"ganging" poems
Unmotivated Tears
I used to criticize
The eyes
Of those I knew
Who, at
Drops of a hat
Shed tears of ardor: God-knows-what.
Ascribing it
To vitamins and lack thereof,
Past, present and/or too much ‘love’.
Too something/something out of balance;
Nothing but a prevalence
Of yin or yang
Ganging up
On both those ducts.
Uncaring and unfeelingly – I used to be.
Now, at eighty-three it’s me.
I may need hormone therapy.
Or is it age sagacity -
Unmotivated tears
Based on a grasp of life’s chimere
That takes in all -
An all which makes one engineered
By tears
One must defer to.
Unmotivated Tears 4.24.2018 I Is Always You Is We; Nature Of & In Reality; Circling Round Aging; Arlene Corwin
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 8:10 AM UTC
Time somebody told me.
I was wasting my time ganging unworthy friends.
Time somebody told me.
Loving myself is my number one priority
Loving others can come next.
Time somebody told me.
There is no “I” in every single word.
Time somebody told me.
I am beautiful,
And my face is too.
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 9:05 PM UTC
Been a while sorry I am behind on reads,
overly buzzed busier reading these;
~Hearts Of All~~
*I Try Might...
With much mightly...*
In My Own
Sorting of
Trance!!!
Dancing In LOVE's
Joyly Fun Seeking
Thine Rightfully
Divined Kiss's
Thine Divine
All Willing
Alrighty
Got
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Out of
*Ode Baseless
Fearful Trances
Hypnotic Spell's*
Broken Freed
~Of IT ALL~
Abusively
Already
Leave's
If You
Let It
Be!!
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This is my remedy need too;
~~Solutions Want Need Of Their Remedies As Much,
As A True Remedy Wants Their Need Of Solutions.~~
More Right Better
Than needing selfishly sought wants any day,
Who How!!!
~One by for one by two of each others just for starters.~
~~Love seeks need always as need is calling of Love too truly!!!~~
Is this not then for each others better of the seeding,
growing than shoving else of each other's else's
~Thine Divine Bliss's off!!!~~
Uprooting and or smothering one way or any other!!
Overly too close to call home to or,
From when more too eerily at all!!!
Nice though so well thee,
WRITE OF ALL!!!
Very Touching Real Deep!!
So well you All Do Speak!!
Now too I am remembering as much as Eye
Try ever to believe how ever tender forgiving,
And understanding can be, be endlessly!!!!!
*It's offensive defensive covering,
Of self hate to hard to conceive,*
That can will to go on in such like ways,
Death walking till blood stops pumping,
~Does not sound like the plan,
That We Inwardly Receive!!~~
*Too many lies from to many partners,
In preference-ing of ganging together,
In our latest smash successes so oft,
Momentary and addictive pleasures.
So shallow freaky speaky creepy as,
Much is dead just above ground!!!*
Oooh ouch!!!
Please!!!
~SELF,
OTHER~~
~FORGIVENESS
BREATHE ~~
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~Sa Sa~
~Ra~
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Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 8:01 PM UTC
My metaphor is better for the bin
My simile just says silly me
A joke, lost in translation
Wood, hidden by the trees
So I talk to the wind
Panning truths which dry to sand,
falling ashen.
Look to the cloud's lining
filing away like smoke
Out of time, out of sorts
Caught in a vortex
Time ganging up
Clogging, fogging
Come back mojo
Jun 8, 2012
Jun 8, 2012 at 11:57 AM UTC
Laughing with my friends
Betraying my step-sister
She's wishing for this to end
While I become more sinister
Hitting her
Manipulating she
Claiming I'm her brother
While a female, I am he
Letting my sister pour out her feelings
Using it later to my advantage
Using her for my feedings
Putting her into a disadvantage
God, I love blackmail
Calling her a crybaby when she cries like a baby
Just because I hit her in the head
While she's crying on her bed
I try to reason with my parents, claiming I hit her “lightly”
Thinking I'm rightly
Easily getting myself out of situations
Easily throwing degradations
At my sister
Knowing it's best for her
Knowing it's the best for mere skin and bones
Manipulating situations to get out of sticky situations
Leaving the blame to my sister
Leaving my past more sinister
Knowing how to get past the situation after choking my sister
Getting away with choking her after multiple attempts to end her life
Threatening to stab her with a knife
Yelling at her
Shouting at her
Just to make her feel bad
Just to make her feel sad
Just so I can push myself higher up the mountain
While she falls in a tin
At the bottom of the mountain
Watching her as she fell
Letting her drown in the pits of hell
As I'm viewed as the angel of the family
Not once treating her like family
Ended up making her have anxiety
Not having a single ounce of pity
Ended up making her sleep deprived
Looking as if she could never survive
Making her have insomnia
Well, that's too bad! See ya!
