"afflicting" poems
When I was younger, I would wait for him
to die. I loved him - at least I wished I did.
He used to be my D.A.D., and acronym.
Remaining in the mobile home, amid
his “hidden” *** toys and unlocked arsenal-
when he would return, my brother and I hid.
His I.Q.? Soaring, but he lacked a soul,
he killed kittens for fun and never got caught.
Covert sociopath; maintaining control.
Court ordered visits left my mother distraught,
she wrestled the system over us for years,
our knight in shining armor that always fought.
The battle was won after many shed tears -
to a ****** life we forged, pioneers.
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 8:19 PM UTC
This one I will refuse to destroy me,
Pick me up, toss me out and leave me in the morning;
The loneliness that echoes inside sets her free.
Spare the delicate moment of bliss or ecstasy
When day comes, abandon hope and leave me in the mourning
This one I will refuse to destroy me.
Dawn awakens the oblivion- the disillusioned fairy
Passionate sunlight erupts the stillness of dreamless dreaming,
The loneliness that echoes inside sets her free.
As the fire licks at the mountainside, leaving behind its vengeful debris,
Last night ignited this hateful inferno you are afflicting
This one I will refuse to destroy me.
Thunderbolt! Durga cast down the Depraved one, while he
Creeps into the naked night like a coward: fleeing,
The loneliness that echoes inside sets her free.
Tangled beneath sheets and limbs of a parted sea
It was only with your blind eyes you left, haunting
This one I will refuse to destroy me,
The loneliness that echoes inside sets her free.
Sep 7, 2010
Sep 7, 2010 at 8:03 PM UTC
*
*wandering aimless
a traveler lone
roads unknown
on his own
haunting memories broken pieces making
the entourage
the collage
the mirage
the life, an endless ocean of sand
clinging
slipping
shifting
afflicting
sifting
drifting
coming across many dunes
all bound to shift, leaving the runes
playing his own tunes
an oasis
far away in the desert
keeps him going at any cost
carrying in the heart
a tender fire
a burning desire
an eye, focused a bit farther
and, yes! a bit higher!*
*
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 10:33 AM UTC
The days have blended into a poetic haze
of mismatched syllables, hanging participles
accented with a hint of discourage.
My purpose use to be therapeutic.
Each rhyme I wrote was a comma in my run-on sentences.
And for awhile, I could breathe. Each breath became less wheezy, uneven and strained.
After I gathered enough air, I dared to speak.
Me? How could I even have the audacity to think!?
To my disbelief, my words didn't fall on deaf ears.
The anxiety, shame, depression and fear woven
into every poem made me familiar in the minds of strangers.
These strangers made me feel human.
With quickness that's comparable to the slickness of a parable
I was ****** from a catapult into the essence of prose.
However, the latency between the beginning of my literary journey
and the discovery of my gift for poetry was afflicting my sensibility.
I succumbed to the bullying from hyperboles
and the taunting of iambic pentameter.
At times I was afraid to talk to neighbors
for fear of narrative structure overhearing.
Now, I am wandering in a fog
though the hills of unpublished work,
echoed only by the crunch of "not good enough" beneath my feet.
This was therapeutic. Now I use it to influence my movements.
Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 6:52 PM UTC
Diagnosed with mentally afflicting conditions/
Why I'm often covered in depression/
Fighting with addiction/
Suffacating conversations with judgemental complications/
Everyday Im waking up to a handful of medications/
It's embarrassing/
I promise from this moment now until my cremation to always make the best decision/
Despite whatever the caution might be to reach the desired life position/
Someone should have mentioned all the implications psychotic intentions have on relations/
Like the one between myself and all other human beings currently visiting/
Why I'm regularly checking out in day dreams of beautiful poetry that speaks/
Only problem being I'm unable to sometimes distinguish reality in the things I'm seeing/
So Im sorry for everyone that's sat through this psychotic rollercoaster, please don't let it be the me you remember/
Just think, that's my life to own except I often have to experience it alone/
I promise I didn't know the severity until just recently/
What I dont get is why nobody stopped to explain it/
My thoughts I knew were never right, which is why I put them on paper every night/
Finding comfort in the empty white when I write/
Putting my thoughts together every time I make rhymes for these poetry lines/
Made up by this one of a kind mind I sometimes can't find/
Remembering memories of a misery that inspires artistry/
Crafting my poetry from this hearts history/
Pieces of beautifully painted rhymes hidden within nameless poem lines/
The portrait of a forgotten poet coloured forever in this moment/
Doing this is the only thing holding together this cracked barrier/
Around this mind that's mentally unstable covered with an RX label/
Questioning moments if I might be psychotic/
Turning against myself with a straight jacket/
Lock set with the sunset, this I've come to accept/
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 7:40 PM UTC
There was an old man at a Station,
Who made a promiscuous oration;
But they said, 'Take some *****
You have talk'd quite enough
You afflicting old man at a station!'
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Entice on its flavor
Suffer and adore
Topsy-turvy yet happy
Afflicting, coffee can be
Sip it, be contented
Linger on its power
One must adroit to embed
Coffee is hard to endure
One touch, be wary
There’s no hope exit
Pain through coffee, defeat
A synecdoche of a story
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 6:26 AM UTC
Everyone learns that convalescence turns to evanescence when reheated bubbles rise into effervescence. Conflicts turn with ease from shame to blame and wrap back around afflicting and constricting the veins. Tension to dissension when your worst thoughts slide by the side taking every abide on their pretentious and demented path to divide. This lesson on entropy is no radical notion. But rather a fanatical description of raw emotion. The most important connections we build in this life will be tested redundant with an abundance of strife. Perfection is impossible, we must only continue to row. Our reflection is the garden that we inevitably grow. It begins at one moment by sowing a single seed. Reach out to someone feeling lonesome because truly we are all in need. Or try again with heart in hand and if you fear for wasted time...
*I love you.
I forgive you.*
These few words don't need to rhyme.
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 2:08 AM UTC
I live with an altered state of mind
sometimes I believe that I believe in something
but there is nothing that I can honestly define
and I am beginning to wonder why I even try
wind chimes ding in my head
blending like a flock of birds being fed
I am bleeding internally in my legs
and the burning sensation is becoming addicting
afflicting pain on yourself is a symptom
of constant wishful thinking
not seeing the difference between
what is real and what is reality
what is true and what is a fallacy
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC
They say I suffer from retrograde cash flow
and it is afflicting me with anterograde anxiety
so they let me go
bleeding money from every pore
leaving a red paper trail behind me
A memetic virus of unprecedented scale
has everyone pale and empty-pocketed
their haunted eyes reflecting
the fear of an exofiduciary reaction
The resultant melancholy
proves infectious.
My sad-sack coworkers,
drained from the same numismatic disease
seek alternative medicine
but I am hooked on the slow copper drip
and wait patiently for the bag to empty before
I even realize I should have
seen another doctor
before
my internet support's been pulled.
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 11:20 PM UTC
An anxious amortal
archnemesis
affectionately
allowing an amoral
animosity
achieve an attitudal
agressive and aversion against
any and all
annoying,
aggravating,
afflicting,
and almost annihilating
alliterations,
although all
aforementioned actions
are absolutely
artificial.
An amiable
abomination
and architectural abuse
at an alphabet achieved
after aesthetically
arranging ample
arbitrary
alternatives alone,
amounting an acclamation.
An affinity at
awkward avante-garde arts
arising at
an astronomical acceleration,
aside an archaic
argumentum ad
antiquitatem argument
awfully appraising
an atheistic and agnostic
apparition,
anthrophomorphically
alive and apparently
alright after asphyxiation,
alluding an astral authority
absolving accusations
and all allegations.
An advantageously
astute and adroit assassin
always actively
acting and assaulting
alone, ain't assisted
anyhow,
already
antiquating auxillaries
altogether.
