"antagonize" poems
Technology.
Technology is one of those things that is good and bad.
It can save lives and ruin them.
They can make people feel happy, and sad.
It can delete and it can send.
Technology can destroy and create,
it can rebuild and make things complete.
It can make things crumble, devastate.
It can knock things down, delete.
Technology is a weapon that nobody can control.,
from cyber space and a nuclear weapon,
It makes some people poor and drowns some in gold.
You can ruin a life with a push of a button.
You can ridicule somebody using a picture, text, post
you can get so caught up in the moment
that you forget what matters the most.
That the people you antagonize are actually people, not just a receiver of a nasty comment.
No matter what you think, words hurt,
hiding behind a computer screen doesn't change that.
Mental scars you can insert,
if you know what to say, and how to act, .
Technology is a force not to be messed with,
it can turn a battle into a war,
and not just a myth.
And then you'll only hurt others even more.
Be responsible while using technology,
and maybe we can prevent the scars,
and the victims that feel the need to flee.
You can chose to let your malice go, let it drive away like a car,
and instead prevent further hurt, and hopefully make the others see.
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 1:40 PM UTC
I looked at society in the eye
and asked her
why she's so flawed.
she glared at me before saying that
I cannot antagonize her
when all she did was
give identity to a lost world
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 1:53 PM UTC
come sit on my words
dear reader
like outdoor furniture
for thin hips
while spooky poets peer up under gaudy umbrellas
nervous about making a good impression
all of your hosts
snuffed candles burning-out
for metaphors and alliterations
begging
one poem at a time
for a light
that we will never see
go ahead
antagonize me
you, who live in an idealized passed
fear the future
and ignore the present
while i hide like a little girl
behind the bare legs of poetry
that will show you!
my head a hanging web
that feels words like cosmic storms
tumbling stone heads
onto boulders of terracotta shards
my ink smells like stinky saliva
a dragging wet tongue of ambiguity
a kabuki fight to the death
unwinding paper machete viscera
and plucking out make-believe hearts
while gobbling fortune cookies containing
jokes, platitudes, and fortunes
that never come true
in a dreamland of masturbation's
i'm trying to break something in you!
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 4:45 PM UTC
Her dark chocolate skin is an aphrodisiac
Yet I cannot taste
Awakening the beast within
Dormant for so long
He longs to play
Her chest expands with every breath
Beautiful skin tone and gorgeous smile
Hair the way I like in pigtails
Reaching down to her buttocks
And her eyes?
Big brown eyes
They pierce through me like a sword
Never letting up their gaze
Seeing through to the beast within
Roaring with intensity
I long to feel,
My hands travel freely to antagonize
I long to taste,
The forbidden fruit
I long to see,
Her body move beneath my touch
I long to smell,
Her chocolate skin moistened by the heat of immense passion
I long to hear,
Her moans and cries as she comes undone at my hand
The beast wants to torture my beauty
Whips and chains await you my dear
Let's explore your pleasure together
JM 4/26/17
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 8:25 AM UTC
With the sunrise: emerges a world of cruelty,
Though natural like a running stream, and a flower’s beauty,
We see it when fires rage on and volcanoes erupt;
Even more when animals are maimed and poisons corrupt.
Yet none I would venture,
Can compare with human horror,
Who spilt rouge over lust, greed, prose and power,
They would gladly raze cities, massacre families and abhor,
In cold blood or warm, killing more makes man dour,
And Whether to catalyze or antagonize we’ve made time; seconds and hours,
But are we a product of the world’s cruelty or is the world a product of ours?
Perhaps it is our own; after all it is our curse,
To evolve is to make great, even evil,
So making greater our hearse.
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 11:31 PM UTC
If you give a wishing stone,
she'll travel out all on her own.
She'll leave behind the fear and pain,
and keep herself from going insane.
While her friends are getting diagnosed,
she'll be somewhere in her boat.
Maybe she'll have tea for two,
but at least she'll know what to do.
And they may ask, and plead, and beg to be in her world,
but she'll certainly say,
"Be gone, be gone, or off with your head."
Which should be said, since they cursed her be dead.
If you give a girl a wishing stone,
she'll truly feel all alone,
and for those who never cared "be gone!"
The queen has finally sang her song.
She was never a fool, just a withered small bud,
and those pigs would throw her around in the mud.
So sure she dreams and dazes off,
but she can do whatever she wants.
She earned a bit of recognition,
for all antagonize and inhibition.
Give that girl some cheer,
she fought a war for all those years.
Stop the hate for her being crushed,
unlike some, she had no love!
