"agressive" poems
There is no better ******* feeling than having someone forget you exist. Having someone miss your calls and ignore your texts. They turn away when you walk by. They hear you calling but look around for an escape. They forget your ******* birthday. They channel all their love for you into someone else. A stranger. You've been there for them even when they were a ***** and had no other friends. When they wanted to end their life and had no one else to talk to. When they barged into your door crying almost every night. And a ******* stranger comes into the play and I feel you slowly slipping away. You love them more. I know. Do you love me at all. If not then say so. Please. I can't take this passive agressive behavior. It's swallowing me whole. Stop pretending to know me, you don't know **** You don't know that im a jealous ***** and I'm not happy for you. I want you to leave them. But you seem so content. So much more hopeful than you ever were with me by your side. I hate hate hate watching you two. It hurts. There's a heaving in my chest. I'm just done. Go be happy.
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 10:36 PM UTC
I feel like two people in one,
Either complete control or none.
Passive agressive.
Wildchild, on top of the world,
Too numb to care or worry. But happy.
Unhappy?
Doing well, but
The restraint of patience burning at my insides.
Caring too much or too little?
Thinking too much.
I never know.
Right feels wrong,
But wrong feels wrong too.
Young but too old,
Still too old to feel so young.
A ticking bomb.
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 10:31 PM UTC
I'm only agressive because u made me this way . Every day u insist upon calling me gay .
But we are one so don't try to fight this Sensation. Were the same person so its not gay its ************ .
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 6:18 AM UTC
You said condolences and you mourned
Right from the mess you misunderstood
You entered a bliss zone bumped on a foe
Couldn't believe zebras blinded your eyes.
The cranberries you liked had vanished
The cherries I liked had torn apart
Whoever valuable than a velvet
Is as special as an amethyst.
You brought a ***** and you drank
Right now till the end you're in misery
You met a ballerina asked for the name
Couldn't speak cause that was mystique.
The mug you broke came from a song
The bug I killed came from a demon
Whoever shoot the florists' gun
Is as agressive as an ogre.
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 12:48 PM UTC
16
No love
No hope
No dream
Daddys car
Lethal speeds
Touch me
Where? Away
Alcohol is expensive
Parents agressive
Anywhere but here
Drive
Drive
I hate my friends
Hate you too
So stay quiet
And love me
Only thing killing us
Is death
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 3:03 PM UTC
Sometimes I am so sick of this town.
I am tired of the way the young people twist and pull time to make it seem that they are years older than what their life conveys, and use large words that they only know half the meaning of,
and oh, "darling" "lovely"
we'll maybe I want to be called *******
"Wild" "untouchable" "agressive"
"Manipulative" "weird"
"Fire filled crazy eyed brown haired ***** footed mess of a girl"
I don't want to be "lovely"
I want you to tell me I am insane, and say it to my face.
I am bored of everyone buying so many large books that they will never read, only look at with some false, faraway nostalgia when their friend comes over with their favorite vinyl.
I don't want to be "sunny"
I am not "happy"
Or "a nice girl"
I am a confusing like a labyrinth of contradiction,
And my emotions move inside me like a hurricane.
I have no time for big words anymore, or long poetic musings.
I want you to scream profanities at the top of your voice, filling your lungs with every bad word in the book.
I want you to etch bold letters in illegal places, I want your words to be direct, quick like fire. Tell me exactly how you feel.
I want you to be clear, straightforward, I have no ******* time to be called "lovely" and asked if I want a cup of tea.
I want *****
and I want it now.
I don't want to be asked if I am awake at two a.m.,
I want to be asked if I am alive.
If I'm being rude, I want somebody to hold my face still and talk to me while looking at my eyes and say
"You're being a real ******* ***** quit it."
Instead of some ***** with hurt rotting inside of them, digging an early grave due to the inner decay of unspoken words.
I'm tired of people feeling obliged to say Bukowsi was an *** but a good writer, "but oooh Nerudas good"
I'm sure Neruda could have been a **** too.
