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Who will become me

I wonder when I'm gone Who will don my skin? Who will take my soul? And better my attempt at life

In the sense that not every Muslim is a terrorist Not every tattooed shaved head man is a rascist A bird has two wings Right wing and left But it's heart beats in the middle Where it is strongest I see so many faces of races That are racists in places we live That have forgotten what the fights for But still can't forgive That have travelled with family anger out to the Middle East When no one in their immediate family has even set foot on those streets That are firing hatred across foreign lands Risking they're future for wars they don't understand There's people that won't accept difference as their brother But live underneath a flag that's multi coloured That see a church or a mosque as a fort An evil army base where hatred is taught But who cares where we worship or who we pray to Just know that those guys you hate they pray too To a god that's different from both me and you But wouldn't want violence to be the choice you choose If you want a real fight to get stuck into Why not fight to change people's attitudes

A poem inspired by @jonronson psychopath test

I'm always obsessed with how mad I am Is that OCD or just being human That's why we invented dsm manual and the bob hare check list So that we can check if Were normal enough to fit in Or were like sugar in a diabetics kitchen So I'm 2% psychopathic 1% OCD write it on my packet Then pack it The wrong type of mad so I'm left on the shelf Different enough to be bad for my own health So angry with the world sometimes I want to kill myself 3% suicidal that I just dream of jumping but never fly At least I don't pathologically lie That would be one more percentage Making me 1% more demented Wanting to do my own head in Then findings answers that I read in Another manual of mental definition That I'm 3% sociopath because I'm entertaining and falsely charming So obsessed with my importance it's harming My 50% chance of conforming Because I'm 50% normal if that's a thing Possible of achieving

A bird has two wings Right wing and left But it's heart beats in the middle Where it is strongest I see so many faces of races That are racists in places we live That have forgotten what the fights for But still can't forgive That have travelled with family anger out to the Middle East When no one in their immediate family has even set foot on those streets That are firing hatred across foreign lands Risking they're future for wars they don't understand There's people that won't accept difference as their brother But live underneath a flag that's multi coloured That see a church or a mosque as a fort An evil army base where hatred is taught But who cares where we worship or who we pray to Just know that those guys you hate they pray too To a god that's different from both me and you But wouldn't want violence to be the choice you choose In the sense that not every Muslim is a terrorist Not every tattooed shaved head man is a rascist It's basic stop the hatred

Minds a blank

The blank piece of paper begged and pleaded It wanted purpose it needed meaning Luring me in with words I'd never seen Like a distressed victim it wanted my attention Saying some of the best poetry ever written is never written... Down And I thought that's right I have some of my best ideas at night And never wake from my dreams to carve them out of ink Even the best bits of this poem were long forgotten And now were left with this Somewhere out there is all the great words of all the great poets All the great words of all the people who would deny they are poets in the circles they move in All the great words of all the people who don't even know they are poets... To them They're just thinking All of these words these works are floating around like ghosts in purgatory waiting to become thoughts for someone not afraid to use them Words so powerful they could end hatred Words so powerful they could unite countries Bring love bring friends bring peace Words so powerful they could make the darkness beautiful Words so powerful they could make people understand the word beautiful Understand that it doesn't just lie in fake magazine covers and holiday brochures The paper lied flat and helpless staring at me in anticipation Wondering if we could create greatness together like partners in crime We just needed the middle man... The pen

A simple question

An emulsion of butterfat globules high in proteins carbohydrates and minerals when exposed to boiling h2o will denature destroying the protein and leaving a stale taste said the scientist ..... I only asked if you put the milk in first I said and poured him a cup of tea

I'm not trying to be controversial or supporting the atrocities of hitler I just thought this was an interesting subject

What if hitler persued a career in the arts Instead of declaring war on the world He taught himself to dance Got a role in swan lake and toured Poland and France The crowd loved his quirky moves Even if he resembled less swan more goose As he glided through the air and let loose What if hitler had been a great painter And never threatened the world with great danger His portraits displayed in every gallery in every land In the louvre the Tate yes hitler made it to England And everyone flocked from miles to see them Instead of flocking to the country pleading for freedom What if hitlers fame was for good not evil He was the gossip of all the people He made it on the Jonathan Ross show one day With awkward questions about wether he was gay But he laughed them off and cracked a joke What if hitler was a funny bloke And people cried with laughter when he spoke What if hitler was a top pop star Who dressed in drag a wore a bra An Austrian copy of lady gaga What if hitler was a ballerina a hypnotist a street performer What if hitler played guitar and gathered change in street corners But in this story there is some truth See hitler was a painter in his youth And if maybe in his early years He'd been supported with this idea He could have had a different fate And been remembered for something great So it just shows one tiny little change can have such an impact no one is born evil that's a fact.... So follow your dreams before it's too late

