"harrasing" poems - Hello Poetry

Haven't eaten in two days Put it on blast Im fasting on keys This white girl keeps harrasing me Lowkey i hate what its turned poor Ashley Didnt mean to become what i said i wouldn't Made fun of the ones who couldn't Now i tell myself i shouldn't But beg her to please shoot it Highkey i love the ride it provides Indulge my soul let it slip inside No pain to when i puncture but i lie Remind myself why Then who To where did i met and looked into her eyes I sit there and conversate with the love of my life i guess im not straight lesbian crush on Crissy shes always on my mind and ill **** with her till the day i stop dreaming Till the day i stop puffing and heaving Basically stop breathing My holy trinity

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May 22, 2015

May 22, 2015 at 11:40 AM UTC

ashlamzz

Lowkey Highkey im fasting on Keys

Haven't eaten in two days Put it on blast Im fasting on keys This white girl keeps harrasing me Lowkey i hate what its turned poor Ashley Didnt mean to become what i said i wouldn't Made fun of the ones who couldn't Now i tell myself i shouldn't But beg her to please shoot it Highkey i love the ride it provides Indulge my soul let it slip inside No pain to when i puncture but i lie Remind myself why Then who To where did i met and looked into her eyes I sit there and conversate with the love of my life i guess im not straight lesbian crush on Crissy shes always on my mind and ill **** with her till the day i stop dreaming Till the day i stop puffing and heaving Basically stop breathing My holy trinity

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The wind of the lines Words that are unhinged and woeful Vunerable enslaved with fear As my anger grows heavy Yet I guilt myself into you My pretty red lipstick is ruined Covered in your cheap sticky *********** Having me feel shamed You don't handle rejection My guts are shattered You make me eat the blame Harrasing me until I'm lifeless Then you mock me As I spill my veins

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Sep 20, 2013

Sep 20, 2013 at 10:43 PM UTC

flawless-contradictions-1

The Distress Of My Past (Adult Content)

The wind of the lines Words that are unhinged and woeful Vunerable enslaved with fear As my anger grows heavy Yet I guilt myself into you My pretty red lipstick is ruined Covered in your cheap sticky *********** Having me feel shamed You don't handle rejection My guts are shattered You make me eat the blame Harrasing me until I'm lifeless Then you mock me As I spill my veins

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Every day,every hour,every minute a new life takes its course on earth. Be it a plant,an animal or us human beings. Everyone grows from scrapes,like a climber which if not cut down shall never stop its growth. But who owns that right to cut it down? Now try to imagine yourself in the place of that climber. You're happy,content and living. You owe nobody except the people you love :your parents,your sisters,brothers and friends.But suddenly you're no longer alive to see the smiling faces of your loved ones. They come and fire three bullets into your already withered body,after all those beating and harrasing. What was your fault? You didn't owe them anything! Nothing! You ask yourself,'Who gave them the right to exercise an upper hand in all these brutality? First of all,who are these savages called 'they'?' Are they not human beings like you and me? You screamed. You were just a child,when they were molesting you. Did you know that it was coming to you? Had you've known you'd have never gone out of the house that day. 'I just wanted to play marbles',you whimpered in pain after your body was thrown into a cold chamber consisting of hundred other dead bodies. You can't feel your scarred body anymore. 'Mama,Papa,stay inside'- your last words. 'There were no bad and good, No evil or angelic. Killing became a hobby of those whose meaning of 'their' race became a matter of consequence.'

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Jan 16, 2015

Jan 16, 2015 at 12:13 PM UTC

babylona-bora

This World

Every day,every hour,every minute a new life takes its course on earth. Be it a plant,an animal or us human beings. Everyone grows from scrapes,like a climber which if not cut down shall never stop its growth. But who owns that right to cut it down? Now try to imagine yourself in the place of that climber. You're happy,content and living. You owe nobody except the people you love :your parents,your sisters,brothers and friends.But suddenly you're no longer alive to see the smiling faces of your loved ones. They come and fire three bullets into your already withered body,after all those beating and harrasing. What was your fault? You didn't owe them anything! Nothing! You ask yourself,'Who gave them the right to exercise an upper hand in all these brutality? First of all,who are these savages called 'they'?' Are they not human beings like you and me? You screamed. You were just a child,when they were molesting you. Did you know that it was coming to you? Had you've known you'd have never gone out of the house that day. 'I just wanted to play marbles',you whimpered in pain after your body was thrown into a cold chamber consisting of hundred other dead bodies. You can't feel your scarred body anymore. 'Mama,Papa,stay inside'- your last words. 'There were no bad and good, No evil or angelic. Killing became a hobby of those whose meaning of 'their' race became a matter of consequence.'

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One, Of no importance I am "This poor chap" They said "To no point,'this' has no future " They stressed. I kept to myself and did what I could My replies were cheap They gave me no oxygen They gave no friendship They have me no time. I kept to myself and did what i could . Two. Out of my slumber The star of success I met The key to passing an exam The key to winning over great people How crazy I turned I cannot tell Teachers became my best Great people their tail they mocked of my tender age Harrasing me and saying "Boi,go tell mwalimu" I kept to myself and did what I could Three. Secret admirers No open points to meet Just silence and feeling the love commotions respect and joy began to grow People started hiding their nature A fake sight of happiness and involving Fake attention and forced smiles In one way I feel them but held back by some force I felt alone though And could brush myself over twigs on my way Pleasure in comparable Moved by my own words Having a shocking stand Guided by my own signs Greater a move I felt But still, I kept to myself and did what I could. Four. Thinking big Planning great Openness and suprises "How great can this man be" They wondered Full trust from all Young and old Respect and joy Carefully planning my steps "How could I be such?'' I could ask myself Fear of loss and doubts of my nature Firm decision and standing ideas How great at my 24? My aims bigger that biggest× More than most× But still not the best. I am keeping to myself and doing what I can.

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Jan 30, 2015

Jan 30, 2015 at 2:03 AM UTC

kfc

my FOUR stars

One, Of no importance I am "This poor chap" They said "To no point,'this' has no future " They stressed. I kept to myself and did what I could My replies were cheap They gave me no oxygen They gave no friendship They have me no time. I kept to myself and did what i could . Two. Out of my slumber The star of success I met The key to passing an exam The key to winning over great people How crazy I turned I cannot tell Teachers became my best Great people their tail they mocked of my tender age Harrasing me and saying "Boi,go tell mwalimu" I kept to myself and did what I could Three. Secret admirers No open points to meet Just silence and feeling the love commotions respect and joy began to grow People started hiding their nature A fake sight of happiness and involving Fake attention and forced smiles In one way I feel them but held back by some force I felt alone though And could brush myself over twigs on my way Pleasure in comparable Moved by my own words Having a shocking stand Guided by my own signs Greater a move I felt But still, I kept to myself and did what I could. Four. Thinking big Planning great Openness and suprises "How great can this man be" They wondered Full trust from all Young and old Respect and joy Carefully planning my steps "How could I be such?'' I could ask myself Fear of loss and doubts of my nature Firm decision and standing ideas How great at my 24? My aims bigger that biggest× More than most× But still not the best. I am keeping to myself and doing what I can.

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