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Poetry in Denounement Status Quo
Status QuoI know it's been awhile since I stepped on the front porch to open up something for you.It's been years since I heard you say my name, while you sit at the end of the room.If you don't remember me, I would gladly go inside, have a nice little chat and catch up where we left off.When I enter, I hope I am welcome to cast in myself as another part of your cruel gestures of disbelief.The world is full of stigmatized meanings and groups where they say you belong to.It's a brief demonstration of its everyday advances and greatness as you differ from the rest.Whether it's true or not, differences can always outgrow similarities and how people behave and act upon reason.In order to go for something undeniably stupid when you join these certain people, a clash of extremities strike.Society has been characterizing us from the lowest level to the highest one you can ever go through.Such level means that there is nothing in between and similar to what we a
Last Updated : 2021-07-12Poetry in Denounement Society’s Collar Bone
Society’s Collar BoneIt is a crucial distress call to see that we keep an eye on one specific thing.It does not have an end or some kind of splash that would pick you up if you are in need.It is not an emergency call but we listen to the words of stupidity.Eventually, we would get unhinged at the little times when the proof of our limits finally existsPerhaps we can belong in a "non compos mentis" atmosphere if we lowered the dumb level.In some days, we might bring justice to our thoughts if they are being treated as scattered lizards.In the usual habit, we only look at one quadrilateral in this spherical world of disturbance and peace.Unfortunately, we follow a swipe of instinct that drags our consciousness in a society of the likeness through our fingertips.It depends on how we put up in a situation. However, we spend time being hypnotized by countless screens.To make it worse, we let people come into the lives of our own and make their own outlook.The worst
Last Updated : 2021-07-12Poetry in Denounement Another open letter
Another open letterHey! How have you been lately?it's astonishing to go around and find you again.So, how was your day today?Anything new?Anything good or bad?Anything fascinating stuff that you've seen?Anything horrible that you don't ever want to see again?Anything you'd like to tell me?Yes?No?Nod if yes and lick your elbow if no (even if I can't see it)Probably you couldn't lick your elbow, so just fire it up. I'm the ears of this conversation.I'm not persuading you, but just tell me when you're ready to speak out.Before that, did you have a good sleep?I saw you. You were awake for hours.But why are you so quiet?I know it's none of my business, but you know I'm here. right?So I hope you're okay.Did you try that new restaurant downtown?I'll take you there tomorrow. The pancakes are wonderful. Actually everything in that menu is delicious.Maybe going there could lighten you up for a little.Come on, you need a breath of fresh ai
Last Updated : 2021-07-12Poetry in Denounement Gods & Monsters
Gods & MonstersWhat a delightful treat! The Grim Reaper shall set foot on this road, neither anyone wants to be touched or stared upon his soul-wrenching glance.He comes up at the middle of the road and faces the weaklings who dared to challenge him in despair.But one poke and scrape left the blood gushing from their mouths and flesh rotted indefinitely.However, the sliding of his scythe grew into a louder noise that has woken up the sleeping beasts.Every step towards the end of his direction, screams have been heard by the most death defying tones.The Banshee arrives.Fear runs up to every inch of the townsfolk spines. Hoping nothing but just to stop the wailing spirit to speak upon their deaths.The Grim Reaper continues his journey. He swung and laughed at every minute of his experience.Flutters of wings are suddenly witnessed along the dark skies.Azrael comes by to pick up his deliveries.Everyone ran and some were crushed by the stampede th
Last Updated : 2021-07-12Poetry in Denounement Your “Faux Pas” is not your definition
Your “Faux Pas” is not your definitionWe have a lifestyle of deciding whether or not we can stand up or stand down.We dwell in specific magnifying glasses of authenticity and silence.We bring a pinch of hell and heaven in our own unique way and somehow try to get away from all the advantages.We do not intend to create an action that may impact more of another sense of blending in.There are voices in the back of your head screaming for freedom and wanting strength.Voices that breaks chains and destroys infrastructures of a meaningful substance.Voices that travel down your body to create such a movement to make everyone afraid of you.Voices that will tell you to drive a car, get away and hang yourself in the closet or some kind of place where no one can find you.Sometimes all of these things happen and ends up with a thought of it being a total waste of your own existence.A downward spiral twists around and takes you out of the corners in the delusional ph
Last Updated : 2021-07-12Poetry in Denounement Seek
