"bullys" poems
I learned from experience that our parents lied when they said monsters weren't real... Because humans are the real monsters.
Yes us.
You.
Me.
Her.
Him.
They don't live under the bed they live in the real world where there really isn't no where to hide. I believe that humans are our own demons, and all together they are the most scarriest things on earth. Because why do people get killed? who gets ***** Who suffers? Who bullys? Who yells? Who causes pain? Anger? Fear? Abuse? …and caused by who you may ask?
Just another human I shall reply.
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 3:39 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Fire to burn,
Til tomorrow,
Red skies,
Not a representation of evils into the universe,
For your fellow human beings,
Insane increasingly industrial cyber bullys,
But could never stop growing pains,
Don't you ever let another human being,
Drive you off the edge,
To destruction,
Instead be reborn into a higher commune,
Think about the future,
Or love in that order,
But never forget your love ones,
As they have been deceased,,
Calling on dawn to let them see you again,
It says they all miss you..
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC
he cries when she stood before him, breaking his heart,
he cries when she says she hated him from the start.
he cries when she tries to leave,
he cries when she threw her engagement ring in the grass and leaves.
he cries when he stared her in the eyes,
he cries when she said that everything was lies.
he cries when she made him crawl in the grass to look for the ring,
he cries when he hears her softly and happily sing.
he cries when she stared at him with no emotion,
he cries when he looks for the ring with a lot of devotion.
he cries when he brings forth the ring only to be rejected,
he cries when she seems to be unaffected.
he cries when she tells him a story,
he cries when he says im sorry.
he cries, she remembers,
he cries, she dismembers.
she cries, everything she held in for years leaking out,
she cries from her heart, everything pouring out.
she cries when she remembers the time he pushed her away,
she cries when promises are made but never get fulfilled the next day.
she cries when she remembers when he doesnt talk to her,
she cries when she remembers when he did nothing when the bullys bullied her.
she cries when he would abandon her for others,
she cries when she remembers plans getting cancelled for one reason or another.
she cries when he used to toy with her emotions,
she cries when she remember all those tears she shed in every pillow and couch cushion.
she cries when they had all those fights,
she cried when her heart died.
she cried when he smiled,
now he cries when she insanely smiled.
he cries when she reached out to him,
he cries when she forgave him.
he cries when she kissed him with no thought whatsoever,
he cries when he realizes that he's her slave forever.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 8:02 PM UTC
Charlotte makes my eyes water
Charlotte bullys me
Charlotte eats my soul
Charlotte digests my soul
Charlotte poops my soul
Charlotte is a black hole
Charlotte is a wilting flower
Charlotte is an angry bear
Charlotte the wind that blows down your dreams
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 10:04 PM UTC
discarded belongings, don't long to be under the trees
among the dead leaves,
a suitcase, a blow up mattress wrapped in plastic
does sleep happen here, how domestic?
There is no place,
watch where you walk, needles and not from the cedar trees,
anything you like under the trees?,
by the babbling creek who has heard, more stories that
float among the shallow pools, until the rain tests the truth and
the lies bob and float away,
under the trees tales have been told,
that get caught in the low hanging
branches, and
the smoky clouds that are lifted with the voices,
get in amongst the cedar tree arms,
and just hang there, ghosts of the past,
dead end relationships,
drug deal, something to steal,
was that a scream?
or did the caretaker of the underbrush
have a bad dream? There is no place like
this, but it happens so often this way.
"Pumphouse, bus stop, hospital and a high school,
Tim Horton's so close that you could...walk right
there, crossing traffic being bullys on the boulevard,
Dairy Queen, rehab centres and a place that takes
...well crazies off the street, and a place that sells
flowers and plants, look at all the amenities that are
close at hand."
"Hey, roll up the rim is here, you can win twice,
can you spare enough change for a coffee mate?, here,
I 'll even show you to the head of the line, I would hold
the door open for ya' but the place is under renovation,
you know, coffee to go from the mobile restaurant"
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 1:14 AM UTC
by Arcassin B
pulled out of the fire,
like a blaze,
telling you too many times,
its just one of those days,
cant keep dealing with the situation,
give me a light,
smoke it till i cant breathe,
just trying to loose sight,
and i keep telling myself,
man it will be alright,
in the kitchen cooking up a meal,
last me for the night,
you mite have that thought you could get the best of me,
but i keep doubting that you will,
i miss the anger in your voice,
i bet i make you furious,
please dont fade on me,
im losing you,
your delirious,
too selfish,
you get no love,
not even hate,
nor a reaction,
to the bullys,
and the victims,
we all have a calling,
as well as were all human,
the generation is falling.
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 5:10 PM UTC
Im off my rocker
i admit
but when they come a nocker
i will answere
whith a red smile
out of the sadness
out from the mile
ready to be crazy
so what
ive been through mazy
so i head out
ready to deal whith those sane
and then i head into the out
to the tree
and i laugh and cry
cause thats where she met me
but i laugh
i laugh cause im crazy
im a maniac
im loco
im a psychopath
but im still good
ill help those who are good to
but those hoods
those bullys
they will be those who face me
face the crazy
those who are bullys that think themselves so cool
will beg for forgiveness
because no one deserves what they put upon
what gets put upon me
but im tired of just leting them bully me and bully others
im tired of bieing normal
im always overthinking
but now its there time dont you think
and this shall be my insanety who reaks vengance
this shall be my crazy story
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 4:21 PM UTC
A bullys' gun is their mouth, their bullets are the cruel words they speak, their targets are those who they see as weak.
What can you do? Well for some the most tempting thing would be to throw a punch to shut them up, or instead find yourself your pride and strength, learn to ignore the words they speak.
Option 1 is more tempting but gets you into trouble, option 2 means you may known their inflated egos and burst their bubble, because when you stop reacting to the words they speak, they may realise you aren't the one who's weak.
A bullys gun is their mouth, their bullets are the words they speak, their targets are those they see as weak. So don't listen, don't doubt yourself, ignore the tempting urge to reply or lash out, they can keep firing but the bullets will soon rebound, the control, the power they once had will never be refound.
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 9:13 AM UTC
She has December's eyes
all gray and cold
too cold to be exposed
to the elements of love
Finally he trudges through
the doorstep
of his Victorian home
Shuts the door to the cold outside and settles down to read his book and drink very expensive scotch all alone
May he R.I.P. the parachute cord and fall into abysis
The little boy runs for his life ducking behind a Salvador Dali tree just in time as the bigger bullys run bi
The little girl is looking out the big bay window on Christmas morn
All her presents lay open at the base of the tree
The present she longs for will never come
now that her brother has gone away
The millionaire extraodinare gave the homeless man some cash
Later that day he gave it to a bag lady and her daughter and smiled
as he walked away
The football team boarded
a plane destined to go to a bowl game and play
The ice accumulated and the plane went down
and no one walked away
He stands in the freezing rain that has started to spit out snow
He is much colder inside
as the memories have all lost their glow
He remains steady
as he is ready
Would be so easy now
to simply let go
Dec 13, 2021
Dec 13, 2021 at 4:21 PM UTC