The glass shattered hard,
it's no surprised it became shards.
Giving time and yells,
doesn't heal, it kills.
If you give a girl a wishing stone,
you've given her one happiness finally of her own.
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 3:43 AM UTC
at your own peril!
*dare to vex
provoke, antagonize, exasperate
that is what my words will do
they won't irritate or annoy,
bug or merely peeve,
a simple bother
insufficient
vex
your core,
demand
that you more
than mere question yourself
but riptide extracts the
elemental,
battery acid on the essence bared
learn the power of crafting words
for maximum effect
torment, infuriate,
expose yourself,
what has lain beneath the skin,
you will let me in,
to let you out
why play with poetry,
the most dangerous weapon
unless you nakedly intend to*
!dare to vex!
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 8:00 PM UTC
Sticks and stones
Is what they say
looking down as they throw
A cliche for strength in her face
Words they can't even begin to understand
No matter how hard they try
A pointless attempt
Until they've felt the sting of words lash like a belt when they hit
Degrading
Battering
Their every defense
Weakening
Causing doubt to the extent
Where they look in the mirror and the voices
They reflect
Others opinions becoming the definition of what their worth is
Sticks and stones
Is what they say
Oblivious to the fact she stares at a razor blade
While inside her mind all the names
grow louder
Screaming
Contemplating death of a being
with no realized purpose
Heartlessly their hate holds her captive
Sentencing her to a fate of silence
For whenever she opens her mouth to speak
Automatically she considers the negative feedback she'll receive
And quickly stops herself before the words fall out
At least someone has self control
The sea of insecurities she has to dive into everyday
Is nothing
To those who avoid her like the plague
Quick with the stones they cast
Ignorantly assuming
That the flaws they antagonize her for are of her choosing
So she's been branded
Hot and searing
What it feels like to be judged
As they create opinions regarding her existence
But a lack of acceptance is to blame
She prays for anything
Any way to escape
The constant ache, the ever present pain
Desiring to be invisible just for a day
In the end it's just a wish
Misunderstood
she goes off like a bomb in her school
One last cut, her last breath,
She blew up like a fuse
At all of those who ever judged her
Tormented her everyday
But when the report was filed and neatly put away
It was her who was held at fault
Never once was it taken into account
The triggers that were pulled by her murderers mouths
Sticks and stones
That's all they said
In one last guilt ridden breath
As they notice her blood left on their hands
Denying her perfection
Allowing her to believe death was worth it
To escape the hell in which she lived
Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 7:22 PM UTC
I desire to enfold you in my adoration
My senses are enslaved to jasmine and your skin, covered in symbols
Please, do not ask me to leave
Feel me open the door to your inner warmth
Elicit sympathetic gyrations, by stimulating your flesh
You lost your innocence long ago
Let me antagonize your lust
Imprison you within my embrace,
Increase the pace of your pulse,
Elevate your heart rate,
Coat your whole body in sweat,
And **** screams from your depths.
The sun will wane in the evening
And we will harvest satisfaction on my bed
And we will rise like the moon,
and drink the shine she provides
We will remake each other, a thousand ways
And cast our inhibitions out the window,
And get lost in the maze of each others bodies.
You will die, and be reborn, in the flash of a quasar,
We will cultivate and devour the fruits of our joining.
We will set the controls for the heart of the sun
Come rise with me, into the ionosphere,
Do not fear the suffocating void
I will give my lungs to you,
Each breath belongs to you already.
Aug 17, 2012
Aug 17, 2012 at 1:23 PM UTC
Pale skin, bright eyes. Awfully gorgeous, no surprise.
She's looks stunning without even trying
The type that wears perfume to bed
A girl that wakes up with a truly flawless head.
You're unknown to me, but I feel you have an unknown beauty.
I'm gonna have to stop admiring from a distance
And swallow my pride
I just hope you don't antagonize.
Pale skin, bright eyes. Awfully gorgeous no surprise.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 10:05 PM UTC
my fingers tap dance on the keys
hopefully the rhythm rhymes
wrapping words round the relief
my sans serifs have symbolized
if i can alliterate the literacy
& make allusions to my usefulness
maybe it will hyperbolize the symmetry
& let similes diffuse the mess
so please believe in paper wings
ink blots will not weigh me down
i'll deceive with dialogue & themes
while i antagonize the ground
Feb 7, 2010
Feb 7, 2010 at 7:44 PM UTC
Here we go again
Back and forth about the flaws I need to mend
Just because I tend to enjoy the thought of my end
And that I'm always dressed in black when I'm out with my friends
You sit there and wonder what could've happened
to that boy oh so happy
Now a lover of anarchy and a hater of society
How grandmother do you see such beauty in conformity?
