"antagonists" poems
Probe me antagonists,
For I am no longer afraid-
Of your shunning or your lynching,
Or stoning, or blade.
You all stare with luscious eyes,
Jealous, cruel-fiends.
Malicious and vindictive,
Hating by all means.
Under the sheets-
Gasping beyond belief,
You kick me,
I can not breath.
No longer am I easy,
No longer tease to please.
Sick with rage and frustration,
Consumed like a disease.
I know when you lie to me,
The only question is why?
Who said you could judge?
Who made you GOD when they died?
Stare at me, look into my eyes!
Oh how I trusted you and you made me cry!
Let down, alone
I crumble by his side.
Running from reality, he holds me at night.
When silent sobs seep from inside.
I wanna scream, but instead I hide.
And sedate myself from your hellish wealth,
And your perfect life,
And your easy ride.
I'm alone and I'm fine.
I do not need you to pry.
Or to pity me as I die.
Twisted and dismayed;
I am ****** but definitely unafraid.
Foolish and used,
Ill live to see another day.
And the pain you caused will finally fade.
And the love we knew will be replaced.
I'm moving on and out of place.
I don't need you, or your approving face.
And all of its grace.
Your drama and chilling pace-
Graphic and slow, savor the chase.
God what a waste.
People just love to hate.
'Round and 'round,
Stuck in their rut of a mental state.
Dyeing, hell-bent on leaving a trace,
On hurting and watching me break.
Karma neither is predictable,
Nor is it fast.
One day you'll bear the burden
And the pain of an outcast.
Jun 22, 2010
Jun 22, 2010 at 2:35 PM UTC
Can we exchange dialogue
from master scripts too ten minute plays?
Inhaling every exhale from your line breaks
Prefixes soothing my ear drums
intellect holding suffixes.
Allowing your stories to take me too worlds
literature can’t reach.
Where archetypes are dynamic
antagonists don’t exist
and you’re the only character not flat.
Stasis starts situations
When you’re the intrusion
I follow all stage directions
put me inside your prepositions,
cover me in your verbs
let me hold your nouns
lay my head on your adverbs
and fall asleep to your adjectives.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 9:37 PM UTC
Life is a harmony to be achieved
Not by small trials, but by forthcoming
From all the antagonists retrieved
Our legs strengthened for running.
In unison, a remedy to the believers
A ringing of beauty piercing through
Captivated are the achievers
Who shed the blood of true
Friends and warriors alike strive together
Bone crushing blows to their hearts
Tattered and strained by the weather
They’re always around to pick up the parts
A rainbow of color to those who stay strong
Fearful thoughts often defer us from here
Whether we do what’s right, or do what’s wrong
Our minds remain clear, because we are here
And we sing our harmonious song
©Mitchell Frieler
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 11:53 PM UTC
Two antagonists
joined and evolving...
prevailing scarcity
far rarer abundance
a forked pattern
through millennial time
new century
visions holistic...
technology sightings
viewing through lenses
holographic
wholeness appearing in parts...
promises of science
now simply profound
clear water and plenty
hungry billions soon fed
innovations cropping from
the boisterous crowd...
standing robots astute
heavy labor performed...
global nervous system
growing and formed
by the web...
residue and waste becoming
power transformed...
optimism breaking long
history's confines
questions
large and looming give pause...
the antagonists mentioned
are they soon to transform?
abundance and scarcity
new parents
new consciousness birthing...
awareness with awe
in one simple moment?
ancient spiritual light
is it now flowing
holographic vessels to fill?
what might the
newborn be named?
should she simply
be called... enough?
this name also naming
a bright center glow...
daughter scarcity now
absorbed and lining
her abundant light...
new strength
new vision
a new fork
in our road?
Jun 2, 2012
Jun 2, 2012 at 11:27 PM UTC
I have a habit of packing a labyrinth in the back of my hippocampus,maintaining balance,like coasting through ocean,its outlandish.I'm on the tangent of ravenous madness complete with calculus captiousness capturing the effect of parabolic randomness.Long story short,I'm just dramatically imagining,I think my genius is overactive again.Calamitous analysis compatible with harzardous pathogens passing through passages to the abucus of antagonists,but its backwards,shhh.
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 1:39 PM UTC
Chum floats the pool
encircled by sharks and piranha
a pity, nature's fool
as fearful teeth do their work.
Could they be as bad as I?
Apex predator, Invasive species
where it means to die
as a means to live.
Growth from a spineless cherub
to a spiteful formless entity
possessing a cunning golden scarab
controlling wheels of fortune.
Slaves to our own demands
aren't we antagonists to someone else?
With machinations of wicked plans
to justify righteous intentions.
