#conflicts
once the boats were bunt (finally)
and once you left,
i pulled my duvet up
and let the waves of the tragedy crash over me
Take me as a prisoner of their storm.
crying, but with dry eyes,
fists seeking the damp sheets
mulling over the words spoken, the lies
wondering how next you'll greet me
with a warm smile, or an expression of indifference?
i hoped for the former but knew i'd receive the latter
nothing even matters anymore because this was perfect
and i turn, and it's the ghost of your presence
fading warmth, lingering perfume
and i wish the teardrops would stop falling!
and i wish this didn't happen
and i wish you didn't leave
me alone with a phantom, and drowning, and not knowing how to swim-
and that swimming even exists in such a storm
and i wish you didn't make this storm
But really, we were both the clashes
of rainclouds, so dark and deviant
but with so much on our chests
but then i was on your chest
and then the storm happened
But somehow the storm has passed and the ghost had left
and now i'm washed up at a new shore.
Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 5:45 PM UTC
Late in the evening,
we toil over
how to remedy
arguments and conflicts
Does resolution come
From defending
my ground
By being sure
to establish
your error
Is life
like a court
of law
Is life as
a platform
for debate
The answer may be
far afield,
In an arena
where shared
Inner feelings
and misperceptions
trump facts
Where love is
honest enough
to yield
renewed commitments
Oct 23, 2025
Oct 23, 2025 at 6:25 PM UTC
"They’re from another country."
"But… they’re people too, aren’t they?"
"Yeah, but not our people."
Jul 18, 2025
Jul 18, 2025 at 11:21 PM UTC
im tired of the conflicts erupting between us all
let's get our act together and answer the needed call
the politics and policies are in grave need of revision
why can't we get together to avoid the mad collision
throw away all the so call facts and see what's going on
quit throwing your temper into the fray and creating a nation that's gone...
Brian Hill - 2020 # 278
Oct 9, 2020
Oct 9, 2020 at 6:05 PM UTC
Fight Between Rulers And People
For Latter’s Democratic Rights,
Is Just Like A Tiny Lamp Who
Faces A Storm To Safeguard Its Light.
And Fight Goes On And On
To Become The First World War,.
Few Objectives Achieved
Rest Are Left For Second World War.
Who Cares For The Poor?
So The Struggle Goes On,
May Be Waiting For The Third
To Stop The Unjust System Go On.
May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 9:29 AM UTC
When did I learn somewhere,
That Capitalism does not care,
Should have realized when I was young,
Economies flourish best with guns,
Over here in Oz, you see,
Iron ore and uranium, basically,
These fund our economy,
Is the human race naive?
Depends on what you believe,
Uncle Sam will want you and you,
Take care, young chicks and dudes,
Armed conflict soon everywhere,
When the Covid antidote is here,
Capitalism does not even care....
May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 8:04 PM UTC
Folksy blokes, like ya struttin’ ya thang
If you’ve come out of da Grand Ole Opry
But, won’t stay around for any old music sang
If it’s causing their head, to bob up and down and go all floppy
While rugged mountain men riding in some country rodeo
Can just step right up, to a Appalachia recording studio
Put down several tracks and become a worldwide pop star
They sing about hillbilly ways, while cogging or flatfooting from afar
Talking ‘bout wild hogs, gators, foxes & how so many more
Taste so great, using leftovers as bait & making real men roar
Old fables, told through pictures and patterns, upon knitted quilt
Even showing the feuding days of the Hatfields versus McCoys
From both sides of Tug Fork stream, with many unemployed
Although Asa and Devil Anse, said, ‘they hadn’t much guilt’
All because of a judge and 5000 acres of unusable swamp land
Once owned, by a close kissin’ cousin named, Perry Cline
Who didn’t even get any blood on his hand
They started a war, that could’ve been stopped
By a bottle or two, of good ole mountain moon-shine
Both clans almost wiped out, if last man standing had accidentally dropped.
Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 10:40 PM UTC
I need to warn him
that he is in danger
I need to tell him to run
far away
I run as fast as I can to the place
he is late
he has a calm face
something definitely happened
all I know is I need to help
once again we argue
no one winning
we yell out how we feel
but he just holds up his gun to me
he says he will deal with his own conflicts
I can't do anything
but I have to
he holds the gun to his own head
I yell his name
...
I stare at his body
...
tears roll down
and all I do is just stare at him
I can't do anything anymore
my brother, he is gone
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 9:48 PM UTC
i don't know why,
i don't know that this could happen,
i did'nt try to cry,
but tears are just came rushing.
such an unevitable sadness,
destroyed the walls of happiness,
put me on a spell that started the madness,
the light that is slowly, consumed by darkness.
