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Katie V-W Jan 20
Hostility,
condescension.
                         Movement.
Allegiances pledged,
Movement requested,
                         status stationery.
In out, back forth, struggle.
Struggling
Seen
Unseen
                         remaining vague.
Complaints
Unwanted
Speaking out
                         stay quiet.
Scott Dec 2018
To be in battle
To risk it all
A few minutes
Of intensity
That is all
Back on the ride
Again to find
Trouble in spades
To feel the shot
Of adrenaline pure
To turn on hostility
A high, no a thrill
To suffer on purpose
See things that are raw
What is the sense
A question must call
Whether or not
It is you or me
The violence endures
Just another, see?
Then when you age
You question it all
If right you’ve done
Or perhaps the wrong
The memories ever present
The faces become one
The images do clutter
The memories do cloud
Sudden, fear for no reason
Sudden bark, near bite
Impossible to live with
Was it worth its’ due?
Always aggression
Now teach me to stop

Easier said
Dustin Dean Jun 2018
Days of Heat Hazes trail behind me
On a path I've chosen to walk alone
To reside by the wild tumbleweeds
Too hostile for mankind's brittle, cold bones

Often, I think of the days gone by
Laced in a bittersweet requiem
That hums ever so softly in my mind
Hidden by a face that's machiavellian
Made by those I came here to forget

Through the incessant thunderstorm
That dominates this part of the land
I've found a way to become reborn
At the end of a long winded Texan tunnel
Made by those I came here to inspect
And transform into an invaluable asset
Nayana Nair Mar 2018
We twist in the grip
of our own prejudices.
The valleys of our hatred
have become a part of our scars
that has a throbbing bitterness,
that impairs our vision
and numbs our heart.
Our lives divided by this fissure into
one half looking for a way out of hostility
and other half feeding on it.
Anig Muh May 2016
He said Talking to you makes me feel like such an *******,
and I replied with the fact that I'm not doing anything, maybe it's just you.
If the shoe fits and it looks nice, I'm not telling you to take it off Cinderella.
Don't you have to be somewhere at midnight?
Not trying to be rude, I just don't have the will for this fight.
Just please, please, let it go tonight.

Am I doing the right thing?
Somewhere down the lines got blurred, and I should go home, if I knew where one was, or for that matter anything.

I run my vacuum late at night,
I have no other time I know for others it's not a delight.
I just don't see why it's not socially acceptable,
to understand not all people have the same schedule.

I guess I'm a hoodlum,
just because I sleep all day and work all night.
I'm just a dumb kid, and nothing I will ever do is right.

Truth is I'm so **** tired, and too old for this.
Don't ever let anyone guilt you for a single moment of bliss.

Sometimes people want to be alone, and that's okay.
but in a break up someones always gotta be painted to be the bad guy.
You didn't do anything wrong, but you started it.
You might as well end it.

Who stabs someone only halfway?
Pierce the heart, push that blade in all the way.
Don't be shy now, there's no time to cry.
You know they'll still bleed anyway.

He said Talking to you makes me feel like such an *******,
and I replied with the fact that I'm not doing anything, maybe it's just you.
If the shoe fits and it looks nice, I'm not telling you to take it off Cinderella.
Don't you have to be somewhere at midnight?
Not trying to be rude, I just don't have the will for this fight.
Just please, please, let it go tonight.
Viseract Apr 2016
**** it all
**** myself
**** life
And **** the world

I know there are people out there
Who are actually worth a ******* ****
But the rest of them can all burn
Whilst I grind my teeth and let my anger stir

What is it that you see
When you look inside of me?
Is it something crushed?
My soul with dark claws and violent ****?

This little ******
Gives me the strength
To keep pushing through
Yet another mindless day
And as I make my way
I pay my way
Hoping the world ends today

I'm sick of just sitting and doing nothing
I'd much rather be doing something
Perhaps with fire, perhaps with blade
And destroy this ******-up world we made!

Rend it useless, tear it apart
Watch as the blood spurts from the heart
Make the day the night and the darkness strong
And live in a world where I belong!

Everyone looks at me like I'm a freak
And how dare I open my mouth and speak
And sit back down, no-one cares
Yet they are surprised when he dares, oh how he dares!

Hostility to those who waste my time
Who dis both my body and my mind
When I break, then you will see
How I could break you just as easily!

Oh how I hate all this ****
That was written at the bottom in fine print
And the world we exist in as I speak,
And how we must be submissive and meek!

I will not submit to the torture
I will not submit to brainwash
So you can stand and face my fury
Or rip your maps and just get lost!
So. Mad. Right.Now
Peter Kiggin Apr 2016
The Jealous Beasts

Why are feathers touched by angels clipped to stop them knowing how far they can fly
Why do birds who can't reach to know always try
Why is it sometimes that we love for no reason other than to watch a bird stretch their wings then never say goodbye
All these things I have learned and yet we see and do it every time because our natural instincts are to fear what's not known and stop it by any means I sigh
Being different makes stranded birds float upon ponds and just drift around featureless reticent awry
The Albatross floats on winds without energy for miles and miles to face any mountain or the lightest bluest sky and that is the freest; learning to let the wind blow wherever it may remember to go high and dry
So soon in your life you must remember everything for a purpose and a reason or we might all just die
corruption
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