The Heretic's poetry
July 8, 2012 at 5:26 pm
(This post was last modified: July 8, 2012 at 5:49 pm by Creed of Heresy.)
*ahem*
I have something to say
To all of you stereotypical guys
Who think women and hearts are just games to be played
And care not for the salty sting of tears you bring to their eyes.
You're testosterone driven and hormonally crazed
Cold, dead, heartless, and emotionally depraved
You've got your head up your ass
And your brain in your pants.
I can't stand those who womanize
Stop telling your empty lies
The women you use are human and they do feel
The pain that you cause is far too real.
When you look at a woman what do you see?
An object, a notch on your bedpost, another trophy?
Do you not see a beautifully intelligent mind or an open caring heart?
They are more than just toys for you to tear apart.
Just for one minute get sex off your mind
Take time to talk, you'll be surprised what you find.
You'll see more than just and object,
Rather a person who feels, thinks, and deserves respect.
Those of you who think only with your dick
You all make me sick!
This may be strange coming from a guy...
But it's because of people like you that the belief in true love is starting to die.
Women you're not perfect
As you seem to suspect
You complain you can't find a truly nice guy
But how can you if you don't open your eyes?
You instantly assume
Any man who approaches you
Is just trying to get in your pants
You'll never find a nice guy if you won't give us a chance.
How do you know that when he says "Hi"
His intentions aren't to try and see the person inside?
Maybe he's just lonely and looking for a friend
And because of your assumptions his lonliness never ends.
If all men want is sex the power is yours
They can't have it if you say "NO!"
That much is for sure
And after that if they still stay maybe they're worth getting to know.
If all men say is nothing but lies
Then why do you continue to believe the same stupid lines?
You need to take some time
And stop judging before you know the person inside.
Otherwise that sweet, nice guy
Might just pass you by.
But you'd never know what you missed
Because the thought of trying to know him was instantly dismissed.
*bows*
Additionally, I found this one in one of my old upload areas a while ago. I was much younger at the time that I wrote this. Like ten years younger. This was during a particularly dark time in my life, and it was something I wrote when I first started to take the steps towards becoming an atheist. It was when I was first finding my own strength, when I was done just giving up and making excuses and hoping for things that would never come if I did not pursue them. I didn't ever get those things that I wanted to pursue, but...I DID get some other things...other things that I have long since realized are far more important.
Anyway. A Conversation Without A Thought.
Every corner I turn,
Every dirt path I trod along,
Leads me straight back
To the manhole I've climbed out of
Too many times before.
I find myself endlessly searching
For a night without the moon,
And a day with shining stars,
Absurd as it may sound,
And still I've found
Nothing at all.
These days just last too long
Praying for some miracle from God
For the strength and guidance
I cannot extract from myself.
For a way to see my soul,
Instead of just this shell.
The mirror screams at me,
"Don't look back"
But I always do.
And I always find comfort
In just a face,
Or a conversation without a thought.
A set of lips,
For just a taste;
But never enough to nourish.
User friends that use,
And are used,
That cloud their minds
With fake warmth,
And lukewarm affection.
Though I deny the fact,
I am one of them
Just as scared inside,
But still ready to fight
The next outsider
With a burning eye
Or a raw comment
That makes me see myself.
Never wanted to break free
Until the day I realized I was a prisoner
And still I accept
These shackles and chains
Like a perverted adulturer
With a bondage fetish.
Let me be liberated,
Let me liberate myself.
I'm going to pick up the pieces,
And this time I won't quit
Until each one is in place.
I have something to say
To all of you stereotypical guys
Who think women and hearts are just games to be played
And care not for the salty sting of tears you bring to their eyes.
You're testosterone driven and hormonally crazed
Cold, dead, heartless, and emotionally depraved
You've got your head up your ass
And your brain in your pants.
I can't stand those who womanize
Stop telling your empty lies
The women you use are human and they do feel
The pain that you cause is far too real.
When you look at a woman what do you see?
An object, a notch on your bedpost, another trophy?
Do you not see a beautifully intelligent mind or an open caring heart?
They are more than just toys for you to tear apart.
Just for one minute get sex off your mind
Take time to talk, you'll be surprised what you find.
You'll see more than just and object,
Rather a person who feels, thinks, and deserves respect.
Those of you who think only with your dick
You all make me sick!
This may be strange coming from a guy...
But it's because of people like you that the belief in true love is starting to die.
Women you're not perfect
As you seem to suspect
You complain you can't find a truly nice guy
But how can you if you don't open your eyes?
You instantly assume
Any man who approaches you
Is just trying to get in your pants
You'll never find a nice guy if you won't give us a chance.
How do you know that when he says "Hi"
His intentions aren't to try and see the person inside?
Maybe he's just lonely and looking for a friend
And because of your assumptions his lonliness never ends.
If all men want is sex the power is yours
They can't have it if you say "NO!"
That much is for sure
And after that if they still stay maybe they're worth getting to know.
If all men say is nothing but lies
Then why do you continue to believe the same stupid lines?
You need to take some time
And stop judging before you know the person inside.
Otherwise that sweet, nice guy
Might just pass you by.
But you'd never know what you missed
Because the thought of trying to know him was instantly dismissed.
*bows*
Additionally, I found this one in one of my old upload areas a while ago. I was much younger at the time that I wrote this. Like ten years younger. This was during a particularly dark time in my life, and it was something I wrote when I first started to take the steps towards becoming an atheist. It was when I was first finding my own strength, when I was done just giving up and making excuses and hoping for things that would never come if I did not pursue them. I didn't ever get those things that I wanted to pursue, but...I DID get some other things...other things that I have long since realized are far more important.
Anyway. A Conversation Without A Thought.
Every corner I turn,
Every dirt path I trod along,
Leads me straight back
To the manhole I've climbed out of
Too many times before.
I find myself endlessly searching
For a night without the moon,
And a day with shining stars,
Absurd as it may sound,
And still I've found
Nothing at all.
These days just last too long
Praying for some miracle from God
For the strength and guidance
I cannot extract from myself.
For a way to see my soul,
Instead of just this shell.
The mirror screams at me,
"Don't look back"
But I always do.
And I always find comfort
In just a face,
Or a conversation without a thought.
A set of lips,
For just a taste;
But never enough to nourish.
User friends that use,
And are used,
That cloud their minds
With fake warmth,
And lukewarm affection.
Though I deny the fact,
I am one of them
Just as scared inside,
But still ready to fight
The next outsider
With a burning eye
Or a raw comment
That makes me see myself.
Never wanted to break free
Until the day I realized I was a prisoner
And still I accept
These shackles and chains
Like a perverted adulturer
With a bondage fetish.
Let me be liberated,
Let me liberate myself.
I'm going to pick up the pieces,
And this time I won't quit
Until each one is in place.