"traumatize" poems
So I'm writing a fiction novel
Cool, what's It about?
Well, it's set in a dystopian society.
So not very cheerful. Tell me about the society.
There are multiple different governments that disagree with each other, millions die everyday, people are tortured, some people are even killing themselves because of diseases of the mind, sometimes people hurt each other bad enough emotionally they traumatize them. People still judge each other based on things they can't change and your beliefs can get you killed. People shoot other people for no reason and there are always nuclear weapons pointed at each other. Crazy people and worse, some sane people ****** people remorselessly and so many people hate each other.
Sounds awful, what's it called?
Reality.
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 11:20 AM UTC
A is for Alpha
B is for Barbie
C is for Couple
D is for Destiny
E is for Engagement
F is for Fancy
G is for Gullible
H is for Happy
I is for Illusion
J is for Jealous
K is for Kingdom
L is for Lonely
M is for Mistress
N is for Nagging
O is for Often
P is for Pregnant
Q is for Question
R is for Rejecting
S is for Suicide
T is for Traumatize
U is for Understand
V is for Vaguely
W is for Whisky
X is for Xanax
Y is for Yesterday
Z is for Zombie.
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 3:07 AM UTC
From my miserable cavity, out spills terror;
An illusion waiting to bite, the heavy desire of hunger
Splatter and traumatize with desire
Eyes creeping around the corner
When the shadow swiftly descends,
The next victim has been found.
Jul 17, 2023
Jul 17, 2023 at 11:00 PM UTC
I felt bad about that day
When I shot, stabbed, and threw you away
I felt regret, I felt agonized
Is it to late to Apologize?
I attacked you, and hit you hard
I left you buried in my backyard
I tried to dig you, but you weren't there
I gave you pain that I cannot bear
I made it up to you by suicide
Is it to late to Apologize?
I felt misery I cannoit lie
But I promise you, I did try
I looked for you everyday
I just could not stay away
I tried and tried every night
Hoping that I just might make it right.
I then became traumatize
So tell me, Is it to late to Apologize?
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 10:44 PM UTC
As the world slowly turns
And governments try to rise
It will surely please my sight
To see them fall before my eyes
Everywhere I turn to look
A new law is being created
For what? Why so?
To traumatize and belittle us
Why must we obey a human power
All we need is the Lord thy God
To govern us and lead us abroad
No need for following the devil's
Dark angels of havoc and chaos
I am with the lawless
I'd rather govern myself
As should we all..
Let's come together people
Let us rise up in revolution
And stake claim our own land
"America, land of the free" they say,
Can someone show to me
What is free in this place?
We should be able to do whatever
To be allowed to ingress wherever
But instead we are bound by rule
This society must someday change
I am in a state of nihilism
Let us run and do what we please
I surely refuse to remain enclosed
Living in attendance to injustice
Me and my crew are ready for war
Time has come to overthrow
Let's make the law's ship flounder
Sinking to the abyss of nothingness
Rise anarchy rise!!!
The trillions of dollars they sit on
Let's take it from their sacred places
I'm ready to orchestrate dominance
Let's machinate the takeover
If blood shall be spilled,
Then let it be spilled honorably
In battle as one
As long as we accomplish our goal
To become a heavenly anarchy
Making peace reside in our land
No more indescriminate deaths
No more unhealthy eating
No inhumane death of animals
We must live freely
As wild mustangs on grassy plains
If anyone stands by me
With a load of support
It will happen
Just wait and see...
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 5:02 AM UTC
There's a HOLE in my bucket!
So I'm sorry if my badness contaminated you last night!
I tried to contain it all in my bucket but my bucket has a hole in it and all the BADNESS is leaking out! I am now in search of a bucket repair system so I can keep everything properly stored and contained so as not to bother anyone with my pain and badness.
I am sorry for the dissociation and the visible badness that leaked through the hole last night. The duct tape clearly is not as strong as they say...so I do hope I can find that bucket repair kit today so you will never have to see the badness and filth again.
I hope that I did not traumatize you too badly with my badness and I hope that you will forgive me for showing it to you. I do know how horribly traumatizing even hearing about my badness can be...which is why I tried so hard to keep it in the bucket.
I'm sorry for the frustration and pain I caused you and I will do my best to repair the bucket, using the tools you tried so diligently to teach me, and you will never have to be exposed to Nita's badness again.
Promise!
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 8:30 PM UTC
Oh captain, captain
Have you looked around
We have a problem
I think we need to slow down
I've noticed how you
Don't show your gentle side
You keep it tight
Tucked neatly inside
Let's tug a little
At the loose ends popping out
Let's try to show the word
What you're really about
You might act tough
But truly you're dying to cry
Let your lies and demons out
All your past, traumatize
In the end you have
The raw being I love
You have my favorite person
Who fits me like a glove
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 4:57 PM UTC
This anxiety,
is making me anxious.
