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Hate

Do you hear my silent cries? Or do you set me to the side? For in my mind the black bird flies, In the Darkness of my mind For each breath you take, For each word you speak, I slowly grow in hate For you, is who, my Darkness seek Do you hear my scream of hate, Just wanting you to die? For now I wait, for you fate, In the Darkness of my mind!

Copyright © andrew legan | Year Posted 2011

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All That Refuse To See

All That Refuse To See


Your ears shut wide eyes up tight
a menagerie sits in absent light
Time and reason are out of sight
stonecold now is courage's might!

Your eyes embrace a newfound cave
even logic can not your mind save
in blindness you are now a slave
treading a path to shallow grave!

Your screams raise no great alarm
dead plants harvest on your farm
No more shall love be your charm 
chained legs match each dead arm!

Your last days filled with cries
fruits set onto your many lies
Dark clouds moan in your skies
Heart rots as soul slowly dies!

Your death was an incoming tide
bled from arrogant false pride
Fait accompli no man can hide
none succeed, many have tried!

Robert  Lindley
01, 23, 1979

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

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Don't Hate Her

Don't hate her because she's beautiful 
Or envy that she's hot
She is all about appearances
It consumes her every thought

Try to look a little closer
Past the makeup and the hair
Beauty has little value
If a person doesn't care

Looks are her priorities
She doesn't work on what's inside
People tell her she's beautiful 
She gorges on her pride

She's an emotional anorexic
Soul food she refuses to eat
Her behavior reinforced
When people fall at her feet

She craves the admiration
The attention she receives 
Pretty is her curse
In the end it's her disease

She becomes a caricature 
Her illusion to maintain 
Fighting the mirror and time
Over and over again

I appreciate a beautiful woman but the Beauty has to emanate from a much deeper place for me to truly appreciate it. The most beutiful women I have met have become more beautiful with each word they have spoken. We need to stop emphasizing the physical when we raise our children, we will then raise up a generation of truly beautiful people.

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2012

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Streets of blood


Streets of blood

She stood upon the terrace high
streets of blood below
The gate left open in the night,
a dark sky threatens snow

With swine and pearls running free
her bed sheets fought the wind
A tear drop fell her worried eyes
at hate now once again

Of drawbridge wars in endless fight
to stones of castle keep
A single rose a’ bloom this dawn
as mothers come to weep

For sons of father’s destined fall,
these followed footsteps bare
Along the streets so narrow, long,
where death becomes aware

“Enough!” she shouted far and wide
“This fighting now shall end”
“Take your swords and hateful spite,
do not return again”

And lifting high her amulet
upon a staff of wood
She chanted as the stone did glow
this morning where she stood

“Of peace, let all be felt this hour
Thy breath of saddened greed
Be gone, be gone, oh beast of war
No longer doth thou feed

Ye shadows o’er a nightfall mist
Lest blood befall your hand
Beyond this tree lined sacred place
Be gone from this our land”

When then a mighty wave did flow,
the streets were cleansed of fear
And there beyond horizons call
the sunrise did appear

And where once sat a single rose, 
one thousand buds did grow
Of crimson red and silken gold,
the sweetest fragrance flow

Mothers hugged their children close
as loudly trumpets blared
The bloodied streets now white with snow
and love by all was shared

But there within the canyons lurked
cast eyes of beaded red
“I shall return to take this place
O’ ye who think me dead” 

“To once more fill yon streets with blood
of this ye can believe
No matter what the masses want,
know this, I shall not leave” 


Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2016

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I hate you

I hate you because you stole my heart,
but I don’t want it returned;
The fact that it is safe with you,
is something I have learned.

I hate the way you smile at me,
It stops all time and space;
When you are near, I feel at ease,
and grounded in my place.

I hate how you can make time fly,
and yet, make each moment last;
I feel as though you are my world,
I hate the spell you’ve cast.

I hate the times you’ve shown you care,
I always question why;
I know, that I can count on you,
to catch the tears I cry.

I hate the way you look at me,
what you see I do not know;
I’m scared you’ll find out how I feel,
I hope it doesn’t show.

I hate the way you touch my hand,
because eventually, you let go;
I hate the way you hug me tight,
my feelings over-flow.

I hate the way you talk to me,
Your voice is firm, but kind;
The way you think, is different,
I appreciate, your mind.

