My brotherLove and StrengthMy brother1 week ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
'You were too perfect.
A few hours blessed as a family,
Quietly in our mothers arms,
You fell asleep, as heaven welcomed you.
When your birthday nears,
What man would you have become?
Your song plays,
words describe you beautifully.
Our mothers eyes are full of sadness,
Our father eyes hides all,
As he ventures out of sight,
To the sound of your song.'
Sik BastardSik BastardSik Bastard3 weeks ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Filmed yourself fuckin your wife
She said no, asked her twice
Persuade sexual thrills
Perversion not left behind doors
Abnormal, nothing to fear
Sik bastard, why are you here?
Touch yourself to children
See them on the television
Get off to yourself on tape
Film rolls and photography
So conceded, obsessed with yourself
Sik bastard's collection
Takes place on his daughter's shelf
Biggest hypocrite known to man
Sik bastard doesn't give a damn
Fat rolls smack the floor
Abuses the toilet with his ass
Don't care if you smell it
Don't care if you hear it
Don't care if you see it
Don't care if you hate it
Will not tolerate what he hates
Forced to see his indecency
Why hasn't he croaked
Sik bastard, have another stroke
A Poem For My Beloved GrandparentsYou are old but wise,A Poem For My Beloved Grandparents3 weeks ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
When I was younger, you helped me open my eyes.
You showed me the world around me,
Now, I wish God would shower more blessings upon thee.
I hope your light wouldn’t fade,
When it is very hot, you’re my shade.
When there are disasters, you act like my shield,
I know you have more powers to yield.
I might be very rude,
But when I’m down, you find a way to light up my mood.
You never gave up on the obstacles in front of you,
Now I will find the path to be like you, too.
Without you, I wouldn’t have the wonderful persons in my life,
My father and mother, who you gave a blessed life.
After all the love you gave me,
I am willing to repay you, with all the love you’ve given me.
We're not weird , we're just not normalLost in the neverlandWe're not weird , we're just not normal3 weeks ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
We all had that time when everyone was asking the question:"What do you wanna be when you grow up?" or "What's your dream job?".We forced ourselves to answer them , cause we thought that's the goal from life.We even managed to force ourselves to have a favorite color.
I grew up in some weird circumstances,okay no , the only thing that was weird about it was me.I didn't care about all that, I couldn't choose a color from endless list of them , they are all awesome.I couldn't figure out which job was really interesting for me, I kept lying about it , each time I tell them a various one.All I wanted was to be happy.It took me 16 years to find my favorite color, but then I realized it wasn't.I like EVERYTHING.It's Rainbow.Dream job ? i still don't know what is it , but I'm going down because of this.Society is making from us what they want.School , fashion...
Is this how we really wanna live ? living the same life as our grand parents and others for a