"dehumanizing" poems
I never met a storm I didn't like
I wish I could say the same for people
Though sometimes I think
They have as little control
Of what they destroy
As storms
I think I could love anyone,
that shared a mountain coast with me.
Those rocks and rivers and beachfront caves?
I feel like a pirate.
And I believe not caring what others think,
Is a coward's way to self-esteem.
You can't make everyone happy
That doesn't mean you shouldn't try.
I can seem cold
But what you're hearing
Is precision
It makes sense when you love words
And hate being misunderstood.
I hate when people argue to be right
Instead of understand
It's self-indulgent
And dehumanizing
And so very me.
I'm such a nerd I'd need another poem
to convey how much
But I think it will suffice to say
If you like
Will McAvoy
The Dragonborn
Charles Spurgeon
Vault Dwellers
or the Crystal Gems
We'll probably get along.
And lastly
I only wrote this poem
Because I hate not having an answer
To "tell me about yourself."
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 8:25 AM UTC
I stop in my tracks,
Listening
A hollow clinking in the darkness.
In an alleyway, somewhat familiar,
Vacant and forgotten in the twilight hours
Except for the lingering cigarette smoke
And the scent of frigid, dehumanizing hate
And a clink
Low and somehow beneath the dense, dank dark
A sound disillusioning and honed to a fine point, like that of a blade meant to harvest death
A clink
And another clink
There is a man sitting near the end of the alley
At the back of the throat of Hell itself
He has his head down
But through the thick black smudge of night
I can still see the base of a brown glass bottle tap the bottom of an upper row of teeth
He stops, and looks up at me with eyes that resemble mine a little too much for my comfort
He brings the bottle down, and lowers his head, gazing at it as if for the first time
Suddenly he snaps his eyes up to mine, instantly staring into the deep void of apathy that looks back.
He smiles a knowing smile, and slams the bottle against his teeth.
It does much more than clink.
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 5:36 PM UTC
There is dark magic
Here in my attic
A magician’s tactics
Cause pain emphatic
This magician gives me all I can handle
Until one day I’m dismantled
Like a once lit candle
Extinguished by the ice near Ymir
Birthing the Titans I fear
Bringing death here
Morphing me into a rigid wreck
Here in the frigid depths
I wish I left
The violence of violins
Lamenting the vile sin
Conjured by riled kin
Like they’re wild djinn
Can’t be muted
Only diluted
By becoming rooted
In thinking stupid
Avoiding Cupid
To join the putrid
The magician concocts potions
That excuse my emotions
As I forget devotion
For a temporary motion
The magician gives us difficult obstacles
And easily medicated excuses
So people won’t make things optimal
While purpose eludes them
Like Jekyll and Hyde
My hackles I hide
With shackles of pride
Covered in mystic thorns
So my wrists are torn
From the pain adorned
It’s my brain I mourn
The magician erects walls so thick
They separate healers from the sick
With magic bricks
Imbued by the magician’s enchantment
He builds a wall and then expands it
Until those inside become tantric
From the prison wall’s antics
Every time I turn the page
I am given rage
On the magician’s stage
Of the wars we wage
Under a curse of anger
Dehumanizing strangers
To deploy the Army Rangers
Perpetuating harming danger
The magician lies
The magician steals
The magician hides
What is real
Until I feel
The cold steel
The magician wields
Piercing through my electrified body
I guess the magician finally caught me
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 6:42 PM UTC
feeling claustrophobic in isolation,
and like the lone survivor in crowds,
you can't sleep naturally at night,
you need medication to drown out your thoughts that bring sorrowful sounds.
in your ears ring those melodies of realism,
that sing solely of failure and defeat,
these songs written with melancholy chords,
that only seem to loop and repeat.
the process so dehumanizing,
you can't progress through the morbid cycle anymore,
so you press a barrel to the roof of your mouth, as stress neatly lines up and files out the door.
cold metal had never tasted so sweet,
and in these final moments, part of your cement core splits,
rainwater finally leaks in and your thirst is quenched as it fills your lonely heart, the desolate desert ditch.
