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Donna Bella Jan 2015
My words has a stinch, therefore it lingers
Lingers into your mind and continue to stay
Lingers until new words approach and blossoms
The lingering effect
Donna Bella Jan 2015
Twisted fantasy of the bleak insanity
Ryuki Jan 2015
I'm mad at the people who think they are God
Who think they can do whatever they want
I'm mad at the people who think they're all that
At the people who lie, or hide behind a hat

I'm mad at the people who judge other people
Who think they can fight, or burn down a steeple
I'm mad at the people who wear gruesome chains
Who curse at their fathers or *******

I'm mad at the people who beat their woman
Who don't care about life, and give up on livin'
I'm mad at the people who make fun and are racist
Who **** and moan and are generally tasteless

I'm mad at the people who are loud and shout
Who ignore everyone, and constantly make out
I'm mad at the people who always sin
Who sit on the side of the road, holding a tin

I'm mad at the people who laugh and cry
Who cheat and double-cross, and maybe even lie
I'm mad at the people who think they can sing
Who mark themselves as Queen or King

I'm mad at those who always want more
Who do stupid things, like gamble and start war
I'm mad at the people who laugh at things like ****
Who will never understand, or never contemplate

I'm mad at the people who don't believe
Who don't stay and enjoy the show, who get up and leave
I'm mad at the people who don't take a stand
Who don't even fight for their own land

I just want a world of quiet, of happiness
A world where everyone is a friend, no such thing as sadness
But with people how they are today, oh so rude
They get on my nerves, and put me in a bad mood

A world of love, a world of peace
Out of this huge puzzle, just one little piece
This is my vision of the world, these are my dreams
But it will  never be, I will never get wish, or so it seems

I'm mad at everyone, at everything
I'm mad at the world, who destroyed my dream
I think this one came to fruition about 8 years ago. It's pretty catchy if you get the rhythm down. It was just one of those days were everything anyone did bugged the **** out of me.
In my mind
I see the world
No one is kind
I am a just an only girl

Blinded by rage
Everything is red
In this age
People have bled

I want to strangle you
Gouge your eyes out
But what do I do?
Smile as bitterly as I can, and I don't even pout
Vanessa Gonzalez Jan 2015
Don't you ever just get so irritated with everything and everyone?
Everyone's so caught up in the most worthless dumbest **** it annoys the hell out of me.
There are people out there going through real problems and they're over there mad because they haven't ****** a ***** in a while.
Or they haven't had they're hit yet.
Or theyre ***** as hell and can't seem to find someone to **** with.
Or theyre "failing" a class with a 95.
Its all this **** that ****** me off.
Stop being so selfish for once and look past the meaningless parts of being human.
They won't mean anything once you're dead.
Steve Sauceman Jan 2015
An atheist cried for something to believe in.

He explored and exploited the world, wondering where's "God" been.
What to believe in?
Theres just enough poverty to make the funds go around.
So he put his morals on the shelf to make it in money town.
They said he needed college, but his middle fingers stuck.
He hates what he's best at, blessings happened to be a curse.
Who to believe in when he doesn't believe in himself?

Disbelief is belief in itself.
My poems
are not all the same.
Mixed emotions,
you see.
Some are depressed,
some are just sad.
Some are happy,
and some are mad.
I am a poet,
I write what I feel,
although I am as numb
as my fingers
on a cold winter day.
db cooper Dec 2014
It was new years day
I remember it like it was yesterday
We had a birthday party for my nephew
Everyone was there and I loved you
I told them all what I would do
I'd ask to marry you
You said yes
I was pleased
But I remember from then on
It was diseased
I loved you
More than you ever me
I couldn't help the jealousy
But that night I caught you
At the Wally Mcgees
That made me absolutely crazy
All I could think about;
Was that **** Beatles song
Where they sat on a cornflake
And pigs ran from a gun
  
I couldn't help what I done
I had to do it,
You were causing me too much pain

But I ended it
My pain I mean
With a knife in her vein
I guess you could say
That I was **Mad Hatter
This is fiction writing.. I have not killed anyone nor do I wear a hat, although I may be a tad mad.
cringemaster Dec 2014
For every molecule in the ever expanding universe,
(For every molecule of you that I wanted to burn like you burned my trust)
For every unit of energy converted,
(For every emotion converted from love lust to blood lust)
For every breath any living thing has ever taken,
(I wanted to cease the incessant sounds of the breaths you didn't deserve.)
For every second I looked at you,
(For every second I wasted on trying to focus my eyes hard enough so that my looks could burn)
Dreamed of you,
(Dreamed of your demise)
Hoped for you,
(Hoped for you to die)
I grew to fully and completely love you.
(I grew to fully and completely hate you)
All so suddenly.
All so suddenly
**I barely even noticed.
A poem for an old "friend". Read the normal text the first time through, then read the ones in italics the second time through.
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