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» Poem: Here's the truth sarah
Here's the truth sarah
written by Genocide Reaper
10:03 AM 3/9/05
What here is the truth little girl, pick it out.
Have at it.
Take a turn.
Are you mad at me or the world?
Angry at the facts?
Can't tell what's reality and what's fake?
Pissed because if you left, you'd be one of the idiots never missed?
You always want to talk about others like they are all rejected.
Maybe its a good thing some people are, then some one can be hated.
Its a two sided story really.
But I think you're living off some one else's glory.
I'm just saying I don't think you have it in you.
I don't think you are good enough to make it through.
The long list, up the chain, placing it all on the line, upping the stakes.
Doesn't seem like your style.
You just seem to love making mistakes.
Fucking with the poems about ravaging murder and rape.
What's wrong?
Did somebody fuck you with a arm too long?
You know what, I wish I would have.
But then again, why would I want to infect my hand?
You're just another tight ass about to get loose.
Because its going to be my boot put to good use.
Helping you see, helping you out.
You know, from that cage you are in.
The one with the label with a name inscribed.
It reads. "Louse."
I would think, since your the one behind bars.
The ones that keep you from the outside, to see the stars.
As we shine in the sky you know nothing of.
The one endless and touching eternity.
Mean while you are stuck in a cell cuffed.
Do you like your prison of plight?
Don't fucking complain, that's what you get for trying to spite.
Now I know you wish to live in denial, but I think its time you see the light.
Come clean.
Join the team.
Throw away your tags the ones that say. "Hypocrite." "Attention slut." "Idiot."
Still want to say I'm not poetic?
Want to try and drown me in more ignorance?
I'm waiting child.
Still here, looking down upon the fools in a pile.
I'm sure you know which one I speak of the one with you along with zver, and the rest of conformed clones that couldn't hear.
What are you fool's doing?
Waiting for some one to come along and do some saving?
Well, no one's coming to play hero.
I'm sure everyone else would love to see you all go.


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» Comments / Feedback
by sarah10087 (3-9-2005 - 10:21 AM)
this is different, would you like a pat on the back or a bone? You think that just cos i dont like your poetry mumble grumble garbage that i have a vendetta against the world?? Lol. No fool. I do not love nor hate the world, there is no god, there is no hero, i know this, pity your too narrow minded to think beyond the realms of religion

by Genocide Reaper (3-9-2005 - 10:31 AM)
What does this poem have to do about religion? And how does religion affect one's intelligence? If it is chosen there is no ignorance in it. If it forced upon some one, and they accept then the person would be a fool. And if you believe so strongly that I am stupid. Why do you feel the need to justify yourself unto me? You actually answered some of the questions in the poem. That's odd, don't you think?

by sarah10087 (3-9-2005 - 10:36 AM)
Hang on hang on. Wowow, stop the fuckin' digger. Now, lets not talk me, what about you. Who are u trying to justify urself to? Claiming your a "great"? Arrogance does not make great poetry, it just shows that you aren't worthy anything to anyonme except yourself. Is that why your so prolific? Saying so much with so little to say?

by Genocide Reaper (3-9-2005 - 10:45 AM)
Why so hasty to stop me? Scared because I just told you the truth about yourself? If you want to try and say you know me. I'm going to fucking observe you, and every flaw you have. Its that simple. So take your medicine. Don't tell me you are a brat that can "Dish it out but can't take it." Because then I know I would seriously be dealing with a very immature mind. After all, if you throw something at me, I'm not going to run, I'm going to throw something harder and throw it faster.

by sarah10087 (3-9-2005 - 10:48 AM)
in your haste, you managed to turn it back to me.Interesting that, Attention Deficeincy Dissorder.

by Genocide Reaper (3-9-2005 - 11:09 AM)
Its not ADD. Its called doing the right thing, cutting off the snakes head.

by sarah10087 (3-9-2005 - 11:56 AM)
and why ius cutting off a snakes head the right thing? Because the sanke is evil? But i thought you liked the evil?

by Genocide Reaper (3-9-2005 - 12:13 PM)
No, because when you cut off the snake's head its on weapon is gone, and it is harmless.

by The Black Halo (3-9-2005 - 05:09 PM)
Sarah, you clearly have no brain. Claiming truth isn't arrogant. You're arrogant. You claim you're a better poet than Ty, yet you still fail to come up with proof. You can't prove it.

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