A War Against Who?Sitting
war you say
but not a real war
an exchange of words.
black and white
as if it matters.
a voice that said
"I was unheard!"
has always been
now louder then ever.
what was once sexuality
what seriousness was left
This is no war
just a petty excuse
no war against straights
no war against gays
just a petty excuse
just making generalizations
we all have rights.
we all have opinions.
ALL OF US
should get back in the closet.
and stay there.
Emo?Emo?Emo?9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is it really that bad?
you cant accept the fact
that i get a little sad?
that i am a little mad?
so i favor black
and i dont like pink
you use those as reasons
to make my soul sink
so some of us cut
and some of us dont
we can smile
laugh love and live
we're just not like the rest
sure we cry
we want to die
but none of you understand
its not like we had planned
to live life like this
to spend our days
depressed and amiss
we're not bad people
we dont worship satan
we're not out to kill anyone
we just dont like the world
as much as everyone else
and we dont like ourselves
as much as we could
but we're ok with that
you can call us ugly
you can call us fat
but you cant change who we are
we are emo
whats so wrong with that?
ParkourBeauty is bodies in motion.Parkour9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With the liquid movement of muscles,
Our generation is spreading its wings.
We don't tear down your walls;
We spring and scramble over.
We leap like wild things
Over your obstacles, your rules.
Freedom is personified.
GermanI told Johann that German was a disgusting languageGerman11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
full of grunts and hairballs and
harsh hateful aryan marches
and anger and terror
and words that got caught in the back of your mouth
like old toosie rolls and crunchy peanut butter
And he spoke to me in German
of an intimate and romantic language
of patent engineers huddled over brilliant inventions
of piano tuners listening intently
tenderly coaxing strings little by little
of musicians that transcribed the beauty and simplicity of little stone chapels
he spoke German
like it was a mysteriously lovely poem
with fierce pride and protection in his voice
he spoke German
and his eyes softened with affection for his nation
he spoke German
and it was quiet
.: Gays are revolting :.Gay people are disgusting.: Gays are revolting :.2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I certainly don’t think
They are ok
“They aren’t fine for society”
“They aren’t perfectly normal”
I do not believe
They don’t choose to be gay
“Belong in this world!”
Should burn in Hell
We should hate them
I’ll never agree with those who think
Want to separate them
It’s absolutely horrid when the populations
Say they love each other and
Think that it’s nice when they kiss
Just ridicule and mock them,
Really, REALLY hate them
I’ve seen sometimes on TV how they
Let a man marry another man
Those people are just plain sad
They’ll never be the same
It’s funny how they think
That one saying is completely true
They aren’t able to comprehend
They just don’t know what love is
Say mean things
But don’t you dare
It’s perfectly fine
SEXThis poem is about sex.SEX8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(yeah, that got your attention)
This poem is about sex.
This poem is about love.
This poem is about living in your sexuality
instead of being afraid of it.
This poem is about saying fuck you
to everyone who told you
This poem is about the sin so natural
it takes you to heaven on earth.
This poem is about turning the key,
finding your voice,
making your own choice.
This poem is about independence,
instead of buying into all their misery.
150 pages of health text book telling you
6 years of administration telling you
6 years of scaring you
out of whats instinctual.
6 years of alarmist tactics,
and no information
setting a social taboo
so they can control how we live our lives.
InsaneInsane.Insane10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
People call me insane.
How do they know?
Can anyone truly say what is insane?
And what isn't?
Who can judge? Everyone.
Who has the right? No one.
They are not mind-readers.
They have no way of knowing
What is inside my head.
Even if I write it down,
It is changing all the time.
Points of view, opinions.
The next second they become old
And new ones take their place.
Constantly changing, evolving,
Inside my head.
Always questioning, thinking,
Reasoning, and imagining.
Insane? I don't think so.
Truth is a matter of opinion
Everyone is insane
At the exact time
That no one is.
Why must people call me insane?
Why must they fear me?
Is it me they fear
Or what will come out of their mouths
If I prod long enough?
Are they afraid of opinions
And actual thoughts,
Or is it just
Tiny, insignificant me?
Why must people fear
What they do not understand?
Worse of all,
They don't try to understand.
They just stick a label on me, POP!
I am crazy.
Sorrow of the WriterThe writer writes.Sorrow of the Writer10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The artist draws.
The writer reads.
The artist watches.
The writer depends on words.
The artist depends on shapes.
The writer uses letters.
The artist uses color.
I feel so much sorrow, my lack of artistic talents reflect upon my own life.
