"torcher" poems
We are groups of people
made to hate
because of who we love
not what we stand for.
Did no one listen to
your parents?
You treat others how you want to be treated
not
throwing beer bottles
and whining when it misses their head
not
coming at them with a knife
because a man is holding a man's hand.
We are taught as kids
being gay isn't okay.
You could be a murderer
but you can't love another man.
Why?
Why
can't I love who I love.
People would rather
have a man dying alone
in the hospital
because his boyfriend of 35 years
isn't his husband
than letting love flourish.
People would rather **** us off
than understand.
People would have broken homes
where kids come home to beatings
their head shoved in an oven
*****
molested
beaten to a pulp
cigars burned out on their arms
and hit with beer bottles to
the point of being broken
than to let a happily loving couple of two men
to have that child.
They would rather see
a red sea of bodies
than to allow us
to live.
People would rather say
******
"fruitcake"
***
"fairy"
and watch their child slit his wrist
for every time he looks at a man
and feels a twinge of love
than to let him be happy.
They would rather torcher and torment children to the point
of mental breakdowns
rushing blood
soar throats
living alone
on the streets
no love
pretending.
Than to let them be them.
People love purple
that it means freedom
but I like the rainbow.
Rainbows have a million colours
and not one colour is quite the same hue.
No one hates rainbows
or the gorgeous colours it has.
Not many notice the differences
of them so,
why can't everyone
treat other people
like we're rainbows?
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 11:16 PM UTC
Any slave that escape bring him back and torcher him.
Strange, but mostly true were slave masters mentality.
So it's amazing, we still, have these slave matters today.
Oh, I forgot, we call them business owners of professional teams.
Who?
Have dictated to their slaves?
I'm sorry players.
What required of them?
When the national anthem is played?
Oh, yes it's America.
And we have the first amendment as freedom of speech.
You BETTER stand during the playing of the national theme.
No choice!
Yes, your master has spoken.
You better listen?
Wait!
Do the players realize the power they posse?
Unions, years ago brought manufactures of product to a halt to settle deals.
Players, especially the National Football League African Americans can HALT any season from being played?
Power in numbers.
Who?
Would be hurt?
The masters of the slaves.
They business owners.
Many locked into deals with a various organization to make a profit.
Cities, the economy will suffer.
All those tax breaks that cities cheaply gave to get the team.
All those soda, food businesses that make money during athletic seasons.
Sure, you lose some fans than many are like fair weather friends.
When winning, they there.
When suffering you can't begin to see them.
In modern time, the slaves have the power.
Oh, my fault, the players has the strength.
And forget about threats from THIS president.
Years, ago.
He played the owner of a franchise in a sub-par league.P
Probably, still holding a grudge cause we see many present owners gathering up to him.
And, what if?
The NBA players throw ALL their support to their fellow group.
Heck, imagine the thunderstorm of losses.
Only ones safe is the baseball owners.
The odds of these players supporting them is slim.
And that based mainly on the racial hue.
So just think of the power that players got in the NFL/NBA?
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 8:42 AM UTC
The steps to the museum were many ,
as you helped me up the steps ,
views to every room every living ***** of me .
You bought a program,
you called it art !
one chair in the gallery ,
my heart behind the glass ,
no paintings of fine art on display .
My heart a Spector ,
lies a ghost behind the wall ,
to burn ,
torcher ,
leave on the rack !
only then
and so might it bleed ?
It’s blood flowed down from traitors gate ,
I ate bread, long had it gone stale ,
for you judgements axe hung above me ,
and for once was about to fall .
Deaths daughter her crimson lips did I touch .
A traitor ? not I .
A herotic maybe ,
for her touch was like no other ,
her words so beautiful your truth I could not see ,
though angels surrounded me with locks and keys ,
their sorrows tell .
Give me a field of bluebells and butterflies ..... and all will be well .
We walked down the steps the doors bolted behind ,
as evening cought the suns light high on chimney tops as
my heart found capture in you’re smile .
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 1:26 PM UTC
All the power in one hand
The hand not of God but of a man, a fellow man
ultimate power is their aim
Rootless they are , destroy all in the way to get their went
Freedom of speech, freedom of press, freedom of assemble
All right and freedom in smokes, there are bugs that are crashed under they feet
the people have no say but to sit and suffer
They rule with an iron fist
holding on to power with all they have
whatever the cost, even of blood
if raised up against, they **** they torcher
Fear and persecution is their ultimate instrument
the populations dare not speak
for fear of death and endless pain
"rat and cockroaches" are the people under their feet
There is job is corruption, there are married to corruption
Rat they are to them in blackness of knowledge and hiding in holes
taking all their can and giving noting back .
