"angery" poems
I'm in two minds,
One of love and one of hate,
She makes me so mad so angery yet I love her all the more,
She has her rules and god it's a teasing game,
The way she holds me,
The way she leads me astray,
Yet she's isn't the one I'm with,
But she melts my walls with one touch and one word.
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 6:23 PM UTC
you scream at anger at me i return it.
what you do to me i will do to you.
your ****** off at me, i am at you.
this is sibling love and i hate it...
i can say what i want to say no matter who is here. i have my own voice and i am not afraid to show it.
you do not own me i am a free woman.
so get F**CKED siblings i am not being in the shadows.
i will scream i will shout until you know i am not a toy to be broken or a force to be reckoned with.
i will stand and i will stride.
for i no longer need to takes orders from an ashle like you who treats people like SH*T!
my voice will be the last thing you hear when i am done standing up for me.
your angery. i am angry.
this is sibling love and you know what.... F*CK IT!!!!!!
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 2:05 AM UTC
The glass is not half empty nor is it half full.
It is not to dark or to light.
I am not happy nor am I sad.
I am not vengeful or even merciful.
I am not angery nor content.
I am not loved or forgoten
I am stuck in the middle,
the one thing i am is annoyed.
Jul 11, 2012
Jul 11, 2012 at 12:58 AM UTC
The sound of my destruction
Tick
Tick
Tick
I know it rest within me
I hear it day and night
Just ticking away
Like the hours on the clock
Tick
Tick
Tick
It has became annoying
Never ending
I wonder when it will go off
So the pain will disappear
Tick
Tick
Tick
I wish I had the button
To press it myself
But I noticed everytime I grow angery
Another minute falls off
Tick
Tick
Tick
Such an aggravating sound indeed
But as I try to write
And hope the words I use
Capture a glimpse of what goes on in my mind
Tick
Tick
BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!
The world goes white
Then red
As my blood and flesh
Paint every corner
No more pain
Just more bodies
The bodies of those who have always judged me
This is what you created
And with its detonation
Your death came to be
Ticking was my rage
Ticking was my tolerance
Tick
Tick
Ticking no more
Dec 16, 2012
Dec 16, 2012 at 8:54 AM UTC
Everything is empty.
The room in my mansion of a mind where I used to keep you, and everything you were to me is empty. It's a cold dark void that echoes the memories whenever I open the door. The smell; no, stench; no, fragrance of you is burned into the floor. Maybe if I lay on my stomach and scratch at the wood I can smell it once more.
The walls are a light brown, the color of your eyes. When I open the curtains and the light shines in, the walls magically turn green, and blue, and yellow and all sorts of browns. But wait, no there is no more curtains blocking out the sun. I shouldn't think of these things. I'm conjuring up the dusty curtains that are rotting in the basement. They are replaced by the wood panels that I nailed into wall, so angery that my fist bled. Because I was not using a hammer, no you took that when you left. I had to compromise and use the hands that you held onto, oh, god no, more happy horrible memories.
I remember you were not holding onto my hands you were letting me tangle mine in yours so that i couldnt get out. All you had to do was slip your hand away to leave. But in order for you to do that, you would have to bend and break my fingers, loosening the vise they made. And thats exactly what you did that night when you were not thinking of me.
When you were thinking of her. When you were building a room in her mansion that was much brighter, bigger, and shinier than mine. Those nights when we laid in your room, you were slowly packing your things and I didn't notice until the furniture disappeared. I begged you to stay. I begged you to not think of her the way you thought of me. You told me you never in a million years would. You told me you loved me. But you said that to her as well.
I suppose the room is not empty at all. Physically, it shows me nothing but the remains of our relationship, cold and bordered up; gone. But the memories echo and bounce around the walls and seep from the floors. The room is empty but the memories fill it up.
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 12:12 PM UTC
You
You made me feel what it is like,
to be hurt,
to be hurt so bad,
I thought that I was going to die,
You made me feel like I had been stabbed,
I felt like I had been stabbed in the stomach
Where you knew that there would be no hope,
no hope for recovery,
or for life.
And you enjoyed it
Enjoyed my pain,
and my suffering
You made me feel what it was like to long,
to long for peace,
to long to see any one but you,
yet long to see you everyday at the same time.
You made me feel what it was like to need,
to need to get away from you,
but also need to be with you.
You were like the sun,
warm and pleasent,
yet cold and out of reach,
I needed you to go on,
but you shined in my eyes blinding me,
blinding me to you motive,
to break my heart,
I was your icicle,
you melted me little my little in the beggining,
but then made me freeze up.
You were the bull,
and I was your matador
I evaded you for a while,
and then tired,
letting my guard down
and you hit me,
you hit me so har
I flew backwards
hitting the fans in the grand stands.
I was dazed for a while,
and then got angery,
I took revenge on you,
but you won again,
I was hurt,
and always will be.
Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 5:39 PM UTC
Why do I feel so empty
I have what most dream of but I feel hollow
I'm trying to see in to myself it's like looking through a hole for a key
I think it's locked me out sorrow
Because if I don't know what's making me sad
It will only bring more sorrow
It's self presavation and I can't get mad
It's my self that put me in this position
I get so angery to know I hold the key
Me and my inner me are in a Juxtaposition
But the bottom line is its all on me
Cause I'm a result of every thing I've thought
And all I'm thinking is I'm alone
But its something that life had taught ,me
That I am alone
I have been forced to distrust on sight
I must see your true colors in that light
I would like to know that it's alright
I think "can I trust ?""you just might"
To put what little faith I have in to someone
And that faith is abuse from day one
Or two Or three
I think "there playing you can't you see "
"shut up you always do this,
no matter who I'm with "
"I do it for your welfare,
I must make you know no one cares"
"But this one might let's give them a chance"
***** what you saying" I didn't even take a stand it fueled my like a lance
I thought he was right no one pays thought to my story
And the ones who do leave in a hurry
I'm so lonely
Oct 13, 2013
Oct 13, 2013 at 6:35 PM UTC
dream with spit and fire
dream angery and rabid
dream with a heart on
dream with a hard on
dream when you're dripping and wet dream when you're eager with lust
dream when you're desperate in love dream when you're hopeless and broken dream when you're lonely and lost
dream when you're bent over
and taking it all
dream when you're right on the edge
and ready to jump
dream when you're living
to contradict death
dream when you're dying
to live through one more breath
dream while you're petting a cat
dream while you're chasing a rabbit
dream while you're spinning a web
dream while you're losing your mind
dream while you're heart is flying away
dream while you're falling apart
dream under your blankets and sheets
dream under a dream full of stars
dream under a skirt
dream in the grasp of a fist
dream while your
breathing fire with dragons
dream while you're
reading faires their tales
dream wearing a hat and a coat
dream with your clock set three clouds
past the north star
and dream madder and madder
and madder
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 3:48 AM UTC
What happened to me was a tragedy, and i never want to go through it again. The person who hurt me so badly, was my mother. I needed help with something and my mom got tired of me asking her for help. So my mom got very angery and started coming at me and i ran but she caught me and then she started punching and kicking me. I screamed for help, but nobody heard me and nobody came to help. To this day ive lived in fear of her and i live in fear that one day she might do it again. If my mom moves towards me i move back, if she moves her arms toward me i flinch. There is basicly one thing im terrifyied of, and that is my mom.
Jan 13, 2011
Jan 13, 2011 at 9:44 AM UTC
The golden boy
Who is the star
Who is good at everything
Who the coach relay on
If you get hurt the coach gets angery
Every girl wants you
But not this one
Why? you may ask
It is because you are the star
And i'm not
You have a huge group of friends
And I don't
Why should that matter?
Because your the golden boy
Everyone looks up to you
If you fail a test
Coach gets mad
If you get in a fight
Coach gets angery
He counts on you
Just like everyone else here
But I don't because there is more in you then just being the "golden boy"
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 12:01 PM UTC
I am Friendly but alone
I wonder what others think
I her the chorus of a song I never Heard
I see beautiful people even if they are ugly
I want to know the meaning of life
I am friendly but alone
I pretend that i am the prettiest
I feel the people i love angery at me.
I touch the begging of a story that never ends
I worry that i am alone in this terrible but wonderful world.
I cry for a million people
I am friendly but alone
I understand that we all have troubles
I say nothing is fair
I dream everthing is perfect, everyong is perfect
I try to allways be happy in a world of sadness
I hope we willl all be okay
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 5:16 PM UTC
You and your touch
I used to think that it was
all I needed to get me by
Now your long fingers touch me in this way that laughs at my pain says you can never be angery with me I know you so well you make me quiver and I need it more and more this power this drug you are you know I want freedom from this and I continue to live for you're touch and this rush of exotic that you make me want more and I still think you are all I need to get by
Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 6:57 AM UTC
i have a hidden tallent of my life a singer or the voice that can touch your hearts.
my mind thinks up a storm that comes to a plan on a friday afternoon.
my voice can only be heard if your heart has the courrage to follow what you want the most.
my voice is what my stories come to life.
cause my true love came and gave me hope to write this line.
my mind thinks first for what salllom words i could think to say to you to touch your heart deep.
i know i will proable be alone with my thoughts.
but ever word ever said threw my voice i hope it made you go mad with crazy love.
night and day come and go but i will never let my smooth gental words leave me.
that all i got when i feel abandoned.
my hidden voice can make your anger go leaving your life with peace.
my hidden talent with my voice can make words stories poems love notes and creat or life memories.
my hidden voice can only be heard for the traped broken lies.
my hidden voice can lift you off your feet when thinks start getting bad.
my hidden voice can heal your soul if your willing to listen to me while i start to write my entire life stories.
you will never be alon if your voice meets me down the slop.
my hidden voice can do many things but will never be harsh or angery just a loving kind blank page you should start writing to fin me and you with our true love stories
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 5:35 PM UTC
Day will only leave knife marks. Can I breath can I survive? Am I alive or am I dead inside to angery to ****** to ******* made at what lifes **** will change. I have a danger inside. Me that will turn the full moon into a ****** war that only leaves scares you will never escape from the grips.
