"agression" poems
Black And White Beauty For Miles To See,
Yellow Has Drained From Every Bumble Bee,
What Do We Do? Are We Free? Do We Flee?
Everything Is Black--Even The Blue Seas
Flowers Dwindle; Yet There Wasn't A Change,
Our World Is Now Completely Rearranged,
There's No More Money--People Can't Exchange,
It's Gone Now--All The People Were Deranged
The Black And White Is Nothing To Be Seen,
All Those Material Things--Kings And Queens,
Cars, Cash, Even Blood, And Plasma Screens,
There's Even More Agression Towards The Mean!
Black And White Beauty Is All Around Me,
*I Only Say It So I Can Be Free
The Black And White--Oh It Wants Me To Plea,
I Will Stay Strong, So I Can Have The Key*
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 6:05 PM UTC
I don't get this tough guy act
This facade of strength and invincibility
Put on by guys who work out
They brag and strut, show off their muscles
I think it's a bit pathetic.
Ok cool, you can lift 300 pounds,
Can you discuss poetry and science intelligentlly?
Why act invincible and as though you're more solid
Than a diamond, strong through and through
We both know you're more of a turtle,
Strong shell, and soft center that you pretend is nonexistant
In all honesty, I think guys do it to show up other guys
But I'm more into smart, funny guys
More lean than musclebound
And above all, gentle and kind
Sensitivity is not weakness and chivalry should not die
At my school though, it's dying
Some guy will run me over
And another will let the door swing
A third will simply push on through
The rare friend or stranger who stops and gives way
Who holds the door or makes some space
Is hard to find today, and precious
I'll never get this tough guy act,
Made of agression and violence
Fueled by pure testosterone
And removes all common sense.
So guys, please stop this tough guy act
Not a pretty sight at all
You'll beat each other up
For what all too? A girl? A prize?
Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 8:19 AM UTC
Passive-aggression?
I'm withholding feelings I'm afraid to mention
You'll judge me with your intellect and wit
I'll deal with myself how I see fit
I'm comfortable, yet always on guard
This isn't how things are supposed to start
I only care to please you
But I've failed myself, and can't help but continue
I've put you on a pedestal, despite your flaws
You're everything I want because you're everything I'm not
I seem to be losing confidence in myself
Constant contemplation, refutation...
There are so many things I wish to say
I feel the opportunity continues to slip away
I'm too slow to grasp the concept of initiative
So this passive, ambiguous life, I'll continue to live
Aug 19, 2011
Aug 19, 2011 at 9:48 PM UTC
broken glass embedded in backs
causing blood stains on crisp Calvin Klein shirts
from wrestling limbs on kitchen floors
licking ears as sassy retribution
for passive agression
and acts of contrition
greasy hair
unshaved legs
fur
on fur
mouth
on mouth
on moleskin
on holographic jewelry owned by us
bougie bohemians
highbrow artists
--with--
low-maintenance interests that include
blow, opiates, fringed scarves, "velvety",
all the pills you can fist into your mouth,
a wannabe lou reed, your friends' band,
and **** **** ****** **** gallery openings.
Take a picture, it won't last as long as this work day
but we have to have our money for the water--after the eight ball and taxi, of course.
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 1:48 AM UTC
Have you ever been
pulled over by the culture
police?
I know this culture cop
who loves pulling people
over for self-expression.
He'll wait till you break
into color, and cut you
off at your most emphatic.
He'll **** burp, scoff--
master craft a discombobulating
smack to your mouth.
He thinks most expression pins
you down to obviousness.
So by definition a lack of expression,
or stifled expression, means
you're not being obvious.
Therefore tolerable, but being obvious, or not being obvious is still
being, trying--expressly.
Watchdog of his own passive-agression, his cagey brooding activated by voices in excitation
of uniqueness.
He's living hard between the lines,
unable to read so to speak, as sing!
My mouthy mute carbon copy
of repression, I'm so sorry--truly.
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 10:42 AM UTC
Been itchin' to step on the toes
of some politicians, ditchin'
the sneakers and hitchin'
the anger, an armor of agression,
clothes of choler, cursing the
contempt-ridden regressions of the system.
Edgy kids turn into violent adults,
You have the right to remain violent, folks, 'long as you're getting something done and not lounging lazily,
waiting for things to change by
themselves, putting your drive on a shelf, hazily remembering what you actually believed - go **** right off and leave.
Stick to your guns.
I'm so sick of saints and nuns advocating for peace. Peace is a piece of giving up belief. "Friendly Negotiations" to talk you out of your convinction, turn convicts into martyrs and we'll see which side you really trust.
How can you believe that peace will will solve problems when it just causes feelings to be pent up?
People are competitive, wanting all that opulence in the posthumous, and peace is a puzzling problem, not a solution.
