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Nicole Bush Dec 2010
Out of class
the World is happening!
And
we
never
see!
Memorize-Cheat-Practice.
Repeat.
In between there is
laughter-tears-love-***-death-time.
Point-less.

ALL I AM IS A TEST SCORE.

Are they happy?
Outside the world is happening.
They
see
nothing
(they never learned how)
They are watching us.
And the World is lonely.





Let us watch movies and fall asleep together.
I DONT WANT TO HIDE.
Church Rowe Jun 2014
Part of me doesn’t want to write anymore (or is it anything?).
Am I just afraid to drag my emotions across this page?
My words tend to come back black and blue,
misunderstood from the most ridiculous points of view.

Should I end communications?
Though the shadows in my closet offer no verbal retaliations.
For better or worse, at least my ego’s not hurt
from a mad world’s projections.

But I don’t want to be the lonely one
hiding along the edge of the room,
surely looking broken to some,
while others wait for me to come undone.

Give me a minute and I’ll return to center ring.
Maybe it’s just the thought of a crowd that I find overwhelming.
Paul Butters Aug 2016
Bruised and battered egos:
Retaliations –
Flaming tornadoes spiral up to stormy skies.
Mixed metaphors of caviar and custard
Maelstrom mightily around the mountains of Hell.

Trolling is appalling
And flaming burns.

Let go of that ego
Is my advice.

Be humble from the start.
No-one is great enough
To be beyond reproach
Or criticism.

Who cares how good or otherwise I am?
Who cares what anyone says
About my work?

I am what I am,
End of story.
To Describe what I am is fine:
See those metres, verses, rhymes
And metaphors.
Dismantle me if you wish,
But (please) put me back together.

No-one should stand in judgement,
Except maybe God,
With His bright wide wings.

So stop the abuse,
And sourceless insults.
Cease the condemnation,
Or stand to be IGNORED.

Paul Butters
Peace to the World of Poetry......
DC raw love Dec 2014
stimulation from situations
usually leads to complacations

steadiness brings advocation
to keep from retaliations
from your temptations

that should turn around your situation
from your provacation
Brian Downs Dec 2013
Falling out of love again,
but not with whom I need to
my past obsession
has become nothing more
than my new addiction.
well, one of the many at least.

to recreate the situations,
is a cause forever lost.
to formulate retaliations,
leaves the souls of lovers lost.

holding fire in your heart,
burning brands upon your brain
a grudge of blood and tears and scars
the spark of which will still remain

as long as ashes are collected
and ember fanned alive  
the beast possesses reason,
a motive to survive.

I seek relief in my relations,
mostly trivial in nature,
from my newfound deprivation
of optimism for the future

I seek relief in my relations,
mostly trivial in nature,
from my newfound deprivation
of optimism for the future

no regard for heart of others
who tide me over while you're gone
leaving cracks, slow to recover
leaving faces in their palms

Its been two years since we were in it,
but maybe that was just a phase
the time has come to face forgiveness
and forget those better days.
Miss Masque Apr 2010
I feel like:
I'm yelling
at a brick wall
with my hand
over my mouth

As if I were
to remove my hand
that it would make a
difference

but it wouldn't

You still wouldn't hear.
You would continue to
talk AT me in that
condescending tone

arguing with you
is superfluous
you just think you're right
arguing logically
with an illogical person
is illogical

and when you are
backed into a corner
you yell
and then claim
to be hurt

in an effort to gain
an apology
UNWARANTED

You stomp your feet
and slam things down
on the counter
like a five year old child
and expect me
to take you seriously

And when you walk
into that door
and accuse me of
the stupidest things
then expect me not to
"get an attitude"
it ****** me off to no end

That's why I shut off,
Mother.
That's why I don't talk to you.
When I tell you to leave me alone
because

I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT

it means that I don't want to hurt you
by saying these things
and that I love you,
but I hate dealing with the way
you handle situations that you don't like.

It's not fair to the other person
because you
Barrel through their retaliations
with senseless *******
that only makes sense to you

and if no apology comes,
you obsess until you come up
with this ******* conclusion
that is over-thought
and entirely untrue

I'm not pregnant, you idiot.
And just because I don't want to talk to you
doesn't make whatever is wrong ABOUT you
and don't make it about you.
because you do. all the ******* time.

You still treat me like I'm ten years old
and you have this assured power over me
you want to take back the presents you bought me?
fine. do it. I'm not materialistic, so all it proves is your
pettiness.

I wish you could hear the malice dripping in your tone
aimed specifically just to hurt me
thanks, Mom.
I appreciate it on my BREAK.
But it's not a break with you
******* at me 24/7.

I can't wait to go back to school and
be stressed out there instead.
At least I don't have to worry about
hostility when I'm in my own room.

And by the way, learn how to knock.
written: December 30, 2009

Author's Note: I love my mother very much. This particular poem was when we were both having a difficult time adjusting to me being in college. It was a hard transition because she was a single mom and raised me essentially by herself, and the way I was changing scared her. She didn't recognize me as the same person as I was when I had graduated high school.
BLVNK Oct 2013
What if clouds fell down from skies
and stars were 1,000 degree shining meter orbs aligned to target earth?
As much things we've done theres no benefit from just one good deed
we are all indeed doomed turned ashed in tombs not even able to continue our spiritual quest.
We described ourselves as complexed individuals
obessed with visuals same *** a changed *** to run away from reality then run dead into a brick wall.
Theres many questions unsaid and many great minds having to weep because blood shed is enough said from a death note a quote saying hes better off dead,
its not about mixed relations or faded retaliations this was all planned a real hunger games seen eye to eye through many nations.
Thats why hip hop is where it is today it hid way too many years in the shade now it finally reveals that a once strong culture is manipulated and turned gay.
Not saying I'm mad
Just saying that I've had
Enough of the *******
You continue to rule ****
Feeding on my young soul
Make off with self control

And where is my brother?!
The fact that I can't speak to my mother
I'm so afraid she'll discover
All this time I never actually... Recovered

But all feelings aside
Or what's left of them, subdivide
My once constant retaliations, are now merely implied
Moreover, You kidnapped my soul and continue to preside.
This poem reflects an addiction I have struggled with since I was 14.
Izshe Mar 2015
A million years of karmic debts,
an ancient timeless place
where jabs and hurts and familial retaliations
swirl like witches hats and brooms
in a dust storm of drama,
and I just get to be.