An alliteratious afterfocus:
Aborting all anticipations.
Anticipating affirmative antagonizations.
All are alright.
Already airtight.
Adios, amigos.
Author: anonymous,
an acorn-afflicted,
assassinatrix affiliate.
attributed as Agent Argent.
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 11:54 AM UTC
For all things there's a reason
I understand this, but tell me what
Is the method for deciding who
Gets afflicted and who does not?
Good people made to suffer
Bad people left to live
They say that there's a reason
So..a reason...will you give
There are places named for heroes
Some for leaders, some for Kings
I would like to tell of one lad
who's namesake was these things
The child that I speak of
Is a prisoner of his own
He is afflicted with an illness
That is known as Brittle Bone
Simple movements, they can injure
A simple sneeze may break his neck
So, please tell me the reason
who up there, said "What the heck?"
A child with no grievance
What exactly can be learned
By afflicting this poor child
Did God miss, was his back turned
This child is a leader
He is special, here's the thing
He is named after a great one
Alexander is a King
For all things there is a reason
This is one I do not get
This child needs a lifetime
And with his family...that he'll get.
Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 6:54 PM UTC
**So far today I'm a giant, a tyrant, a clinical mess-
My label states I'm a manic, a miserable being topped with a dollop of depressed.
Those are my titles today, given to me by a man who just won't stay away.
If I am really all of those things , why do you suppose that man insists on hitch hiking on my manic wings?
Why wouldn't he get off at the next stop, as opposed to whispering in my ear those afflicting thoughts?
So far today I am a giant, a tyrant, and maybe even a clinical mess. But I will tell you what I am NOT, and that's a self righteous, name calling, demeaning pest.**
Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 5:50 PM UTC
What is this pain-
where is it coming from-
what does it want from me
I am cold
I am bittersweet
growing old
I'm incomplete
Why
are
you
killing me
killing
you
don't
know
I'm alive
but I'm-
Crying
I'm sighing in disbelief
Trying
to **** this broken stupid thief
he's laughing
with no remorse
taking our life
stealing all our
joy
all our peace
all our
keep on going
I just know-
I don't know anymore-
I don't care, what's the reason
for it all
What am I
What am I doing here
Where is this pain
coming from I see it's you
All
your
dreams
are just
lies until you
see
that
we're
all just sleeping all your
Dreams will
never be coming true
Not un-
less you believe in that you
can't see
and step out in faith believing
blindly
overcome and
stop believing
all the lies
what relief
take control
and give it back
to the one who
made it and
surrender to his will
Why am I crying-
why am I cold and empty-
why am I
trying when I know I'm falling
down-
I'm ready to
hit the ground
and just pound
my fists against the wall
don't you know that I am
Dying
I'm tearing myself to pieces
one shred at a time
one for you and one for
me I'm
clinging to cold remorse
but I won't give up another minute
I love you...
too...
[Break here]
fever
in my mind
in my body
in my
soul-
why are my
hands shak-ing
I have lost control
I never had it
What's the toll
for getting past the border
into peace and
knowing that you all are happy
knowing that you gave your best and tried
Oh! I tried...
Why am I cold
yet I'm burning up inside
who is speaking of me
who is thinking of me
does it really matter
[heavy break]
my pores
can't take any more abuse
my sores
are they real or am I dreaming
is it real
or am i living surreality
alive
in the shadows
I am melting
down
dripping down the walls its all
beyond my control
I am letting go
one
digit at a time
oh these paws are shedding
I don't- no!
