"humilation" poems - Hello Poetry

everyone has that place their mind wanders to whenever boredom strikes, or whenever they become "zoned out" mine? my mind always imagines a ballerina in black, doing pirouette turns over and over again it's especially vivid whenever i'm listening to music over and over, round and round i only realized this today, & it made me wonder why my mind always drifted there i thought about it until i realized how fitting my conscious mind is always turning in circles so of course my subconscious mind would, too his hands on my body the reeking smell of alcohol and coercion my mother's lies my brother's handshake with the grim reaper the realization the humiliation the first time i told her i hated her the sting of her palm against my face my father's alcohol problem i can't escape alcohol my alcohol problem the feel of the blade against my skin the sterile smell of the crisis unit everyone's willingness to condemn & forget i don't forget my body his breath her lies death humilation the sting the alcohol the blood the sterility the pain the pain the pain over and over, round and round turning constant circles in my head i fall down

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Sep 16, 2018

Sep 16, 2018 at 1:06 AM UTC

lucid-nuntius

musings #2

everyone has that place their mind wanders to whenever boredom strikes, or whenever they become "zoned out" mine? my mind always imagines a ballerina in black, doing pirouette turns over and over again it's especially vivid whenever i'm listening to music over and over, round and round i only realized this today, & it made me wonder why my mind always drifted there i thought about it until i realized how fitting my conscious mind is always turning in circles so of course my subconscious mind would, too his hands on my body the reeking smell of alcohol and coercion my mother's lies my brother's handshake with the grim reaper the realization the humiliation the first time i told her i hated her the sting of her palm against my face my father's alcohol problem i can't escape alcohol my alcohol problem the feel of the blade against my skin the sterile smell of the crisis unit everyone's willingness to condemn & forget i don't forget my body his breath her lies death humilation the sting the alcohol the blood the sterility the pain the pain the pain over and over, round and round turning constant circles in my head i fall down

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Showy Seas Consuming Me Vanilla Lipsticks No one saw the teenage boy Fascinated by how well she hid her toys. Embarrassed I am O help the girl with severed dreams I do not wish to live here I do not wish to know this dream. I do not wish to be a young lady My words polite and sanitary I wish to travel like a mad man Like a dove Like a regret-less old lady Hair wisps Eyes liquid Soul watery O Let me be O Let me be, O Let me be I was clinical They were cynical I was a psychologist It was the crucible Mind of a poet Thinker of a historian Lethal, lethal combination Home is 1984 School is the Renaissance That may not do Embarrassed I am Embarrassed You are too.

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Jun 22, 2013

Jun 22, 2013 at 11:33 PM UTC

unkempthairmessysoul

Humilation, Liberation

Showy Seas Consuming Me Vanilla Lipsticks No one saw the teenage boy Fascinated by how well she hid her toys. Embarrassed I am O help the girl with severed dreams I do not wish to live here I do not wish to know this dream. I do not wish to be a young lady My words polite and sanitary I wish to travel like a mad man Like a dove Like a regret-less old lady Hair wisps Eyes liquid Soul watery O Let me be O Let me be, O Let me be I was clinical They were cynical I was a psychologist It was the crucible Mind of a poet Thinker of a historian Lethal, lethal combination Home is 1984 School is the Renaissance That may not do Embarrassed I am Embarrassed You are too.

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I feel Empty whatever i see there's nothing there's a hate and i dislike it whatever it is it's a humilation and i cant get rid of it because of bad things around me and it was so imperfect that i can't take it off it sticked to my head like a glue i have no ******* clue what was about to happen My Eyes have burned like i'm in hell Whatever i wish they die In that Maggot-filled well

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Nov 5, 2018

Nov 5, 2018 at 8:18 AM UTC

destroyingangel

I Feel Empty

I feel Empty whatever i see there's nothing there's a hate and i dislike it whatever it is it's a humilation and i cant get rid of it because of bad things around me and it was so imperfect that i can't take it off it sticked to my head like a glue i have no ******* clue what was about to happen My Eyes have burned like i'm in hell Whatever i wish they die In that Maggot-filled well

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I need someone who can see my broken mask Who can see the rips and tears and love my vices Fill these crevices with a magic cure-all Something that perhaps isn't natural Something that definately isn't mine All these parts of me expand and collapse I'm left broken and yet whole I am multiples that are whole I am many trapped within the one Parts of us hide away in the bottoms of wells Parts of us play stories that the world wishes us to tell Because not only would I be to heavy for them to carry I am to fragile for anyone to see The weight of a glance is like the fist of man Instead of pain and bruises It's humilation and revelation Each and every rouse layed upon the table Each little miss represented fact shown as fable I would be left to face the monster that I am I already know that the mirror image is not what I long to be I am a mermaid longing for land I am a free girl wishing to be trapped I am everything that I don't want to have I want someone to wisk it away I need a captor and a prince