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 9:53 AM UTC
sometimes it seems like life would be a lot easier
if the conflicts were a bit more sporadic
if they were more spaced out where we had the time
the time to deal with the conflict or situation healthily
and then heal from it and learn our lessons
then in a bit the next conflict would come along and it would easier
i mean, don't get me wrong, conflicts and challenges that life throw at us
are exactly that, conflicts and challenges
they aren't meant to be easy things, some are easier than others
but none of them are the most basic problem to solve
and life being the thing that she is isn't going to make them easy on us
it seems like all of our challenges we deal with in our lives come all at once
it's like pulling a book from the bottom of the stack and they all come tumbling
all these conflicts come at once bringing so much with them
stress, anger, heartbreak, jealousy, almost anything we could ever feel
and sometimes they just won't let up
the books sometimes feel like they are continuously falling
and sometimes we can't save every book that falls
sometimes the spines break and a few pages fall out
but maybe that's the way it's meant to be
the conflicts will come and we will get through regardless of how difficult they seem
sometimes it's okay to lose things in the conflicts
as long as we don't lose ourselves in them
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 9:51 PM UTC
There will be time
When I'll put down my arms
Lay my armor aside
Embrace the warmth, and live.
But until then,
gears up.
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 5:00 AM UTC
Just like my life my heart is an atrocious mess
Trying to do right but the only way I seem to go is left
When I try to cry no tears seem to form on my bottom lid
I think of you and my chest feels shot with a volting stun
Sounds stupid but this time I think Cupid said uc the arrow and blasted a gun
When I wanted to help you I lost my mind when my demons wouldn’t let me give you some
I didn’t want to go back to what I knew would end
But my hearts too real and everybody knows we had a past back then
Told myself I’d be there for the moment even tho when it was over I’d want to bury my face in pills & soft dust again
I wouldn’t say my heart is broken cause that already happened a long time ago
But it’s so conflicted and it’s like instead of fixing it I just step on and crunch the broken pieces and **** brain cells so memories drain from my dome
I wouldn’t say you have to forget to fix things but that’s all I wanna do when I get to missing you cause of my heart , just cutting too close
As I write this first poem I think of how you motivate me to do things I always wanted to do but simply just never did it
Like this meditation of words explaining the conflicts in my heart, like a peaceful flashback you give me a warming vision
I still hope to go to sleep at 4 am having a miraculous dream with only me and you in it..
-AP
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 6:07 PM UTC
Midnight is on its way
Moon and stars by its side
Still I lay awake
My eyes open wide
Day has finally come
To shine bright like the sun
Still this mind wanders
And the thoughts make fun!
Thoughts have always been like this
Taking everything as a joke
Be a tad bit serious
And they give me a big poke
Mind finally overpowers these thoughts
Thoughts of accepting defeat and running away
And so the deed is finally done
As this time neither did the heart nor the mind sway!
They work in perfect snyc
Something I'm not used to
I'm literally amazed
At the magic of those two
Everything feels so very perfect
Only until this magic stays
Then again the world is upside down
As mind fails to keep thoughts at bay
They dive back in the pool of mischief
Try to fake an innocence
But everything they think after that
Is nothing more than nonsense
This is how they make a world of their own
With all their mischief, innocence and fun
And this way they try to keep you alive
For they stay right there for you until you're done
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 2:22 PM UTC
It's not cool that you did that,
why are you always contradicting yourself, on purpose?
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 10:50 PM UTC
Is it harder to let go of
Bad habits and addictions
Or, harder to climb over
That wall where
Feelings hide away
There is so much one can do
With feelings, stuffing them
into some bulging mental drawer
Is generally counterproductive
And learning to befriend them
Is no easy task albeit
Extremely worthwhile
Each engendered feeling
Seems as tough to hide as
A newborn puppy
In a college dormitory
Peaking over the wall
At secreted feelings
Displays piles of anger, fear, envy,
While more pleasant feelings like joy
Fight to garner attention
Pleasant or unpleasant
Gently pet each emotion
Befriend it and it will
Give you strength
And insight into
Weathering a crisis,
Healing a relationship
Or finding your path in life
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 11:47 AM UTC
When people are talking
conflicts are erupting
even when everyone appear calm
some feelings are harmed
Using the most cutting weapon
we do not know how to control
The tongue has the most victims
no one considers at all
careless whispers
and the screaming match
hurting all those who matter
deeper than mere scratches
Resentment stays
as the words replays
and the distance grows
even if it does not show.
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 3:36 PM UTC
Days pass through nights.
The leaves blows through the wind.
A dream shoots through stars.
A heart beats in a pulse.
The stars gleam in the day,
The heat sways in the night,
The water twists in the desert,
The sweetness of the sugar free cake.
I never asked to be different.
I never dreamed of being lost.
But every turn that I try,
leads me down that line.
I wanted to belong,
I wanted to be free.
But like the man chasing me,
It's my obsession.
A backward life slips along
The fire burns dull
A tear becomes dry
A dream is empty.
The daughter raises the mother.
The son h teaches the father.