I hate you because of who you are to me,
You cannot be replaced;
I hate the way you make me feel,
but my emotions, must be faced.

I love, the warmth your presence brings,
and how you’re always true;
For the soul that you are,
until I die, I will love you.

Copyright © Faaiqah Abader | Year Posted 2015

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Love Conquers Hate


                                  When the rain stops and the tears still flow…
                                Our souls are unmasked as feelings still show…
                                       Hands that write to lessen the pain…
                                  For my words to be read to keep us sane…
                                     Lasting impressions etched on a wall…
                                 As we sit on the edge of an emotional fall…
                         We grasp this world and the events that took place…
                       As our beliefs are tested through the tears on our face…
                         Hands reached across the land as fear becomes faith…
                                And warm hearts bleed as love conquers hate…





Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2012

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ANGELus

Angelus wasn't anyone special. Some might say that he was a loser.

He did more than his share of chasing women 

and townsfolk say that he was very much the boozer,

but beneath all of his irresponsibility stood a champion the purest of heart.

The Good was always within him. It just never seemed to get a good start.

Angelus was abused by his father. Conflicts arose between the two quite often.

His father saw his son as a family disgrace 

and wouldn't hesitate to get the whip and beat him.

"Why does my father hate me so? Families should love you no matter what.

How can I give my family what they desire 

when it's simply something that I just haven't got?"

Thoughts like this would haunt Angelus daily, leaving him in a very confused place to be.

"I love them! I hate them!" Angelus would cry. "I hate them for not loving me."

One evening he was drowning his sorrows. Suddenly this vision of loveliness appeared.

The vixen Darla then said as she ran her fingers through his hair,

"Such beautiful eyes should not be so filled with tears.

I too never knew the love of a family. I roamed this world living my life as a whore,

searching for the love of family in the arms of strangers 

who cared less after they had used me once more.

I can only imagine the pain that you suffer. 

I never knew my family and perhaps it's just as well,

because seeing you here now with your family and a family that doesn't love you

is so obviously a more painful and tormenting hell.

You've two choices before you Angelus my sweet.

End your life now and free yourself from this torment

or spend forever with me and together we'll seek life's bittersweet but eternal enjoyment.

If death isn't your choice then the answer is clear.

Say the words and I'll deliver you from all of this.

Close your eyes, say the words, you have nothing to fear.

Let me give you my eternal kiss."

He gazed upon her and thought to himself, "This one truly must be my salvation."

"I choose you," he then said as he closed his eyes

and so began Angelus's damnation.

She sunk her fangs deep in his throat and fed on his blood.

All of his Good, all of his Soul all disappear.

Angelus was reborn the most evil of evil.

He was the vampire all vampires would fear.

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Copyright © SillyBilly theKidster | Year Posted 2009

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Medusa Or Sexy Siren, Memory Debates

Medusa Or Sexy Siren, Memory Debates


I felt it was time to just let the hell go, 
walking away while you screamed and cursed.
There was no fight then made just for show
an instant decision, one I never rehearsed.
Whiskey had me ready to battle, fight a war
my nerves were shot but courage filled me.
I remember that day- it is still a bad scar,
evidence of the day you forced me to hurt me!


I walked out into a steamy hot August night,
knowing that move was to be set in hard stone.
You looked in awe at that unimaginable sight,
sat there and cried like a sad child all alone!

I look back at your face from memory I saved,
there was anger, fright and hate dancing there. 
My leaving was an act far too damn long delayed.
Like a Medusa, you gave me that hideous stare!

Yet at times, that face clears and is replaced.
By your beauty, dressed up and all in sexy lace!

R.J. Lindley
Jan 23rd, 1988

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Hate Provokes Hate

The air splits as jets rip the sky,
for death pilots every flight tonight.
And fearing that their loved ones may die,
panicky people scatter in fright.

Harboring hate can levy steep tolls,
in the struggle of east versus west.
For martyrs possess revengeful souls,
to that, human bombs can attest.
 
The sting of a bullet takes a life,
unleashing reality’s nightmare.
And yet, severing heads with a knife,
makes killing a personal affair.

Standing on arrogance we feel tall,
till a mine strikes with its shrapnel bite.
And told we’re right, we think we can’t fall,
yet, a boy lays dead lost to this fight.