SeekIt's been two months and still nothing but an utter and the silencing death of lonesome.Just the echoes of your breathing and the heat it comes with it.It rings to my ears and sends chills down my spine.But nothing beats a devastating turn of events if you are not here by my side.Even though your presence is gone, I can feel the atmosphere that was left by the distance.It brought days and weeks of weeping that evolved into a drastic cry for help.You found yourself in the place you didn't expect to be.However, it was how you rose from the ground that made you stay where you are.It's going to be almost 3 months. Still no word from you.I saw you passing by every once in a while.But I was looking forward to the point where we were supposed to say 'Hi' and exchange a hug if possible.Instead, you just walked. Walked away and drifted.I wanted to come after you.I wished to follow you.I dreadfully dreamed of touching your skin for even a bit.I t
Last Updated : 2021-07-12Poetry in Denounement Hidden
HiddenIt is an exhausting night where the howling of the wolves can only be heard when you listen.Beyond that is the deep silence of a lady in black.But i must ask you first, Can you fill the spaces that were left untouched?Return that was borrowed, but you never had?Ask for something in return and answer for another question?Then, drift in a mental illusion and turnover for the world's bloodiest nightmare to come.She lurks in every corner, hides in every space and comes out if she's hungry for your flesh.Looks can be deceiving, but never look into her eyes. One glance can keep you paralyzed, but conscious.You'd be watching her devour your insides, painful to look at but no movement can be done once she has you.The easiest yet the most difficult death will be showcased, and you as its audience. The curtain will never close.After the outstandingly gore meal, she leaves your body. Remained unremembered and useless.She wipes the blood off of her face,
Last Updated : 2021-07-12Poetry in Denounement A letter to unmute
A letter to unmuteWe think of everyday as another moment to sigh deeply from your core.Or perhaps that most of the hours where we lie on top of a nail bed is just like slowly sinking ourselves with torture.It did go for a good trouble, but is it worth it?How is it supposed to go when you've gone crazy from overthinking?Hey it's you again!How have you been?What was wrong with you today?Got deeply affected by that person who told you you're nothing?I disagree so much on what happened to you. I couldn't imagine exactly what you're going through, but I know you're hurt.You stayed in your place and kept it calm behind the curtains.I heard that your "other side" got loose from its cage.You held that for years.You worked hard on keeping them together.Removing the insanity from the covered dignity.Find it in yourself to survive, but look for what you know is needed to be found.You know in yourself that it's hard.How would you go back to it again?Do you
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Poetry in Denounement About the Author
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Poetry in Denounement Farewell with an Art De La Poésie
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Poetry in Denounement A letter for your colors
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Poetry in Denounement Zan
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Poetry in Denounement Tampered letters
Tampered lettersWe see what we could find, but not be able to find what we wanted to see.We lose the sight of what is lost, but end up being lost on our way to have what we sought.The icing isn't all that sweet when it loses its flavor. However it gains sourness when you make it wait for too long.All things could be the beginning of the end. If unlucky, it could be the end of the beginning.Whichever comes first, you know you have to do what you need to do.Doing what you must, isn't always going to turn out what you've wanted.Forcing someone out of the closet is not easy.They tend to hide or pretend they must fit in to be able to get accepted.For if they splash a different color in a monochromatic society, everyone would know.Chaos would enter their world and they may never find peace throughout the war.What if the world never discovered the word "differences"?,Would everything be the opposite?What if people never found the word "judgement"?
Poetry in Denounement The unspoken thought
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Poetry in Denounement Nothing
NothingHow long has it been since you looked at the devil's eyes, and said no?Curious on your way out, you find the eloquent force that pulls you up.But in this case, you figured out the flower is not always nice, sweet and innocent.Most of the time, it will wound you with the thorns and give you nothing else to help you heal.You must go down the path that fills you with tension to lead an exciting life.However, you choose to play it safe.You choose to celebrate in the audacious tones of self proclaimed thoughts.Blinding yourself from the truths you keep getting away from.You know they killed the extinct rhino, but you looked away and pretended it was not real.You know they stole the diamond and robbed the bank, but you walked out and ignored them.You know they abused the little kid, but you said it was "discipline".You know they insulted the stuttering waiter, but you chose to say it was none of your business.You know she was hurt, but you sid
Poetry in Denounement A letter & a shoulder
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Poetry in Denounement That plastered grin
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