feeling something real for the first time since who knows when,
only at this time, the moment of your end.
however, in your death your depression becomes recycled,
and now the numbing blanket will be passed to another,
until the day someone strong enough possesses it,
so it can be burned above amber flames, resting in ash along with its true color,
black.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 6:59 PM UTC
oh ****
i just had
another thought.
when kaepernick
kneels
to express
distress at his
country's
injustices
against
minorities,
(and for christ's sake
if you believe
there is no injustice
then i don't know
what to say to you)
in a quiet,
legal,
non-violent
expression,
a demand
for unity,
equality,
he is booed.
made fun of.
called
a traitor.
entitled.
disrespectful.
unpatriotic.
everyone loses
their godforsaken
minds
because a black
man
with money
kneeled.
for fuck's sake, people
wake the
**** up.
you know
what's disrespectful?
violence.
inciting violence.
you know
what's unpatriotic?
denigrating
entire groups
of human
beings.
entitled?
if equality is
special treatment
then i guess so.
i'm bout ready
to take the
******* knee
myself,
seeing the
rampant,
jovial
racism,
sexism,
classism.
the absolute
pride
people in
my country
are taking
in marginalizing,
dehumanizing,
belittling,
assaulting.
it's disgusting.
without a doubt
i will take
the *******
knee.
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 9:21 PM UTC
Application of misinformation
Falsify a failed nation,
Eradication of all creation
Misinterpretation
Of representation
Deny the station
Granted by occupation
And the inhalation
Of justification
No prerequisite information
Just accumulation
No moderation,
Their determination
Through stimulation
Cultural ************
Communal degradation
Societal desecration,
Dehumanizing revocation,
Worldly humiliation,
Mortal sterilization
Never achieving mobilization
Lack of communication
Excelling in vile persuasion,
Proponents of procreation
Birthing digitization,
Destroy civilization,
Indications of adoration
Isolation in delineation,
Irrational indexation,
Fluctuating indignation,
No innovation,
Divination
Retaliation,
Immolation,
False ovation,
Lacking limitations,
Contextual intonation,
Divine fabrication,
Private publication,
Evolving fornication,
Give me extermination,
Notwithstanding annexation
Of dismaying oxidation,
Of valued perpetuation,
Global mass-castration,
Redundant rhetoric, dictation,
A donation, a dilation, a fixation,
An annotation of fibrillation,
We are personification
Of Contamination
Through globalization
Praising idolization
And finalization
Through **********
No pragmatic exoneration,
In all frustration
We see not utilization
Nor stabilization,
Fearful implications
Of wayward stations,
Surplus mutilations,
Seeking militarization
Of worthless nations,
No conservation,
Just excavation
Of the population
******** on education,
Spitting on graduation,
No validation of aspiration,
Indoctrination of baptization
Mitigating litigation,
murdering habitation,
Quelling all vegetation
We will end in radiation
Through faulty navigation,
Abdication and abnegation,
All worldly agitation
Leads us to expiration,
Self-made annihilation.
There was never an end in sight,
We’re lost, and hope is a lie.