Innocent blood spills upon the sands,
when kids are casualties of war.
And God fearing souls wash crimson hands,
never knowing what their child died for.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

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Common Sense

interrupting
with 5,000 hostile words or more
believing that conversation is a contest to be won
I have listened to them describe
that which they call common sense.
as a result, I realize why common sense
isn’t very common

but who am I to say
at the end of a weary day
what is or isn’t sensible?

well…

I listen sincerely and do not merely
plan what I want to say
while it’s still their turn to hold sway

when I am wrong I don’t clang like a gong
and if soon I am singing a different song
I remember it’s change that makes me strong

I don’t secretly wish for their demise
and I don’t try to cut them down to size
for I need their help if I’m to be wise

and when they are done I repeat what they said
so they know that their words went into my head
rather than just immediately cutting them to shreds
I think about it, I discuss it
I think about what they said

in short, 
by being a good listener
by having an open mind
I learn to distinguish the sensible
from that which is reprehensible!

Copyright © Wally Flint | Year Posted 2015

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A Belfast Story

Come hold my hand and tell me lies
Infuse the hate and woe betide
Tooth for a tooth, pluck out their eyes
A soldiers duties exercised
Let's kill the child, from the inside
 
The spirits of the netherworld
Scream loudly to be freed
Within this world of politics
This cage of hate and greed
I'm right you're wrong
You're wrong I'm right
Whose turn is it to die tonight
A bloody ****ing massacres
The only end in sight
 
Not for the strong, to sit upon the fence
Let's take the hate and killing to their door
Self righteousness screams out in our defence
Christ knows it's hard to take this anymore
 
The spirits of the netherworld
Scream loudly to be freed
Within this world of politics
This cage of hate and greed
I'm right you're wrong
You're wrong I'm right
Whose turn is it to die tonight
A bloody ****ing massacres
The only end in sight

Copyright © peter walsh | Year Posted 2014

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When Love Becomes Easy

When loves becomes e-z the world will B a better place
holdin you will B more often N kissin U will have a better taste
spendin time will not be spent but it will B remembered
When loves becomes e-z the doubts U have U wont remember
N When loves becomes e-z we will walk hand and hand with our enemies
when greed becomes powerless we will sail back from overseas
When loves becomes e-z it will B e-z 2 love,
sympathy will have a name N it's name will B love
When loves becomes e-z we will finally let our graud down
when i find love U'll B safe when i'm around
i could love 4ever and hate just once,
and that hate will back fire on me like a broken gun
hate is so e-z and love is so hard,
we love to hate the devil and fear to love God....

if we could love jus 2 love, my love will be everlasting
it will be bullet proof instead of plastic
When loves becomes e-z i will love like the 1st
mayB my mind will unfold, mayB this bubble will brust
it's better not to love at all then to love and lost
because trying to gain that love back is a debtly cost
and when loves becomes e-z a smile will become a gift
5 fingerz will become a hand N that hand will become a lift
When loves becomes e-z the most meaningful word will B firend
and When loves becomes e-z i will love you again

                                                                                          9/18/06

Copyright © Jay PorknBean | Year Posted 2010

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Never Forgive Me

                     I am alone
                     I am bored
                     I had enough
                     I want more

Why can't I live without you
Why can't I forget loving you
I run through the night streets
I pick fights just to get beat
You think I won't forgive you
If it was only that simple to do
For what you can't seem to see
Is I can't... never forgive me

I have no friends
I have no family
I party without pity
Being in a glazed faze
Hell is all I raise

                     I am alone
                     I am bored
                     I had enough
                     I want more

Promises spoken only to deceive
Promises broken I foolishly believed
Nothing last forever nothing stays the same
True love ends when only one remains
People change People leave
People hate People bleed
People hurt People pain
Never never change

                      I am alone
                      I am bored
                      I had enough
                      I want more

I miss you terribly
I miss you miserably
I miss you more and more

                       Turn off the light
                       Turn on the night
                       Let me dwell in
                       My self pity skin

You think I won't forgive you
If it was only that simple to do
For what you can't seem to see
Is I can't...never forgive me


Copyright © Fritz Purdum | Year Posted 2013

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Shadows and silence

Our shadows hold many secrets,
If our walls could talk,
they'd choose silence.
Shades of promises broken
And shades theft and violence.

Heavy hands one day will tend 
To the graves of fools,
Pray for them
Then blanket them,
With viverant noxious blooms.

Notorious names now
Censored by blood, tears
And dust.
And among them one day
Sadly, will be the names of us.






