Consent covered by deceit,
Would be nice if I could retreat.
Instead of being beat,
By an unseen enemy.
Our world run like a company,
So many tired and dying.
They're trying to kill us,
Training us to cuss.
Hustling through the bustle,
The food poisoning our muscles.
As we hustle through the bustle,
Ads rustle threw our mind,
Leaving only dirt to find.
While hiding behind the light,
They're playing with our sight.
Most are too weak to fight,
This just isn't right.
When will the night end,
And time bend,
So my heart can mend.
You're my only friend,
Who can heal this land.
I demand Justice,
Because I can,
Come help my fellow man.
I'm refusing to lose hope
there's rising evil in this idyllic world
~ let me catch my breath
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Everyone can be a critic.
Few can take criticism.
I’ve seen the results of youthful play
The paths half-buried of sandy ethics
The holes and pitfalls of reliance
Mounds of dirt clods and chocolate chips
Success tastes so fine –
Like a drink of ice cold water
On the last lap of decision
‘Cause we are all infinite genius
We know what we know –
Because we intended to be ominous
We have all the answers –
For our same redundant questions
So don’t point your finger at me
Waiting for a solution
To your petty-proud, little-lot life
My knowledge will pierce your pupils
Blister your lips
Bruise your belly
Crush your pride
I am a steel-toed construction boot
You are an insect
Don’t play checkers on my chess board
It’s a risk taken with a master madman
With a proven method of interpreting your ideas
Full intentions of beating you
At your own game
In your own home
Give me a reason to frown upside down.
We are the storm the world denied,
The fire that history that couldn't hide.
From broken homes, to stolen lands,
We rise with heavy iron in our hands.
No ruler’s crown, no soldier’s gun,
Can dim the light of what’s begun.
Through exile’s night, through prison’s bars,
We carry Eelam in our scars.
We are not ashes—we are the furious flame,
We speak our truth, we name our name.
The youth of Eelam, fierce and free,
Will fight until our people see.
O youth of Eelam, fierce, untamed,
We guard the truth, we bear the flame,
Against all odds, we rise, we fight,
For justice, freedom, and our right.
An empty room filled
with silence,
I want to remain,
I want to dream more.
The wind pushes
the window wide
open filling the room,
no longer empty;
yet, nobody’s there,
dark, cold, empty,
middle of nowhere on top
of a hill. I can't fly
like the flower petals over
there. I step outside,
and lay on grass under
a sky filled with stars.
Maybe I can't
reach the sky, but
I want to stretch
my hand out
and still try.
The stars remain eternal.
As I walk north,
I continuously walk
among this darkness.
My happy memories haunt
me and question my
choices. I too wonder
what will become
of me, yet
I still want to struggle,
not knowing
which path to take,
I now consider this
my fate,
times of sink or swim,
life surrounded
by hardships, but
I cannot give up,
this is my fight.
Maybe I can never fly
to the sky of stars far
out of my reach, but
I still want to try.
Its only night,
the morning always
comes,
a long journey awaits me.
There are demons I fight
That live inside of my head
No one knows that they exist
I choose to hide them instead
They torment my heart
And they torment my mind
There is no sense of peace
That I’m able to quite find
I wish they would go away
And finally leave me all alone
They have killed all my happiness
While my depression has grown
All the pain I have stored
Would make most men die
But I push through it all
And when no one is looking I cry
Hiding the river of tears that flow
One down each side of my face
I wish I had another emotion to feel
And this misery I could replace
Until that day comes around
I’ll be stuck in this living hell
Forever filled with this depression
Unable to ever feel like I’m well
"Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise,
the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art!"
When I am hit by this cute cupid's arrow,
I find myself writing about love and romance.
I will never fight it,
I must enjoy this feeling and write on.
When cupid's arrow aims for you, there isn't much that you can do!
Sixteen sailors strode into a pub,
Then a group of them left to get some grub.
Those who remained got into a fight,
With some locals who drank there every night.
Although the sailors did outnumber,
The locals (who were also dumber)
Two sailors shy of a ratio of two-to-one,
They (the sailors) had lost and the locals had won.