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 8:14 PM UTC
There's a void for the intellectual when poor
Awareness only makes it worse
Knowing the socio-political mechanism
Controlling us and keeping our physical bodies bound
Only begs our mind to give up its emancipationist stronghold
The Spirit is only torn between
A socio-politically created reality
And the dis-associated self-edification of blind opportunity and hope
Becoming politically and sociologically aware
Of our "selves" within the context
Of our society is dangerous
Crippling, knowing the power behind the scenes
Submission corners an individual into indoctrination
Amorality seems to be the make-up of the seemingly strong
When every fiber of morality is subtly stolen
To assimilate into or right the wrong
Of the ******* up socio-political mechanism of our world
Either way, there's no way out
You're always tainted with the plague of amorality
The spirit is bought and sold
For the commercialization of it is dehumanizing to all
Any which way it can be analyzed
The rationality of the mind
Is dismantled piece by piece
Until it is absent from coherent thought
Knowledge is a weapon dangerous to the enemy
As well as the self
For truth is a burden deadly to the bound
By Disenfranchisement
Jun 2, 2011
Jun 2, 2011 at 5:08 AM UTC
the world is adorned with a million windows
the bleakest night has a thousand eyes
daylight shines into the globes darkest corners
truth will ultimately expose all lies
NASA’s satellites circle
Tropic of Cancer latitudes
cameras pinpoint the disease
metastasizing in the body of Homs
from stratospheric limits
sensitive lenses read the names
magic markers have scrawled
onto white sheets covering the dead
YouTube gets Oscar consideration
for grisly cinematography
a real-time visceral docudrama
of panting fascists gleefully tramping
through the desecrated streets
coolly administering a coup de gras
to a city on its knees, pleading release
from an **** of incessant bloodletting
twitter records desperate tweets
the batting wings of endangered flocks
furiously thumbing into the blogosphere
calls for UN intervention that falls on blind eyes
BBC reportage,
the global gold standard
for journalistic excellence
scoops the stories
of London based FSA partisans
awaiting repatriation to scatter
Bashar’s Kodachrome killers
Has the All Seeing Eye
who has graced us with sight
laughingly curse us with vision?
Does the
One Caring Eye of the Universe
bless us with perception
to haunt us with images?
Has
The One Thats Sees Everything
blinked closed the eye of compassion?
Has the horror of Homs
become too much even for
The Universal Eye of Love?
the opened eyes
of a dead child
reflects our
cold winter
of indifference
demoralizing
dehumanizing
a watching world
Music Selection
Grateful Dead Eyes of the World
Oakland
3/2/12
jbm
Mar 2, 2012
Mar 2, 2012 at 12:04 PM UTC
She’s shiny. No, not like a diamond, or a new toy, or when you polish a glass just right.
… Not even quite like a star.
She’s just…
s h i n y.
To call her a beacon of hope, of joy, of anything would be patronizing, would be dehumanizing, maybe even fetishizing and associating any of those words with her makes you cringe, makes you ache with rage at yourself, but -
She.
Shines.
She is the agonizing sun in your eyes when you are driving and the sunbeams that feed the flowers in your garden.
both the highlight of your day and also the worst part
for the warmth in your chest, the fire in your heart,
You suppress and deny until you are almost fool enough to believe yourself when you say “i’m not in love, i’m not in love, i’m not in love”
She shines
She shines so bright it hurts, but you want it to hurt, you can’t imagine it any other way
So you burn, and you burn alone, and maybe always will, because the words dancing inside you -
“Hi, my name is - ”
“I like your skirt”
“What was the homework for Spanish?”
“Hey! I noticed the scratch down your arm, I also have a cat - actually, I have three”
- die before they reach your tongue.
… she’s probably straight, anyway.
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 5:18 AM UTC
Why
Why
why
why
I left because of all that happened
but I was banned anyways
for "dehumanizing" you
I said nothing
i was silent
I'm sorry for what ever i did
I'm sorry that I broke your heart
and I made you feel like
less of a person
I just want to know why
banning me was valid.
why would you manipulate the mods like that?
what the ****
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 4:25 AM UTC
Every day, as the clock strikes ten
You march into the office
Swinging your arms back and forth
In a crude imitation of Herr ******
As the eyes of every employee
Focus on your cold, black ones
As if by magic
A deafening silence fills the office
As Hope turns into Despair
Trust turns into Betrayal
Confidence turns into Insecurities
Love turns into Hate
And Peace turns into Pieces
As your ringing voice fills the air
Resulting in a cacophony
Louder than those infernal firecrackers
Everybody's worst nightmare comes true
As you yell at your team
Mocking all their painstaking efforts
Dehumanizing them with casteist remarks
Your voice cuts into their feelings
Like a knife through butter
Leaving wounds so deep
That the scars shine brightly
For the rest of their lives
You are not an employer
You are a cruel, sadistic tyrant
Hiding behind the facade
Of a concerned maternal figure
However, as with all tyrants
The day will eventually arrive
When you are toppled
From your lofty throne
Your business will sink
Just as the Titanic did
You will be in huge debt
Your ill-gotten gains evaporating into thin air
As your erstwhile employees have their last laugh
It is you, who will be left
With wounds so deep
That the scars shine brightly
For the rest of your miserable life
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 10:59 AM UTC
They run.