Hypocrites line the tank
tapping their fingers in rumination
Abandoning morals, faces left blank.
I am not your foil, I am a mirror.
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 2:04 AM UTC
So dusty,
what's the harm
Another shell of skin to cling to our jeans and old sweaters
Swallow it down with our table top soft butter
and the cowboy leather in our insides
will make us infinitely tougher
Barfing nails longer than the ends of gypsy hands
to scratch the antagonists
in our crystal ball's plans
Sorry, but bloodiness is what
my trombonist destiny demands
I'll slide you a swan song
to contemplate dark magick's sand
that spirals down the throat of the hourglass man
In 100 years time,
our empty glass bodies
will tip from the wind of a fan
held by a butterfly drifting through a faraway land
Hell, so why do we care
when anything at all goes wrong?
Yes, Devil most evil
I address you and everyone else
who resides in your throng
He just lit an unfiltered cigarette
said "just enjoy the song
and ******* lighten up a bit
Think your dead and burning
use your imagination
Whatever's in your head
you're it."
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 11:08 PM UTC
䷇䷄䷂䷀䷊䷌䷼䷶䷩
Jupiter and the moon take most blows for us
a very nice arrangement for blithering piles of pus
intelligent design or some grand coincidence
the phenomena that is life is no mere incident
64 hexagrams comprise the I Ching
64 nucleotides in a DNA string
anthropic anthropomorphic antagonists
dripping and drooling with dread
that (what if) God caused the thoughts that reside in our heads
the phenomena that is life is beyond your stead
Big bang
hot thing
can't explain
why the rain
brings gain
to the blamed and the sane
God isn't real, that's their deal
religion's exist because you feel
pithy platforms of persistent intrusions
pulpits of platitudes feeding delusions
the phenomena that is life is no mere illusion
Church day, fey day
leave your questions at the door
harken hear the story
of God in all its glory
the grand and the gory
the mysterious phenomena that is life
䷇䷄䷂䷀䷊䷌䷼䷶䷩
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 4:51 PM UTC
I dont want simple;
Feed me yourself in silver spoonfuls.
I want simple,
Lie to me,
and tell me
I am not an Animal.
I am an analyst-dissecting details.
4Am fresh snowfall
I will remain capable!
Make first new footprints,
in a circle...
Till I reach the middle.
I will remain incapable of
Tying my shoes.
I am a participant in social warfare.
Looking forward:
Possible encounters &
Spring Rain.
Fantasizing both in measure.
All I am to you is what you see, and
What you hear,
smell,
touch,
taste.
All you are to me so far
Is what I see, and what I hear;
So i am looking very hard,
And I am listening very closely.
I want logic,
Tasting honey when I ******
I want harsh confusion,
Complete absence of logic in it's essence.
Kissing a part of you that potties.
Now,
I can remain content in chasing my tail; I sleep balled up on top of the ocean, my clothes and fur strewn;
Chewing paws in strange positions.
I want contradiction, an
Assurance of the Devil & a
Total disregard for ghosts.
Constructive chaos:
Dress like ghosts on Acid and
Wear rollerblades.
I want my resumé to read:
>works well with others,
>great fighter, &
>An outstanding Lay.
I want to leave behind dreams,
I want to rent a room in your
dream bed&breakfast;,
Sometimes sharing yours, but always paying rent on time for mine.
Sometimes
swinging an axe against a rough stump,
Craving lemonade and
Spring Rain.
Part of me wants to grow old and
Mad, and sit by rivers; I could smoke ****** from a wizard pipe for my
Sore joints.
( I am alright with the possible outcome of Alone. )
[ I would rip my hair out,
Glue it to my body, & become
A boy in wolf's clothing. ]
I want creative destruction,
Mayhem,
borderline Mind ****
Learning to pick the banjo half-decently.
That Deliverance tune.
And walk around ski towns
Scaring the **** out of some tourists
And other antagonists.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 2:53 PM UTC
I am as I am,
my thoughts are nebulous and coherent,
I am the reluctant believer,
I am the optimistic skeptic,
I prepare for the worst,
and pray for the best,
I am a product of my environment,
but I also hope that I am more.
I scoff at those who say that they know,
be it the singularity that is deity,
or the absence of divinity,
his finite and plural nature,
or the limitations of the father,
as such I am a heretic,
and so I blaspheme,
relishing the jealousy of knowledge.
As I stare into the eyes of the unknown,
a canvas casting light on the firmament,
I realize that the futility of thought is artifice,
the cords wrapped tight around my sleeves,
exist only in what I live,
and what I choose to accept.
I accept.
