justice De poetic

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[justicedepoetic]

Niap.

Pain. 

The only thing I feel. 

The only thing I see. 

Is pain the only thing that's left in this life for me?

I take a step or two that are

In the right direction

But the hurricane that is life

Knocks me down and wrecks me. 

There is no pleasure. There is no joy. 

In this life of mine.

The more I fight, the more I fall,

Is peace something I'll find?

Maybe pain is all there is,

But I'll keep searching for light.

Even if it's buried deep

Wrapped in the darkest night.

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The Hypocrisy of Hate

Oh, hallowed be thy name,

The one who claims to 'make things great again.'

Yet the rest of us watch on in horror,

At the hypocritical rhetoric laid before 'her.'

What makes a man? Let’s redefine,

As this ideology erodes with time.

Can a woman identify as being trans?

To them, those women are empty, sans.

They stand on their podium, puff out their chest,

In a fight to halt all progress,

But none can see, through their blinded gaze,

Just how Anti-Christian are their ways.

'Do not judge,' is what God said,

Go find thy neighbor; let love spread.

For hate has no place in our hearts,

That's what Jesus would say, to start.

So let me ask you, just once:

How did love become the brunt?

Please, fuck off already—we’re sick of the hate,

There’s enough for all, with leftovers on your plate!

But don’t, for one more single day,

Claim that this is what 'God' would say.

If He or She exists up above,

They’d side with us — they’d side with Love.

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— Tragic Grace —

Inside, death. Though outer may bloom

I have not prevailed, I've yet to run true

As pus fills the pores of the privileged few

Here I lie in my home, filthy and bruised

May one day I wake? Yet never to be

This is but a dream, my one fantasy

To be less than dust and atoms and mites

If I never existed, would there still be life?

Then all of those friends, who never I had

Would live on their lives; all happy and glad.

A knife through the heart - ripped apart at the seams

I didn't ask for this life. It was forced upon me.

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Caged (free again)

All of my words, letters, and space

Wasted again - Will my heart keep pace?

Can I go on? Internalize said hate...

I will raise my hope, but continue to see

I will live my life as it was meant to be

If you come or go, please never leave me be

My thoughts will creep as darkness does

Like a black raven sinking in its claws

I'm a fractured vertebrae, I welcome death

Can you taste the blood? The soulessness?

That bitter taste, stuck in your mouth

From the foul words you spew; you spout

Drain my blood - for it's all diseased 

A victim of mental pathology

The line will drown beneath the blackened sea

Still, imagine my face. The irony. 

I've felt this weight now for too long

I will choose to die well before I'm gone

So, desecrate the corpses of the poor

Who can't help but ask for more. 

I'll trade my life, all of my pain

If only I could be free again.

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spilled.

Woe is life, for harsh can be

A stain in time, a wound uncleaned

Stabbed in the eye, or was it my back?

It's hard to see the truth in that.

Some shadow work, some DBT.

I will do anything to be happy.

Throughout my life, I failed to see

The beauty in this tragedy.

One crow too short, but too many

Would mean a murder; the irony.

Yet in this cage, I must be

For to leave, I cannot simply.

So take my soul. Take all of me.

l am a joke. I'm not worthy.

So go about your life and day

I assure l will not get in your way.