that is the phrase
that is the curse that's
afflicting all my own inside
the prison of our sheltered minds
and putting all our limbs in binds
and burying our faith in endless
[silence]
what is this pain
where is it coming from
what does it want from me
you stupid selfish parasite
let go
how do you like being torn in two
unrealistic unreality
[sudden silence and continue]
I am cold
I am bittersweet
growing old
I am incomplete
am I too bold
am I crossing a line right here in
taking
just a minute just to let it out
and stop
no I won't stop
not if I can help it
you are so worth it
I won't lie
I'm am kind of lost
and I don't know
where I am
and I just trail off in
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 4:37 AM UTC
I was selfless person
Afflicting all the pain and anger I felt towards others onto myself
But the scars, they cover my body
All of spaces filled up
No more room for the lies, the screams, or the fights
Before, I was at fault
But now I see
And we're not kids anymore
I have nothing to lose
And now I can choose
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 2:52 PM UTC
this morning
seems that was
the battle cry
for some movement
pushed out of our minds
by more insistent
and newer news
maybe it is the weather
maybe it is
some mid-life crisis
afflicting me
at the mcdonald's
while I use the free wifi
whatever it is
I will win
this battle too
just like
every other one
so far
Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 9:16 AM UTC
Of everything bent by wind on the earth
You move the fibers preserving my worth
Where have I gone with the questions I pose
And can I allow them to channel my prose
Subtleties hiding are harder to see
But that doesn't mean they are not within me
Show me the image beyond all of this
Far from the shadows that blew me a kiss
Cover my hands with the warmth of your touch
I need to feel it, I need you so much
Soften the edges afflicting my mind
Speak me a way I can verily find
I want to rest at the foot of your door
'Neath all the doubt I don't have anymore
Waiting is nothing, let patience attest
The time it has taken makes life my request
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 11:52 PM UTC
I can feel it, I
know the emotion,
like every other emotion,
worldly,
maybe
divine-
it swells high over the visible horizon,
it is invisible.
it dwarfs the infinite of the cosmos
it reflects through our lives
everywhere, the steal.
the world sees it in adknowldgment,
like Colossus,
cast into murderous weapons
self afflicting
the dagger
the arrow
its own destroyer,
with time.
Feb 4, 2010
Feb 4, 2010 at 5:19 PM UTC
Point of no return
Circulating to the place
We met
Coffee date
Time late
Here with you
Self condemnation
Afflicting spirit
Your gravitational pull
Strains around me
Promise i've evolved
Feet planted
Call me concrete
Immobilized
Struck me like a match
Immature as it sounds
Muted love making
Pussyfooting
New city
Old town
Adulation
Confrontation
Not willing to face it
Sack of bones
Brought to life
By you
If im wrong
You make me right
Eyes closed
Stole my sight
Subdued lips
Put up no fight
Angel on my shoulder
Demon on my arm
You in my heart
Her in my mind
What can go wrong?
Murray
Mar 12, 2012
Mar 12, 2012 at 2:33 PM UTC
the two of them
attached at the hip;
inseparable.
how strange to be
such opposites,
yet forced to live in the
same prison.
one was an insomniac, while the other slept 16 hours a day.
one was confident and able, nothing could bring her down.
the other faulted inside herself, with arms stretched above her, begging for a way up.
one was flowing thoughts and new ideas, with an unconscionable amount of energy.
the other thought obsessively, always in the negative, lacking the ability to even speak most days.
one was a stomach full of butterflies, terrified at the thought of dying.
the other spent her days, chest aching and empty, begging for each one to be her last.
so tell me, how do astronomical
glow
and insufferable
darkness
coincide accordantly?
