Archive for the ‘Angry Poetry’ Category

Consuming Fire

Fill this tank
‘Cause it’s empty
You faceless man
You used to have a name
Not mentioned anymore
Cause I’m too proud
And I’m too hurt
To even repent.

I knew from the beginning that this was going to fail
You told me over and over and over and over again
But I like the mistakes in a flavor that I can enjoy the taste
I’m drowning but my arms don’t reach out to be saved.

Leave me alone
But (please) don’t forsake me
Cause you’re in my head
And still cannot hear me
Bit my tongue
Before claiming anything
My pride
My anchor keeping my under.

I know of your existence and all of your righteous ways
But this outcast found a place where hurt is heard
There’s no more trace of you in the present world here
It has become the thing that you told me I’d most fear.

If you don’t reach me, I won’t attempt anything alone
I know that I need this, but I need to see my worth
You left an imprint in my soul, enough to hold me back
But you forget to place a filter when the sky turns black.

Verbalizing the Hurt

You make me feel invisible
And I know I am waste of time
You made that very clear to me
I’m alone in my own head.

I’m not here for your pity
I’m here to push you down
Not here to play the victim
But to pull and push you around.

You make me feel insignificant
And I know you don’t give a shit
You made that very clear to me
I’m one bullet away from the gun.

I’m not here for your comments
I’m here to push you down
Not here to be an example
But to pull and push you around.

I’m the tears that turn into anger
The “enough” in your abuse
I’m the scared thought that becomes a danger
I’ll use my pent-up frustrations on you
I don’t care if I know the answers
I only care about letting you know
When a familiar touch becomes a stranger’s
Let me let you know I’ll bring you down.

Been trying to write something good. Finally got inspired. It was right in front of me.

Its Own Relationship

It comes with a smile again
Pretending it doesn’t know
“The past is the past, so live for today”
Another excuse to fuck up the now.

I begin going in circles
Trying to make notice
Trying to explain
As it rolls its eyes
Asking “what’s the problem?”
Pretending it didn’t do wrong.

The heat tilts the top
The fuel you overflow
The guilty offended
Mirroring the blame
It brushes it off again
And threatens with cynicism
I’m left with no voice
As it takes advantage of the occasion.

It waits for me to forget
That’s the way that it knows how to love
It doesn’t care how much it takes
Its pride resides in the illusion of its own.

It swears it doesn’t need anything
It thinks it can live happily all alone
It kicks out whatever it doesn’t need anymore
It doesn’t know love, it only thinks it does.

About the sickness of the head and society’s hypocrisy.

Psychologically Suppressed

I’m so ugly
I’m such a mess
I’m so fucking evil
So why can’t you tell?
I dream of suicide
I enjoy cutting myself
Sometimes I hate myself
more than I hate this fucking world

So come lend me your ears
You will listen until you get bored
Then you’ll leave me alone with my fears
and then I’ll go back to getting high and being stoned.

Don’t talk to me about compassion
They had me when I was merely six
Don’t talk to me about salvation
Your God and his cronies make me sick

You think you got it bad
Have you ever gone outside that door?
They’re raping one another
and we’re asking what the fuck in wrong with this world?
The strong devours the weak
A broken boy becomes a broken man
Breaking all the woman along his way
and the pattern goes on and on
and there seems no way to stop none of it
and we’re still not allowed to speak about this shit.

Censor this, censor that
This whole fucking life is so goddamn triggering
You trigger my anger, my low self-esteem
I can’t unsee what you’ve forced me to see
and no matter how politically correct I’ve become
i can never turn back time and undo what has been done
and the problem seems about how I’m dealing with pain
or at least that’s what they’re trying to say
But I think we’re simply not the same
So don’t judge me cause I’m fucking up in a different way.

Unraveling Weapons in What Was Supposed to be the Mending End

All these things we never talked about
I’m gonna take them and shove them down your throat
Don’t fucking talk about letting live and letting go
You’re the one fucking wrapped around the string, on and on.

I don’t need to be told to “grow up and learn to forgive”
I’ve seen countless of forty something year olds yelling at the world
About how they never had what they wanted, never lived the way the wanted to live
You can call it ‘mid-life crisis’, I call it ‘getting it even with it all’.

All these emotions I’ve been harboring
I think it’s time to release them and give them to their mother
The one that gave them birth in my head
Cause you really took advantage and fucked me over like no other.

I don’t need being told “this is childish”, or “this is stupid”
It’s just a little dose of the poison that has been illing me for years now
I could go on and on giving examples about how double standard your comments are
You tell to go on, just as long as you’re not the one being down.

The thoughts in my head are not as dangerous as the atrocities you commit
The way you lie with a straight face, looking straight at people’s eyes makes me want to vomit
There’s not much to be said here that wouldn’t sound much like a complain
I hope you enjoy hurting the innocent ones, giving them pain along the way.

Dragging You Down

I’ve made my life a repetition
I’m going on in circles
Pain piercing through my skull
This hatred has gone dull
Keeping it like a ball
To bounce back at you
I’m so bored with the never ending
I’m so bored with all the promises
You dislike me
You’re fucking disgusting to me
And we go on and on and on
And it stopped being fun
A long time ago.

I’ve made my life a living hell
And I still cannot tell
What’s best for me
To kick you out of my life
Or to try to keep myself on the outside
I try once more and once more
And I feel like I’ve being mocked
Once more like before
Your indifference says so much
And sometimes I don’t care if you’re sick
Cause when I’m sick
You give me another reason
To hate all of this.

You’ve become a monotonous
Despise inside of my heart
Reject me, reject me
Give a chance to reject you
Lose for once
Make me make you lose
Instead of just being my desire
To see you where I am standing
Lose more, lose greater
Feel like how’s to be a loser
I’m sick of watching you win
So sick of watching you win
You never learn,
You haven’t had that kind of suffering.

Some people are the worst. They hide behind a smile to do the worst kind of things. They pretend to be victims of the things, and then they’re the one to do them. I’ve had very bad luck with women. They’ve tricked me into believing they’re nice people and they’ve been hurt in life, when all along is them who have done that to others. I don’t trust many people cause of it. I’ve been mocked over and over again even by the people who has told me they love me the most. I’ve been played so many times that I’ve grown sick of it. This poem is just me venting in a poetic way. Since I can’t and won’t do anything to anyone. The most I can do is write these frustrations down.

Misogynistic Crime

I wish my words were a jagged edge knife to slit your throat with
And my hate was a loaded gun so I can shoot your face with it
I wish my fist could pound your mouth, thinking you’re so smart
I should’ve noticed the signs and trust my guts back from the start
When you began behaving like you were the boss of me
Like you are above me, trying to step on me
While being hypocritical about what you are doing
And being cynical about what you’ve done
Cause you’ve been playing games and laughing your ass off for far too long
Keep being the same drama queen,
Keep pretending you are the one who was wronged
Denying everything you’ve caused, hiding behind your mom’s ass
When people stops following along and begin seeing through your façade
I don’t have to pretend to be gentle man; I’ll tell it like it is
But you’re so stupid that you won’t understand what I mean
Call it misogynistic crime, with your feminist bullshit
So you can dance your way into somebody else’s dick
Keep daydreaming in your musical, you’re mentally sick
Keep on with your smiling face, you opportunistic bitch
You’re like every other woman out there, you’re no different
You’re a product of this fucked up world, trying to fuck others up
No need to apologize, whore, all this hate that I have stored
Here for you… is here for you…
And so, use your tragic back story
To get on people’s soft side
Without them really noticing
You’re just a bigotristic “feminist” piece of shit.