"terrorizes" poems
Trade,Globalization,Terrorism and Corruption
What's the difference?
Each of us look at the world with open eyes yet with closed minds.
We see the structures of society right before us
yet we can do nothing to alter its existence
Marxism, Liberalism, Elitism, lenses that see a point but not the whole picture
The age of politics is over, the market comes to be our master
I know some might argue over me in this, but hear me out still.
The world we live in is like a senseless commodity
Our natural resources is taken every day
To create excess cars, excess food, excess everything
The surplus is too much that its overflowing with decay
Another thing is war,
A place where precious lives are seen to be walking bags of meat.
The preach for violence that could've created peace, and for what ?
To protect the free world? where the rich sit in high places
and some of us pushed down to supply their greed
Globalization is a license, a license to what?
A license to **** a license to invade other states
without the use of soldiers to force out our will
We become docile as people in their wake and companies are laughing as we speak.
These corrupt figures ,conflict is their business, opportunity and peace is their excuse.
Human integration is what they say and offer, for a better society they say.
But look at us now, where is the promise of a future in the world today?
The world terrorizes me, terrorizes the people who are willing to see
and if I am in terror, what makes the system different from the loud bombs we hear when they explode.
They only made ways to make the killings silent and the experience more traumatic.
I'm sorry if globalization is a bad thing for me, but living in our country, globalization harms before it can give
it takes before we can receive.
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 12:20 PM UTC
Depression is oppression.
It's a deadly hidden message
Defined by self-hate.
It seals its prisoner's fate.
It holds you captive and throws out the key.
It stabs and jabs just to see you bleed,
Inflicting wounds that scar for life.
Destruction is its mother and death its wife.
You can cry, but it will always ignore your screams.
It terrorizes your soul and haunts your dreams.
It sends you false hope through a bottle or pill.
It destroys your goals and inflicts its will.
You can't run, nor can you hide.
By its rules you will abide
Until it celebrates that you have died.
Open your eyes, or you will be its prey.
It will blur your vision in the most twisted way.
It will seek your destruction and call for your head.
You will lie and wait but never rest in your bed.
Peace will come to those who want peace,
But as long as you feed him, you will see the beast.
You can't run, nor can you hide,
But if you conquer the beast, you will survive.
Prayer and hope can lead the way.
Cling on to every word you pray.
Hope is in truth.
Hate is in lies.
Pray for your soul and open your eyes.
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 12:49 PM UTC
Please be aware, the arrogance of a Burglar
that breaks into your home and steals your
property is permissible
Please carefully note that the arrogance of a stinking bully
that oppresses you and wants to cower you down
is permissible
Please take into consideration that the arrogance of a gang
that terrorizes and bullies is permissible
Please bear in mind the arrogance of liars, twisters, slanderers
fraudsters and defamers is permissible
Please remember the arrogance of fringe lunatics to unjustly
condemn and victimize and bring chaos and destruction
to an innocent human is permissible
Please keep in your appraisals the arrogance of a misled majority
to impose, mob, obstruct, harass and hound is democracy
in action and is permissible
Please note that the arrogance and ignorance of offensively discriminating against any foreigner or minority member is permissible
Please note to work hard and earn an honest living is Arrogant
Please know to stand up to criminal bullies is Arrogant
Please know to stand up to stinking bullies is Arrogant
Please know to speak up for yourself is Arrogant
Please note to refuse to be cowered by thieves is Arrogant
Please know to refuse to be browbeaten is Arrogant
Please know to refuse to have your confidence drained is Arrogant
Please know to stand up to adversity is Arrogance
Please know to not be weak and Feeble under pressure is Arrogance
Please know to have self respect and be self assured is Arrogant
Please know to possess your own mind is Arrogance
Please know to offer as much as a squeak when being unfairly and unjustly treated is Arrogance
Above all please know that we invented the English Language and have the sole knowledge as to what constitutes Arrogance, whether you like it or not, and if you protest about that, you are ****** guilty of Arrogance...my friend!
Please be strictly conscious that Arrogance is weakness, mental weakness. Falling to the desires of our darker instincts and
succumbing to conceit and smugness.
Please pay particular attention to the salient fact that Arrogance
portraits a total lack of human decency towards other humans
Know that when arrogance ceases humanity ascends.
And we we all live in a lovely perceptibly white and wonderful world
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 5:09 AM UTC
A mutilated vision, troubled past and
wrong decision, my place is where I
am not. But I can't choose and only by
wishing will my worries be banned.
Let's accept never being smooth, late
nights never go as planned, as if fate
picked me out to be unlucky, sad
for himself, selfpity terrorizes this lad!