they simply don’t
with each constantly afflicting the other,
the small prison in which they inhabit
is collapsing
falling into itself
soon to dissipate
until nevermore
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 7:21 PM UTC
If you don't ever try
You might never live
Worst you can do is die
Blessed with death to give
Words contrived to fruition
Climb upon my shoulders
Take a look at new ambition
Papers finally free from folders
Thoughts magically transformed to verse
Imagery and idolatry bleed ink to prose
Detracting my distraction is another curse
Explanations obscured as frustration grows
King of the world today, ever so omnipotent
Afflicting Memories distance away and fade
Wake up tomorrow and could be impotent
Clutched to a beautiful creature in the shade
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 4:12 AM UTC
I am a shadow of a shadow
Creeping through existence
And the bleakest realities
Of a life bereft of love
I am a faithless angel
Believing in nothing
And praying for the end
Of a life bereft of love
I am a quiet crypt
Entombing a silenced soul
And a muted mind
Of a life bereft of love
I am a vast ocean
Encapsulating emptiness
And the cold dark void
Of a life bereft of love
I am a rotten corpse
Decaying slowly to time
And mundane dreariness
Of a life bereft of love
I am a voracious vampire
Craving the night
And draining the veins
Of a life bereft of love
I am a clandestine mystery
Withholding the secrets
And worthless revelations
Of a life bereft of love
I am a cold-blooded serpent
Slithering in lies
And venomous mendacity
Of a life bereft of love
I am a grim visage
Adopting false smiles
And fallacious contention
Of a life bereft of love
I am a ghost of a phantom
Haunting the living
And those who know not
Of a life bereft of love
I am a hellish demon
Burning in impurity
And corrupted innocence
Of a life bereft of love
I am a lonesome sepulcher
Dwelling in solitude
And self-imposed isolation
Of a life bereft of love
I am a forlorn oblivion
Devouring light
And what radiance remains
Of a life bereft of love
I am a hollow shell
Resonating dins of depravity
And tortured screams
Of a life bereft of love
I am a deceitful siren
Beguiling lost passerby
And luring them to shores
Of a life bereft of love
I am a black rose
Wilting in misery
And withering beauty
Of a life bereft of love
I am a self-destructive beast
Rampaging in anger
And constant frustration
Of a life bereft of love
I am a spreading disease
Afflicting this world
And all of mankind
Of a life bereft of love
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 1:17 AM UTC
Failure,
The single word that defines me,
And it eats away at me,
Because that seven letter word is worse than sin,
From the perspective of the world.
Freedom,
Another seven letters that have been stated before,
Land of the free and the fight for freedom,
But what does that even mean anymore,
My life has never been more than a striving for perfection,
Chasing after something that can never be obtained,
My temptation, my tantalization,
The delightful piece of fruit that is out of reach for all but a few,
Says the words of a society where to be a success is to stand above the rest,
But how I covet the ability to taste the sweet juice of my victory,
But instead, everything has victory over me.
How can a concept defeat a person?
It acts like a virus,
Eating at my brain until it is mush,
Useless except in afflicting misery on my imagination.
Left trapped in my worst memories,
Reliving things that can never be changed.
Sep 29, 2020
Sep 29, 2020 at 3:32 PM UTC
Wars for so-called religion,
Children, people starving
under ****** regimes
and dying on the streets.
Tsunamis, Landslides, Hurricanes,
Tornadoes, Erupting volcanoes,
Floods, Avalanches,
Deadly storms destroying
all that stands in their path.
A world where there is a
constant barrage of evidence
of a universal acceptance of
abuse against women
and children.
Evil men, leading cities
and countries,
establishing selfish,
convenient rules and laws,
often under the guise of
“safety” and “terrorism
deterrant”.
******** all of it!
Men whose rich pockets
are bursting at the seams
and whose bank accounts
get bigger and fatter with each
sick, sordid war.
Cures that exist for painful,
life-degrading diseases,
afflicting the most fragile
of our human society, and
BIG BUSINESS and
the Pharmaceutical masters
blocking them from the masses.
They MUST maintain a
bread-line of the tragically
ill to continue
creating addicts, convinced
that they will always need
their almighty drugs to
live and survive.
Rapists, pedophiles, terrorists…
all welcome,
all find a home here,
where the prey is aplenty.
Jobs and wages,
taken away from the citizens
trying to feed and clothe
their families,
being replaced by robots
and drones.
What is a man to do?
How does a single mother
feed her young?
The rich get richer on
the backs of the little people;
the poor fall by the wayside…
modern day LEPERS,
mistreated, shunned
and scorned.
Beat down to the
lowest levels of this
demented humanity.
Evil is a gluttonous
predator who never
gets its fill.
-by Mercurychyld
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May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 9:14 PM UTC