Peace would be basic if human nature wasn't so acidic, mixed with the tension of a complex society, your peace is about to burn a hole in the walls of government.
The only peace for me is death.
Ideals are nothing without people fighting for them with every last breath.
Go out and scream as long as you're making noise.
Rip limits to shreds, and raise your ******* voice.
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 7:51 PM UTC
Come and find me feasting
in the belly of the beast
with imaginary fleece
in some negative degrees
used to get up to the desert Sun
setting in the East
where I made beats
‘till them beats made me See
I’m not a human Body
I’m a complex concept
convex confection
compressed in sections
by those who confuse rules with suggestions
crazy over coal? there’s jewels in my sessions
Man made the Tool
the Tool made obsession
to make more Tools
for use with aggression
I ain’t trying to act like Man made aggression
just saying that an ax is
Man-Made-Agression
I spent so much time in the South of France
North of Spain
I feel like sometimes I just tie my hands and force the pain
Why?
I just don’t know
but the Moon rises also . . .
I feel so free in the moonlight
‘cause you can’t see my face
and I can’t see your hate
Everything you’ve thought has already been known
any scheme you could plot has already been grown
so keep bliss I’ma work to be wise
‘cause wise men know the systems of our demise
but Wisdom isn’t knowing
it’s just something that we made
to create something out of something vague
and since we know Nothing is it Nothing we create?
I don’t know.
We’re nothing if the value that we made made slaves
bottles of ***** just for the tension
bottles of ***** just for attention
everybody waiting on Divine intervention
if jesus came Today would Anyone receive ascension?
I got blood, sweat, and tears on my clean slate
my new religion is Faith
I don’t need Hate
keep your Judgement
keep your D day
eating on this Earth
then I’m leaving with a clean plate
I spent so much time in the South of France
North of Spain
I feel like sometimes I just tie my hands and force the pain
Why?
I just don’t know
but the Moon rises also . . .
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 10:57 PM UTC
*Nature is the greatest teacher
Crooked trees in the forest
Standing tall, exibiting peace
Indicating individuality of beings
Teaching we can take imperfections with ease
Lucidity of water
Absorbing all colours, flowing free
Indicating true nature of mind
Teaching we can severe from conventions unkind
Air all around us
Remaining oblivious, fueling life
Indicating selfless presence
Teaching we can become generous saviours
Solidity of earth
Accomodating all, feeding life
Indicating endurance
Teaching we can be helpful with no expected return
Vastness of sky
Spanning across space, inspiring heights
Indicating grandeur
Teaching we can stand tall with big hearts
Agression of fire
Igniting dynamism, demonstrating hold
Indicating fearlessness
Teaching we can be creative yet bold
Steadiness of mountain
Defying age, exuding independance
Indicating determination
Teaching emancipation
Freshness of rain
Falling free, spreading coolness
Indicating calmness
Teaching we can be soothing to cold hearts
Shine of sun
Spreading warmth, sharing energy
Indicating synergy
Teaching we can be light to someone
Shimmer of moon
Soothing darkness, glowing in phases
Indicating change in times
Teaching flexibility as time changes
Glitter of stars
Decorating skies, falling in while
Indicating transient fame
Teaching we all fade out with time
And so on................
We must understand
We cannt live without nature
Nature can standalone quite
We need to learn from it
Wear its qualities and requite
Alas! We invariably live againt it*
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 4:26 AM UTC
I remember once
They all used to say
I was the brightest shiny star
That I will go far
and reach the sky
As time passed by
I got bigger, taller
smarter
And I realised
THEIR TRUTH WAS ****
AND THEY WERE ALL LIES
A child depressed
oppressed
by greater forces
known as society
soon I saw
That lies defy gravity
As time marches on
Life gets harder
And evil gets further
Inside me
It marches on
in my veins
And I see
Childhood dreams
torn apart
Drawn together
Are the pieces
Made of me
Flesh and blood
sweat and tears that form a sea
Of despair and bitter joy
forming a personality
Identity
This is me
You're all the same
pattern, form,
And society is to blame
For my depression
Agression
lies within me
I'll just be myself
I'll stay myself
Because that is all I have
And it is the force which keeps me
From splitting in half
Time marches on
And so do I.
Forever
Until I'll die.
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 2:22 PM UTC
A Wave Of Depression,
I Gave The Impression,
That I Did Not Cry
It Was An Obsession,
That Turned To Agression,
You Said That Your "I Love You",
Was A Lie
You Said I Needed Attention,
But You Were An Infection,
That Was Breaking The Last Ties
So I Looked In My Life's Direction,
I Knew I Only Had One Detention,
I Told Myself I Was To Young To Die
So As I Look At My Reflection,
I Stare At My Complection,
And Say Why, Oh Why, Oh Why
Aug 31, 2012
Aug 31, 2012 at 12:57 PM UTC
Boom,
Emotional explosion,
HAHA too ******* right,
****** up right,
Just sat here steaming,
Boiling to a point of losing control,
Boom Explosion.