Feeding itself,
until it becomes dangerous.
It’s PTSD,
of some varying degree.
Each startup and failure,
taking its toll on me.
The inability to remember,
the pain and the fear.
Forgetting the scars,
that should be so clear.
The voice in your head,
reassuring you.
Saying this time will be different,
when you know it’s not true.
Louder and louder,
till it starts to scream.
Your anxiety grows,
and splits at the seam.
Then you give in,
letting go at last.
The voice takes control,
and repeats the past.
Another, another!!
It screams in a growl.
More, more!!
A predator on the prowl.
Then it is gone,
and you’re just floating there.
Trying to make sense of things,
trying to be aware.
Then it all crashes down,
and you’re drowning in hate.
You’re full of self loathing,
and memories that exacerbate.
Now the long road ahead,
seems to have no end.
Your chest hurts so bad,
and the tremors set in.
You can’t eat or sleep,
so you traumatize your brain.
You’re scared you might die,
but you’re more scared of the pain.
Four days and you’re better,
but the memories end.
Then that tiny voice,
starts to whisper again.
Over and over,
rinse and repeat.
Slowly killing yourself,
for a small fix of heat.
Nov 6, 2019
Nov 6, 2019 at 1:44 PM UTC
Move over now lovestruck child
Your tears cannot bring me to my knees
Its an old tale of wrath and discord
I don't love you or your deep blue seas
It ***** to be a girl like me
Hush hush little crush
Stop that foolish quickening heart beat
You hold no warmth to my flame
My passion could traumatize your petty dreams
No one could truly love a girl like me
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 7:09 AM UTC
Sadly your just a player!
If you not willing to fully commit to love.
without any conditions.
Player!
You're not committed to given love, unconditional.
Player!
Unofficially your just playing your postion.
Player your game has no emotions of cognition.
Player! You've completely lost your mind CTE,
Concussion due to the impact
from head on head collisions,traumatize,
disturbing,recognition.
You're just a
Player!
in a game
Disillusioned
thinking that you're winning.
Stop lying to your self
Foolishly thinking that your winning.
When your just really a pawn looking to
Substitute the role of a queen position.
But there can only be one King.
Don't you ever forget it.
Sacrificial player.
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 5:56 AM UTC
A memorized murmur again in my mind,
And once more, it wasn’t at all kind.
I could feel the water in my eyes,
And now, It’s all gone, my disguise.
It’s the same tears that
I felt all those years ago.
In my skull was that retained frozen photo,
A memory, too difficult to remember,
To this thought, I once again surrender.
All this was, was another ticking time bomb,
That was going to blow when I was once again calm.
I can’t escape it,
I’m trying to run away but I’m too unfit,
Right now I’m captured and I’m not sure how to escape,
Maybe I should stay here and just wait,
For something to happen or nothing at all,
At least here there’s no wall,
To what is real and what is fake,
And from all this pretend I get a tremendous backache,
From carrying the weight of trying to seem okay,
Because that fantasy is all an act as if I was on Broadway.
If I stay here,
I’ll do what I feared,
To end my life,
Over some silly strife.
But won’t that mean the memory won’t repeat?
Won’t that mean all my suffering will be a deadbeat?
No longer will I have to feel pain,
That goes around in my stupid old brain.
All I’ll feel is peace,
But who will find me?
That’s the missing puzzle piece.
I don’t want to traumatize another soul,
Because that was never my goal.
I just want the pain to stop,
Not for it to be swapped.
Sep 19, 2021
Sep 19, 2021 at 10:42 AM UTC
(Children chasing, people screaming)
Good American fun
At a baseball game (pee-wee)
I sat on the top row of a twelve-seater
Bleacher, clustered between strangers
Declaring war on second graders.
To the right, a blank score board
Screamed the depression of a
Poor town's last winter, while
In contrast
The smell of concession stand
Popcorn enticed the eager middle
Schoolers with loose quarters.
All people were eager to lose their
Own frustrations in a children's game;
They would traumatize the left-hand hitters.
I looked left, to the other end of the field,
Opposite the obvious winners.
Beside the cluster of flowers where
I got stung by the yellow jacket,
Behind the fence where my brother
Kissed his first crush,
You stood there.
Your ***** blonde hair was ruffled
Wild. Your eyes, hungry.
All stared, frozen.
You stumbled forward.
(Children chasing, people screaming)
No more fun.
Nothing ruins a mid-Atlantic spring day like a zombie infestation.
