"bulling" poems
I know you.
Sitting behind a screen in your room,
Sipping in the shadows of a coffee shop.
iPhone, iPad, iAm "Anonymous".
The most dangerous word you can be labeled,
The most double-edged of weapons-
Anonymous.
You're never really as untraceable
As the cleared browser history says you are,
Never as untraceable as the chain of destruction you cause is traceable.
You're never really as invisible
As the checked box lets you think you are,
Never as invisible as the scars you direct a hand to make are visible.
One word can't be all that.
Anonymous can't be so dangerous.
Some clicks on a keyboard can't be so devastating.
There's a reason it used to be difficult to avoid responsibility.
Because responsibility for your words, for what you cause,
Is what allows you to see a few steps ahead.
Your signature is what allows you to learn from mistakes,
To vow after you've learned the hard way to think before you act.
To see that those words have two names attached to them now.
The writer, and the subject.
Two traceable, visible people.
Two hearts beating and breathing, now connected.
Anonymous constructs a wall between action and reaction.
It robs you of responsibility.
Yes, responsibility is a prized possession, there to teach and show.
Anonymous allows you to settle.
It robs you of the greater person you could become.
Yes, your future holds more than this, there beyond the wall of cyber bulling.
I hate that I was once Anonymous like you.
I hate that I unknowingly controlled the strings
Of a self-destructive marionette hand miles away.
But I don't hate you. Because I know you.
I know you are more than the mistakes you've made behind that screen.
I know you are more than Anonymous.
So prove it.
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 7:13 PM UTC
Wake up to the AA, never a day without.
look to the news, schools out?
Its only April.
Another protest i cant make,
another protest
another protest,
yet no change.
My youth being killed everyday unjustified because of people's hatred.
A threat he was
12 he was, 14 he was,15,16,19,40,36,32.....he was a threat.
17 killed today because of "bulling" i suppose, he was just ill an broken,
poor him right? right.
1000 more suicide a 1000 more hate crimes at its lowest this month.
more murders than anything against the people who just want to love; who want to live the way they want.
My friends heartbroken
families being ripped apart, wondering if they'll be the next to go.
Our leaders are full of hatred, making fun of the ill, no respect for the women.
because of that i no longer have rights to my body, not like i had them really anyway.
No means No,
but your distracting the staff ma'am that's against school dress code,
go home and cover up your collar bone.
I'm 14.
You'r making it hard for the adult staff... ya'know
The pedo's we hired to teach you, the ones that make YOU uncomfortable.
cover up,
that'a all we ask. ;)
yours truly,
. . .
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 7:36 PM UTC
Its depressing,
seeing the world around me crumble
I stand still and watch the world
speed by me
no one has the time to bother,
everyone doing something,
at all times
what has this world become
teenagers getting pregnant for television
bulling over the internet that can not be stopped
money the only source of a hope for a future in this world
adults say we have it "easier"
tell me why?
because we have internet?
because we have a "connected society?"
because we live in "rich times"?
When I look around
I see more peer pressure then any other generation has had to deal with
I see young adults taking their lives because they don't fit in with the crowd
I see a wounded country full of idiots
I see teenagers giving up in school
I see parents who don't care
How do we have it easier?
You haven't even experienced the times we have grown up in
live our lives, live with our connections, then you will see....
Its depressing,
seeing the world crumble around me
Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 2:40 AM UTC
Middle school
Everyday I hated life
Just get me through today
Maybe no one will notice me
Maybe no one will notice that before school I cried
I cried because of them
They locked me in closets
Called me gay
Made jokes at my dispense
They say that they were joking
No harm done
But little did they know that I cried myself to sleep every night
Because I was so scared that it could be true
So I showed them I dated every girl I could got to double digits before I knew it but still they called me gay
Soon girls were just a number
Just a object that I could build myself higher on
I tell my parents all of this and there response is that these kids are just jealous of you Kevin
I wish that was true
But what is there to be jealous about
Girls turned to objects in a second
They were there to build me higher right? To somehow give me the respect I wanted
I used them for my own gain
But what did it gain me
Bur more name calling
Manwhore
****
Told I couldn't keep a girlfriend
More jokes at my dispense
And somehow I was still called gay
I still cried those names Hurt too
These girls are getting me no where
But I keep going farther with them
Started bragging about how cool I was
But in a moment I could be brought down by 3 words
You are gay
Those words pump through my heart so fast
My anger rages
Till a kid said it one day and I broke
I punched him in the face
The power I felt
I threw another one
Sitting at my desk feeling that glory but for what?