Copyright © Charles Pullen | Year Posted 2016

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Don't Let Hate Consume You

Don't let hate consume you
it will eat you alive,
make you hateful and bitter
your life will take a nosedive.

You'll grow old much faster
way before your time,
let the love you feel in your heart
be set free, let it shine.

It's hard not to hold a grudge
especially if your heart's been hurt,
let God deal with those persons
think of them as dirt.

Just walk away from them
turn the other cheek,
what goes around, comes around
be yourself, mild and meek.

It's okay to feel angry
you have every right,
don't let hate consume you
never let it keep you awake at night.

Copyright Cynthia Jones
Apr.29/2015

God will punish those in the end, that decided to make your life so hurtful and horrible, that you just can't take it anymore. Don't sink to their level. You are much better than they are.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2016

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to the ku klux klan Part 2

We are all essentially African. That's where humanity first took birth.
Some then left Africa to populate every land mass on planet earth.
Those of us who remained in equatorial Africa kept our very dark protective skin.
It served as a natural sun block, 
preventing harmful ultra violet rays from contaminating our bodies from within.
As we migrated closer to the poles we began to slowly depigmentize. 
It was an evolutionary trade off, one might call evolutionarily wise.
The rays of the sun when closer to the poles 
are not as harsh as in sub tropical Africa and the pole's climate is cold.
Where as in Africa we walked naked with our protective dark skin,
The poles were colder. We wore clothing over our slowly depigmentizing skin.
Depigmentizing all the quicker because of very little exposure to the sun at all.
Because we differ in skin color doesn't mean anything good or bad at all.
We were and still are all the same human specie, unlike our cousins, the extinct Neanderthal.
We are all homo sapiens. We are all the one and only Human Race. 
In a nutshell, that says it all.
To All Hate Groups Out There and hate individuals too.
Be forewarned. Be aware. Your over due extinction is about to come true.
I speak for all with knowledge who have truly evolved too,
"We All Welcome The Extinction Of All The Ignorance Created By All Of You."
You should all welcome it too, so that all of you can truly, for the common good, 
intellectually evolve too.

Copyright © SillyBilly theKidster | Year Posted 2009

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Where Hate Can't come Ashore

  Perhaps our Cafe should be,
on an island in the sea.
Somewhere neutral ,fine and free
Where Hate can't come ashore.

Maybe we could close our eyes 
turn down the lights and realize
our friendship is the greater prize,
Come in and close the door.

Are your eyes a darker shade 
your hair in curls or long of braid
Variety is what God has made,
Sameness is a bore.

suppose your world has skies of  green
a purple river in between
Magenta mountains ,
How obscene!
not if I just explore....

The way you see it through your mind,
settle in and take the time
to write a place we all can find,
Where Hate can't come ashore.

Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006

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LOVES MY TRAGEDIES

It never takes much for me to fall in love,
but i love, love for all the reasons I hate love,
I love, love because love is what holds me through the night,
but that same love may hit me in a fight,
I love, love because love is my protection,
but that same love may hurt me from rejection,
I love, love cause no two loves are the same,
but falling in love is like continuing a game, and i just don't wanna play anymore,
I want a love that will love me and except me,
Don't try and change me,
but that is just the type of love that will never find me,
so instead of hating love, I fear love,
I fear love more then I love, love,
I have never feared expressing my love,
but I fear falling in love too deeply cause I know that is just the type of love that will 
hurt me, 
I have falling in love so many times,
it always seems like a race against  time,
love never stays with me,  it always leaves me,
it always finds a way to hurt me,
whether it's taking a boy from me, or taking away someone in my family,
loves my tragedies,
but without love leads me to sanity,
I hate the feeling of being alone because I spent my whole life alone,
 I'v done everything in my life on my own,
I don't think I deserve to be alone but I fear what love may one day do to me,
because love I know will one day hit me,
just like daddy hit mommy,
just like love hit my sister,
love wouln't let them excape and I'v seen the pain the blood and the tears,
so love has become the source of all my fears,
I never stay in love cause i feel the need to fun from love,  but this I will never tell,
I may say I love but it's not the same type of love inwhich you know of
because when I love I love deeply,
but my love for love is running swifly,
I am getting older by the year and one day I will have to live with a man,
but I will not love that man I will fear that man,  because if I love him he will grow 
mad, and he will one day hit me,
thats why I fear any guy loving me,
because loves my tragedies.