Have you taken into consideration this reality?
The idea of order and balance is rapidly
Turning into a travesty
Because of mankind's brutality
and false sense of morality
There's vanity and inhumanity
Against ones own sexuality
And people have the audacity
to critically antagonize those for their God given nationality
While this wonderful country
Goes further intro bankruptcy
So continue to live your keen little fantasy
That we are all living happily and equally
Your views have such opacity
That I can see right through your irrationality
And your thinning mentality
So please continue to criticize me
Please provide some amnesty
Don't listen to me I'm just crazy
Remember? You can't trust me because everything I say is blasphemy
So excuse my insanity
And allow me to gulp down these pills so carefully
Not to take more than I should be
And I'll just vegetate amongst people like a cavity
An outcast to your perfect society
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 10:22 AM UTC
I break the stillness of the trees
Climb the tallest of mountains
Provide the oxygen to promise life
I am weightless, free, light
I whistle through the forests
Awakening their eyes
I antagonize hurricanes
Destruction, darkness, death
I sound the chimes
That ring throughout
The streets
Awakening their cries
I unlock the hold of the stem
Empowering the dead leaves
To fall upon the silent streets
Coloring the autumn months
Awakening their lives
Oct 8, 2012
Oct 8, 2012 at 1:54 AM UTC
Hordes of mangled marionettes hoard so many histories of mystery,
That I beg in blank brandishing tongues, hounding the hordes most swiftly.
Because I am a puppet master pioneering such a broad pallet of poetic pleasure,
That surely the most silent shamans will sound their poignant sighs in solitude.
And we've accosted such armies--allied only to destruction,
Only to be found in fruitless dust.
Demons will someday antagonize them in blissful anarchy,
But for now we’ll pass an ancient altruistic remedy
And leisurely lull the pull of destruction.
Apr 20, 2012
Apr 20, 2012 at 9:10 AM UTC
A Cerulean precipice grows
wrinkles. Blouses scatter into oblivion.
Rusty chain, in the room with no time.
Tea-kettles antagonize moonlit lovers.
Shotglasses chase, through ghastly cornstalks.
Cascading lights speak incantation.
Flash dance to late night serenades.
Phoenix plumes in Sunday hats.
Laying poolside, argyle splashes.
A magnetic lioness creeps.
Daring glances spread gossamer lies.
Alabaster halls consume infant minds, while
Dusty caps unlock elusive touches.
Black widows drink white wine.
Anise waters drown lycra mermaids.
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 1:15 AM UTC
this is an open letter
and i pray you never find it
because sometimes you just fail to see how deeply i feel things
i don't think i give you enough credit for being there for me and putting up with my ****
so here's an official thank you
i ask myself very often, why was i drawn to you?
why can't i tolerate others for minutes but can talk for hours with you
i secretly wish things would've worked out between the two of us
i secretly wish we give it another try
but i guess it is what it is and spilled ink over my pages can't explain that
my friends think i deserve better,sometimes i think i do too
they think you act like a **** and don't value me
maybe they are right
sometimes i curse myself for thinking so much about you,
antagonize myself because i care too much about you
but
i like my choices and i hope you like yours
x
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 7:54 AM UTC
I may mistake the modern day for Salem.
We seem to be mirroring the crazy then verbatim.
Back then, the hysterical banter was of witchcraft and bewitchment.
Now it’s plotless allegations with no plausible way to prove it.
Someone accuses another of a devious deed,
No trial, no proof, I guess that’s no longer a need.
Just escort them, with haste, to the center of the stage,
Light the fire and burn them alive,
Leaving the liar to tell another lie.
The only witchcraft that I see,
Is how people, so thoughtlessly,
Get so passionate about events so petty,
That they become a mob, a stormy sea.
It has nothing to do with their lives,
But they see a cause and sharpen their knives.
A primitive desire to antagonize,
What we believe to be bad, but based on lies.
Truth has become subjective,
Despite its definition, objective.
I can spur a web of lies,
Witchcraft in disguise.
No need for evidence, it doesn’t have to be airtight,
Just enough to incite the urge to fight.
Isn’t that a sorry sight?
“Burn the witches!” They’d scream in Salem.
“Cancel them!” Is the modern verbatim.
They don’t deserve to tell their side,
Just shut them down and ostracize.
Guilty until proven innocent,
Dripping with bitterness and discontentment.
It’s a lose-lose for the accused,
At least they don’t meet their end at the end of a noose.