Deep down I have the scream building in me T night dressing my wounds I endure every sun rise.
My voice is soft with kind but my reflection I see in every mior all I see is a mess who. Can't and never want to see his own self.
I am vary quiet but that's just my life until I snape turning every thing In my world upside down with nothing left to survive
I can't. Take risk of seeing
My eyes when they turn glowing red with the crimson red I shed in my battles of he'll
I know I amm insane but breathing in every ones white and pure black lies is like smoking a vary addictive drug you can't escape that suffocate you.
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 8:38 AM UTC
I chose this
Made this mask I wear
Blank faced china is all that will apear
No emotions, happy, angery, nothing shows
Not because it was forced on me
But so I learn and see without you noticing
No features so you must know me
My actions not superfical traits
Are what must be judged now
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 10:28 PM UTC
Children and parents
all caught in sorrow
Angery siblings
forgetting tomorrow
But thru mom's faith
and loving design
All together
as we now find
The true colors of fate
darkening this day
And the lack of love
fake as we pray
But love won out
as we cried in hand
My father and i
together we stand
A sister and me
a warm, kind touch
she shared it with me
changing so much
dropping a wall
remembering our mom
crying all day
and reading from psalm
so it could be right
that mom is now
giving us a chance
to heal somehow
The powers that be
maybe foriegn to me
maybe mom had it rite
with this honesty
thank you mom
for lighting my way
and bringing me here
on your final day
i love you always
inspite of the pain
the hurt we had
was all in vien
What you were
a kind loving wife
A mother to give
for the rest of your life
For these two
the rewards were great
A beautiful life
gifting me this trait
My mother and father
reaching lifes end
entering heaven
to do it all again
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 8:14 PM UTC
i have a room so what we have doors to shut in peoples faces when were angery.
what about shutting the door so you wont get ******* at by mom and day cause your stereo is to loud. isnt that the point tho. i play my stereo so loud to drown people out so i dont have to hear screaming fighting witch wastes my time. why wast your breath when you can slam the door on that persons nose and break it.
we have doors for a resone cause it shuts away the anoying *** holes who you don't want to listen to
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 9:21 AM UTC
my days are long. but i dont trust trust the words of the con man.
my eyes glow red when i have been lied to by a friend. i told him he digging his grave. the further you play your tricks the deeper you will go.
every lie you said made your own wish to be roting internal hell.
every lie is your life sentence for how long you want to be draged down to hell. you wont even know what to say cause im an the devil. the deeper you dig is the harder the punishment you put on your self.
no one trust you any more no one knows why you try to talk when people have found your ***** book of lies you wrote down every day to save or get out of what means to your own world.
every lie you said has people becomeing angery for you the biggest mistaky you have became your not real your just the lies you put on your self.
every one els is living we but you have dug your self deeper deeper in to hell. with nothing to even save your self.
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC
“WACHOW” I go, to dummy
Ready for a fight
“KACHOW” I slap the ‘squito
Now no more bug bite
“WACHOW” an angry Bobbo
When enemy’s in sight
“KACHOW” goes angry Bobbo
A happy boi tonight :)
Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 11:59 AM UTC
As my dear friend cried, angry with tears of frustration,
she said with quiver in her throat,
"How do you never get angery, your always so calm?"
"I want to be calm like you"
well,
my dear, my sweet rose,
it is more simple than it looks.
you must let your heart drive and your brain ride passenger,
you must except that life will hurt you deeply,
but only with good intention.
Keep your love,
your beautiful brilliance,
and cling to the ones who beat you with harsh words,
use your furry and fill them with your love
untill they realize,
the harm they blindly cause, and how they need you,
more than they know.
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 11:00 PM UTC
Abused, beaten, torn
Like a ragdoll tossed around
Blood flows freely from the wounds
She cries silently
Beaten by the one she loved
Hated in an angery rage
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 12:14 PM UTC
I walk the road I chose to follow.
Playing ***** screamed your shot is wacked? How to escape the truth you don't want to show your real self.
Like a shadow your self image lies like spray painting a broken angery mind that won't admit weight from wrong.
Insanity or guilty of all your mistakes you ran instead of writing the new storie you justchews to cras an burn.
No creative ways to redeam your self.
The house if truth will make the light as bright if you speak the truth or just keep lying.
Being fake may just smash all your teeth out being fake fit you is ditch
Now it's your grave.
Being true speaking your mind making the road turn to pathes to all crazy opportunist .
Be true your own willl write society's next move.
A posey is just a flower but
A rose is the truth about your life.
A rose is a reward for guiding the broken weak lost to the next game.
Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 8:14 PM UTC
Her beauty is in her eyes.
Shake away the flight.
Difussion of angery chirps in a cage.
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 3:49 AM UTC