Corners are not made for crying, but
why are they so perfect when you do?
Going blank, fever raises, save me,
tell me I'll be okay, comforted by your edges.
The way I am gives girls chances for choosing,
if I don't change, incapable of leading, I'll keep losing.
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC
MY DEAR HUMANIST
You are an imperialist
He is a terrorist
You promote cold war
And declare unilaterally real war
He does the so called holy war
Both of you stretch it too far
He kills the people indiscriminately
And you discriminately
Saddam Hussain and Bin Laden were once your friends
Ultimately they became your rivals
Saddam was hanged by you
But Bin Laden still eludes you
You have the riches and power
And feel as if you were the law giver
UNO and the World Bank bow to your power
But the terrorist could demolish your tower
You divide and rule the world
He terrorizes it with his deed and word
Do you know how many people you murdered in the war?
None has stopped your inhuman actions so far
You make friends with one state
The neighbouring country your buffer state
You call yourself a great democrat and humanist
We know you are an imperialist
And worse than a terrorist
You never listen to the pacifist
Dec 27, 2010
Dec 27, 2010 at 6:33 AM UTC
Not a day in your life, war have your eyes witnessed
You lay safe, secure, in your ignorant pocket of peace
But their memories play before your eyes and their nightmare dance on your eyelids
The chop of the fan blades remind you of the planes, menacing overhead and dropping fire from the sky
The popping of kernels from the microwave wring forth panic-- Duck! They’re shooting! Duck for cover, you fool!
The book, it merely fell, but was it truly a book? Or was it the boom of an artillery cannon?
Screams of glee mingle into screams of pain. Your best friend, why don’t you reach out and save him? He’s only a few yards away. He’s in such pain, don’t let him die alone. Don’t let him die like this. Don’t let him die.
Stepping in the puddles makes your skin crawl. You remember their blackened skin, rotted flesh. You step out of the water quickly.
The open water is calm. Peaceful. Under the surface you can see them, the submarines. You move away from the shoreline.
Your friend, hugging you from behind-- it’s their hand, just their hand. There was never a knife. They are your friend. Or are they?
The memories. They’re not yours. Whose are they? Why do they tremble like tenor in your mind, ingrained in your DNA?
The blood on your hands is not there, open your eyes!
The jungle, the desert, the forest, the wasteland. You’re not there, you were never there.
The blood on your hands is not there, open your eyes!
Now the dark, it's suffocating. This is not your world of cracking rawhide and dirt. You were not there, this is not your reality. That white jacket should not make your breath hitch! That burning cross should not terrorize you so!
Now the dark, it's suffocating. This is not your world of fabric stars and canvas trucks. You were not there, this is not your reality. That red armband should not make your breath hitch! That fire should not terrorize you so!
Not a day in your life has this world brought its ugly head to look you dead in the eye and breath upon you, noxious breath liquefying your lungs and dissolving your eyes.
You are safe-- that blood on your hands is not real-- you are safe-- this is not your reality-- how it terrorizes you so!
These memories are not your own.
These memories are not your own.
These memories are not your own.
They are theirs, their memories, and you see them every time you close your eyes.
These memories are not your own.
These memories are not your own.
These memories are not your own.
They are not yours and they never will be.
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 3:42 PM UTC
the window to the world
frightens and confuses
terrorizes
makes me grateful for distance
and an early bedtime
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 6:41 PM UTC
trust is filled and spilled,
its lost and gained,
its stolen and given
and still, i trust no one
every single time i trust someone,
they hurt me
so why do i trust at all?
somethings are broken,
but sometimes,
they never get fixed
how do i trust someone,
when all they ever do is hurt me?
its like a loop,
it constantly terrorizes me,
at first,
i don't trust you, out of fear,
out of insecurity,
but then i let you in,
ever so slowly,
and then, when i'm not noticing,
you turn it all around,
you hurt me.
you hurt me over and over again
when i'm done with being hurt,
i move on,
just to find someone else to be friends with,
to trust,
and then to get hurt by all over again
i thought at 15,
your supposed to learn how to cook,
how to go out in the real world,
to prepare for college or your future
but i'm not learning that,
i'm learning how mean people can be
so, Kayla,
Sarah,
Haley,
Kelsey
Miss Shaddock,
and now Emmaliegh,
how do i trust again?
all you ever did was hurt me,
was it really that hard just to be a good person?
why did you hurt me?
i thought i could trust you,
now, i trust no one,
and that's because of you
Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 10:54 AM UTC
I see you in the sky ,
Far, afar off.
I watch you from the earth,
Far, afar off.