Ended up making her have the “sad syndrome"
Honestly, that not my problem- "um
Who said that?”
Next day
I view my sister as the “most perfect angel
Such a perfect and beautiful angel”
As I say to make her think I still like her
Manipulating her still
Letting her know I'm a walking light switch
Letting her know I'm a manipulative *****
Making it seem as if I love her
But I'd much prefer my father
Letting her do what she wanted for tonight
She wanted to sleep with me tonight
Before she fell to sleep
Before I fell asleep
I gave her hickeys
She tried to push me off as I gave her hickeys
But she couldn't since she wasn't strong
I knew it was wrong
But continued to do it
As she screamed at it
Yet nobody came to save her
Leaving her
They then labeled her as “problematic"
They labeled her as "dramatic”
Knowing that I was "asleep”
But I so desperately wanted to to sleep
Doing this for years on end
Ganging up on her with my friends
Loved doing this but it's time for playtime to come to an end
Dec 13, 2024
Dec 13, 2024 at 11:26 PM UTC
It feels like hating me is like a leathal lotto
Different days different ppl more flawed ppl trying to bring me down to their level than come up to mine
If its not a drunk aunt on my case I'd have mor respect if she was sober
It's my underachiever cousins ganging up on me
Maybe my adolescent siblings trying to give me a hard time
My drug addict uncle going off on me because he doesn't have that fix
Over my divorced relatives hate on my happiness since I didn't make the mistake called marriage.
You act like somebody in my world but in others your nobody and have no say.
Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 2:20 AM UTC
How about for one day we all just kick it,
Without hating anyone,
Without talking **** or wanting to fight,
Asking our enemies how they're doing,
Not have to walk out the door of our
home worrying whether or not our
family will be alright.
Count on one another,
Get into a relationship without the intention of
******* on the first date
and ******** people over.
Whether you think it or not,
all this **** rots your mind.
And because of the way society is raised,
we are all guilty of doing these things.
There's no longer such thing as a pure heart,
kids are ganging up on kids because they think it's a joke
people are picking on those with autism.
Have you ever seen a kid with autism cry?
You think those you call "retarted" have no feelings
and are just happy all the time?
You're wrong,
and that's an excuse that runs through everyones mind,
saying **** you don't mean destroys others.
Not only others but you as well,
How about you walk up to him and give him a hug,
and when you do you'll know what real love is,
that person with autism should charge you a grand
so that you could know what real love is.
This person doesn't need to know you,
doesn't care about how many people you've hurt,
i guarantee he will hug you knowing he better
make it worth it because he just might
not see you again,
Your mind rots,
that is why you think it is okay to seek revenge
on those who do you wrong,
you seek to ruin their life,
but that's okay,
it's normal,
cause that's the way we were raised.
Have you ever thought,
maybe i shouldn't care?
Maybe these people already suffer enough as it is.
The truth is,
everyone suffers,
just in different ways.
The problem is that when you speak of kids from
Africa who are poor with no clothes,
you swear to be on their side and you swear like
you don't suffer the same.
But when that person comes to the U.S,
where is the help now?
You see him with eyes that judge,
and you say,
"I'm glad i don't live that way."
While he is thinking:
"I'm happy im alive,
i'm happy i'm not blind and i could see these
people with big blue eyes, green eyes brown eyes
light skin, brown skin,
and many different races."