Stop pretending to like Shakespeare and really strong coffee and stop trying to force yourself to read really long confusing poetry.
Life isn't supposed to be a metaphor,
It's a ******* moment,
So seize it,
You don't have time to be complicated and fake.
Be raw and real. Be vulnerable and strong.
You are young,
You are at the prime of your life,
So yell off the ******* rooftops,
And scrape your knees a little bit,
And rebel a little bit,
And get a black eye sometimes,
And get angry a little,
And kiss people with soft lips sometimes,
And tell people exactly what you feel when you feel it,
And make mistakes,
And get drunk,
And do weird things sometimes,
You are ******* young,
Stop pretending.
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 1:17 AM UTC
There's three ways of fighting.
Agressive-Using attacks and offensive maneuvers.
Defensive-Blocking and deflecting attacks.
Controling-Using your enemy's attacks and defenses against themselves while not aggressively attacking them nor defending against their attacks.
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 2:39 AM UTC
It's easier to tell people what they want to hear
than to hurt and maim with the truth
not wanting to deliver the blow and the fear
providing evidence and the inevitable proof
Some people seek it for attention
confirmation they're shunned and abused
just always there, on vacation
as everyone around them, is used
Playing the game passive and angry
flashing eyes that lie, with a smile
all at the same time, pure lazy
a lack of panache and/or of style
It's a no win scenario
day in and all day out
watching them scheme
as always the innocent victim
un-pious and falsely
devout
Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 12:12 AM UTC
**or
how very ******* rude!**
your unintentionally agressive, shining glare
reflects on all the
silverware and china and crystal
and it's the
last
drop.
i say,
but enough about that
let's talk about
the fact that you're really ******* distracting*
(see, i can't even finish my tea!)
you are
neon and flashing, police car lights
a warning:
blinding,
seizure and discomfort inducing
and tacky
*but oh so ******* beautiful*
(in the wrong way
i suppose
laugh)
can't you see the commotion you cause?
always *******
parading
like it's something to be proud of
like you don't care
like you don't know
like you don't even ******* notice
your appeal is
offensive and
disgustingly disconcerting and
impolite
[ sometimes i wonder if you even own a ******* mirror
and if you did,
would you, [upon
gazing at yourself staring
like it's just the thing to ******* do,]
would you *****
(like i want to)
on the floor
on the food
on your new shoes ]
sigh look
can you just go
be you somewhere else,
please
?
you're making me sick
to my stomach and
i
can't
breathe
cough
i'm sorry,
it's just
the bile isn't helping my sore throat.
Jan 2, 2012
Jan 2, 2012 at 10:31 PM UTC
I may not be agressive or violent
But Im protective
So dont expect me to be kind to you
Don't except me to smile at you
Don't expect me to think high of you
If you've done wrong to one of my friends.
They may have seen passed your mistakes but I'm not so forgiving ✳
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 4:30 AM UTC
Detect emotional obsession.
I confess
I'm obsessed with
Conversational progression.
Agressive, kinda reckless.
Something restless.
Only restless from these
Restless nights...
Depression?
Congregated thoughts don't
Cause emotional recession.
And rejection
Is the only way my pride can be
Deflected.
Forgive me, I am feckless.
My mother gave me life, and yes
I see that she regrets it!
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 8:28 AM UTC
Your world is like a fairytale
It's filled in with beauty
Agressive ones that blaming you
But you're still hold your duty
Your life is very heavy
You're victim all the ways
But when the act is over
You're losing all your grace
They tells you you're a lier
Or clap their hands in sence
But you are not a person
When fairytale is ends
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 6:44 PM UTC
Four black matchstick legs
with white strike tips
large belly and a strong black haired back
Gunk in his eyes and
behind the top of his long ears
he leans into delight
strong torse against leg
behind swaying in the breeze
belly rubs and dominance
the possessively agressive- toilet paper connoisseur
arthritis in his back right leg
I the nightly electronic chair lift
squatter on grass green blanket
I was away when it got worse
no acclimation
full on hell storm
ten years ago...
second grade he pooped in the hallways
he's grown out of the escapist gene
looking back now with our loving eyes
my best friend and brother
Spyro: My Brother Dog.