They scream.
They beg for help.
Their homes are burned.
The women are *****
The children are tortured.
Everyone is killed.
A savior amidst the government and yet her lips sit on top of each other, only opening to condemn the persecuted Rohingya...
A Nobel Peace Prize winner revealing herself as an assailant of ethics.
The Rohingya.
The humans denied aid by almost every brother and sister,
THOUSANDS of men, women, children,
are drowning, burning, pleaing for mercy,
as you sit in your comfy chair and read this poem,
as i sit in this bed writing this poem.
The Rohingya are looking into the eyes of a Buddhist state;
looking down the barrel of a gun pointed at them from infancy.
An entire culture dedicated to dehumanizing humans...
An entire coalition of states conforming to locking the Rohingya out...
A state committing textbook genocide.
A world subduing to textbook ignorance.
And the Rohingya fighting for the right to live
For the right to be
Human
The Rohingya must not flee, nor fear persecution, for We shall stand by the Rohingya!
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 10:59 PM UTC
I have seen the future of our world.
I have seen the sunrise of tomorrow.
I have seen Muslims shake hands with Christians.
I have seen hope buried beneath the rubble in Aleppo.
I have seen a world
come full circle
back into each other's arms,
like two lover's
that are meant to be together,
but have been at war for so long
they can't remember why.
I have looked into the eyes
of all God's creatures
and have seen that spark.
That light
that shines so brilliantly
it must be a soul.
Because nothing else
fuels that kind of hope.
Nothing else stops you
dead in your tracks
and makes you see
that we are all one.
We are all connected.
To each other,
and to this beautiful planet
we call home.
If more people
stared into the eyes
of the people they hated,
maybe we wouldn't
erase hate altogether,
but we would
strengthen tolerance.
Maybe then
we would stop
dehumanizing each other,
and start complimenting
each other instead.
Maybe our children
wouldn't come home
from school crying,
or in trouble
because they want
to build a wall,
or send Muslims
back to Islam.
Maybe,
our daughters
wouldn't have to worry
about being *******
by men
because her skirt
was just to short.
I have seen the future.
The future doesn't
look like this present.
The future is bright.
The future is ready for peace.
Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 5:42 PM UTC
Looking to the screen
*The ****** of the masses*
Numbing us
Dehumanizing
Oh to live
In the age of ice cream
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 10:17 PM UTC
Dear customers,
I had no idea my name was
Dear, honey, baby
Or hey, you
Thank you for informing and dehumanizing me
By giving me these new titles which you deem appropriate
Just because I am a woman
Or a person who is serving the likes of you.
Dear customers,
Holiday season is supposed to be joyous
Just because you feel you can indulge
Doesn't mean you need to order everything on the menu
I mean hey, I get it
Who am I to judge your life choices?
After all, I work in fast food
So that must mean I am lazy and incompetent
Right?
Dear customers,
Specifically, teenage boys.
I don't quite know who you're trying to impress
But none of us find it funny when you
Scream into the drive thru speaker.
Or make a mess of our lobby
Or order $40 worth your weight in beef
And deep-fried delicacies
Fifteen minutes before closing time.
Dear customers,
The next time you throw money at me
Your hand comes with it.
I am not a piggy bank with a slit in my side
Nor am I a fountain for you to toss your spare change into.
You can take the extra half a second to place your fee into my hand
Thank you.
Dear customers,
Here's the section where I discuss the
****** old men who hit on me.
Some classic charmer's that sent me head over heals are
"Your voice is so **** you should be a phone *** operator"
-Anonymous ******* about 45
And
"Why don't you lean over the counter and let me spank you"
-Secret **** bag, closer to 50
That is just scratching the surface
But you get the idea.
