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If your poetry rhymes I will probably like it more.
[What has become of us?]
I've awoken from a deep slumber The world I find is not what I remember Pathetic, conceited rulers no longer believing their own mythsLying for a dollar from their donors and their sponsors, while they neglect our kids Pillaging the world, buying and selling bodies, the world has been taken by monstersWomen stalked and murdered, the police never bothered, violent crime is up and her vulnerability haunts her Claiming your support, claiming the people's mandate, they lower taxes for the rich and lower how much a worker can make When the devil's got the gun, it's too late to run His cronies pulled the levers and moved the cash, he's basically already won©ananias
#creature #irresponsible #shame
I'm some sort of a creature or golem That's why they think 'I won't call him' Someone filled my head, I am not to blame For my inappropriate wrath or my tepid, insipid shame I am not responsible for my wretched, stretching name Blame someone else for where I went and whence I came©ananias
#ship #abandoned #sunk #metaphor
[Oh Captain.. No captain?!]
What shoddy craftsmanship Falling apart at every seam This pathetic vessel of mine Hardly worthy of the seas of time Water logged ores Twisted and splintered Holes bore through Expanding cracks every winter A long fallen mast Crew long overboard This ship will never lastNor reach another shore©ananias
#sad #crying #pills
[I Can't Feel My Mouth]
800mg Another 500mg Searching the telegram Searching for where I am Crushing compacted powder My conscience is whispering to me, I need to make it louder I try to shower I sit on the floor and cry for an hour and begin to cowerBefore myself Sinking in this twisted ravine I mean to gleem, the light on the other side None has been spotted but not because I haven't triedI think it's died or someone lied©ananias
#russia #ww2 #soldiers #war This is an adaptation of an old Russian song named "Katyusha"
-------------------Sweet scents on a crisp breeze, creeping mist through falling leaves.A sweet girl, stumbling as she climbs the bank where she finds a view to watch brothers and fathers fighting across the shore.She sings with her love of who she adores, brave soldiers abroad, heroes each one, armed with guns, clothes and courage against incendiary bombs, falling on them to protect daughters, sisters, moms. Let her song ride the breeze and be carried by the sun, to remind those brave soldiers what's waiting them when they've won.©ananias
[ Revolutionary Legacy ]
Vladimir Ilyich Lenin What a position to have been in Leader of the proletarian vanguard His legacy burns brighter than the north star©ananias
#daisy #rain #sunlight
The evening delivers a doting kiss, sweet sunburst-skylight, to a daisy's bruised petal; drying each drop fallen from a troubled cloud venting its sorrow upon us and it. ©ananias
Argue, argue, argue. Fight, fight, fight. What we do with our time together each and every night.©ananias
This is from one of my favorite songs as a kid.#lyrics #love #beaches
-Lorely (The Lovers)-Years pass by me now,I know only one life, one love.The wind carries her, the ocean holds her memory.With each breath I am closer, closer to her touch.She is waiting… -In Hearts Wake
"On hystericks" #bpd #mentalhealth #mentalillness
Chaos and Emptiness All is caprice. They love without measure those whom they will soon hate without reason.
—Thomas Sydenham, 17th century physician