body dripped through her nostrils and eyes dying her hair a cherry tone.
So that was his story. He took pleasure in the horror of torture.
For as I lay in your embrace,
My breath be shallow..heart doth race,
The trench ,the bugle ,the distant drum ,
Fight for country…defeat the Hun,
So protected in your cocoon,
Daybreak looming behind the moon,
Sleep it cowers and it creeps,
Genre: Rhyme, War, Society
1918…Sanctuary by Terry Hopper
For as I lay in your embrace, My breath be shallow..heart doth race, The trench ,the bugle ,the distant drum , Fight for country…defeat the Hun, So protected in your cocoon, Daybreak looming behind the moon, Sleep it cowers and it creeps, Tears of mine ..i gently weep, Not tonight …well not for me, Safe and sound for that I be, The dark …its cold …a killers friend , The night flame flickers ..bows and bends, The shadows dance to a pipers tune, As we did …that day in June, The day I marched..with head held high, For king and country ..live or die, Young men together … comrades in fear, Maidens calling hip hip three cheers, The front …the gas ..ahead barbwire, The stink ..the stench of gods hell fire, Bully beef …and rationed stew, .Last letters home from me to you, Dearest sweetheart …love of my life, Dearest mother …precious wife, Signing off with yours devoted, All my love and sugar coated, Kisses sent ….a thousand score, Each one delivered when at your door, Just let me live please god I pray, To see my love ..just one more day, So here we lay …safe and sound, Hearts entwined …emotions bound , And as the eve does turn to light , My candle salutes…. its last goodnight.
Sing Anew, O Freedom
by Jonathan Baltzly
O, hark! Let Freedom sing
Of times anew, times to be
Of days forgotten, days lost
O, see her embark, taking wing
Flying upon all that lives
“Joy!” She exclaims!
Dark clouds near, now disappear
Light shines in heaven
Let the earth be illuminated!
Freedom and Justice, her friend
Liberty her companion
And more gather in the skies
To sing a new, yet familiar tune.
She is not satisfied,
For Mankind has abandoned Truth,
Her closest confidant.
O, hark! She sheds tears as diamonds.
Joy continues to be silent to her cry
Happiness left the land long ago,
But has promised to return.
“O, Love! You abound in hearts and minds
Perhaps Hope will heal Mankind.”
She sighs again, with Liberty at her side
Patience shows her face;
She is followed by Grace,
And finally Strength,
The legend that trampled Evil to its grave.
Strength lifted up her voice
“O, hark! Today is the day!
Let us join once more
We may face War,
We will serve with Honor,
We will uphold Peace,
And Joy will follow in our wake.”
Freedom stood, looking to the North
“Verily, Strength has proclaimed
And lamented words heard before,
From the voice of Truth itself.”
Thus was the resurrection of Truth,
And it came forth
From the heights and depths
To reclaim its rightful place.
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