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 10:12 PM UTC
I've got a licence to be poetic
and I'm not afraid to use it
Can I stop you for a moment
cos I think you need to hear this
I can work with a little discord
I can dance with juxtaposition
I'm even sometimes partial to
a suggestion by omission
I've got a licence to be poetic
and I'm not afraid to use it
I've got a mouthful of metaphor
and little time to chew it
I get giggly with similes
and silly with alliteration
I'm warning you now
I'm devoted to proper diction
I've got a licence to be poetic
and I'm not afraid to use it
So give me some extra space
cos I think I'm going to lose it
I'm in love with eloquence
and I fawn for fluency
I can't get near enough
of off-beat rhythmic lunacy
I've got a licence to be poetic
and I'm not afraid to use it
But I use it for the good
and avoid the call for nasty
I'm tired of hearing hate
bred from agressive bitterness
I'm looking to collaborate
with writers with forgiveness
I've got a licence to be poetic
and I'm not afraid to use it
So let's sit down to talk
cos I think you need to hear this
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 2:44 AM UTC
I could feel the tremendous pressure as he tried to convince me
My skin stung and burned under his harsh touch
It felt wrong
His voice was too agressive
Too demanding
I felt bad
As though I owed him this
But as soon as he slipped his hand up my back I knew it wasn't what he had made it out to be
I told him "No"
But he just ignored me
I tried to pull away but his grip got tighter
I had to shove him away as hard as I could for him to back off
I walked out
I began to walk home
It took me a while to realise that I was shaking
I could'nt help it
I fell to the side of the road
The first tear dropped faster than it should of
The next day it happened
Of course it happened
How could I have been so naive
He dumpt me
Said he was moving and couldnt do long distances even though I saw him several times in the same area later on.
Yeah right.
He only ever wanted me for *** and when I could'nt give him what he wanted he just left
The worst part was that I was so entrapped by his precense that it took me several months to get over him
And even now
I pretend that what we had was real.
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 5:08 AM UTC
My father was a bayonet.
My mother was gunpowder.
I was born
as a bullet fired from its chamber
aimed at the enemy's heart.
Cautious eyes never see
my burning hands before I
rip them apart
for I do not know what I am doing.
Agressive fists swing
toward my barbed wire skin,
but even the luckiest hands
lose their fingers.
I am not a time bomb
set to explode;
rather, I am shrapnel
from my bayonet father
and my gunpowder mother.
So, if you get too close
expect a fallout
and listen for my voice
in the reverberation:
I do not know what I am doing.
Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 10:15 PM UTC
Its hot in here, unusually hot. Hot, like someone who has a fever of over 100 degrees celcius. Warmer then a marsh mellow roasting over the torrid heat on a humid summer night. As sizzling as the steam coming off the children who cant seem to call to mind anything on the test.
The hushed voices of every student pleading for help.
The uncooperative teachers blind and deaf to the children's needs
the shatterd and crumbled kids
that would do anything to pass the class
the one soft-hearted smile of a sweet short tempered girl
that is loveliness on the outside but is demolished on the inside
That is what we call Highschool.
All are welcomed but few are accepted
swarming , rushing, pushing, shoving, climbing jumping,
anything you name it, but there will be few slumbering
The rules to pass are simple; or so they seem
you either make it or break it
but nothing in between
be kind, be strong, be agressive, but laid back
dont be smart, but dont be dumb, and always have fun
walk fast head down dont smile at anyone
wave your hand say hello and then you will be done.