Boom,
Anger,
Rage,
Agression,
Its all there just under my skin,
now its raising,
up,
up,
up,
it comes,
its coming haha,
nothing i can do now,
better to just let it go.
this is what happens,
with no sleep and just nightmares,
this is what happens,
when you have nothing and no one.
this is it.
its time.
Explode,
implode,
destruction,
BOOM
theres nothing left.
no breaks,
no control.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 6:19 PM UTC
We all have our faults, fears,
I'll take you through my years:
guilt,
pain,
******* self blame;
lies, cheats, drugs, shame,
but I'm not the only one who plays that game.
Cruel eyes of the world
the darkness of our souls.
We try
we strive
we give
we share,
Mr. newsman tells us 'how much we care!'
for the racism,
the sadism,
no god **** ******* escapism from
judgement or malice
or the ****** up roles we practice,
that we pass to our children,
who pass them to theirs,
and it seems to me no one cares, that
the depths of our nature,
our instinct in fact,
will battle with us, till
we revert back;
to our agression,
our need for oppression,
our greed for power and possession.
So,
I want to fight back.
Because we are people
because we are strong
and no matter who takes us,
hates us,
breaks us,
we will carry on.
Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 12:11 PM UTC
you used to be inspirational,
sensationally inspirational
in fact quite incredibly
the perfect source of
my originality
my imagination
you made words spew out
and run wild across
page after page of
passion
agression
angst
and intensity
mixed beautifully
in our perpetually
corrupted perfection.
but you've lost
your magic
your ability to make my
fingers scatter across
page after page
you've begun to
stifle and
suffocate
simply ******* the life
out of my
passion
agression
angst
and intensity
destroyed and crumbling
into bland pieces
of unoriginally
insignificant
nothingness.
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 1:34 PM UTC
The facts lay
Like dried- up leaves on
Bloodied the Earth
From every man made war
Law
Has names
But struggles
To remember
The one's they effect
I envy lust
Desire
Agression
Greed
Trust and
Self-confidence
These are vices
Of the regular man
Yet I see no need
For the big shindig
The after party
And all the dates before
Did I dream this life?
Was I brought here from sleep?
If I ***** this skin,
Will I sooner bleed or wake?
To what land then will I be transported?
Cobblestone configurations peddling
Beneath me as oars of the past once did
A father carries his son as far as He can
Until He must forget Him, so then to begin
Peace requires the blood of the worthy
The obstacles of man, the chances that God gives
Each structure needs its supports
For without, the structure will be weak
So son's and daughter's witness defeat
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 6:56 PM UTC
These devices are better now, elctro charged
Saturnine lanterns reflected magnanimously.
Let me wait, wait endlessly blue.
Sand scatter, hourglass bottom.
Like Alan I'd tell you I'm in Rockland with you.
Honey, this don't feel the same
eye linguistics and the way your body moves.
Jump at me in April showers and groove.
Damage control, digital and beautiful.
Let's see ourselves out of reality, briefly
and lose our minds in euphoric agression.
Attention grabber, tongue tied neatly.
Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 7:34 PM UTC
Heavy burdons of unknown reality
slowly haunt with great abundance
twisting and turning my conscience insane
on the verge of sure unlimited pain
stand up to my fears is what I was told
but restricted by authority, won't let me unfold
like a spring being compressed, it always springs back
pressure on pressure builds on my soul
the only aliviation is consequencial
unless the heads are turned in an ignorant direction
limitless power, overwhelming agression
is my key for the cause of endless depression
satisfied, in content my soul has been lifted
my spring has sprung
Mar 11, 2012
Mar 11, 2012 at 1:09 AM UTC
*I hopped in my car
And buckled myself in*
**It was a deathtrap
The stress of killing myself was going to drive me to suicide**
*If i fall asleep on the highway
I'll dream all the ******* way there
I hope I see myself getting high with all my piece of **** friends before I go*
That'd be my whole life anyway.
*Today had been a long day
Licking bird **** off windshields and carving* "Call Samantha for a Good Time!" in my skin
I found myself within my agression
**Naked and in plain view under a hundred shot out street lights with every single ******* person I knew's camera phone rolling.**
*Today I stared at myself in the rearview mirror and said "Not today"
And shot myself in the head
Because I would have driven right the **** off a bridge*
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 2:43 PM UTC
Two lonely figures stand on the way
On is hunched in agression
The other lowered in fear
If you strain to hear
You could just make out the metal ringing
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 4:23 PM UTC
I've learned to hide my depression
so no one will know
learning to hide my agression
I can't let it show
swallow my pride
all to protect
who I am inside
I've got it down to a science
never told a soul
until my heart showed defiance
I fell for you
I let my guard down
but you weren't true
you've hurt me
I gave you everything
but it wasn't meant to be
and as I sit here all alone
I realize the truth really does hurt
now my cover has been blown
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 6:45 PM UTC
You know
I am pretty happy
But its not what you think.