Perhaps the witches we need to burn,
Are the ones who accuse without evidence to confirm.
Why is the burden of proof on the accused,
And not the ones who defame and misuse,
Justice for a few moments in the news?
Burn naivety, which says that people always tell the truth,
And understand that, sometimes, people are just cruel.
Send the liars out into the center of the stage,
State their case, their proof, and who’s to blame.
Due process, not this foolish nonsense,
Based on feelings used against us.
Before we’re all bewitched by passion,
Which overcomes our reason.
Sep 3, 2025
Sep 3, 2025 at 8:13 PM UTC
Ask me, ask me, what it's like to see every creature on Earth kneel before you.
Tear my brain apart and search my stems; digging for gold and useless knowledge.
Alleviate the pain I feel when I search the stars every night and find nothing;
all useless to me, taunting me and telling me I am weak, that I'll never be something.
Careful treading through my inner workings, as there are a many bumps along the way,
caverns full of used hope, don't become lost throughout the day.
Ask me, ask me, what it feels to be all important to the world.
Rip me apart and find my insides, dig into me and feed on my life;
destroy what I was and sell my soul, taking away my fight and strife.
Antagonize my rude emotions, ask them to go outside-
they will take you out there and beat your skin into hide.
Fall onto the ground as they beat you,
senselessly scraping you apart, and they will leave you for the vultures;
they will feast upon your heart.
You will fall in agonizing pain, and you will be a mirror of my inner workings;
painful, without respite, and you will learn of all your shortcomings.
Ask me, ask me, what it is to be immortal, to be ever living.
As you lay on the ground, your blood staining the pavement,
I watch you in your agony, and all I find is lament.
I scrutinize your every cry of pain, watching in your sad display,
I sit next to your wringing body, and only sigh in dismay.
You are not what I've needed, you cannot help me escape-
Maybe someday you'll help, but now you're only another gate.
I leave you there on the sidewalk, dying without a breath.
I walk away from you, never looking back at your mess.
Your image of pain never leaves my mind,
and yet I find it that I feel nothing all the time.
I consider it thoughtless that you should provoke me as you do not know the monster inside,
the one who destroys cities and tears down forests-nothing can hide.
I wish I was God, and that I could fulfill your questions with honest answers instead of lies.
Sometimes I think about that night, wondering about your pain.
I can only laugh at your sadness, and it was all in my gain.
Do not cross the bridge to me again, stay far far away.
I am the River Styx- you never wish to cross my way.
If I see you again, God help us both, I will rip you limb from limb and tie you to a post.
There I will set you on fire, watching your flesh burn, and be lifted up into the smoke.
Feb 10, 2011
Feb 10, 2011 at 7:46 AM UTC
The struggle of life: to be you are,
To those we aspire they always inspire
Us to see ourselves for who we are -
We are actions not dreams.
My shot at integrity turns towards self-pity,
authenticity turns to pleasantry, and off goes identity,
I race to find who I am, the hope of a hidden gem,
Digging through coal, I know where hopes may stem,
Yet in dirt I am, and to dirt I still return,
Why do I never seem to learn?
Fear. It holds me from those I hold dear,
It leads me to anger, it leads me to hate
Of myself - I demand change yet I wait,
My dreams to reality, if I could only seize fate.
Day and night I obsess and I stress and I strategize,
But the new day brings new fears to antagonize,
And every day my vain jealousy swells,
Of their perfect little lives, they do so much so well,
Then the thought comes with fear and with doubt,
Maybe they aren’t just a cardboard cutout.
They are like me, full of doubt and fear,
Where am I supposed to go from here?
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 12:13 AM UTC
I want to be unapologetic
Yet, I continue to apologize
For every difference that they see
Increases the need to compromise
From what I wear to how I sleep
Or what is deemed a healthy size
From then on, I understood
That I lived only to be described
I apologize again for my differences
Next time, I will improve my disguise
For the sake of your own comfort
I will keep putting aside mine
I look up to their condescending stares
They will never be satisfied
I escape into my solitude
I am not something for you to define
I am tired of advocating for myself
Without the support of family ties
Finding more hate in my own growth
As though I live to be ostracized
My attempts to calm my abnormalities
In order to sooth those who penalize
To make room for all of their expectations
To create another profitable merchandise
They have taught me to pursue
A personality so idealized
While they heavily persuade me
To carve a body to sexualize
Only to be rewarded with a life
Where I am only patronized
Filled with the inequalities
That are completely normalized
I retreat into my inner world
The place where I fanaticize
Of a space where I can breathe
With the encouragement to try
I am not broken, just discouraged
Of those who antagonize
Minorities and their differences
Who then live demoralized
I don't want to be given a role
With a life script to memorize
Or submit myself to a narrative
That can easily be summarized
Do not confide me to a label
Just so you can stigmatized
Those labels are not my name
I deserved to be recognized
I do not wish to be put on a pedestal
As another icon to be advertised
I only wish for your understanding
Just enough to be humanized
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 11:40 PM UTC
So many things I wish I could say
Thoughts build up more day by day.
