Bloods dripping down my face, im a disgrace
A fool for thinking I could ever win this race.
I’ve solicited my life to be replaced,
All my possessions, sanity, and sociality erased.
Though it seems that change and development have been taken away,
My mind plays around with possibilities of future arrays.
Instead of concluding my story with misery and decay,
I’ve decided to be grateful and live fully each day.
We as humans have not a single ounce of morality
We watch babies die and women cry and say it's just another fatality
We sit and lie about our lives and say we have hospitality
We say goodbye to the good times so we can choose neutrality
We try and hide we wont abide out of fear of liberality
We sigh, I sigh, I said we sigh because of your mentality
We might misguide and try to lie but see hatred as sensuality
We define the human mind as something of immortality
We might provide the wrong side the sources for sociality
But don't confide or hide your rights you will always have orality
The worlds combined bring hell alive do you see the criticality?
Stop choosing side like you were assigned that leads to social duality
The left and right will always fight which will always create depravity
We must unite just for the night so we can feel the congeniality
Don’t Want to Have Any Friends
Cause in My Heart I Know They Only Pretend
This Is Why My Friendships End
Don’t Want to Have Family
Don’t Even Want Them to Contact Me
Don’t Want Them Apart of My Sociality
Don’t Want Anyone to Call My Phone
Or Even Come Visit My Home
Cause I Am Much Happy Being on My Own
Don’t Want Anyone to Worry about Me
Cause this Is the Life I Want it to Be
Where Nothing Is a Reality
Don’t Think Anyone Really Understands
How Ones Life Can Get out of Hand
When Your Needs Always Gives Demands
Don’t Really Believe What I Just Said
Must Be the Drugs Messing with My Head
So Please Don’t Believe Anything You Just
Read
Written: October 19, 2023
Poem in the Fragmented Form Created by Poetess: Constance la France
The good work is done by people with jagged, broken edges because those edges cut things and leave an imprint, a design. By Harry Crews
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Love's blades tear within as a dull scalpel with teeth
Leaving merely a crushed, dead chunk of flesh
It shreds, gouges, and weeps till the heart bequeaths
Offering its heart gambles will be accepted fresh,
Being hugged frowns as it gulps the vile reality
The dagger sinks further, piercing the frailty of sanity
A heart still bleeds while succumbing to sociality
Pathetic, petrous parcel with pebbly peaks
Jagged-toothed dome rising into bespeaks,
Each is engraved, erose, and has surface breaks.
Swallowed by a murky quagmire of an abyss beneath,
Snapping at heels all life, laden with vessel mensch,
Unfathomable evil clings to grief and jagged vitality
Vow to thrive with every word your soul speaks.
Socialization
When does socialization become sexualization?
When does socialization become sabotaging?
Socialization isn't sexualization
Socialization isn't sabotaging
Saboteur isn't a socialist
Socialization isn't sacrilege
A socialist isn't a sacrosanct
Socialism isn't sadism
A sadist isn't a socialist
Salacious isn't socialization
Socialization isn't admitting safe sex
A satanic isn't a socialist
A socialist isn't a scandal monger
Screwy isn't socialization
A socialist will not be scruffy
Socialization isn't scurrilous
Seamy isn't socialization
Seduction isn't socialization
A socialist isn't seductress
Sociality is morality..
©® 27/12/17... Junaid Abdul Wakeel. #YoungWriter
Socialization
When does socialization become sexualization?
When does socialization become sabotaging?
Socialization isn't sexualization
Socialization isn't sabotaging
Saboteur isn't a socialist
Socialization isn't sacrilege
A socialist isn't a sacrosanct
Socialism isn't sadism
A sadist isn't a socialist
Salacious isn't socialization
Socialization isn't admitting safe sex
A satanic isn't a socialist
A socialist isn't a scandal monger
Screwy isn't socialization
A socialist will not be scruffy
Socialization isn't scurrilous
Seamy isn't socialization
Seduction isn't socialization
A socialist isn't seductress
Sociality is morality..
©® 27/12/17... Junaid Abdul Wakeel. #YoungWriter
Socialization
When does socialization become sexualization?
When does socialization become sabotaging?