My tears bow down to me,
humble servants
in my quest
for compassion
for those lost
in the fragments of their existence.
Mims Sep 2017
Never let my guard down

I've been vulnerable with you

Never given you a piece of me

You've never used anything against me

If I slack in my retaliations, or show you kindness, you're convinced you've turned me straight

You never cared that I was gay, you were fine with me that way

Guys and girls can't JUST be friends

*platonic friendship is the best
Tyler R. Vs. Tyler A.
steve green Dec 2015
Let us concede

that hatred had

a really big year

Riding a seemingly endless
winning streak

fueled by mutual fear

and a sense of dread

that by next news cycle
any one of us
could end up dead

Constant retaliations
leave us seeking isolation

behind walls of false insulation

Treating the symptoms
without curing the disease
simply delays
the body's demise

If we are to survive

we gotta realize

we are one species

one humanity

sharing the same planet

for a limited time

No one country

No one ideology

No one theology

No one person

is better than the next

Peace will only come
to this troubled blue speck

with mutual respect

and global equality
aurora kastanias Jul 2017
As a child I struggled many a time
With notions of rights and wrongs,
Searching in the voice of parents
Through approval and scolding
Lessons to identify misconducts.

As an adolescent I began to challenge
Conventional behaviours striving
To find my peers’ admiration, long
Considerations over good and evil
To become someone deserving high regards.

Entering adulthood I withdrew from the gaze
Of others as no one knew who I was and who
I intended to grow into, making my own rules,
Relying on instincts to drive, religious
And philosophical reflections to call mine.

Now that I am half way through I realise
Each and every human being stores
In the depths of its consciousness a truth
No mask can hide and no one can deny.
Keys to the glorification of humankind,

Being faithful to oneself by living
In the light of love, contagiously spreading
The energy of kindness, getting rid of lacerating
Desires of vengeance, retaliations for our own
Frustrations, based on illogical self-contempt.

As I ponder on justice I have ceased to dwell,
Eye for an eye or turn the other cheek,
As the illuminated essence within me
Inevitably resolve to peace. No revenge serves
Any purpose if not that of perpetrating evil

To the detriment of humanity as a whole.
JaxSpade Jan 2019
I took a picture of you last year

Us

Playing in the snow
And I noticed a smile in one of them

It was under the laughter we created
Building a snowman

We were laughing at his buttons
And carrot nose we brought to clothe him

I haven't seen you smile like that once
This year

Because this year was the worst
We've ever known here
Or anywhere

And when you came home
And unpacked your semi automatic weapon
You threw your bullet proof vest on my desk
And said they deserved it

The news shape shifted into the narratives
They selected

And there was a war against guns

Because your crime had nothing to do
With your mental illness
Or the reality you came to
When you thought about shooting everyone

That poor gun needed some medications
So it could've controlled the retaliations
And learned how to be a much better one
With its choices
Michael Marchese Nov 2019
Like Custer
I’m flustered
By native invasions
Retaliations
On white savior
Salvations
Creation stories
Far less gory
Than mine
Shiny finer things I
Glorify
They decline
The divine to them is
What I chop down to spend
And what I comprehend
Merely land to be tended
They savagely fight to death
To defend it
No war declaration
Nor forced relocation
Or rampant contagion
Ensures subjugation
No integration
Or assimilation
Will ever equate them
As part of our nation
Expanding its greatness
From city to sea
So their choices are leave
Or accept the treaty
Bend the Wounded Knee
Come quietly
And relinquish
Their rain-dancing,
Flame-trancing
Visions
Extinguished
In favor of Manifest
Destiny’s best
Blessed Western
Exceptionalism’s
Excess
Steering clear
Of inferior
Cultures we fear
As we pave new frontiers
Atop their
Trails of Tears
brooke Jun 2017
i would like to
say i have breathed
a little since then but
I have been holding
it, a gust of wind
bubbled inside,
lots of quips
and retaliations
scenarios that
God is letting me
whittle because I can
and i am hoping that
soon a sense of peace
will overtake me because
seeing you rebound, straight
off the backboard, hurt a
little, and all I could do
was replay your sly
dip over your shoulder
a coors pressed into your chin
saying hi like i(t) was nothing
and maybe it was.
(c) Brooke Otto 2017
Acute adenoidal hypertrophy cannot be of bees, slim tactics, tokens
shaved of serrations, nor chroma key screens of greenish adorations
that steer saints to tomes prizing kingly privilege from high stations
where-from hangers-on & thin mistresses sally forth lezzy relations
in sight of cruel Niger beauties flowering in ******* miscegenations
with Comancheria's Comanches who burn from demon usurpations
flowin' rearward to proto-Comanchee versus Shoshonee retaliations
that form habits that contribute to jammed ***** for gay Caucasians
in clinics for handsome Mexicans of Africani-gendered persuasions
I sliced my right hand heel on a soup can causin' deep abrasions the morning of Wednesday, 15 March 2017, sparin' my ****, grey shins

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