I wish I could pour my emotions out to you,
But I just don't know what you would do.
Would you sneer, laugh and run the other way?
Would you make fun of the things I'd say?
Would you embrace me and never let go?
Would you love me, and let the whole world know?
Would you cry tears of joy because you were waiting on me?
Would we become a couple like I wish we would be?
Would you run and hide?
Would you stay by my side?
The thoughts antagonize me until I crumble,
Even normal sentences, I fumble.
How can I hide all the things I'm feeling inside?
If you can't see it, you must be blind.
I'd give up everything just to touch your face,
To secure myself in your gaze.
If I broke down and told you I loved you
Would you break down and tell me you love me too?
Would you cradle me in your arms?
Would you give off all your boyish charms?
Or would you reject me?
Break all my hopes of things we could be?
Do I take a leap of faith?
Or in my self-loathing do I bathe?
You've seen my good side, you've seen my bad;
And being without you would make me sad...
But my mouth stays sealed no matter what I do,
Even though I just can't live without you.
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 8:39 AM UTC
Everything is a sweaty mess
Moving in abnormal directions and seeping into
The pores of the tiny imperfections
Between you and I.
It’s a good day to be enamored
It’s a good day to distill all of the fears
And just occupy these engraved spaces
With all that is subliminal and grand
It’s a good day to get lost in the alleys
Of all that is rugged and real.
All I hear is a rush of noise
Going up at a speed which I cannot comprehend
And all I see is a haze of burn victims
In sterilized spaces.
So **** bright.
A blinding brightness so unreal
And numbing in multi dimensions.
When are we going to realize,
That it’s all a game?
A lucky hand of plastic waste.
When are we going to antagonize,
The sheer disobedience of everything that
Is laid down upon our sensual existence?
A stimulating fantasy of an experience
Of being swallowed whole
And in parts of distinct order.
These words and sounds of these words
And the way we chew on
And on, until the bottom of our
Voiceless chants.
Everything is going astray
But hey,
Let’s rewind.
Jul 28, 2012
Jul 28, 2012 at 8:11 PM UTC
soft ruins play through the hands of your silky palms
whats here now has now gone
nobody can come up with a definition to explain to me how exactly this could be wrong
even though I have actually seen it all along
from time to time I remember the bitter notion,
how you let me dip myself in that bitter potion
and theyre the ones left to deal with all the mingled distoration
poor they for they are the ones who helped antagonize the poor mice
how you let them roll their own dice , and never once did it
land on anything more than 4
left them there all ****** up and high
although they fed them all the plumbs they wanted
never the less they were daunted
mingling monstrosities venture into this cannabis along with the other creeps
and that too isnt even good anymore
audotioning to be the perfect everything we all fail every single time
until it comes to that one audition when that person says she is perfect she is the one
but I'm sorry audtionors judgers and the court but for now I'm done
done for I have weaved my own little special web
I make my own fiery bread
and I dance naked in public in the vast imagination in my head
your words and their cares are the last of the last of my concerns the ones that are meant not to exsist
folding into peice by peice slowly streaming myself down the walls of this euphoric abyss
I met this boy one time who had this little lisp
he sat close to me and explained a lot of things I didnt know
years years and more years later they in a way helped me grow
you might not be able to tell me happy birthday next year
Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 7:58 PM UTC
False flags and panic. Fear the other. Hate.
Be a Patriot. Act. As you are told.
When the people are frightened, they obey.
These are the times that few men try. At all.
No one can own you unless you want them to.
Gun in hand worth ten senators. Boom.
Gay Straight Male Female Black White Muslim Jew.
Exactly the opposite of E Puribus Unum.
Stir and stir, yet the *** does not melt.
Too many soups only antagonize the cook.
The fires of discord sizzle and fry.
Dare not to think, just buy and buy.
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 2:01 PM UTC
once the thoughts start
you cant stop them
they antagonize you
they push and push and push
until you break
now you're sitting here
blood stains on your shorts
your blade in your palm
you're shaking
they did it again
the thoughts, the hurt you
no
you hurt you
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 1:18 AM UTC