I wish I could express my thoughts and feelings into pictures.. into shapes and color.
But I cannot, I'm only a writer.
I'm a shapeshifter of words.
I'm an expression of letters.
I'm a shadow behind the page.
The artist hogs the spotlight, takes away the observants.
I lay in wait, looking for someone to comment, fav, or even take I liking into my poetry and stories.
I want to have the spotlight, to be the best... the best word shifter.. the best writer.
My sorrow continues on, for the artist is always on the light.
I'm forced to wait in shadow until my words become known.
For now.. I shall wait.. until someone dodges the artist... and comes to me...
AnarchyAnarchy,Anarchy12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A life of individual responsibility
A system of Government
With but one law,
Bring no pain to others.
So why are anarchists viewed as villains?
Because of people who claim anarchy
To order to bring about the destruction of peace,
Causing a whirlpool of truth and lies,
Confusing the observer,
While observing the confused.
The Antichrist is pain.
Gay L.O.V.E.Gay L.O.V.E.12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
L is for Lonely.
What we all are until we find that special person to which we share our hearts and souls. That single person that brightens our darkest days. That is there to comfort us when we're sad. Can give us strength when we are at our weakest. That will be there to tell us when we're wrong, or stand behind us when we're right. That single person that means more to us then life itself…
O is for no Option.
Please understand. Love is not an optional thing. It doesn't ask our permission first. It won't even give us any warning. It will just come along and fill that empty space in our hearts. You never know with who, or when it will find you, though when it does…you'll surely know it. It will be the greatest feeling in the world…
V is for Virtue.
It's for being able to stand against all odds with the one we love. It's for not being afraid of who knows we care for this person. Not letting what others think mar our decision for happiness. It's
Our AmericaOur America12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Raped on the hood of a car.
The only thing left is an unborn child.
She's walking to the clinic to the kill the memory.
10 advocates ruin the plan.
Not only killing her but the cause too.
Waiting in a smoky bar.
Will you get lucky tonight?
9 wrapped in your pocket
Bet you cant believe she's underage.
Standing on the street corner.
Patient for a trick.
Trying to make what you're doing okay.
8 year old son at home.
But you're getting paid.
Lying in the street.
Lay-offs got real bad.
Sleeping with your family under the 540 bridge.
7 lives lost in a budget cut.
Work is hard to find.
In jail for life on a false crime.
Admitted a murder you didn't commit.
The FBI convinced you that you did something wrong.
6 more fights in a prison cell.
The government are the heroes.
Bombing in a city street.
Blame it on the Muslims.
Have to find a scapegoat one way or another.
5 more sivilians dead.
Media lies about Islam once again.
Let us rejoice.
We handled everything.
But why are people sti
GothicGothic11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cliche as a term
very miss represented
so I wear black alot
its my favorite shade/color
I may have chains, nets, and collars
but who cares no biggie
thats not real gothic
the essence of gothic
is truelly in the soul
the darkest corners of your mind
where all things morbid and dark rest
that is the place where I lay
that is the true essence of gothic
Its not the black clothes
or make-up and acessories
but the dark threads
weaved in your very mind
the total corruption of yourself
the term gothic has adapted
to the new cliches so much over the years
its true meanings has become lost
and listening to everyone
toss around these cliche titles/terms
is so egotistical and conceited
its no longer funny
nova smilenova smile11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
6am: Rising to crackled reception,
this, the mimicked serenade to sunrise,
performed the whole world over.
8am: In the kitchen,
and a coffee cup
invite me to breakfast.
I count morning on both hands,
four espresso ribbons,
draped over the pages,
filling where ink cannot.
12pm: I lie on the small square of grass
looking up into the apex of cerulean.
Up on the gutter,
sits a bird, still,
below thick down,
ticks suck out birdsong.
one of quiet tragedy.
3pm: In the supermarket
I watch people stocking up,
AnonymousAnonymous4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the face in the shadows,
which no one ever sees.
I create the world's tomorrows,
but use no tongue to speak.
I'm in the minds of humankind,
to see all their desires.
My deeds to everyone are blind,
of this I'll never tire.
I am justice.
I am god.
I am you.
We are Anonymous.