The victim murders the killer.
The page draws on the pencil.
I never asked to be different.
I never dreamed of being lost.
But every turn that I try,
leads me down that line.
I wanted to belong.
I wanted to be free.
But like the man chasing me,
It's my obsession.
Nobody said I had to be perfect.
Nobody told me to be sane.
Nobody asked me to be the queen.
Nobody taught me to be proper.
Nobody offered me my milk and cookies.
Nobody ever offered me my slice of life.
Nobody ever gave me my money.
Nobody ever gave me my dreams.
I never asked for anything from you.
I never asked for a hug,
A kiss
A story
Love.
I never asked to be different.
I never dreamed of being lost.
But every turn that I try,
leads me down that line.
I wanted to belong.
I wanted to be free.
But like the man chasing me,
It became my obsession.
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 1:52 PM UTC
War by proxy,
the future of conflict
super powers clashing
on foreign soil
in battles fought by locals
divided into camps
pitted against their own
for differing convictions
not for the lack of reasons;
fuel to the fire added
by their recruiters
propaganda,
subterfuge,
subversion;
no need to worry about ordnance
and military hardware,
ammo and suplies
they will be provided
duly
by the sponsors;
the agenda is
to drown a patch of land in blood,
with an island built from bones
lonely in the middle,
just big enough for a g-man
to set foot upon,
tie the laces of his boot;
an then move on.
But what of all the residue?
Nothing goes to waste
all will be reused
blood to fuel
bones to amunition
surviving souls to generations of hate slaves
If you're elsewhere building an oasis
somewhere peaceful, someplace quiet,
watch your back and keep an eye
on the silent sky
there are birds of steel and wires
with their artificial brains
roaming, cruising, watching,
their senses and their talons
lent to their
puppeteers, mere employees
looking for a chance,
at that multikill promotion
fingers itching at the joystick...
but outside and back at home,
a prison cell of boredom
waits to chew them in slow motion
to the bombed and the bombing,
to the greedy and the mourning,
we don't call this life
hell is real
we're both prey and hunter
madness is contagious and haunting
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 7:29 AM UTC
Bruised and battered egos:
Retaliations –
Flaming tornadoes spiral up to stormy skies.
Mixed metaphors of caviar and custard
Maelstrom mightily around the mountains of Hell.
Trolling is appalling
And flaming burns.
Let go of that ego
Is my advice.
Be humble from the start.
No-one is great enough
To be beyond reproach
Or criticism.
Who cares how good or otherwise I am?
Who cares what anyone says
About my work?
I am what I am,
End of story.
To Describe what I am is fine:
See those metres, verses, rhymes
And metaphors.
Dismantle me if you wish,
But (please) put me back together.
No-one should stand in judgement,
Except maybe God,
With His bright wide wings.
So stop the abuse,
And sourceless insults.
Cease the condemnation,
Or stand to be IGNORED.
Paul Butters
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 6:44 AM UTC
Complications starkly
stand before the
rising tides of illusions.
Perfect sunsets slip beneath
the apex of
my dreams.
Darkened now, we grow restless.
Carry my weight in your
heart. The load is yours
to manage.
Quiet shadows lurking
remind us we know
no truth.
Hopeful gestures, yearning.
Let me go
pursue with grace
what little strand
of dignity
creating forward motion
I wait.
The next blow is sure to **** me.
Icy heat and
knotted organs
sloshing slowly towards
the fall.
Trains with human rhythm
beget nothing but
wounded wisdom.
Repeat.
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 9:20 AM UTC
You thought it was enough
but I saw through all the hullabaloo and fluff
You can't fool me the same way you did to them
I saw every loose hem
I've been observing brightly colored canvas
and I've smelled different kinds of grass
You could say that I already knew you before you do
I could feel the same as you
Maybe this is the special connection between two people hidden in the word "promise"
but I doubt you'd feel mine once it comes because you've never observed me the same way I have...
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 8:52 AM UTC
A blessing in disguise at the right moment of time
Blessed is the mind
Blessed is the soul
Blessed are the thoughts all those which belong to mine
The best thing to do in life is to face everything that comes along the way of life
All of which includes conflict, chaos, contradictions and confusion
Expected or unexpected
Surprised or shocked
Whatever happens in life and all that which goes on in one’s life
It is not possible that each and everything will get defined
Nor is it possible that everything will find it’s proper place, time and substance
The rigorous rigmarole through which all of us go it is nothing, but life.
So always give your best,
hope for nothing less,
but the best
while you leave the rest in the hands of God as life goes on in doing so.
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 1:11 AM UTC
Guess you gotta be wealthy to be healthy this world ain't healthy blue eyes tell lies genetic defect reptiles in disguises Chem trails in the sky explotin diamond African minds watch out for them suit and ties
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC
*Light expels darkness
But shadows emerge from light.
Always conflicting.*
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 10:14 AM UTC