Well you're really fcken blessed aren't you?
How about putting some clothes on his back,
and inviting him to your home to eat;
This kid was raised to ****** with a machete against his own will,
and he was saved.
You,
You're mind is full of dirt and you don't even know it.
You think you don't suffer the same?
You think that you are blessed because you have
clothes on your back?
Help those around you,
Pray for them,
and pray for God to fix your problems as well.
Cause you don't have the power to fix them,
and the only way your rotten mind will
think they are fixed is by putting those around you, under you.
This is the ideal world,
the ideal day,
but it will never exist how sad is that.
Love those around you,
cause tomorrow they'll be gone.
And your wish will come true,
your enemies will be gone too.
Society needs to change
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 8:06 PM UTC
"Kids can be mean," they said.
"Kids can be immature."
They told us that kids can
do things they normally wouldn't
without really thinking things through.
They didn't warn us, though,
that those same kids
would smile at you in the halls
and treat you like a friend
when you were face to face.
They never warned us
that kids would be cruelest
when they could hide behind
the mask of the word "anonymous"
and walk away, totally blameless.
We weren't ever told
that the harshest things said to us
would be from kids we thought liked us—
and we'd never even know which "friends"
we're saying things to hurt us.
"Kids can be mean," they said,
"but they won't really mean it.
It's just being swept up in the mindset
that acceptance will come from
judging those that are being judged."
And they sometimes tried to tell us,
but so few of us listened…
the power we have
to stop the kids ganging up on kid
is just as strong
as the power we have to start it.
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 11:42 AM UTC
Be a soldier
**** men
Be a hero
Be a civilian
**** men
Be sentenced to death by THE man
No no
Let me clarify
It's okay
When the man kills the man who kills the other man
Because we can't **** the men in OUR great country
Treason
Just the men of OTHERS
Loyalty
And I think of it like sibling rivalries
Ganging up on one another
Under the same roof
Now
Let me tell you of the greatest country in the world
Settlers
Brave souls who had to evict the native Americans
Because only savages don't have guns
And resistors did die
But we won our land
(Christened in their blood)
Grabbing at it like pocketed gas station goodies
And it was easy enough
To suspend your conscience for long enough
We learned
So last week I decided to walk into the nicest house I could find and claim it mine
It didn't work
Maybe next time I'll bring my guns
And as their fear becomes my power
I don't know what I'll become
But I think Niccolo put it best
Better being feared than loved
So we point our nukes at the bad men
The ones that live in the less civilized (less american) parts
Because violence is NOT the answer, kids, but war is
Civilian
If you wish to ****
Go buy a gun
And **** yourself
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 3:18 AM UTC
they say they can do heads in
whatever that means only them knows
they say they can alter personalities
i say i have already altered your personalities
made y'all obsessives I'm jumping in your minds
y'all think you've got snowflakes like ya'll
swing from rope, male suicide is the largest killer in ya land
they can't handle pressure, no spine mommy's boys
my mate, my mate its all about ganging up,
alone, they disintegrate and panic, they are made weak
they talk of love yet they're plastic superficiality
will do anything to belong, can't abide themselves
cause it's all empty air and bravado
all semblance no substance, they use money to buy love
money gone love disappears cause they keep nothing real
they are incapable of truth, snipers, back-biters inveterate gossips
pretenders and actors always scared of realities and the truth
cannot deal face to face because they know not how to relate
follow the crowd, do as others do, we are all equals
EQUALS, my ****
what makes you think I am like you, spineless inadequates
unequipped, un-prepared indulgent saps of nanny county
We love our moms, yes she cooks, clean, tidy and even ***** you
And these are the ones that wanna do heads in, alter personalities
NO we are not all the same
you are dross
I am quality
AS you were, park lifers, go sup another pint...