Will die an arabA lot of people will denyWill die an arab11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but I don't care and I will stand up high
for who am I,
and for what God chose me to be
I'll be the best I can be
Im proud to say I am an Arab with all its means
no matter what disrespect i might get
let them say savages barbarians or illiterates,
it doesn't matter to me
what matters the most is me
and how I treat thee
I treat people as individuals
Regardless their race color or religion
I am here for certain years
Then I'll disappear
To a world where only sins and deeds rule
The records are set ready for that day
You and I shall not prepare what to say
Who and what surrounds us shall speak
A moment when we are most terrified
An old good word we've said may come
Reminds us of what darkness we've lit
take my word and remember this
What makes a person special
Not the tongue that he talks by
Nor the religion he defends
It's the number of people he has helped
It's how many false he has regret
At the end with joy I would say
I was born an Arab
Men Who Rule The World.Men Who Rule The World.12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fiddle the figures and find all the facts,
Just take a good look at how backwards you act.
You kept moving forwards and never looked back,
Your movement so scripted your timing exact.
Your bubblegum lies and your painted on smiles,
Who needs emotions when you've got that much style.
Your empty ideas, blow away in the wind,
Demons came knocking, you let them all in.
It's beautiful and pretty but it's all gone away,
I really do wish, that I had more to say.
Emo....Arms foldEmo....11 years ago in Typographical More Like This
How can someone understand
what it means to be
a grasping darkness called
She sits in her corner,
the world created
Death seems her only path,
An easy way
from the pain,
from the fear.
Redemption in a
freezer space 226freezer space 22613 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Across my thigh today,
I scrawled a word.
In pink marker,
A four-letter word.
Early today was found,
An unidentified victim,
A brunette teenage female,
A suspected case of suicide.
No cause of death apparent,
No exit wounds or bullet holes,
No slash\'n\'dash or hit and run,
Requires further examination.
They pulled away her clothes,
And off white undergarments.
They opened up her stomach,
And examined what lay within.
They weighed and measured .
They drew blood and tested.
Trying to unravel the mysteries of,
Their brown haired green-eyed Jane Doe.
\"Victim Jane Doe 226,
Recent scars visible on,
Arms breasts and abdomen.
The stomach contains,
Large amounts of an alcohol,
And several undigested pills.
The bladder is ruptured,
Suggesting excessive drinking.
The liver was bleeding internally,
Most likely from the consumption,
Of too many assorted pharmaceuticals.
Most probable cause of death-
Suicide. By means of overdose...\"
A tired pathology technician ,
Bent down to take a close
Reintegracao de PosseReintegração de PosseReintegracao de Posse4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
para construir suas muralhas
matam o bebê ainda dentro da barriga
mas não fazem o mesmo com seus filhos
Não olham em seus rostos
e das velhas moradias
sobrarão só os escombros
Vendem a vida de famílias
para enriquecer suas companhias
enquanto suas filhas vadias
vendem o corpo por mil libras
Tiram o teto dos necessitados
à base de bala de borracha
jogam-lhes no buraco
tratam-lhes como trapos
como pedras no sapato
Tiranos, queimem no inferno!
Tiranos, cuidado, perfuraremos o seu terno!
8 horas e 59 minutos de 2 de fevereiro de 2012.
AlimentacaoAlimentaçãoAlimentacao4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Quem come à R$ 29,90
de certo que a cabeça não esquenta
e no final quiç'ainda dá gorjeta.
Molho madeira, azeite extra virgem?
Na barraca da tia, só croquete, nem quibe.
Aspargos, couve-flor e maionese?
Mostarda Heinz, alcaparras e gergelim?
Come devagar e no final sorri?
Enquanto isso na calçada da rua
a salsicha esquenta
o purê de batata fervendo
cobre o pão de vinagrete e desejo.
Enche a pança do trabalhador
que lambe os beiços
que é pra não sentir dor.
Refresquinho de caju à R$ 1,50?
Quero ver se a madame se contenta.
Mas isso sempre foi assim
não tem jeito
quem tem come bem
quem não tem, come mal
mas come também.
Meio-dia e 53 minutos de 20 de dezembro de 2011.
Dois mil e dozeEstávamos acostumados com nossos dois zerosDois mil e doze4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
por dez anos anos nos acompanharam
o que sobrou durou mais dois anos
mas agora são dois mil e doze
e ele já sabe que ficará só
por pelo menos noventa anos
pobre zero perdido
tantas vidas passarão por ele
tantas mortes, tantas feridas
e o pobre coitado ainda descobriu
que quando dois mil e cem chegar
ele não estará mais lá
será substituído por um um magrelo
dois novos zeros aparecerão no final
mas apenas dez anos sobreviverão
depois seus amigos só serão lembrados
a cada dez anos, quiçá.
Pobres zeros esquecidos.
20 horas e 44 minutos de 2 de janeiro de 2012.