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Jun 4, 2010

Jun 4, 2010 at 1:19 PM UTC

catherine-paige

I Healed Wrong

I need someone who can see my broken mask Who can see the rips and tears and love my vices Fill these crevices with a magic cure-all Something that perhaps isn't natural Something that definately isn't mine All these parts of me expand and collapse I'm left broken and yet whole I am multiples that are whole I am many trapped within the one Parts of us hide away in the bottoms of wells Parts of us play stories that the world wishes us to tell Because not only would I be to heavy for them to carry I am to fragile for anyone to see The weight of a glance is like the fist of man Instead of pain and bruises It's humilation and revelation Each and every rouse layed upon the table Each little miss represented fact shown as fable I would be left to face the monster that I am I already know that the mirror image is not what I long to be I am a mermaid longing for land I am a free girl wishing to be trapped I am everything that I don't want to have I want someone to wisk it away I need a captor and a prince

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affectionate passion! taking the wheel when I’m expressionless too abrasive and unappreciative to read the next idea, to entertain without accepting humility, humilation, blah blah blah sick of school, sick of music empty gatorade bottles gratitude, gratitude gratitude, Weeping for Jesus slept copy and paste distraction, instant gratification freedom in expression, but not in particular circumstances fifth amendment, but only when white, and spoken with articulation in the appropriate moment to computerize, to know when to tuck pride between the legs, To ****** **** into space, but to be aware of the sparkling blue ring of consciousness, oh morality! you’ve bailed me out and allowed me to let go of control! I am forever grateful passion and reason, chemicals, neurons, science, all language? precision? Accuracy? N size? population? Academia? Institutionalized art? give me the love potion, I'll take that ****

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Jan 24, 2015

Jan 24, 2015 at 6:55 PM UTC

Seanzy

Lost!!! Where to go????

affectionate passion! taking the wheel when I’m expressionless too abrasive and unappreciative to read the next idea, to entertain without accepting humility, humilation, blah blah blah sick of school, sick of music empty gatorade bottles gratitude, gratitude gratitude, Weeping for Jesus slept copy and paste distraction, instant gratification freedom in expression, but not in particular circumstances fifth amendment, but only when white, and spoken with articulation in the appropriate moment to computerize, to know when to tuck pride between the legs, To ****** **** into space, but to be aware of the sparkling blue ring of consciousness, oh morality! you’ve bailed me out and allowed me to let go of control! I am forever grateful passion and reason, chemicals, neurons, science, all language? precision? Accuracy? N size? population? Academia? Institutionalized art? give me the love potion, I'll take that ****

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I thought I was past it, the horror and the lies, the hurt,the pain, all the things that made me cry. I thought I could take the humilation of bullying jibes and still want to be alive But last night you tore open the wounds, made me bleed and gave me more scars that I dont need. The pain you inflicted caused more damage then you'll ever know, maybe to escape soon into the ground i'll go. Your insults didnt just create new wounds you know, but also opened up the old scars I never show. but I geuss you just dont really care, because you never like to play fair. Now I'm fighting hard to stay sane, and trying to ignore my pain. Somewhere along the way I lost my will to survive, now I really dont want to be alive.

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Jul 4, 2016

Jul 4, 2016 at 8:35 PM UTC

amanda-woolley

Double Scars

I thought I was past it, the horror and the lies, the hurt,the pain, all the things that made me cry. I thought I could take the humilation of bullying jibes and still want to be alive But last night you tore open the wounds, made me bleed and gave me more scars that I dont need. The pain you inflicted caused more damage then you'll ever know, maybe to escape soon into the ground i'll go. Your insults didnt just create new wounds you know, but also opened up the old scars I never show. but I geuss you just dont really care, because you never like to play fair. Now I'm fighting hard to stay sane, and trying to ignore my pain. Somewhere along the way I lost my will to survive, now I really dont want to be alive.

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What was that? Was it... Frustration, Infactuation, Intimidation, Humilation? Complaints of misinformation, Fever from inoculations, Bully pulpit installations, Social media revelations, Orange crush situations, Closed minded stagnation, Radical simulations, or that crazy armed insurrection. It might be a division of the population Then it could be a celebration, an exuberation, coronation, an inauguration? Complaints of tempation, Riveted attempts of execution, Attacks of verbal accusations, Wall Street inflation, Crossing the border examinations, A presidental hibernation, Constant constipation or divisive communication? In the end it was just a very confused and crossed democratic election!!!

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Nov 17, 2024

Nov 17, 2024 at 2:28 PM UTC

silent-screams

What was that...

What was that? Was it... Frustration, Infactuation, Intimidation, Humilation? Complaints of misinformation, Fever from inoculations, Bully pulpit installations, Social media revelations, Orange crush situations, Closed minded stagnation, Radical simulations, or that crazy armed insurrection. It might be a division of the population Then it could be a celebration, an exuberation, coronation, an inauguration? Complaints of tempation, Riveted attempts of execution, Attacks of verbal accusations, Wall Street inflation, Crossing the border examinations, A presidental hibernation, Constant constipation or divisive communication? In the end it was just a very confused and crossed democratic election!!!

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