But then exactly half who had left for food,
Returned to the pub in a foul mood.
One local had left, a man named Tor,
Until the ratio was the reverse of what it was before,
Even though the beaten sailors couldn't fight,
The fresh sailors versus the locals, all right!
Don't ask me how it went,
For I will remain forever silent.
But could you determine how many sailors
Could be considered failures,
Because they went to get grub
And didn't return to the pub
Never swinging a punch nor taking a fall,
Against the locals at all?
She was the rain
He was the thunder
And together they were an unstoppable storm
Both activists in their own form
Both doing what they were made for
A duo who held a power that could destroy A system
Meant only to break them
Built to control them
Her voice was fire
Loud and unforgiving
His mind was like ice
Cold and calculated
She was outspoken
She lead the protests
Whilst he wrote the speeches
This was their dynamic
This made the racist world panic
And that's exactly what they wanted
They knew their power
They knew what triggered their envy
They knew the secret to unlock their weakness
And that was their blackness
So together they openly loved themselves
They knew it would cause them to become overwhelmed
Something they couldn't take
So instead they decide to hate
To mask their envy
To repress their inferiority
And replace it with false superiority
To hide their insecurities
For as long as we love our blackness
It will forever be our shield To protect us
From the darkness that lurks within the racists
Who will forever burn in their hatred
And scarred By jealousy
The Boxer by Simon and Garfunkel
The Boxer-verse 6
I’ve truly fought the good fight
And I’ve lost more than I’ve won
But no matter what the outcome
I know that I can live with pride
For I gave the best I could in every fight
Lie la lie, lie la lie la lie
You put me in a box—
'Cause that’s what makes you comfortable.
You put me in a box—
'Cause that’s what makes you strong.
You put me in a box
And tell me
That’s where I belong.
You put me in a box
To keep me
Contained.
Controlled.
You put me in a box
To strip away my soul.
You put me in a box
And seal it up tight.
You put me in a box
And think I won’t fight—
I’ll just curl up and quit.
But that’s not what you’ll get.
I don’t give a s***
How strong your box is.
I’m stronger.
Last longer.
Will conquer—
Your box.
Your rules.
Your sad expectations.
Imposed limitations.
No negotiations.
You’ll need a coffin
To keep me down and silent.
Because I’m all in.
Ain’t gonna fall in.
Gonna fight.
Get violent.
Damn your box.
after "Do not go gentle into that good night", by Dylan Thomas
Age can not scour away the furrowed gnarls time obeyed,
Nor mask the snarls, gouged as trenches on brows.
Grace knurls the grip that time has long betrayed,
To swage wrath and fury to a form that age endows.
Grace reveres the knurled design that time has hewn,
Not as a defect or flaw, but as grip etched by yen of years,
Like old trees twisted, contorted, too far gone to prune.
It’s grace that cradles calloused scars, not fears.
It’s the gnarls of age that knurls the last grasp of rage
to rebel against the curse of dusk’s encroaching bite.
Stroking the rebellious snarls that ring on anvil stage,
as loved ones bear the thumps and flails of the plight.
It's the gnarls of age that knurls the grip to fight,
against the blight in the coming of good night.
Showering in the rain, a mockingbird
Unheard chirps, or his pain
A brown thrasher knocked him wane
Totally off the fast train
Why must we fight each time we meet,
To show which one’s the strongest bear?
There’s really no need to compete.
Why must we fight?
There’s lots of female bears out there,
Who’ll love us, even in defeat.
Why don’t we just agree to share?
I’m satisfied to take back seat
And say you beat me fair and square.
I can’t be bothered in this heat.
Why must we fight?
Picture No. 2
The way it happened
I had to fight for the leprechaun’s love every day.
If it wasn’t loved it would name call.
So had to be on alert all time.
I could see him corner of my eye just watching me.
If it fell out with me it would shout.
It had money and was giving me none.
Just to keep me hanging on.
Just as long as I didn’t look at another man.
Lol.
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