I get a call to the office
I get blamed for bulling the kid
I try to say no
But the words won't come out
I turn back to girls to hide my pain
To hide my sorrow
Maybe someday girls won't just be a number...
Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 8:11 PM UTC
Traffic on foot,
Running to and fro,
Trying to go to a destination,
And get away with procrastination.
Forgot your homework?
Surely you'll turn it in late.
Forgot lunch?
Buy one or starve.
Fall in the halls?
Stay down and wait until it's empty.
Get in trouble but not your fault?
I feel sorry for you,
Just don't welcome death.
Fake illness but get caught?
No help there.
School is no fair.
We just have to stay there.
Help us or we'll be the bullied.
Bullies are no fun.
If you're a bully reading this,
Bulling is wrong.
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 5:30 PM UTC
you're always picking on me
bulling my feelings and making my sorrow more painful
sometimes i wonder if the three words you always used to whisper in my ears ever mattered because your hurtful words at times seemed to over shadow those wonderful words.
but than its ok, because you're my mother i'll always forgive you and let the love i have for you overcloud my judgement
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 3:30 PM UTC
Blood lettings, for my thigh and wrist
My blood like fire, the swiftness of grace
My flesh is above all and yet disowned
My spirit is fierce as fires doth burn
These creatures will learn…
Middle class brats, bred from base corruption
A softness and kind of conformity for their kind
Take, steal, feed, greed and gluttonous ******
But oh how they craft their own plights
Little ***** to think they know plight!
Arch, I’ll give them plights, oh I shall give them sullen plight
Tortuous, tormenting, agonising, haunting plights
Plights of the daughter brought before the beast
Plights of the family too poor too common
Plights of the body taken against will
Plights for my blood!
Your petty little girl, plain Jane, boring and dull, like a corpse
Bring her to the beast and she’d how she’ll fair?
Ha! She is nothing of the woman I am…
Take that ****** and let him see the horrors of thy household
Many are alike mine in this lower domain
He’d break like glass to the father who raises his fist!
And you, what of you? Boy Solider…
You speak lies snake! Not a killer, but only of truth!
Sexuality all in tatters, heart forsaken by she cheated
Dearest Mother to tend to thee at all hours
You never tasted poverty, never saw the world
The world through my blood
None of you, not she lifeless and dead
Nor he pitiful and weak, and you another Father but in boy form!
I pray you never have daughters, I hope you take a liking for men
Never breed your filthy bloodline
Middle class **** Judging, gossiping, lying snake!
But in those 7 weeks you took a taste of thy blood, like the wine at the alter
It was burning hot like magma, it was filling and sickening
Sweet, bitter, sour, to it your eyes once so blind
Saw the world a new
You saw the **** the abuse, the bulling, the carer, the suicide, the mental illness
You saw your fictional demons in mine
The blood upon my hands, twas ours
It rain through us all, like a fire
It burned and scorched us with the hands of reality
And once it was done, only I was left standing
With one foot out the door, into the world reborn
But my old blood still remains upon you boy soldier
And I carry the new
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 3:45 PM UTC
do you know that girl that you called fat, she went home after school and cut because of you
do you that guy you called stupid, he gets abused at home
do you know that girl you called ugly, her family hates her and she wears makeup to make she self pretty
do you know that person you called emo, she has no one there, everyone hates her, she has no friends, and she has so much pain, so the only way she can get ruin of some of that pain is if she cuts because unlike someone people she has no one to turn to
stop bulling, stop saying **** , stop and get to know that person before you start judging, please people around the world are hurting and getting bullied, let try and make it stop,
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 6:28 PM UTC
This face I see in the mirror
It doesn’t belong to me
This long hair
These pale blue eyes
Whos are they
They are not mine
They do not belong to me
The people at school do not understand why I hide my body
I hide with baggy clothing and short hair
But everyone can see through this mask I wear
I smile and say I’m fine but they can see every word I say is a lie
So I tell them why I do these thing
“ But why you're such a pretty young girl”
I say not girl and they say woman
I say Boy
They say Girl
I say Kole
They say Maggie
What did I do to deserve this
Whats wrong with my name whats wrong with who I am
I don’t judge people for who they like or who they are of who they want to be
You don’t judge people for dying their hair or changing their nose
But as soon as I say I want to be called a name it’s histarea
Whats wrong with one name
They say “ what next? Do u want to go to the boys locker room and hang out with them.”