Though the sun going up and down Revolutionary cloud hang in the sky ready to let down it rain
the people shall rise to rebel to be suppressed no more.
Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 12:58 PM UTC
Acting like an accident waiting to happen.
They unprotected me and left me for dead while I was napping.
Torchered by their lies.
I can see through their hip disguise.
Again they act like the lying cheats they are.
It is to bad they have beaten up old car.
Trying to help them act to torcher.
In the heat another scorcher.
For *** lies, and video tape.
They can go on “Gilbert’s” grape.
My neighbors lie and so they act self righteous.
Then they then act to destroy my life with no bias.
No one will help.
I am here alone with the enemy about to melt.
That is all I can say.
Maybe one day they will pay!
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 3:34 PM UTC
Thinking of you
The night to get through
Thoughts, they are confused
They have consumed
My mind
So many they are not defined
Torcher
So unkind
Why do they, have to remind
The day, of your decline
The day, you left mankind
The day, of leaving me behind
Ending my time
With my partner in crime
Midnight (awake)
At nighttime
In the light shine
Shadows
Not a figment of mind
A sign
That I find
You are here
Can still hear
When I whisper
" my dear "
Midnight (awake)
Laying here
Holding back the tears
Absences of you
Being near
Years
Of waiting
For you to
Magically reappear
Midnight (awake)
Hoping the door opening
To my death is
Near
!!
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 4:32 PM UTC
Do you wanna catch a macro?
Then observe them after that?
But no one does…
And make them all just go extinct…
They used to be just buggies…
But now they’re not…
They are a bigger deal!
Do you wanna catch a macro?
And make a google sheets?
It’ll become a viral tweet,
And end up dying by a week!!!
Then somebody named Michel Clapp liked it all…
He used them to torcher us all!
Now we’re watching the weeks go by,
Really Really Slowly…
“GO AWAY MACROS!!!”
Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 4:54 PM UTC
She doesn't know what's good for her
A slave to her emotions
She hides away in mental torcher
Free from all devotion
She flirts and giggles
But i can see
That my love is in pain
I will guide her with my poetry
I would not have loved in vain
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 12:18 AM UTC
I had to let you go
you were toxic.
No matter how much I made myself deny it,
I knew that you were killing me
slowly but painfully
it was like torcher but I was allowing it.
But I mean with a smile like yours,
who wouldnt
You would kiss me
in places that if I would return there I would taste you like blood in my mouth
You'd leave me in tears and I know that you were aware of me slowly breaking
That is when I realized why Hurricanes were named after people.
Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 5:24 PM UTC
Family is power
Family is all that remains
we all say that
but we never do what we say
think about the struggles that your family does
all for your happiness and comfort
not asking for anything in return
your father works everyday to get you the food you need and the education you obtain
He never rests uneye til he sees you safe
mothers what can I say
they westand the pain to bring you life
they sit next to you and never sleep when your sick and tired
They give you all the love that nkbody could give
they love you no matter how much you did wrong
these are just simple thing from major sacrifices they have done
how do we repay them
some of us hit them withno mercy or thought
we shout out them and treat them like devils who have nothing to do but torcher us
they try to give us a hand and we just shut them up
when they become old we through them in nursing home to not deal with there problems at all.
although they cared for us when we scream and shout.
they never told us to go somewhere to not bother them and never to be heard again
they pray for us everyday but have we done the same.
everybody hold your hands up high and thank God for the family we have.
it is a blessing and a gift to have a loving parent in this dark cool place.
hug your mother and your father everyday and thank them for everything they made.
to make you the man or woman you are today .
pray for them everyday to protect them and to have mercy on them when they pass away.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 5:04 AM UTC
It's amazing how
not leaving your bed
for 2 days can take a
toll on you.
I've cried more
times than I can
count.
I've imagined
killing myself.
I've remembered
memories.
Ones that I never
want to forget.
And those that I
torcher myself over.
I've made myself
physically sick,
and I haven't eaten.
I blame you.
I blame us.
I blame you for
what I've become.
I wouldn't have been
caught that night if it weren't for
you.
I was with a boy that
distraced myself from
you.
A boy that I dreamed of
hanging out with.
You.
