Thousands of free stories. Support your favorites when you're ready.
Showing stories tagged with #social-commentary Clear filter
O. Pen your mind , don't penalise the rest for errors of the few P. olitical madness to self-preservation their name of the game U.
#myfavouriterepost. (Sorry if there's too many). Hate forged metal. And kids packing heat. Horizontalizing bodies. And verticalizing feet. Putting lead into flesh. Without missing a beat.
The hour long lesson dragged on. Social Science was found in the oldest block of the school, quite ironic for Modern Studies. The teacher was old, decrepit and a hunchback.
Do your snap backs and white tees. Make you feel the urgent need. To be a jerk. And make girls hurt. From their hearts. Down to their feet. You chill out with your bros. While she sits alone at home.
Not many understand how it feels to be angry in your bones. To plunge your hands in the filth, and feel a sorrow when you see them.
Notions of commercialized demonic devotions- I swear I see the world sober,in pixelated slow motion - Forever stuck within and on, forth style prisons either being of salvation or damnation - Allow...
Open your mind , don't penalise the rest for for errors of the few. Political madness to endure, self-preservation there name of the game.
Have to say, I’m not big on Facebook. I’ve never really liked it, only now use it to contact friends who’ve chosen to seek University education abroad.
Pathetic parasites, feeding of the misfortune of others, lurking in every corner. Hate fuelled insects, leeching of the innocents pain. Spreaders of the rumourous plagues and whispers.
stand by time, break the rhyme, love a metallic dime, go by the big people's chime. squeeze the world out like a lime, empty it and cross the line.
Doctors sell meds like sweets, A candy-pharma-chutal fix. They don't spend long -just nods then smiles, does not ask the why's and how's.
Would 1 hour of love Be more then enough To call you mine and for me to be called yours. To gather some possession and become materialistically flawed.
*The boy you call lame works every night to support his family. *The girl you call fat Has a disease and is anorexic. *the girl you pushed down today is being abused at home.
We are given a heart. We are given a mind. We are given only the power. To use one at a time. We are given the option. Of peace and of war. The former of which. We often ignore.
This is true but more of a jokey piece. And one swear word in it ...
As we grow in this cage of sheer hate, Still bound by the racism we wished to escape. But blame them I won't for shortcomings not of their own, I blame those where true colors are shown.
We have bigger houses, but smaller families More conveniences, but less time We have more degrees, but less sense More knowledge, but less judgement More experts, but mor problems More medicine, but...
Children are the future, This planet is in their hands. Teach them well today, And they will be the better man. Our mistakes, they will learn from; Our achievements they will advance.
Why does everyone have labels now a days. It just doesn't make sense, society is crap now, if you eat too much your fat, but if you don't eat your a skinny attention seeking whore.
Tattered clothes, red eyes, why does no one hear my cries. Matted hair, skin and bones, I'm so sick if being alone. Caked with dirt, blood streaked face, get me out of this cruel place.
I believe in the freedom of the press. Have just read about a bad case of abuse, Yet I cannot take the position of judge and jury.
#disabilityaware Just because you can't see it, Doesn't mean it's not there, It's deep rooted in the brain, Under the scalp, under the hair, A chemical imbalance, A mismatch of sorts, Serotonin and...
Today is the day after And we've put it all away The single heart and rose We couldn't sell yesterday Today the end of romance Most unconditionally Tesco wants it shelves back Other things to...
#acrostic #demimonde <D>on't doubt my hedonistic ways, my unsubtle shades an inkling toward a craze that wasn't sinking in its day.