Yeah so I feel more comfortable
But no I must fit society
I must be what i'm perceived as
I must be this robot that follows every command
Were fed this false information that anyone who is different is wrong or bad
We must hide from different
We must cage it
As soon as we are perceived as different we become a mouse in a cage full of lions
We get attacked
There are those few how will jump into the lion cage to save the small mouse
But then you get stolen away from your savoir and put in a cage for inspection
They scrutinize every part of you
Im a rainbow in sky full of clouds and I’m all alone
I know there are others but until you come out you are who they made you to be
Then when you do finally say how you feel you get rejected and hated and told you are not valid
I am here to tell every person who has ever felt this way
You are valid and loved and strong
Don’t listen to them
And to those of you who disregard their pronouns or hate them for loving who they love
You are wrong you do not understand everything they could be going through
Take it from someone who knows transphobia and bulling first hand you bullies never win
The small mouse in the cage of lions out smarts all of you and escapes through the bars while you stand stunned and stuck in that cage with no goal now I’m gone
Mar 12, 2020
Mar 12, 2020 at 2:23 PM UTC
Pain is not in a matter of bulling seconds
it lasts for a lifetime and is accounted
those that scorn your words in incredulous envy
still cling to a cross baring sycophantic flags
Would if jealousies of unbelievers
makes a shadow on your words
let me take your hand
come friend I will believe in you
try whilst man lives your words to legend
let the flag of poetry and friendship give hope
Man and woman do fall
but poetry stands the test of time
know that one or two
could enhance humankind
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 11:37 AM UTC
It's a complicated subject slash rule of society
It separates us all
Labels cause bulling and fights
Automatic outcast, is what you become if your a label that someone dislikes or disagrees to
Gay, lesbian, transgender, **** ****** crazy, fat, and **** are just a few
Why does society have the up most desire to place a label on an innocent person
The only label that we should put upon a person is HUMAN
Race, sexuality, socioeconomic status or geography origins does not define who we are as a person
We are who we want to be
Not what society thinks we have to be
We all are just HUMANS
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 11:40 PM UTC
Some children in High School
have tongues like switchblades.
Sharpened at home
in parents care.
They scar beautiful souls
trying to live in an often cruel world.
Children in High School
have tongues like cutters,
that should be left in doors mouth.
They cause pain by bulling
thinking they are immune to persecution.
But they will learn,
as shields are formed by
those transgressed upon.
AS parents take control and
dole out punishment teaching them to
leave their tongue bolos firearms inside.
AS people awake to not tolerate
their insensitivity and ignorance.
After all...we are all one. We are all gifted.
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 3:24 PM UTC
Imagine a world without hope;
No dreams
No wishes
No expectations
Imagine a world without romance;
No Romeo and Juliet
No Beauty and The Beast
No Jack and Rose
Imagine a world without books;
No libraries and bookshops
No bedtime stories
No writers
Imagine a world without music;
No songs
No live shoes
No dance
Imagine a world without sugar;
No cookies and cream
No icing and candy
No untimely deaths
Imagine a world without social media(
No quick access to information
No unwarranted comparison
No cyber bulling
Imagine a world without hate;
No discrimination
No racism
No fright
Imagine a world without poverty;
No children dying of hunger
No one working instead of schooling
No preventable deaths
Imagine a world without science and religion
Imagine a world which can never exist.
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 4:48 PM UTC
* Model kindness in your home
so young ones learn how to treat people.
* Take steps to speak nice to
one another behind closed doors
so your children hear and copy its behavior.
* Judge less your child, so they judge less others.
* Instill in your children that it is WRONG to
tease anyone as we all carry divine differences.
* And please pass out love and compassion
to your family so they pass love and
compassion at school.
P.S. ADULTS PLEASE REALIZE
you are the ones who can help end bulling behavior.
It is your duty, as parents to do so
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 2:29 PM UTC