Dear customers,
The answer to
"How are you today?"
Is not
"I'll take a number three"
With a scowl on your face.
However, it is also not
"Oh well my sister's dog died"
"And my chiropractor's daughter's son has a doctor's appointment today"
"Oh, and did you see the medal my grandson won?"
Why can no one ever answer a simple
"Lovely, thanks, and you?"
Dear customers,
Sorry to burst your egotistical bubbles
But you are not always right.
Dear customers,
Lastly,
If I clearly have one foot out the door
It does not mean ask me for something.
I am no longer indebted to you.
I'm out.
Goodbye.
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 8:26 PM UTC
Reading bad poetry,
writing bad poetry,
existing as a subpar slice of
unemotional prose.
I'm a singsong
last-ditch singalong;
ding-dong-ditch me,
***** me out.
Slice me up and
lay me out to dry.
I cut onions:
I don't cry.
You ignore me:
I don't mind.
Remember me
as a sad story and not a person.
It'll be gratifying,
albeit dehumanizing,
patronizing,
but at least you'll be sympathizing
as I'm unsurprisingly capsizing.
Right now I'm realizing
that I wanna be the hungry waves
and not the sinking ship;
the sharp harpoon and not
unfortunate Moby ****
I wanna be the brick
instead of the window pane;
I wanna be the ****** sword
and not the bleeding slain.
So the inferiority complex that's been harrowingly ingrained
inside of my needlessly idle brain
can **** off once again,
because I'm gonna be the poet now,
not the reader, page, nor pen.
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 11:44 PM UTC
As excited to return as he was to leave
Bright eyes such bright eyes
He senses my pain
We enter...
....
He skips to his drink
Downs it in one
Plods off to corner
Flops down in the cool shade
Raising a quizzical eyebrow
Then doses off with a contented sigh
....
Click, click of the mouse
The key to the asylum gate turns
The inmates scream out beyond my screen
Some live in heaven others in hell
Perversely I sit here
Omnipresent
My fingers jabbing at the keyboard
Harvesting the daily cruelties of mankind
Kind of "men"
I'm sick
At least sickened
I SEE WAR
LOTS OF HIDEOUS WAR
TWISTED CORPSES
INSANITY
GRIEF
I see twisted politicians pretending to care
Banks rubbing their hands with glee
Arms manufacturers celebrating bonuses
I see death equals money for some
Lots of death = Lots of money
Kids shelled on a beach, hospitals destroyed
"well they use human shields"
So that must mean those humans are worthless?
I see a death toll of 1400...and RISING!
I see no God
I see genocide
Clicking and typing just makes it worse
Calling each other "dogs" a repeated curse
Dogs!
Dehumanizing the enemy
For the purpose of easy slaughter.
The devoted mother and father
The innocent son and daughter
Where is this God?
Either/ any version will do
Or is it all about NOTHING!
Nothing but ********** and greed.
Click, click...
ISIS
When will humanity wake up
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 6:21 PM UTC
I'm back *******
which I happen to say pleases me
yes I know technically I'm cursing
but that saying empowers me
it makes me feel strong
as if nothing can stop me
I'm back *******
dehumanizing you
strengthens me
as if I am something more than what they told me
I'm back bitches
as if I was ever here in the first place
Just making me feel like I will accomplish something
I'm back *******
now say if after me
We're back bitches
and this time we will never stop being
We're back bitches
It's time we show you what being a ***** really means
We're back bitches
try to stop us now
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 11:01 PM UTC
As a child they warned you,
that you should never talk to
strangers for they do you no
good.
As a child they told you that,
if a boy makes fun of you
its normal even to the point that
you start questioning yourself at
such a young age.
As a child they told you that,
fat is the most insulting word
to ever exist in the dictionary.
As a child they told you that,
you should to be kind to others
but no one told you that this world
is filled with cruel people lurking around
in hopes to destroy you and your
happiness.