Brightness enlightens the
vicinity from the grip of
elemental forces,
Enveloping the entire arena and
beyond like the mother hen
brooding her children out
of the reach of seducing eyes
of a roaming hawks in the
sky.
Your dome-shaped entity
distinctively standing aloof
like a magnificent rotunda
palatial in the Arabian oasis.
Thirty nights of illumination,
When we spreads our mats
to narrate tale under your
watchful eyes.
When elders recounts narrative
and ancient panorama of
yesteryears.
When we clap,
When we sing,
When we dance
In the womb of your greatness.
Thirty nights of total darkness,
When lanterns endlessly
searches for light to
extinguish darkness,
When the night-callers
terrorizes our quietness,
When the guardsmen work
like wild wolves to fish
out the sons of Belial,
When the night impels babies
to retire to their cradles,
When the wiles of darkness
inculcate an aura of fear into
our minds.
Prolong your circles and
brighten our hope.
You produces light,
You illuminates season.
Your neighbor reigns over
days,
While you control the affairs
of darkness.
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 11:26 PM UTC
A simple smile that can cut through clouds as ominous as my fears.
A touch that can constrain my thoughts into a silent warm room.
Words that can save a lost soul from drowning in themselves.
A heart that is pure, patient, and persistent.
You are the reason the sky is blue and not gray.
You are the energy I need to ignite a lingering thought that terrorizes my brain.
Forever moving and adapting to my contradictions.
Forever still and strong as I travel down a road I must take; that may well break me into many tiny pieces that will fill the lungs and stomachs of all that I love.
Suffocating them into extinction and spreading across fields like wild fire.
Then I am back.
Back to you… Home.
O.K.
Still walking, still fighting
I know now this fight is no longer just for me, but for all those who will suffer from my broken pieces.
All those who live in a world I do not understand.
And then I am back.
You are what keeps me up when I am no longer able to put a foot in front of the other.
I just need to remember to comeback. Never letting these tiny morsels of my truths take me too far from you.
Always keeping my hand in yours. Always taking each step with you in sight.
I need to always remember the place I can fall to is REAL and it can tear away all that is dear to me.
I promise to come back always to you.
Because your simple smile can cut through clouds as ominous as my fears.
Your touch can constrain my thoughts into a silent warm room.
Your words can save this lost soul from drowning in themselves.
Your heart always pure, patient, and persistent
I will always come back to you.
Jun 17, 2017
Jun 17, 2017 at 11:33 AM UTC
That bad dream of a human being
That one that you despise
Who caused you so much pain
The hurt pulsating behind you eyes
That shadow behind a fragmented smile
That terrorizes you,
From the hidden pockets in your mind
For days, for months, for years ...
Thank her, for she's your greatest muse
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 5:21 PM UTC
The aroma of the dead,
makes her body warm and cold, transforms her into a lonely soul.
Agonized by her lover's death, lives in a curse;she.
The pall of trauma and fear terrorizes her,
Left with no choice but to seek Benediction of the almighty!
The twist of her fate in the blink of an eye,
Jovious she was;once upon a time,the lonely soul.
Longs for love.
Longs for warmth.
Eyes swelling,with a paper like body.
Her days are coming to an end,
Reminescence of late love captivates the longful soul;
as dwells in her mind he,the yesteryears' love.
Unforgettable he was,ever will be.
Love never bloomed for the longful soul,
Eyes remain dull,
With a body made of stone;as nomore was she,the happy soul.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 10:42 PM UTC
I can’t count the wrongs I’ve committed
The people I’ve hurt
The friends I’ve lost, but, the hardest part was losing
You
The only one I could see myself with
Even now
Especially since you’re gone
Oscar Wilde once said “You will understand”
..I will never understand how proud I was
Proud enough to almost die and lose you
Proud enough to realize I had not beat Depression
Proud enough to let myself be
My own worst enemy.
I messed up so much
I’m a changed woman now and you are truly
All
That
Is
Missing
From my life
Love is supposed to make you better
Not **** you
Love didn’t make me better
Because of love,
I almost died
I dare you to love me again,
I dare you to accept me for who I am now,
Despite your flaws, I still loved you,
Maybe I was somewhat obsessed.
You don’t know how much I’ve changed,
How sorry I am for stressing you out,
Hurting you and myself,
I’m a different woman.
My skin is stained with your scent,
Stained with the way your luscious, soft lips felt,
I tried to let someone else touch me the way you did,
I couldn’t be that happy again.
Believe me when I say I tried too hard to be perfect,
I tried too painfully hard to make you want me,
Why didn’t you just tell me you loved me as I was?
Now, although healed,
Through therapy and medicine,
You infiltrate every thought, action, and word that leaves my lips.