And with this thought in mind,
I reject the null,
for I cannot accept the reality that I am given,
for a world without end has no meaning if not for progress,
if gain is finite and the continuity infinite,
there is no point,
the blade of Christianity is dull,
and so too the endless strains of antagonists,
horribly over-educated and overwrought.
I reject.
What separates God from man?
Maybe it is the ability to arrange matter,
it might simply be an issue of innate power,
but it might also be the sustainability of material,
the ability to see,
for we may as well be blind,
or perhaps it is simply a matter of punctuation.
I accept, but so too do I reject,
and gladly will I play the fool,
if it will place the odds in my favor.
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 1:04 AM UTC
I have been wondering
Every story are just the same
There's the protagonist
And there's the antagonist
It's all just the same
I have been wondering
Every story are just the same
Protagonists always win
Antagonists are always the losers
It's all just the same
I have been wondering
Why everything goes for the protagonist?
And this little antagonist have nothing
Every story are just the same
They're all just the same
I have been wondering
Aren't all stories unfair?
It leaves a mark on our minds
There's no chance for everyone
There's no hope for everyone
Feb 1, 2012
Feb 1, 2012 at 8:32 PM UTC
Leave your concious mind
into vivid dreams
fall into the sheets
to watch stars capsize
beneath a distant horizon.
Cling to their brilliance
swing from their beams above the fields
call farewell to the
antagonists
who shoved you too far
Whisper into the vacant spaces
words of reassurance
tell yourself
'it's okay to follow the light'
an escape
beyond the reaches of your lifetime
into the heavy darkness.
let the stars lead you
so readily
beyond.
So forlorn
is the echo
of your final goodbye.
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 3:48 PM UTC
No matter what you
did right,
you might still be
in ruins.
You can always drown
in tears at night,
dog days will be over,
be enlightened.
Some people will look
for your mistakes,
and will try to cage you
in darkness.
Some might take you
for granted,
and will hurt you so bad,
be careful love.
Nothing is really perfect,
only imperfectness;
clear your eyes, smile,
pray for forgiveness.
Never give up to those things
you always wanted to do,
there will always be antagonists
in your life.
Good morning love,
wake up and rejoice;
share the rainbow
in your heart.
Never mind the mirrors
in the world,
they are just jealous
of who you are.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 5:36 PM UTC
Fluffy white pillows, and blankets, and fur.
All the little snowflake could remember seeing,
For time immemorial.
Snow capped peaks in the distance,
Frost bitten air tickling its nose.
High hopes, much promise.
The snowflake was instilled with a warm,
Fuzzy feeling that was unique,
And untouchable.
The snowflake felt infinite.
It's brothers and sisters,
Falling around,
Like a mother coddling her kittens.
White was pure,
White was beautiful,
White was love.
But good things don't last forever.
Grey ash drifted down,
Antagonists in a dreary play.
Sweltering sun came out to say,
You can't have it all.
Grey is weary,
Grey is sad,
Grey is tired.
As the snowflake started to drip,
And melt like cursed Popsicles,
It though of the time,
When it felt so pretty and unique,
But alas~ it now understood,
That none of us are unique.
We are all melting snowflakes,
And broken hearts,
And dying lungs.
All the same; typecasts.
We all melt away.
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 11:00 PM UTC
An inquisitive mind—flourished from oppression into a cave as rich as Reed mine
Where tourists can flood my thoughts
Pick at my gold and sell it for their lives
Stabilizing their own
While weakening my historic rise
Greed increases, and relationships are seceded
Because everyone wants to obtain sacred pieces
Wandering through pixels of distorted visions
Gatherers become hunters
Painting with blood, their own ambitions
Setting standards for the continuing generations
In turn, a figurative genocide
For the sake of remaining proclamations
Paralyzing, terrorizing, and destroying indifferent others
If time manipulates unfortunate events, perhaps the solution
Is just the opposite
Creatures of habit soon face an evolution
Once protagonists reach a state of lucid retribution
It defines them as antagonists playing a role of uncanny acts
The renowned vigilantes use time as their sword
To reenact their own demise and call unto their lord
Scattered within the affluent cave
The people and their children
And their children's children
Are enslaved, digging their own graves while being influenced by vacuous hopes and darkened shapes
The repetitive motions devolved into psychopathic notions
They attempted to escape but were punished for breaking the rotation
Whipped, humiliated, and shamed
The cave insulated the pain
By offering priceless artifacts
Within my knowledgeable den
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 9:39 PM UTC
When an Aries meets a scorpio
There are two ways that it can go
They can each take a separate road
Or they can stay there and explode
For one; the deepest darkest water
The other; raging flame
Two powerful antagonists
The greatest in the game
The fire lunges toward the title
The tidal takes a turn
They cannot help but share a smile
As they crash and burn
They recognize the reigning strength
That both are quick to learn
They know just where to place the pain
For victory to be earned
The water aims to suffocate
The fire that evaporates
His effort to manipulate
Her vicious lack to hesitate
Contradictory opposites
Bewildered by desire
Melt into each other's arms
As both begin to tire
The steam is screaming let me in
A stalemate stops the fight
They realize only both can win
This battle here tonight.
