"tourmented" poems
Thunder collapsed upon me, lightening did
Strike upon my flesh, scaring the tissue black
Scorched pain as like a pool of fear quivering
At each strike upon ones self.
The rain fell, unlike a monsoon of emotion
Did these tear burn from pools once pure
But now tainted with vines of red, feeding
One the vision seen now blood red.
Tears were cupped so neither evidence of
Fallen emotion was seen, I drank upon my
Sorrow what had fallen evaporated towards
The mind of hate, like a storm building strength.
So the voice did break forth like a dam of emotion,
Courage, hesitant moments before the whispers
Of wind were heard then like a tornado of truth
Breaking your torment, then like the breeze you
Were scattered far and wide, never to hurt me again.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 4:52 PM UTC
**** it,
I'm done.
I can't take this **** anymore
someone is palying a trick on me
it's like the world was made
mean for the purpose of my own personal torture.
Too much suffering for one man,
surely this isn't just
my life was made to rust.
I am deceived by everyone,
those who speak the alien toungue
of hate, *** and pride
those who aren't alive.
I've been tourmented
I've been ******
False hope given then
driven back down to suffocate
in an abyss of black ink
as if to make me long the
smell of the deserved air.
To whatever is pulling those
strings.
On behalf of a simple mortal being
**** you .
Hard.
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 2:04 PM UTC
community overcome by
ingenious ridiculouness
roaring through the
commerce neighbourhoods in
urbanias down town area
slowly stating truths as lies
offenders bleached into rays of blue
forced to live amongst shadows
sanity slipps away as the mind
asumes memory as all we've got
noticing nothing but the
calculated risks of the end
tourmented by formal
indifferences backed by
timeless thoughts of lost
youth that once was...
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 3:25 PM UTC
I've been walking down a road of thumb tacks
Each fowl word and evil glance they give
Sticks into your Human flesh.
You try and lift up your head.
But, their judgment crown of thorns cuts to streams of blood.
As my tourmented soul wishes for the relief of being dead.
Drying tears of emptiness of the lack of supporters by your side.
You scream, aloud, due to years of useless torment, yet not one ear ever hears.
You fear you'll be preyed upon by the packs of emotional wolves waiting for you to just make one simple mistake.
They attack you in numbers.
Tearing your soul's flesh to shreds
As you fear your life is a useless spot taken.
You feel like a joke.
The more the predators lurk like vultures in the desert....
Onward you walk in a barren land not fitting in for some odd defined reasoning.
You lose your strength to go on.
The bullies have battered your head in....
Like a boxer....you are too punch drunk to think.
As your sanity is tested by ice you walk upon that's mighty thin.
"Watch how you walk"
One false move.....you fall into frozen and cold waters.
You shall freeze to death from backs that turn away...
Turning once warm and sweet air to a dark and bitter air .
frozen to cold.
Dying,slowly, alone, would anyone care to rescue a battered and now shivering soul.....
After the bullies forced you to fit into "their version of Society's "
Mold.
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 7:40 AM UTC
I loved the idea of love,
-once-
entranced by the beating time,
forever trapped in the moment
of when I was lost inside your eyes.
I told you that I loved you,
and I'm truly sorry that I lied,
but you were just another harlot
with a siren between your thighs.
Cursed to be eternily tourmented,
by the taste and texture of your lips,
twisted into blind perception,
every time I accept your sinful kiss.
The devil has the masters strings,
to toy and make us dance in tasteless bliss,
then draw the night to dreary's end,
and paint the stars of which we wish.
Jul 14, 2010
Jul 14, 2010 at 8:37 PM UTC
**** it,
I'm done.
I can't take this **** anymore
someone is playing a trick on me
it's like the world was made
mean for the purpose of my own personal torture.
Too much suffering for one man,
surely this isn't just
my life was made to rust.
I am deceived by everyone,
those who speak the alien toungue
of hate, *** and pride
those who aren't alive.
I've been tourmented
I've been ******
False hope given
then driven back down
to suffocate
in an abyss of black ink
as if to make me long the
smell of the deserved air.
To whatever is pulling those
strings:
on behalf of a simple
mortal being who
dosen't know your ugly face:
I will not laugh.
I shall not cry.
But you are dreaming if you think
I'll give up on my dreams.
Numbers are numbers,
and I'm not on a scale.
So come back where you came
cause I'm gonna try
twice as hard on your ***
I forgive myself of the pain I am,
having always believed I wasn't a man
and though I feel
the darkness rise to conquer
I will always believe
that light is stronger.
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 11:38 AM UTC
The aches and pains of my heart
My soul is nearly dead
I pray to find relief something
Nothing comes to mind
I try desperately, trying desperately to find
The answers the cure
My tourmented soul is weak
My body grows tired
My tourmented soul
Alone in the silence
Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 11:28 AM UTC
I realize I been living in a world of lies, deep emotions so bad I can hardly control. I look around and see happy faces but deep down inside the depths of their souls they are sad tourmented by the darkness that dieing to come into the light. My mind is roaming all over searching for the truth searching for what seems impossible to figure out. When I finally come to a conclusion that the truth is not in my thoughts,not in what other people think but in what god thinks. Once I seek out what he know ,then I know his thoughts are true.
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 5:06 PM UTC
You're loosing your mind.
You're loosing your popularity.
You're loosing your dignity.
And worse of all,
You're loosing our respect.
A tourmented idol for your daughter.
A fallen hero to your son.
A broken lover to your wife.
Yet, you think you're right.
In other places, majority wins.
Sense and reason are what they are.
But somehow, you are the victim.
Somehow, we are the blame.
Your daughter may forget due to her sensitivity.
Your wife may forget due to her undying love.
Your friends may forget due to their tolerance.
But your son, he perceives things differently.
You're loosing your daughter.
You're loosing your wife.
You're loosing your son.
Happy Fathers Day.
Jun 22, 2017
Jun 22, 2017 at 5:02 PM UTC