Your done Gone are all your doubts all your worries fears Never are you to regret a thing anymore Because you are not anymore You are never more Never more like the burnt out cigarette I left on the bar side Toasting your passing Regretting your never more And wondering if I could have could have given more Would it have driven you more But is that my arrogance that I myself could have prolonged your existence for selfish reasons left alone Could I have given you more reason to exist I doubt it You made your choice And I mine To live on in your memory but also in mine for I am creating my own legacy Whilst keeping a scrap of you in my pocket An old scrimpled love letter but no more than love No dictation on how I will follow on in your Shadow Because no shadow falls over me more than the nights dark clouds No pressure upon me more than my own being Your plans are unknown like my own Only the greater force above knows what lays ahead and now the irony hits me that you are closer to that being than I will ever be alive Yet you still couldn't tell me could you?

I feel alive because I am drunk Yet I am dying because I have become a drunk And I smoke to feel calm Yet nothing scares my bones more than my potential cancerous death To live questioning life Is no life at all Yet multi tasking is considered a talent only among women I am not a woman I am a dying man... Dead Dead to all sense of reason I drink through reason And that keeps me alive

halfadams

k-itteh

indie

I quit all the good things in life The pleasures To become a better man Not to feel the discomfort and longing The cravings that beat me like addiction Clawing at my skin My belly ripped and begging I gave up my vices Pushed aside taboos and wild sex with unknown nameless lovers Disowned my drinking clothes But kept the beer gut A reminder every time I try to stare at my shrivelled disused penis Trapping wild women is so much harder sober I gave up cigarettes Only drawing in the breath of freshly cut grass in long summer sun strolls No more did I cool my guilt and slutty stories with cold refreshing ale Or relax and ponder among the smoke trails Disappearing for minutes in a sense of cancerous calm And as I live inside this new health driven un exciting carcass I ask myself Am I happier now

Delicate small of her back Curved.... Waiting I envisioned wet dreams And positioned my imaginary self Behind Dirty secrets lie in wait My head distorted and longing Love is a lie Lust is the new love There's a reason it rhymes with trust

I stripped myself naked broken And wrote letters with tears The pages drunk salt poisoned I kissed each friend goodbye silently And longed to live on only in their memories To sit above and gaze at grieving faces I wanted that power For realisation that I was a good man But drunkeness stole my killer And the anger was distinguished momentarily by blurry bloodshot eyes And then she came an angel already scarred bu the wounds I was willing to inflict on the world There was no more room for cuts only love

danagent

Everyone’s psychopathic Everyone’s dyslexic Everyone’s an addict Were all so confused and bat shit So mad you could probably catch it We’ve diagnosed everyone with a condition Never ever stopping to find a solution Everyone’s got OCD Paranoia and severe jealousy A stutter and anxiety …

s-ray-burke

I love this. It’s incredibly true but also this could easily be turned into a rap!

danagent

Wish I had the delivery guess that's why it's on a page would love to perform one day tho

I've seen so many self help books about managing stress That I figured I need to read more and worry less But how can a book of pages know best Do you think that books ever been depressed Has it ever felt regret or distress Or seen it's paperback life fall into a mess I don't mean to divulge or digress But I find it hard taking advice from readers digest Has it had more to worry about than it's self It's only jealousy of not being top shelf Seems the best selling books don't cover mental health They're full of mystical creatures and mythical elfs But what's more complex and likely to entertain Than a book about understanding your brain But if I don't get my own mind and resent to complain Then why does someone see the need to explain Possibly for financial gain ?

Crazy world

Everyone's psychopathic Everyone's dyslexic Everyone's an addict Were all so confused and bat shit So mad you could probably catch it We've diagnosed everyone with a condition Never ever stopping to find a solution Everyone's got OCD Paranoia and severe jealousy A stutter and anxiety Eating disorders and dietary needs Truth is were all crazy But only some of us live in custody Most of us are walking free With conditions so bad that maybe They should lock us all up and throw away the key

A valentine treat This is love

Love is violence Hate is bliss I heal your wounds With my empty kiss On ripped clothes We tear around I wipe the blood From your soaking brow Tears of red You cry to me Rip out my heart And set it free Coz if this is love I swear it's true I'd burn through water To get to you

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