You ruined it.
You ruined me.
You used me.
You took advantage of me.
You said that I shouldn't
distance myself because
it scares you that I might not
come back.
Be ******* afraid.
I'm not attached at your
hip anymore.
I'm free from your grip.
You gave my friend
a death glare because you
hate him.
You hate him because I'm
friends with him,
and I refuse to talk to you.
You're mad because I
smoked my lungs
out with Dylan.
You didn't even ask if
I was okay after I had
been caught.
Fuckyoufuckyoufuckyou.
I hope you torcher yourself
to the very core
that you lost me.
I hope that it haunts you
that I might not come
back.
I hope that you're
terrified of me hurting
myself.
You live your life,
and I'll live mine.
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 6:10 PM UTC
My heart stopped as I gasped for air
At first silence...
Followed by an uncontrolled cry
It must have been torcher for thoughs who heard the cry
They know to...
That there's nothing anyone can do
Rip out my heart, please
I can't take the pain inside of me
What should I do when there's nothing I can do
I'll hold it in, so I can think
I know there has to be something.....
There's has to be
I prayed like I do every day, but today when I prayed...
I prayed questioning God...
I prayed asking why, instead of being greatful
I prayed for strength for many but most for her
This poem speaks of my pain
And without words my deepest fear
But this poems not mine
Because I could never love,
or cry out for me
like I did for her
As I write I hold myself from from weeping
I write with a lump in my throat and a pain stricken heart
A mask of strength on my face and so many words inside
Help me...
help her please...
And as I write I still can't believe...
And as I write I'm strong
I hold back most of my tears...
and put an end to this poem...
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 12:37 PM UTC
If Poetry was cornered,
and about to be scorched alive
he would stand still and strong
despite the quivering fear inside.
His murderers would begin to sneer,
watching Death dangle minutes away,
and torcher him before they'd say:
"Any last words, on your last day?"
He'd swiftly swing open,
his delicate pages aflutter
as their wretched smiles
start to crack and sputter,
in shock at the boldness
of being openly sighted
and so very vulnerable
to being instantly ignited
just to save the great works
of all the world's poets,
who poured out their hearts
so purposefully in pen.
They'd see pieces of Poe,
about to exist Nevermore.
The words of Angelou,
with emotion in store.
Frost and Untaken Roads
that now all lead to Death.
Wordsworth's wisest words,
soon to take a final breath.
Eliot and The Wasteland
will find one another soon.
Not even sad Shakespeare
is going to last till' noon.
As the observing evildoers watched,
Poetry paused on a piece prepared:
"Because I Could Not Stop for Death,"
to which they remorsefully stared.
What a shame it would be,
said proud Poetry,
to let these legacies die.
the spirits of every poet
will haunt you if you try!
The mob looked at one another,
and quickly fled the scene,
leaving the ending as happy as
A Midnight Summers Dream!
Mar 30, 2025
Mar 30, 2025 at 5:52 PM UTC
No one can change me
Even i am
Why should i torcher them in the name of love
Killing me and killing others
Yesterday Tried at most to make myself
Again went worst today
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 1:44 PM UTC
We can't ignore the fact that,
Our planet is a hellish place right now!
Little pieces of ego
Exploiting an alive blue marble,
A wet blue piece of dust
In massive field of space.
Some organic and spiritual beings
Naming themselves
Human being all human,
Behaving as a controlled chaos.
Being a machine that
Takes all the riches of the planet.
Than they give all these to a
Powerful little secretive elite,
Demanding more and more
Power and all the riches in
Striving lust of greed!
This is the sake for destroying,hurting
The beautiful nature, ecosystem;
As well as having terrible lives.
What about you?
I can't talk specificly about you,
But generaly your bodies are
Dying for passions of ego!
Because of
Hard conditions of life,
Prison of limitations,
Carrying a heavy burden of
Memories, responsibilities...
Negative beliefs, starvation to praise...
I don't know why, but somehow
You feel bad.
I don't know how, but
You feel bad.
Unless, some negative think
In some negative part of your life.
You don't know why we feel that,
How to cope with that.
Because it is never been thought to you
By your school, media, family.
You're striving so.
Striving to some unknown point.
Beyond of the material, your culture.
You don't know what to do,
So you strive continuously.
If not consciously, subconsciously.
Then fire comes in and
You become the hellish torcher of pain!
An angry tiger colored fire!
In fiery pain!
Striving and burning!