Jul 16, 2019
Jul 16, 2019 at 4:10 PM UTC
2 dai its like one of those days my head fill so havy i never would have though that love could be so hard,know my head its like a baloon thats about to pop my mind is ganging up on my heart as it is getting weak esif the devel is holding ma soul in the porm of his hend smiling weiting for me to loose ma wai 2 take the chance,bt as long as i see the light through out the support of my friendz iwil never wark alone even when the nights along even when i loose your love bt i hope i wil find it one's more and be able 2 smile with u
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 3:33 PM UTC
here’s the thing: I never expected to have to let you go.
you were ripped away and here I was memorizing your favorite things so I could surprise you with them, here I was drinking my coffee the same way you drink yours.
it all follows me around, you know.
you follow me.
I can’t go anywhere without running into you.
you know you were the first thing I looked forward to-
I mean really treasured-
in forever.
I talk tough. you haven’t known me long enough to know that.
we’ve all been hurt, and we all use our pain differently.
I built a ******* fortress out of my heartbreak.
half a bottle of ***** later,
I can’t remember why I let you in so quickly.
some part of me really wanted you, I guess.
still does, I guess.
but here I am holding my heart in my ******* hands like a sacrifice.
my heart has better places to be, I hope you know.
I hope you know.
I spend a lot of time trying to talk myself out of you.
I ask other people to talk me out of you.
everyone tells me what I want to hear but it only clears my conscience. my mind is made up.
my idiot mind knows full well what it wants,
my heart knows what it wants,
it seems these days like they’re ganging up on me.
I’m tired of answering for my heart and its recklessness.
I’m not sure what to do with this feeling.
I sit across from it in silence. I drink about it at night.
my heart aches and my brain is disgusted with how easily I let this happen.
Oh, how easily I let you happen.
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 11:10 PM UTC
I believe that every conscious being travels this road
Where nothing is completely given or reached
Where everything completely stop but never goes
This road diverged into either the left path or right
plagued with the decision of making a choice
The pressure of that inner voice
Speaking to you
of the consequences of each action
the good never out weigh the bad
The consequences never worth the results
The action of always sacrificing something in terms of ganging
It is the road that you cannot venture away
No matter where you turn
you always end up returning
this road is one who tampers with your mental capacity
Your morality
Your happiness
Your individuality
It happened too those before
and will to those after me
what a progressional tragedy
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 2:50 AM UTC
My dad always had a belly
from the back you wouldn’t have thought he was fat
but once he turned around
you noticed he carried boulders in his beer gut
and it made the best pillow a 4-8 year old boy could ask for
I told him that at night before bed
my head on his belly
we used to drink apple tango when we went and walked our dogs together
every weekend morning
Daddy wasn’t a rolling stone
but he was a man of business class transcontinental flights
important Dr. Baxter
he helped with my homework
because his patience ran deeper than most
but he was a volcano of suppressed emotion
one small **** up away from erupting
back when we were kids it was scary for my brothers and me
now we laugh about it
we’re all taller than him now
But I still remember living at the Sheridan for 3 weeks
all of us ganging up on him in the pool
the way he picked us up and tossed us with ease
a 5’6 210 lb man
and I remember all the fights
the last minute flights
me hiding in my bed with my hands covering my ears
him so quiet and rational
my Mum so explosive and passionate
I remember her crying on Christmas eve
when I was sneaking outside for a smoke
I remember anger and numbness
I wrote him a letter once
I never sent it
I remember how friends and family used to tell me how alike we were
how that went from a good thing to a bad thing
I remember meeting his dad for the first time
the other Harry Baxter
and I remember not liking him
I remember when he stole all of our money and left my Dad for a second time
I remember wanting to beat the life out of that old man
I’m still hoping for the chance
I don’t remember the boarding school he went to
or the brothers and sisters he never got to grow up with
or how his mother called me “the boy” until I was old enough to read
I remember being so angry at myself for not being able to be angry enough
but It’s been a while now since all the drama
and I’ve had time to think and cool off
and God **** being a Dad has to be a tough gig
but he was always there for us in some way
maybe not to talk about heartbreak
or life long dreams
but my life has been relatively easy
and I never found myself wanting
He is a strange, quiet man
nobody is harder to shop for
Mum always used to say his hobby was his children
and I get that
I mean, I’m still here
and I think that means he did something right
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 11:20 AM UTC
One day,
you would never have to drive on your own to work.