Copyright © TANISHA AUSTIN | Year Posted 2006

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TOXIC HATE


Cold and withered my heart mildly beats,
As my mind plays my past in short repeats.
Withdrawn and rejected, I feel so low,
The world doesn’t stop repeating its blow.

I look out the window and feel the wind brush my cheeks,
Even when I want to let go; my past stalks me through years, months and weeks.
People have a tendency to hurt others bad,
They don’t even care if it makes the recipient sad.

Their hatred for others burns so strong,
They look past everything; the right and the wrong.
They use their slashing tongues and their violent lips,
Yes, their words hit me hard and slash through like treacherous whips.

I fight back with all my might,
My words spewed to kill them on sight.
A verbal war; an ugly battlefield,
Except for hatred nothing else will it ever yield.

My own words shock me out of this miserable trance,
I realize I want to stop this off-beat dance.
But when I turn to let go and run,
Hatred arms hold me close preventing me to stop the “fun”.

And when it stops and everything settles down,
With no one atop a throne, or wearing his royalty in a crown
Why can’t people choose for peace, to find?
A verbal war leaves a putrid atmosphere behind.

I could cry, I could repent,
I could spend a million years and never know what it meant.
Hatred is such a far-cry from peace,
Its toxic fumes can envelope you and you might never know life’s true bliss.

Copyright © Ratnabali Dutta | Year Posted 2016

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FACEBOOK MANAGEMENT LISTEN UP YOU SUCK

I've been doing some soul searching and it's time to wake up
Nasty comments on Facebook when religion issues come up 
Really starting to suck!
I highly doubt that the management are up to any good
This morning I woke to a photo of ISIS no Robin Hood
I once wrote that the Internet can be a terrible place
Now I am convinced it is the beginning of the end for the human race
Before the Internet existed emotions ran raw
But they were contained to one single shore
Is this healthy for anyone at all?
Facebook is making the money and the owner is having a ball
Sadly a lot of people do not realize this at all
When something diabolical happens who will take the fall?

Copyright © Brigitte Pace | Year Posted 2016

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Hoods

A storm is brewing, full of hatred and despise
A tornado growing, you can see it in their eyes
The hoods are out, with the pit bulls at their heel
You can smell the fear, you can touch it, go on, feel
What has caused this thing, what has caused the gangs to rumble
What has happened overnight, in this massive concrete jungle
Something exceptional, to cause the gangs to hate and rob
Their welfare cheques have stopped and they have to get a job

17/04/2016

Copyright © john scott | Year Posted 2016

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Heartache in ZaniLa Rhyme

Heartache is what follows me about
looking for the love we’d found
I loved you once, but now I hate you
silence left, no ethereal sound

Heartache is the pain you left me I
need to run from this dark place
But now I hate you, I loved you once
let me be free to feel life’s caress

Heartache is the lines on my etched face
shows the world internal pain
I loved you once, but now I hate you
until I am in your arms again

Heartache eases have found a new friend
someone to share in life’s game
But now I hate you I loved you once
my true love you will always remain

Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2012

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Hate will never pass the test - Part 2 of 2

I stopped beneath a big oak tree
and tried to catch my breath
My body it was shaking still,
he scared me half to death

I pulled my notebook to my lap,
my hand it held the pen
And started writing poetry,
my love for her again

When then I looked above my place,
the branches filled with birds
They watched as I was writing this,
they chirped at every word

“Don’t let that old crow bother you”
I heard their voices say
“He wants to be the only one,
that’s why he acts this way”

“Just keep on writing poetry,
your verses are the best
Be yourself, you’re doing fine,
to that we can attest”

“There’ll always be someone like him
that tries to pull you down
But worry not, just wear a smile
in place of that old frown”

So that I did, I wrote and wrote
and didn’t have a care
So I could always send my love
to you I long to share

I penned for you a poem of
affections written deep
Hoping that close to your heart
my words you’d always keep

When then again I heard that voice,
my day then turned to night
“I see you’re writing poetry,
I knew that I was right”

“I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do,
we’ll put it to a test
You write yours and I’ll write mine,
we’ll see who is the best”

I closed my eyes and thought of us,
my mind held such a view
I wrote some lines of perfect prose
to say that I love you

He scratched and clawed upon his pad
and with an evil grin
He tossed the page down on the ground
and said, “Let’s go, begin”