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 2:13 AM UTC
Plastered everywhere you look.
Covergirl, Cosmo, Seventeen,
Every commercial you will ever see.
Photo shopped models enticing you to starve yourself.
Anorexia and Bulimia are well known cures for being “too fat”
So that you may one day look as beautiful as a person who only exists through computer enhanced images
As real as the antagonists in your favorite novel
Confused with the protagonist.
Though they bring no empowering messages to the table.
Take your self-worth
Divide by every extra pound you have that is above your BMI,
Add your cup size
But subtract your IQ
And then multiply it by how much you can bench
Put it to the power of how many boyfriends or girlfriends you’ve had
But to the negative if your dress size is above a six.
Because if your bigger than a six, no one could ever love you.
Once you have found your total
Only then will you know your “true value.”
Surprised.
Me either.
From the day we are born
We are force fed the mutated idea of a perfect person
Because only beauty queens get on TV.
And singers have to be pretty, right?
Dreams are dictated by looks.
Supermodels, Bodybuilders,
Lusting the lives of those who are artificially flawless
Comparing ourselves to everyone we see.
Think about it.
9 out of every 10 teenage girls are unhappy with their body.
We spend countless hours finding exactly what we are not.
We are not thin enough.
Not tall enough
No pretty enough.
We forget to remember what we are.
Strong, Capable men and women
Who are ready to make a difference!
So my friends
Put down the magazines
Turn off the television shows
And take a stand.
Shed the newest clothes
Be a trend setter.
And maybe, just maybe we can stop the next generation
From feeling worthless.
Be proud of who you are
Thin, Thick, short, tall, big breasted, flat chested,
Whatever race you are
Look in the mirror every morning before you go out
Find every flaw you can see on your beautiful face
And tell yourself.
I am the most perfect person around because
I am real.
And beauty comes from within
And in all actuality
We are all imperfectly perfect.
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 10:28 AM UTC
Her story is a simple one
Two married parents, and an only child
Not poor, not rich
She had a name, but according to her peers it’s not important
They thought her names were Fatso, Ugly, Cow, Disgrace
She let it happen because she knew something
Something they did not even know about themselves
They were not as tough as they acted, they were scared
“Scared of what?” she did not know, it could be anything
What was she scared of? Nothing
Of them? The ones who tease her? Never
She could never be afraid of people she pitied
You may judge her for allowing this to happen to herself when she is supposedly so fearless
But if you judge her, what makes you different from the antagonists of her life?
I suppose her story isn’t simple
But it isn’t considered complex either
Because it happens everyday to people like her
They share Her Story
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 2:21 PM UTC
we often think that
our enemies are those who hate us
loath us
deceive us
cause us pain
but the real antagonists of our lives
are really just ourselves
even as for those
who foolishly say they love themselves
they just can't accept
the hatred deep within
we have unrevealed battles
with ourselves
other people aren't of much importance
embracing ourselves matters more
we're so enthralled with
the affairs of others
that we start defining ourselves
the way we perceive them
we try to free ourselves
from the ideas that we need to be
like them
and yet
our minds become our own prisons
we're our own enemies
we're our own foes
we're our own rivals
and we're also our only hope
the key to our minds are our hearts
and maybe one day
we wouldn't see ourselves
on the opposing side
Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 11:04 AM UTC
Retreats are deeper than elusive sleep.
Dying slowly, alone, in front of screens, any screen will do.
Anxious weights in the presence of people I'll never know
To be careless, like them, must be an answer.
Closer than before but still completely out of focus.
Intense wonder has served no purpose.
Bowing out, surrendering beneath thick curtains,
Never knowing true antagonists or faceless oppressors.
Sparing doubt and masks, it will be as a dream,
Without connections, arbitrary relationship is king.
Jun 15, 2013
Jun 15, 2013 at 8:07 PM UTC
We laugh at evil characters in literature
And wonder why antagonists matter...
But do we ever laugh at our evil characters?
Do we wonder why the antagonists in our lives matter?
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 12:20 PM UTC
summer strike
dusty hell-like
burning trees
and burdened tears
I got melted
helplessly bended
til hurts no more
'twas a dark humor
they're conquering cities,
own inner antagonists
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 11:54 AM UTC