Socialization isn't sexualization
Socialization isn't sabotaging
Saboteur isn't a socialist
Socialization isn't sacrilege
A socialist isn't a sacrosanct
Socialism isn't sadism
A sadist isn't a socialist
Salacious isn't socialization
Socialization isn't admitting safe sex
A satanic isn't a socialist
A socialist isn't a scandal monger
Screwy isn't socialization
A socialist will not be scruffy
Socialization isn't scurrilous
Seamy isn't socialization
Seduction isn't socialization
A socialist isn't seductress
Sociality is morality..
©® 27/12/17... Junaid Abdul Wakeel. #YoungWriter
An emergence from nothing,
Interactions of the unseen unravels,
Hidden in the relativity of everything,
A social pattern forming in every level,
From the minuscule to the immense,
Patterns suggest a formality of relations,
Such contact resulting into finite events,
Of infinite and divine revelations,
The cosmic bodies and heaven aloft,
Ever accelerating in the vastness of social connections,
A metaphor of the invisible force that never exhaust,
An ordinance of a multitude of associations.
See it in the beauty of nature,
A community hoping to thrive and advance,
See it in the complexity of every creature,
Even in the social chaos for each machine to run,
The knowledge we share and discover,
Creative potential only favours the generous,
Refined by the aesthetics of the future,
Collaboration and resistance, development prosperous,
The fractal imagery that is boundless,
Of social interactions, within and without,
A form so methodical and meticulous,
That all divinity would be proud.
Dark clouds circle me like sharks
As the storms prepare to strike
I lay vulnerable awaiting the sparks
Awaiting for one last fight
And my courage pulls up and parks
Then suddenly this all seems like spite
Life greeting me like that, with a knife and fork
Life seems barren, it must be a dungeon
And the after-life, a force fed fantasy
Pulling me down as I hang on to religion
Refusing the whole live and die mentality
As being truly alive fuels my rebellion
And I watch as sociality slaughters Humanity,
I watch as morality falls in its legions
04/04/2016
I Am a Beautiful Person Inside and out
I Wonder If Anyone Else Can See
I Hear Good and Bad Things about Me
I See Smiles on Many Peoples Faces
I Want to Hug and Thank Them
I Am a Beautiful Person Inside and out
I Pretend I Am a Superstar
I Feel Sometimes the World Understands Me
I Touch Deep in Some Peoples Heart
I Worry Also I Know There Be Haters and Criticizers
I Cry with Pain If They Found out the Truth
I Am a Beautiful Person Inside and out
I Understand Not Everyone Sees Me That Way
I Say and Think Positive Things about Myself
I Dream of Being Accepted in this Sociality
I Try Not to Disappoint My Family and Friends
I Hope They Accept Me for Whom I Am to Be
I Am a Beautiful Person Inside and out
I Am a Trans gender
Went Online Today to Say Hello to My Friends
But Something Was Wrong it All Came to a End
I Know I Never Said or Did Anything Wrong
I Thought These Friendships Were Strong
As Hard as I Try No One Answer My Plea
Why All of a Sudden They Stop Talking to Me
Then I Remember I Explained it Might Take Me
Awhile
That When I Was Born Sometimes I Have a Brain
Like a Child
I May Be Slow and Not Capable of Doing What
I Wish I Could
But Explaining My Condition I Guess I Was Misunderstood
So Judgmental and Not Even Taking Time for Me to
Explain My Disability
Even Criticizing Cause I Am Not perfect the way they wanted me to be
So Maybe Truth Is Don't Explain What Your Life to Those Who Don't Want to Understand
But Remember the Day I Was Born Not Matter What I Was Given the Courage to Stand My Ground
Don't Be Judgmental Don't Even Look Away and Pretend You Don't See
But I Know in My Heart I to Have the Right to Live and Enjoy this Unacceptable Sociality
As I walk through the valley of darkness.
Living for my family feeling their pain and heart aches.
Staring death in his face with a drive to survive.
My loyalty is only for my family I'm head of the thrive.
Paying the bills I was Indenpendent ever sense I was nine.
Not in the real world but I have an aggressive mind.
Curse with ambition I'm a gifted child.
But sense I keep my feelings inside sociality push me aside.
Trying to make a change in this game you can't be shy.
I can overcome any challenge so I refuse to cry.
my soul is flying through the sky yes I will rise.
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