As a child they told you that,
if you're a girl you should only be
playing with a doll and if your
a guy you should only stick with your
race car... instilling into our young minds
who we should be and neglecting
who we really are.
As a child they told you that,
love is the greatest thing you could
ever do to yourself but no one told you
that the minute that person leaves you
for another one; your world also
cracks.
As a child they told you that,
if you do well in school and that
if you ace all those exams you'll
feel good but hey, no one told me
that i have to fight the battle with
my own mental health and future
because you always have to remind
me that grades future... grades future.
give me a break.
As a child they told you that,
if an old man compliments
you about how **** you are
and how good those jeans
looks on you, you should
feel the need to thanked them
well **** those people who
created that concept.
As a child they told you that,
monsters aren't real that they're
nothing but mere works of our
imagination but then i met you;
you destroyed me and every inch
of my veins.
Instead of always dehumanizing us
because apparently we're--
too young to question the authority
too young to speak out
too young to see the problem
too young to even live.
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 3:01 PM UTC
I stop in my tracks,
Listening
A hollow clinking in the darkness
In an alleyway, somewhat familiar
Vacant and forgotten in the twilight hours
Except for the lingering cigarette smoke
And the scent of dehumanizing hate
And a clink
Low and somehow beneath the dense, dank dark
A sound disillusioning and honed to a fine point, like that of a blade meant to harvest death
A clink
And another clink
There is a man sitting near the end of the alley
At the back of the throat of Hell itself
He has his head down
But through the thick black smudge of night
I can still see the base of a brown glass bottle tap the bottom of an upper row of teeth
He stops, and looks up at me with eyes that resemble mine a little too much for my comfort
He brings the bottle down, and lowers his head, gazing at it as if for the first time
Suddenly he snaps his eyes up to mine, instantly staring into the deep void that is my soul
He smiles a knowing smile, and thrusts the bottle against his teeth one last time.
It does much more than clink.
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 3:17 AM UTC
It's crazy ya know
how everything I own
can just be wrapped up in boxes
trophies and awards
pictures and accomplishments
all tucked neatly away
my favorite pens and pencils
stuffed into burlap sacks
it's almost like it wasn't real
the first 18 years of my life
like it was all a game
that no matter what I did
I'd end up here
the only difference being
how many trophies
were neatly tucked away
like my whole life has been a checklist
like I was nothing extraordinary
there is nothing more dehumanizing
than being able to put everything you love in a box
it's just weird that it's over
it was always going to end
but I never thought it would be OVER
that's all
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC
You've got a lead-filled crown atop your head
Tilts forward and backward
Like a swaying pendulum
Heavy is the head, they say
But you'd know better than they would
So tell me, how does it feel?
To have all the power
All the knowledge
All the glory?
How does it feel
To know that every failure
Every death
Every illness
Every act of hatred on this earth
Is your fault?
To be omnipotent
You must accept all actions as your own
You are the most responsible
For all the actions
That have taken place
Look in the mirror and see infinity
Because you created yourself to create entirety
And the best part is
All this guilt
Will be forgotten
All the shame
Will be forgotten
All the dehumanizing things you feel
Will be forgotten
And the depth to which you sunk
Will be forgotten
And the powers you might wield
Will be forgotten
When you wake
For only in dreams
Can you control as you did before
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 10:35 PM UTC
Soft!
( it's a dyin sound
A
Subtle lonely sigh
It shatters the night!
HERE WE ARE!
-----where are we?-----
.
Will anybody answer now?)
-___-
CONTEMPLATING!
What?
WHAT ARE WE-----contemplating
With all our Might?
----
CONTEMPLATING
within the soft sigh of
The dying as it Sounds
----
--
Will anybody answer now?
------
All images
The symbols of olden stories
Simply expressed
So that the truth of the day
Might be seen
Known
And dealt with
--
These are useless now
.
We are left to our own devices
We must speak clearly
WE MUST ANSWER ALL QUESTIONS
WITH TOTAL HONESTY
AND COURAGE
We must enter the story.!