I will be there holding your hand
from short trips around the city
to road trips and long drives to anywhere we wish.
One day,
you wouldn't have to wake up
with a cold side on the bed.
I will be right there beside you
with your head on my chest
while I caress your hair
as I watch you sleep
and kiss you good night's and good morning's.
One day,
when you feel like the world is ganging up on you
and you need hugs and the hold of a warm hand
I won't be just a text message or Skype call away
but will be there by you.
Holding your hand,
as the whole world passes by.
One day,
this will all be our reality.
And this day,
will come real soon.
I love you my Annette, always.
Yours, and only yours,
Mims
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 12:56 PM UTC
I tried sleeping for about five minutes,
But my foot started twitching
And the lights started ganging up on me
And I swear there were spiders crawling up the trees painted on my wall to get to me
I watched the glass melt out of my window and thought,
"I want to be like that."
I want to melt into a world not dictated by fear
I'm afraid of my own skin,
Hoping that clothes will protect one hand from the other
I'm afraid of half-wit memories
Half faded
Half fuzzy
Half real
I really don't remember doing that thing I did in my sleep, but I'm going to pretend to
Sleep seems now so far away
The lights blink when I do and the spiders stop when I open my eyes
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 9:40 PM UTC
I'm drowning into that void again
I'm screaming, but no one's there
I reach out, but there's nothing to hold on to
I've found myself in this pit of misery
It's ganging up on me
The monsters and my demons
They've come to torture me
And there's no escape
I see no light, yet I feel the tears running down
I hear nothing, but my own cries
I'm ripping my hair off, feeling no pain at all
I'm used to it anyway
Don't you just hate it when you go into this state
Where you're not sure if anyone cares
Or gives the slightest **** about you?
Yeah, I hate it too
I'll claw on to what's not even there
Counting off for no reason
I just want to feel better
When does it all get better?
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 2:53 PM UTC
If you're in dire need of a fool,
More so that you burn innocence,
That must mean you ran out of tools,
And your fear is ganging up on you.
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 10:30 AM UTC
Learning to live once more
Learning to love again
How to share my thoughts
Trying to understand why,
Why it is I feel so lost
Discovering who I am
That sounds so lame
But ain't it the truth
A new life I've been give
A new beginning, how lucky I am
A life without drugs or alcohol
Who would have ever thought
That'd be the life I'm living today
Seems like I'd struggle
To stay clean and sober
To my suprise & everyone else,
It's been so easy
Sobriety isn't a issue
The real struggle I've had
Has I've been living this life
Is finding who I am
I know nothing about me
My likes, dislikes in anything
At least not as I'm sober
So sad to say when having that first date
"Tell me about you"
When I know nothing of me
Coping is different
Sad, mad, or stuck inbetween
I can only scream
No drugs to remove what it is I feel
No alcohol to block the memories
Everything is so real
All the pain I feel
From years of being blocked
All ganging up on me
How I wish I could just
Just turn to drugs
I've come so far
I must stay strong
But can these thoughts
Can these thoughts just leave me be.
As I'm just trying to find me .
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 10:58 PM UTC
Yes, I've seen the bane of your pitiful existence
I have seen the man, but that's just semantics
yes, I know all about your people's Power
but that's not Democracy its just nothing but crazy
yes, you all scream in buffoonish yell its Revenge
I say look closely and see you're all unhinged
yes, you all say you are playing living Checkmate
the thinkers might just say, look again it's all stale, mate
yes, I've heard you say, the man is a conservative
those in the know say you've been fooled by cons serving thieves
yes, you say you are demonstrating the power of the majority
ganging against one innocent person is just bullying and stupidity
yes, you call yourself civilized human being
all I see is some sad sick beings, being inhumane
yes, you and your sheep call it Solidarity
No, the proper tag is fascists Vulgarity
Go check yourselves mates
You're just an envious gang of Haters
Jul 25, 2019
Jul 25, 2019 at 10:43 AM UTC