I read the words that he did write
and if I must confess
I didn’t understand a thing,
his poem was a mess

Several lines of gibberish,
hate in every breath
Calling names of everyone,
he even threatened death

And then he read my offering,
a look came on his face
His feathers black had turned to ash,
his head hung in disgrace

For love shall win out every time  
in ink of gentle flow
“Go spew your hatred someplace else,
it’s time for you to go”

I watched him as he flew away,
a sulking fading bird
On silent wings he disappeared,
he uttered not a word

I often walk along that path
but now I wear a smile
For I’m still writing poetry
in my romantic style

Though I will not forget that day
as these words come to mind
“Hate will never pass the test,
it’s better to be kind”

Thank you for reading my poem.

Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2016

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Social Media - Life of a Teen

Every day I go on Facebook to check on my wall, I just stare and wonder if I even know you people at all. 
I go on Twitter to tweet a tweet, then on Instagram to share a random picture of my feet.
I post just about the most ridiculous things, including what I wear and what I eat.
I can't stand my page being blank and white, so I come up with a funny story, whenever I can't think of anything else to write.
If I'm really bored I might check out someone else's page instead, to post a rude comment about something they said.
I don't hang out with a lot of friends, but according to the internet, I have over a hundred and ten!
This is everyone's routine day by day, as we check posts, and secretly call each other names as we pass in the hallway. 
We no longer have genuine compassion; instead we get straight to the point, something I like to call bashing.
We think it's normal to yell "Amy's having a baby and Mark is going crazy!"
Texting is another great hobby, I just got a message calling Amy a slut, and Mark's girlfriend a complete nut.
We call this our way to connect, but society is turning into a wreck.
Social media helps us to keep in touch, but I think it's the reason we haven't slept much.

Sometimes I stay on my phone till 4 in the morning, but who needs sleep anyways? 
That’s boring!
The internet is such a time consumer.
Its fast pace has even caught up to the late bloomers.
I think I’m going crazy; I can hardly go a day.
I wonder if other people are this way.
It’s such a distraction while I’m supposed to be doing homework.
But keeping up with all these statuses is already enough work.
You can find EVERYONE on Facebook!
From aunts to uncles and about a million girls named Brook.
Some people write about the most interesting things,
Including their relationships which have no strings.
Reminds me of Anita,
So easy to please, seems charming and wise, but easy for all the guys.
Meanwhile, Sammy is bullied until she sits there and cries.
Our eyes are glued to the screens that only causes affliction,
Welcome to social media, the world's latest greatest addiction.

Copyright © natasha ann | Year Posted 2013

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This poem is my own recovery from Valium O Little White Tablet

‘0 LITTLE WHITE TABLET’

O little white tablet, how I hate you,
I was only 21 years old, when introduced to you.
You looked so innocent, so white, so pure.
I was told you were the answer to everything,
(The cure)
No-one told me, when they introduced me to 
the rest of your family, the yellow and the blue.
The blue being five times stronger than you.
No-one told me of the dangers you held within.
Of all the pain I would have to go through, all the suffering.
No-one told me. YOU would rob me, of eighteen 
years of my life.
That I would be unable to function properly,
as a Mother and Wife.
No-one told me, I would get addicted to you.
Of all the pain and suffering, I would
have to go through.
To get you out of my system, alone took two years. 
Two more years of heartbreak, many, many tears.
Then to find out, I had Agoraphobia.
Several more years, destroyed by fear.
Which a lot of people, say is caused by you.
Not being able to go out, far or near.
Hurting all the ones, I loved so dear.
O little white tablet, how I hate you.
But in the end I was the winner Not you.

This poem refers to prescribed drugs

Copyright © pat dring | Year Posted 2011

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Put a bullet in my brain

Put a bullet in my brain
as the rain sweeps her out of my arms
and places her into another's.
Put a bullet in my brain
for I don't want to see love slip away
please end my suffering,
for I don't want to dare see her in the arms of another man.

I fear the tear that slips away from my soul
and touches the ground with a splash
as she is washed away by the lashed memories of the rain,
please, someone put a bullet in my brain.

I can't bear to see her with another man
laying in his arms
as he charishes her beauty
just like I did to her.
As she smiles and laughs at his jokes
my heart would not bare the sorrow and pain
that would tare my heart apart into pieces of tainted love.
Please tell the rain to stop,
as the pain grows when rain comes down,
please someone end my suffering,
put a bullet in my brain
and stop the rain
that washes away every memory of her.