In the blaze we call humanity of today.
It is the hell inside of us!
Making the body smoke and ash.
Sickness, illness, non health, fatigue
Making the body rusty and bulky
That all caused by firing negativity!
You may call it fear, pain, boredom...
Deppression, anger, distress...
Whatever you call in any form,
It is the you being the firing lust.
It is the you being the part of the hell.
It is the you being the blaze that is
Society made of 60 trillion cells!
Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 2:35 AM UTC
I start running
I go as fast as I can
I am scared of how close it is getting to me
I don't want to know
suddenly.. I face plant
and they quickly close in
they torcher me
I scream and cry
I swear it was forever
suddenly it stops
I open my eyes
and they are gone
I try to get up and walk
but I am so sore
so I just lay there
and cry
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 3:00 PM UTC
SALUTE TO EVERY SHAHEED
Wrapped in the Tri colour, in a coffin they come.
Even come do not, the physical bodies of some.
Their widows, for their children n parents sake stays mum.
But the pain one can see in their eyes, with tears some.
Have words I do not to laud your supreme sacrifice.
Fight you bravely in burning sands, or Siyachin's freezing ice.
For your valour, n bravery, your family pays a heavy price.
Sadly, callously take your sacrifice for granted some.
O Shaheed, I salute you with all my heart, today n everyday.
You are the ones with courage, who keep the enemy at bay.
Facing them bravely even when ruthlessly torcher you they.
May God grant your families the courage, whilst in heaven you stay.
JAI HIND.
JAI HIND KI SENA.
Armin Dutia Motashaw
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 8:20 AM UTC
As the mind crys
For thoughts.
And thoughts vanish and leave with the wind
As the crys turn to images
the heart sends them to his dark mind.
As he goes crazy and leaks ink from his eyes and cleans the tears with pieces of paper.
As it runs out of words it begins to torcher him from the inside and the thoughts start to eat him alive and the only thing left is a
poets mind.
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 12:34 AM UTC
I can't stop dreaming about you. The dreams are so real. I can smell you. I can feel you. I can hear your voice that would calm me and make me laugh. When I wake up I hope I throw the dream away, never remembering it, but of course, I torcher myself, so I play it on repeat. We used to talk everyday but after that afternoon at the park at the benches we haven't even looked each other in the eye. You said you'd text me once you got yourself a working phone but alas, that day has never come. So I now wish to seek out possibly unwanted attention, to replace the hole you left me with, because my heart's missing. You stole it babe. And I want it back!
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 6:58 AM UTC
the same questions,
I'm asking myself ones again,
how, why,
results are always the same,
spent up and used up emotional pain,
it feels like am dragging a ball n a chain,
uphill in the rain..
never again..
and I mean it this time,
but lose grip n fall soon as I start to clime.
I feel so tired, I feel so weak,
the same words ones again I mentally speak,
a power greater then me
I shoud try to seek,
but i cause upset, mistrust
I lie and i sneak.
so if god dose exsist or forces in stealth,
why should they take notice
unless I help myself..
I don't understand why i cannot break free,
when I do understand what it's doing to me..
see for a minute or two I may feel fine,
when I smoke on that pipe or sniff up a line..
but what follows is awful
inside me it's carnage,
hiding bags and used pipes in the garbage..
I sweat and I panic,
im paronid and im stressed,
it feel like my Heart is gonna beat out my chest..
the mental torcher
and awful anxiety,
now in such dark place I long for sobriety..
i guess its apparent, it must be addiction,
not thinking twice about what i was mixing,
heating a spoon on the hob in kitchen..
but now looking back
i must recall the pain..
when it smashed me to bits..
almost sent me insane,
so when these dark thoughts
next enter my brain,
I have all tools to keep it contained..
I'm now In control,
drugs have no hold on me,
I'm no longer a slave,
finally I'm breaking free..
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 4:39 PM UTC
Politics are scary.
They tear friends and family apart,
They course war,
Make people afraid to be who they want to be.
They run and hide,
They try to stay out of the picture of our country.
They fear people will attack them,
Torcher them.
Attack their family.
Politics are the reason countries are divided,
Politics are the reason why kids are getting hurt all the time.
Politics
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 4:31 PM UTC
To the man with many secrets.
You speak with poems of life.
Words that tell of great loss.
Words that give you pain, agony and torcher each day.
You have the power to see light,
the power that only you can give yourself.
Words of light are waiting for you.
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 2:23 PM UTC