No matter how hard,
Or how much I want to,
You made me happier than anyone and anything ever could.
I don’t think you have ever sobbed after reading a beautiful piece of poetry,
I wanted you to be sentimental,
I was ridiculous,
I drove you away.
You went from someone who surprised me to the
Night that terrorizes me and reminds me
The ghost that haunts me
Every single inch of me
That you have seen and used to enjoy
Every inch that I wish you would enjoy again
That I crave for you to enjoy again.
If you knew I wrote this,
I know that you would laugh at me
You would think I was the biggest idiot
But, you ignore me now
It’s how you cope
So, do I really have anything to lose?
If you would let me,
I would show you the real me
In nine months,
You never got to see
Me.
I haven’t seen the real me in six years.
This is the first time.
Please,
Let me love you,
And try to love me.
Mar 6, 2011
Mar 6, 2011 at 2:22 PM UTC
~for Cathy Leff, curator~
no bugler blaring ‘pay attention’ to me,
no emergent bad news bearish telephone cell call of an absurd tonal,
no alarm clock retaliating agin a humans daily defying double-slap,
no young children sneaking in, with a guard dog in accompaniment,
joy-ending a deep parental sleep from the exhaustion they induced
but as if shot, the humans burst into alertness,
from prone to moan, they instantly revert, becoming **** Erectus,
gasping from shock troop dreams, and a chest-pounding message,
a whisper growing, an ever increasing crescendo, an unnatural law,
an unsullied foot-stomping battle cry that self-terrorizes, undeniable:
write me, your poem, write me now!
ah, it must be 5:00 am...
May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 4:02 PM UTC
i live cursed.
am i strange? why do i think differently than everyone around me?
it's like i'm captive; stuck in a prison of people who don't see me.
and as i ramble about existentialism
you think to yourself, 'what are they talking about'.
but it was never really a question.
it was a declaration:
an ostracism,
a confession to deceiving me,
a rouse to make me feel sane,
an internal whisper to yourself.
and i make futile attempts to remain sane even though i have forced myself to confront my arbitrary existence while you go out and give no second thought to the meaninglessness of your reality or the chaos you live in.
i live cursed.
however, make no mistake.
because,
although i
live
cursed, i
myself
am not
cursed.
for while i live cursed with the painful knowledge that i am alone,
forever destined to know and accept that my reality exists to no one else,
you do not want to confront your isolation.
you run:
to alcohol,
to toxic relationships,
to nicotine,
to others.
in hopes that maybe
maybe
please
maybe
that one of these times,
you'll be strong enough to face it.
maybe after the next hit
maybe after the next shot
maybe after the next argument
you'll see.
but there again, you falter.
you see, make no mistake of that. because if you didn't see, what would you be fleeing? no, you are well aware of your isolation.
but you fear isolation
you fear lack of affirmation
you need the opinions of others
you crave love
you grasp for some concept of a communal reality
and death terrorizes you through it all.
and so, while i know undoubtedly that i become a little less sane with each agonizing moment of existence,
my isolated state of being
will always
be less alone
than your cowardice.
Mar 25, 2021
Mar 25, 2021 at 10:56 PM UTC
The nightmare is over,
yet, it replays in my mind.
Over and over it terrorizes me
The playbacks send me blind.
I can see the eyes
beneath the tightened brows
and I try to forget it
as much as my memory allows
The fierce green sea
will be my demise
and it is locked in my vision
of your evil eyes
Stop this anarchy
I need some sort of relief
It's been too long now
as I daydream in disbelief
I never think of you
and still your shadows arise
the memories of your ruthless actions
the horror of your evil eyes
Cancelling my tie to you
was my decision to let me live
The abuse you delivered
I will not ever forgive
It stained my skin
and bruised my soul
and although it faded,
it had already taken its toll
Angels brought me back
they saw through your disguise
To everyone else you're innocent
But we've seen your evil eyes
Sick of suffering
wont you fade away now
I could forget the pain
if someone showed me how
Success will come one day
and its then you will realize
Ive never been your prisoner
you are your own.. through your evil eyes
Jul 6, 2012
Jul 6, 2012 at 1:21 PM UTC
Loudly, mercisly, the storm cloud
Stalks overhead in his dark temper.
This way, and that, he terrorizes; he reigns
Over concrete cities and somber souls.
Blowing and abolishing vibrant dreams
Of the sun into a neutral nothingness.