Stop saying you miss me
and just kiss me
for I can't take the pain
of the rain that takes you away.
Kiss me and stop saying you miss me
for those are useless words to me.
Love is where it's at, so show me.
Don't go with him, he'll treat you wrong.
Love and laugh with me till the break of dawn
as we yawn the long night away.

Kiss me and don't say you miss me.
For if you go away from me,
I couldn't bare to take a tear and waste it away.
Tears, sweet tears crying for you,
doesn't that mean anything to you?
I ask you, stop the rain,
stop the pain and put that bullet in my brain.

Let the red blood flow from my temples.
Let the plow dig my grave,
for I can't bare to see you with another
in his arms, him kissing you, where I kissed you.
I can't take it, I have to make it,
make that pain go away.
Prayer didn't help, God turned a blind eye
when I came up and said why!
Put that bullet in my dome
and when I lay in the coffin, looking at the roof of the church
you come and kiss me, and then you can really say
that you'll miss me.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

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The Devil Can Cite Scripture For His Purpose

To the Dove World Outreach Center and Westboro Baptist Church

At the Sunday gospel meeting
Coded words of hate repeating
Welcome in if you're Caucasian
Enter not if black or Asian

Sheeple purple Kool-Aid drinking 
For the ones who do their thinking
Giving up their right to question
For a soothing mind possession

You'll take no vino with the host
It might offend the Holy Ghost
So you'll save your Ray-Bans for
The covered drive-thru liquor store

Come sit upon the front row pews
Be born again to hate the Jews
All brother this and sister that
Unless you wear a bishop's hat

You handle snakes and speak in tongues
But you can't even spell in one
You know a single Spanish phrase
And that's "Habla usted ingles?"

You can abuse that Venezuelan
While you worship Sarah Palin
Who can stoke your fiery yearning
For a little Koran burning

You're the lily of the valley
At the LGBT rally
In the spirit charismatic
And the gun on automatic

Time to do some holy rolling
Just outside your place of polling
In each verse and chapter quoting
Clear instructions for your voting

* Title is from The Merchant of Venice - Act 1, Scene 3

Copyright © Roy Jerden | Year Posted 2014

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Melt away Racism

Melt away Racism – Zamreen Zarook
 

Various ways the populace onset,
Launching always begin with an inset,
Day by day every mind starts to feel upset,
But it is sky rocketing on every sunset.

What is the gaining out of this discrimination?
What is the meaning of this aggravation? 
They find this as an anticipation,
But it is considered as the state of aberration

Tongue is given under an oath,
He gave hands and legs not to see you as sloth,
Let your positive mind handle them both,
Definitely it will wrap you with a golden cloth.

Show respect and be perfect,
Happiness and Elysium will be your deflect,
It’s the exact time to give the inject,
Then, there won’t be a single of deflect.
 
 

Copyright © Zamreen Zarook | Year Posted 2013

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May the Love of Jesus Touch You


May the Love of Jesus Touch You!

May the love of Jesus bless and touch you!
May his presence be with
 and uplift you!

May the joys of the love make
 you complete!
And touch you, from your
 head to your feet!

May the glory of the lord
 be with and keep you!
His majestic power can really touch you!

May the words that he’s spoken,
touch your spirit!
His mercy and salvation… 
 He freely give it!

May the sweetness of Jesus,
 into your life bring!
His righteousness and beauty!  
Your everything!

May you take some time
 with Jesus in prayer?
How much he loves you! 
 How much he cares!

By Jim Pemberton    07.28.13




Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

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Mein Trumpf

Come one, come all who'll follow me
don't fear repeating history
ignore your greed and stupidity
what we need is a common enemy

The material that I will now recite
for you angry, hateful folks tonight
will hopefully, in you incite
a twisted sense of freedom's might 

A platform, based upon a pogrom
is a bandwagon you can all get on;
for my second term, there'll be lebensraum
and we'll only need to drop one bomb

We'll need no walls; we'll need no borders
once we establish the complete new order
but first we need to stem the flow
before we're ready to make them go

So, don't delay, vote for me today
and I'll be giving out coupons for holidays
a week of relaxing in the sun,
but only for United States citizens

Copyright © David Brown | Year Posted 2015