"ostracization" poems
here I am, once again,
in my corner, music in my ears,
and there's everyone around me,
enjoying time with there friends.
maybe for a change,
I don't want to be the person people ignore,
I am like an outsider,
i mean nothing, nothing at all
there is a wall between me and the world
I try to climb it,
I try to break it, or even chip at it,
I try to stop the essence of this wall from torturing me
but I fail, and don't succeed one bit
it hurt at first,
that no one cares
but over time,
you get used to it
but as time goes on,
and nothing changes,
with the loneliness,
the ostracization,
i grow content
maybe they were right,
i am nothing,
nothing but an outsider looking in
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 9:55 PM UTC
I don’t mean to alarm you
But I am dying
I’ve been dying for awhile
And I hope that when I go
I join the ranks of the greats
Robin Williams
Audrey Hepburn
Robert Frost
George Washington
Names everyone knows
Names I grew up admiring
Aspiring
Wanting
Wishing
Everything tries to be them
And falls flat
Probably because I’m dying
And when you’re dying
You aren’t as great
As you once thought
My jokes will never crack a smile
On the wrinkled
Cavernous face
Of Mr. Robin Williams
My beauty lies inside
Since I lack the seraphic
Elegant
Graceful
Beauty of Audrey Hepburn
My words are mere letters
Where they could be scars
And stars
Like Robert Frost
I lack courage
I lack leadership
Greatness finds victims aside me
Leaving me
Always one step behind
George Washington and his armies
Bet he keeps those armies in his sleevies
I’m dying up here
Just like these sucky jokes
I’m dying here
From school
From work
Anxiety
Grades
And all the like
And I’m dying in here
From loneliness
Ostracization
Failure to complete
Lack of motivation
I’m dying here
Can’t you see
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 3:07 PM UTC
Anathema: Cursed by Ecclesiastical Authority
She blamed me for her excommunication
She blamed me for her banishment
She blamed me for her ostracization
She blamed me for her condemnation
She blamed me for her fear
She blamed me for her shame
She blamed me for her loneliness disgrace humiliation suffering
She blamed me for her pain
She blamed me for her agony
She blamed me for her dishonor
She blamed me for her punishment
She blamed me for her tribulation
She blamed me for her immolation
My name is Anathema.
She is my mother
May 4, 2019
May 4, 2019 at 7:24 PM UTC
This space lies between the present and my future desires.
For some it is heaven on Earth.
Others think hell can’t be much worse.
A cruel place indeed you are indeed.
Supposedly all are born equal.
That’s funny considering some come out of the womb with a silver spoon.
Some are born with no need for a spoon because they have no food.
Some are born into oppression and ostracization.
Inequality, a tragic fact of reality.
In this space we are expected to be happy.
However happiness is an illusion for many.
They feel as if light at the end of the tunnel is nothing but a myth.
Time after time they take their own lives hoping to find solace in death.
Depression, a crippling ailment of reality
Dreams are said to be omnipotent.
However, I’ve seen this place crush too many for that to be true.
Hope withers here.
This is the cage known as reality.
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 7:08 PM UTC
Contains More Than Kernel Of Truthful
alienation, expulsion, ostracization
from body politick
if member of society resistant,
indifferent, adamant, et cetera
despite differentiation
(across the figurative board)
intolerance opposing ethos,
asper unspoken social graces extant
(albeit manifested amidst diverse
livingsocial variations) within
rubric of global civilizations primal,
oral, nonverbal, et cetera codas
automatically decreeing manual Kant
instilled from cradle
to grave impossible mission scant
acceptance toward recalcitrant
challenging precepts via rave and/or rant
thus when born into whatever culture,
steeped with historical paradigm
one can protest superficial nigh cities
til ivy blue in the face,
or try to concoct a feeble rhyme
but culture club richly identified, endowed,
brewed from heritage long time
ago until the cows come home to roost
hence creative pursuits one direction
can turn to swiftly tailor
if harried styled
with perceived restrictive parameters
and cuss like a sailor
with song and dance routine
(perhaps appearing on Dancing
With The Stars), or
choosing subterfuge viz
writing nefarious malware code, wheremailer
daemons spring to life, when computer code
following infinitely jesting illogic causing exhaler
(case in point - myself, hoot
ends tubby humorous) as yukon gauge
yet another Internet end user might experience
greater reason to rage
against the machine before
turning rogue gushing renegade, stage
jing anarchy against disparity
with equal pay, cuz a working wage
aint nuttin boot peanuts
so if strong willed, hook hairs
if you appear like a putz
just realize doggerel
of this pooch iz gaseous
boot utterly without guts
and hangs around the junkyard
with other nerdy mutts.
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 6:47 PM UTC
I feel so much it’s just like good movies
hard hurt romance and rescue
rage and ostracization
it's them it is witty they the horn spittled gitty devils!
they've pitted faults in my structure
to feel through
my dermis tup-tapped and stabbed at
quaking ***** little jokes at my impractical existence
i am made spongiform vulnerable pupation
frogspawn
mangy food at mercy ...
...and my pratty employment...
...but it's okay now
enamel
i'm desensitized to it all
distant to the proceedings
the quirky murky readings
then again sudden barks get through
jarring feedings
and i am rushed with expense ...
... for a while
mused chemistry
my worth feels peopled and oxygenated
my work cradles balanced appeal
creation is warm with budgings of whim
simple commerce with the ghosts of physical laws
and a birling alchemy
Mar 14, 2024
Mar 14, 2024 at 7:59 PM UTC
when i look back to see if could turn back time
i couldn't
i aged , grew taller and more miserable
from beginning to ending
i knew nothing.
i forget not my struggles
my eyes glisten with tears
relinquished from every thought.
heartbreak , loss , suicide, failure
and ostracization.
betrayal has also become my middle name.
i'm not hurt , i'm dying and it all shall soon end .
Nov 11, 2020
Nov 11, 2020 at 7:39 AM UTC
Ostracization
Contamination
Through my deflation
I find devastation
On the devil’s station
Of severed relations
My misfit
******
Sin bit
Prison stint
Reminisced
Of my bliss
Without a kiss
So I eat a dish
Of a returning wish
But I’m a burning witch
Who’s yearning to switch
From learning I’m glitched
I received
A receipt
Of deceit
By elite
Petite
Feet
That stepped on
My weapon
Of inspection
Due to detections
Defused by erections
The jaded
Invaded
And waited
To be hated
So I’d be baited
And mentalities traded
Pickaxe
Sick facts
Impact
My tact
As I react
To the flak
I use to attack
Coming back
On my track
Turning black
How do I deal with their negativity?
Is it really just a matter of relativity?
Must I have my relatives killing me
Before the hatred filling me
Is justified?
Why must I cry
When only dust resides
In my desolate insides?
The heartless devastate
Making me separate
Into a mental state
Completely innate
An unseemly inmate
Of the tumultuous strait
Between finding a date
And the bitter fate
Dinner plate
Sinners make
This challenge leaves me petrified
Possibly electrified
From their pesticide
That infects inside
Until I elect to hide
And convince myself I don’t care
My mental health I won’t share
I’ll just scream no fair
Flailing arms in the air
I will not have been spared
By this devastating nightmare
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 11:16 PM UTC