May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 1:07 PM UTC
then when i lay in a box of onyx
somehow in a trance of sleepiness
even sadness couldn’t even come through
or happiness
only numbness could be described
ironically numbness became a feeling
the thoughts become overbearing
taking my own life becomes a choice
stepping out onto the road rage of traffic is an ideal
don't say that i am okay
insanity does not equate to "being okay"
the gray overhanging cloud terrorizes my mind and soul from within to the exterior
cursing my bodies with wounds of crimson
people wander among me with no clue
to how my mind can think of a world so cynically
my attribution to life is a torn up blue blanket
fabric barely holding together
temporarily existing in a corrupt societal world
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 3:27 PM UTC
The mind does not reel
It Clacks
At or near the frontal lobe
A temple eroding, I suppose
Destroying by the speed of the whir
A millisecond vertigo
Terrorizes for seemingly endless minutes
Wrought iron right neck muscle
Climaxing in a hypnagogic spasm
That levitates the body for an instant
Copyright © 2009
May 14, 2011
May 14, 2011 at 8:30 PM UTC
rich people go to die
and the young people who live there
have lived there forever
are going to live there forever
thats what the river
behind my house told me
as I waited for the smell of the hello
when the school bus pulled up.
I think that is when I knew I wanted to be rich and never work.
That's also when I gave the kid next to me the finger.
Because he said something stupid.
The demon driver of despair reprimanded me.
But, Barbra Streisand would say I had chutzpah.
The Asian grocery store in Aurora terrorizes the people.
The smell of fish genocide punches me in the face every time I walk in.
Nothing was the same now that home was in another state.
NOw that the lethargic drug dealer sits next to me on the light rail.
Canyon Road is where the sun sets and the stars lift off to light up the sky.
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 3:14 PM UTC
When we are taught about bullying
The dangers and costs
We are told the consequences
What can be lost.
So I vowed to help others
Through thick and thin
And promised to never
Break open my skin
We are told to get help
To find someone to trust
We are told to survive bullying
That is a must
But what if the person
You loved most
Betrayed you
And became a ghost
I let her down
I wasn't there
I cry every month
Pulling at my hair
Thinking about her success
In something I'll never be able to do.
Who knew my mind
Could be a bully too.
How can you run away
From an ***** inside
That terrorizes you
Until you want to die.
I can't run away
I have no choice
But to pick myself up
And try to clear my voice
But things are harder to clear
When you face them alone
I have no real friends
I face the world on my own.
My voice grows tired
From my screams and internal cries
My brain makes me scared
To go to sleep every night
I'm always forgotten
Or in the way
Who knew my most feared bully
Would be here to stay
I've tried to run away
But there's no escape
I think about the jump
Taking a leap of faith
Into a world with no light
Just pitch black everywhere
Until my heart speaks its voice
And realizes it doesn't want to be there
My most feared bully
The worst of them all
Will continue to beat me up
Until I fall
I may be quiet
I may soon fall
Because my brain has turned
Into the most feared of them all
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 10:04 AM UTC
I remember you
you are painful to remember
your face a muse in my deepest beliefs
on what the real meaning of love is
or mAYbe something else
Im so bound by my memories of you
they fall in my mind like the roots of dandylions
but with wishes that never came true
sometimes I feel
that I wish I could have lived with you in some remote world
far from the one we met
far from the one that any who have felt this way will ever go
Im engrossed in my simplicity towards you
towards your remarkable face
you brought joy
you brought anguish
you brought fear
and deliverance
to the furthest place away from you that my feet could possibly take me
why is it that my mind always goes back to you
at times
when Im almost on the edge of relief
you take my sanity away from me
and Im left in the same place once more
I feel like a failure everytime
who is left with nothing
not even the joy in my commitment of straying myself away
from the very core of you
for it is imbedded in my core
you are the seed and Im the outer layer of the fruit
that will never ripen with time
or with age
Im stuck in a pandominoum
in a world
where the sun does not shine
and I do not move foward
I assume that the only thing that will bring me refuge
is your voice
which is the only thing that terrorizes me most
you are a monster caged in the very depths of my thoughts
I have lost the key to let you go
to free you from my restless mind
I hear your echoes every night beaming in my head
agony mixed with revelations of something I was so unfamiliar with
until your frail and young exsistence came into my life
I did not want to be the one to show you
the one to bring you into that world
it was so painful for me
will you ever now
how weak I felt holding that responsibilty in my small hands
I have never felt so small before
the sin
the relaxtion
the realse
the pain
you let me be the barrer of these
and now Im left with all except relaxtion
and without you
our story falls on the thorns of beautiful roses
Im stuck on the needles
while I stare at the pedals in rememberance
of all the things that I can no longer touch
with my veins
I end this poem like I ended me and you
without wanting to
Nov 1, 2010
Nov 1, 2010 at 6:40 PM UTC