We must stand true to what we are CONTEMPLATING!
..
There can be no disconnections
No obscuration
No hiding
No lying
.
We are to be
ONE WITH THE DYING
--
It is
Our sighs sounding
--
The QUESTION LONG LINGERS
we must answer now
----
--
Wake up kids!
You are not an EXTRA
In some phoney tv advertisement
A product!
A mere HUMAN *****
Seeking love
In a sterile high school environment
Attempting
To end the boredom of your parent's
Mastorbatory existence
Within their enslavement
To capitalism and its dehumanizing games!
--
You are put here------FREE!
.
To think for yourself
To LOVE as yourself
.
To hear and to heed
The dying!
The soft sighs
Of lovers
The subtle new images
Formed out of the remnants
Of all the criminally unnecessary suffering
---
Soft!
The dying sounds
Yields to
REBIRTH'S SONG
Sung aloud
By the FREE SOULS
the DARING
LOVELY
COURAGEOUS
CHILDREN
(Such as yourselves)
---
Racing thru the corridors
Out to the streets
Leading to whatever it is
YOU ARE CONTEMPLATING
do not be afraid to say it now
--
THE WORLD IS YOURS
do not be afraid to say so,
Now
May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC
I'm Aurianna.
I'm so many things actually, it all depends on who you ask.
To myself... at times I am destruction.
My emotions destroy.
I am hurt.
I am only 18, who did you want me to be?
You abused me.
You destroyed me for a time, and yet still all the time.
I want to be free.
Did I build these chains link by link or did you help me?
You beat me physically while she beat me mentally.
The perfect destructive team you two made.
All without realizing.
All without each other.
Yet at times I am strong, I stand tall to protect others.
Although a single person can raise their voice to me and I shatter into a million little pieces.
I never amount to other peoples expectations of me, so in return, I am looked down upon.
My whole life really.
The secret abuse that led to many failures.
I have so many problems that I cannot fathom enough to put into words.
I fail at expressing how I feel because I don't know how.
You never taught me how.
They ask me whose fault it is that I am like this.
I say it's mine.
Why?
Because I'm eighteen.
In the eyes of the law, I am officially an adult.
Responsible for only myself.
Am I falling apart yet again?
Or have I never actually been quite pieced together?
Do I accept your screaming, dehumanizing comments and threats for the hope that someday, just someday I will be granted parental affection?
Or do I not deserve that either?
Do I deserve better?
Because I really don't know.
You're sorry... that I know.
You have said it many times before.
Only to turn around and do the same things you've already apologized for.
Feeling is what makes me human, but too much of anything is cancer to the heart.
Your words hurt me.
They always have.
Worse than any beating I have and will endure.
Your words are my cancer.
I am fighting for my freedom.
With or without you.
For I have always been alone.
I have found my strength in that.
Because I am me.
Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 4:16 PM UTC
Insecurity
In a world full of ugliness, lies, and deceit.
From my mother's mouth "I hate you." "You're the devil." "You're flat chested.""You're a whore.""You're fat."
From the beautiful, voluptuous, intelligent girls, I compare myself to
From my ex-boyfriends, who made jokes about my body
I'll never be good enough, because society has a distorted view of how we should look, act, think, and feel.
Social media has plagued our minds with irrelevant garbage and has provided a stage for public degradation.
We are victims to its unexplainable gander.
With such a heavy influence on appearance, people everywhere are striving to look like celebrities.
With the promotion of insecurity, loving yourself is one of the hardest challenges to conquer.
Telling yourself "I'm worthy," is inconceivable.
We consume ourselves with obsessions, making confidence unachievable.
It's an endless cycle of demeaning others to make ourselves feel adequate.
We can also choose to cope with self harm or suicide.
The utterance, "No one can save you, but yourself."
Very few people reap positivity.
Very few people will encourage you.
Dehumanizing you
Humiliating you
Degrading you
Try not to feel angry,
Try not to feel depressed.
Maybe one day we'll overcome this, but self-loathing is what we do best.
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 1:01 PM UTC