You May Come In
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 8:08 AM UTC
You enticed me with a voice like sugar, slowly coating every corner of my mind. Seduced i was by the movements of your body like waves on the ocean. You bound me with hair like snakes of fire crawling their way through my soul. You Keep me happy with the joy that I feel whenever you laugh or are having fun. You stole my heart and were the gentlest Person in the history of the world with it. You Drew me in with your locks of red and bosoms aplenty. While we were in Agressive relations the entire world seemed to dissapear other than me and you for 10 minutes to 5 hours plus. You consumed me mind, body and soul and i tried to consume you mind, body and soul. Then when we were all done i felt like it was my fault but i realize it was you just spreading your wings to go consume another never killing only draining. Always remaining with a chunk of my heart and I with yours. We will forever be a part of each other and i will always love you. Besides the stars say it and so shall it be.
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC
I want but true affection
rather than that
produced by guilt
desperate to stay one
you succumb to old habits
and donate no reassurance
i doubt
in cycles
and I am at the top of the ferris wheel
i see the land
and not the man next to me
am I more than just a variety
of frozen food and prepared meals
and the occassional agressive "ive missed you"
exhaled between kisses
i am acustomed to your familiarity
and your soap scent
and harsh tongue
your lashes at my best men
but you are calming
but you are rough waves
i am tired of being brushed against the shore
i should be the ocean
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 4:47 PM UTC
I'm hoping you'll eventually
Understand my passive aggressive poetry
About how much I love you
And hate you all the same.
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 11:53 AM UTC
Sometimes I feel her eyes avoid mine,
As if she's trying to hide
the love in her eyes,
As if she knows if we made eye contact
I'd know n call her out on it.
She's bottled up n reserved
With such poise that no mans ever known,
They chase after her,
They come in hoards
And maybe that's why she avoids
Subjecting her self to being known.
She's got questions about me
And she's so unsure, she's just being protective of her self and more.
I'm never chasing after her though,
Cause I know the hoards that come after her,
Why subject myself to being like the rest. No! I won't,
Ill just say hello n hope you notice my tone,
It'll be a tone I rarely use with anybody else, and I just hope it'll be enough to let you know.
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 9:22 AM UTC
He broke me and
i choose to still feel broken
I broke him and
he will forever blame me
for the pain that he feels
despite how many times
i would have told him I am
sorry
I am scared of boys and what
they can do when I don't make
everything abundantly clear about myself
My no's are too silent and too weak
everything I do is taken as a go,
go for it,
when i'm really saying otherwise
But I like to feel loved, and wanted
and everything beneath the sun, dirt
trees, water, water especially
i'm not agressive, I'm not these things
they think I am but
sometimes i gain
too much velocity
I don't want to skin
my knees to stop
no, not again.
Oct 20, 2012
Oct 20, 2012 at 8:03 PM UTC
Is there a ghost inside my soul?
Or two or three all black as coal?
The devil's play things exist so well!
Example one: white zinfandel.
Intoxication confrontation!
Demon spell molestation.
Inside my cranium's example two.
Swollen membrane with evil hue.
Why spurt these words on this page
while I'm trapped inside the Devil's cage?
I'll look back and all I'll see
Is a broken sort of sympathy.
Exit my thoughts through a blank pupil
and my sight will flicker as I try to sit still.
**** the forefront of my mind.
Its just a mask for those who won't find
the truth behind the words I say.
Passive agressive flux of cabernet.
Dec 25, 2012
Dec 25, 2012 at 12:18 AM 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
i find it hard
to turn inwards
when all my life has
been outwards, forwards, new words
but i hardly know why.
gravity pulls my body silently,
effortlessly to earth, as i
begin to drift in the stratosphere
a bird's eye view, i see everything
except nothing, which i know im
looking for.
yet, i hardly know why
i hardly know why
i feel betrayed.
so alone in this vacuum.
will i cry into the blackness, or
must i just light it on fire.
send smoke signals, call the doctor,
she's lying here dead. her visions went unanswered
unjustified, unsaid.
i hardly know why
i landed on earth.
i'm calling out loud, but im getting
the reverse.
i hardly know why
my emotions seem scattered
so invasive, agressive, and frankly too many
i can't stop, can't see, overload
help me.
but i hardly know why
and i hardly know me.
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 11:20 PM UTC