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"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.
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Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 7:13 PM UTC
Dear Anonymous, I know you.
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.
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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,                                                                     . . .
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May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 7:36 PM UTC
Daily Life in Generation Z
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
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Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 2:40 AM UTC
Its Depressing,
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...
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Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 8:11 PM UTC
Middle school
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...
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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.
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Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 5:30 PM UTC
School
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
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Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 3:30 PM UTC
to my bully mother
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
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Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 3:45 PM UTC
My Blood
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
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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,
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Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 6:28 PM UTC
do you know?
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
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Mar 12, 2020
Mar 12, 2020 at 2:23 PM UTC
Face in the mirror (long)
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
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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
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Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 11:37 AM UTC
Pain
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
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Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 11:40 PM UTC
We're not your labels
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.
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May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 3:24 PM UTC
High School
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.
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Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 4:48 PM UTC
Imagine
* 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
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Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 2:29 PM UTC
DEAR PARENTS OF BULLIES