Its a box.
Yeah,
Its a box i sit in.
Its the place I built
To hide from myself.
I got my girl.
I got my boys.
I got my friends,
And my games,
And my job.
So im good.
But,
You see.
There are times,
When I think about
How messed up people
Can be:
To each other.
To themselves.
To animals.
To Earth.
To what we can really be,
What we NEED to be.
Even to little kids..........
And this is the time,
Yeah,
When all i wanna do is
peak
Over the lid of that box
And then:
My eyes glisten
within the flames
of pure agression.
The blind kind.
And I watch
As i fall somehow,
within myself,
Like down the throat of a dragon.
Screaming in absolute rage.
You know,...
the tunnel vision kind?
The seeing red and black kind?
The saves you in fist fights kind?
The no pain kind.
The "if you even hint
That you are thinking,
What I THINK you are thinking.
I will claw my finger nails away
And ******
trying to scratch my way to it.
Through your idiotic skull.
So i could remove
What would be the first thought
You've had in years.
So that I could then
Deny its rightful place
As king to the bran muffin
Between your diamond earings
You use to make decisions.
Just so I could then devour it
Excrete it back out,
Set it afire with
The very rage of
HUMANKIND
That floats somewhere
Between my heart, lips and mind
Just so I could Then throw myself
Upon those very flames.
And all of that...?
So that what remains of me
Won't have the energy to waste
On the thought of you."
Kind of
RED
RAGE
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 11:22 PM UTC
Mind forced to wonder
The planes of oblivion
Heart blackened and rough
Covered in obsidian
This is the damnation
Of the body I'm sitting in
Abandoned and hopeless
Im lying there helpless
And youre standing there selfish
You have done your damages
Rained your destruction
No need for bandages
They are only obstructions
Witness the wounds
Observe their infection
This is merely obsession
Filled with deception
Shackled and bound
By chains of depression
Now terrorfied to feel
Heart sunk in reccession
Once was full
But now only a cresent
A sliver a life
Cursed with agression
That only you can lessen
With you beautiful blessing
Just your pressence your essence
Is all I require
To lift me up higher
And escape this fire
On top that spire
Is the spot I desire
I will try to fly us
But my wings are so tired
From lifting you
Out of the brire
But I won't quit until we make it
Only then can I retire
Jun 13, 2010
Jun 13, 2010 at 6:59 PM UTC
*The urge to make
Pretty patterns with ink
On the delicate peice of paper, wanting emotions
Making a small blot at the end of my confession,
Sinking all my life's recessions
Thinking all the time I didn't do my work with precession
And left everything just to decorate a small peice of paper with agression.
All these little letters mean a lot
But they are a patch in my life
Just like the unwanted ink blots,
They won't wash away
And if they do,
The patterns would merge with the cleanliness
Moving on to the gutter's way.
My words are my life
My soul doesn't matter as much
For if I give up my soul, these rife
Words would thrive
At some corner of this huge universe
Just as small as a seed of sand,
They'll live forever
Even as little ink blots,
Someone would someday discover
There tiny dots
I am not the one who cares if
He reads it or throws it away
But mark my words as I say
My letters are alive
And in someone's heart these blots will forever stay.*
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 3:06 AM UTC
You don't get to have layers or dimension.
No tension, just breathe.
Dimension is something you must earn,
But soon you will learn to be untouchable.
There is no form of violence or agression acceptable.
You have to be respectable. Don't even move.
The would-be layers blend into one muddled grey.
Who you are is long washed away, untouchable.
Some sincerity you may sneak, but come right back
When you can't take the heat. Look ahead.
Do what it takes to hold yourself together.
It will forever be easier to be untouchable.
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 5:35 PM UTC
Thoughts and fears becoming an obsession
Flowing like the sea
Beautiful waves creating what lies before me
Or untamed power
A force of Destruction
Worries of where it will take me
Dragging my life down in the undertow
Uncontrollable
Unpredictable
Something that has the power
To push me far
Help me arrive in paradise
Will also take me down
To a cold, dark hell
Silent and alone
Overbearing pressure collapsing my lungs
Slowly stealing the warmth from my soul
It can make me feel alive
Or steal the life from my body
With each day, each hour, each moment
Not even the Lord knows not
Where I will end up
May 20, 2012
May 20, 2012 at 4:11 PM UTC