"retaliations" poems
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.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC
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
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 6:44 AM UTC
Out of class
the World is happening!
And
we
never
see!
Memorize-Cheat-Practice.
Repeat.
In between there is
laughter-tears-love-sex-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.
Dec 6, 2010
Dec 6, 2010 at 4:44 PM UTC
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.
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 11:24 AM UTC
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
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 10:37 AM UTC
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.
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 9:07 PM UTC
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.
Apr 4, 2010
Apr 4, 2010 at 4:36 PM UTC
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.
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 11:14 AM UTC
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.
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 6:29 PM UTC
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.
Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 5:16 AM UTC
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
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 7:07 AM UTC