Apr 27, 2012
Apr 27, 2012 at 12:48 PM UTC
So you got robbed. Don't think of yourself as a victim. Look at it as an expression of the robber's occupational and social deficits. Don't let it traumatize you for life. After all, can you compare it to being murdered? We need to have some appreciation for scale here. We don't want to go back to the Victorian notion that people are fragile flowers who can't handle having a gun pointed at them and losing a few dollars. That's a form of condescension, after all.
You're complaining about a burglary? Some men see a mere doorknob lock as a flirtation. And surely we don't want to see the end of flirtations and seductions! Must we all now install deadbolts and security systems? What's next--chastity belts? What happened to joie de vivre and devil-may-care?
So a drunk driver hit your car. Do you really want to have him arrested? It was a misunderstanding; he didn't realize that four cocktails and driving are technically illegal. And should they be? Do we want to criminalize ordinary reckless behavior? Haven't we all done something a bit foolish or clumsy in our younger days? Do we want a society in which everyone has to be careful what they do, all the time? A society in which people must count their drinks before getting behind the wheel? We are moving away from the ideals of a liberal democracy and toward totalitarianism!
So you were murdered. You can look at is as an opportunity to learn more about what happens after death. Your career was ended and your earthly form deteriorated, but that's not the end of the world. Now you live as a memory, and people appreciate you more. What doesn't **** you makes you stronger, and what kills you enshrines. There is honor in being dead. It is time we brought back the old virtues!
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 8:21 AM UTC
I have been quiet for a long time.
But that doesn't give you the right to take my silence for granted or to taunt me, torture me or traumatize me even.
For there is always a calm before the storm and
I don't intend to say that I carry a storm inside me or with me
because I am one.
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 12:33 AM UTC
Though Life can be extremely difficult
and experiences can deeply traumatize us,
we can learn to control how we respond -
as demonstrated by our Lord, Christ Jesus.
For He alone is the hope of our glory;
when we show genuine, jubilant enthusiasm,
we naturally exhibit that “God is within”;
thus, we’re able… to bridge sin’s chasm.
This separation from God can be overcome
with daily prayer and faith’s resilience.
Become intimate with your “Identity in Christ”
and continue to reflect the Kingdom’s brilliance.
Having energetic and vibrant attitudes,
we see more opportunities brought to our door.
Via God’s Love and abundance principles,
His blessings upon us… continue to pour.
Remember! We’re blessed to be a blessing;
prayerfully develop your mission’s vision.
Search for personal solutions within The Word,
while reducing the likelihood of… bad decisions.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Col 3:18-25; Eph 6:4-9
Enthusiasm is defined from a combination of Greek words: “Theos” means God, while the other two words are “En-Tae”, which implies within. So enthusiasm actually means the “God Within.” It is the shining source of goodness and respect for one’s self and others.
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 8:12 AM UTC
I Romanticize
And visualize
The Real eyes
Full of Despise
So Dramatized yet
Can't Realize the
Real Lies so quick
Disguised by
Their Improvised
Alibis that will arise
When ice flame dies
baptized by
Unholy flies now
Desensitized by
So blessed by those
Bedeviled Snake eyes
That traumatize,
Yet tantalize my soul
And likewise,
These ****** skies
Sorrowed demise,
Was brought upon by
White lies.
Now tainting lives,
Once colorized,
so grey.
Your eyes.
Beloved Reprise
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 1:10 AM UTC
If you really love someone, you have to let them be with the one they truly love the most.
If you can’t let them go, then do you insist on controlling their life forever?
Do you want to traumatize and haunt their life so you’ll never leave them alone, even in their dreams?
Do you think you’re proper, fit enough to be their companion?
How do you think they will act towards you after what you’ve done?
In the end, can you really love if you only show affections behind a wall or pain?
There is no love that can be shown, if it is held against by its will to abide only by your bidding.
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 3:11 PM UTC
The fact that a nightmare becomes truth
Shatters hope for a life of dreamt fantasy
Dare to blame me for a life uncouth
Traumatize whats left of me
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 1:16 AM UTC
Tonight I ask God
Why?
What makes me less
Worthy of carrying a
Child
Than parents that
Never wanted
Their kids?
I,
A woman clean of
Smoke and drink and scandal,
Must walk through
Hell
To get what I want,
Whilst others
Traumatize their offspring
With their chaos.
I see the mirror image
Of what I desire
Almost every day.
Yet,
Those that have it,
Have not gone through
What I, God,
Have gone through.
You know this better
Than anyone.
Yes,
I know
I'm not
Perfect.
But what about me
Yields my ability
To create life?
To create it for you, God
Why
Must I feel
This broken?
All I can do is trust You
Jan 22, 2025
Jan 22, 2025 at 12:37 AM UTC
Growing up as a child and a young teen was not the best,
The memories up to this day traumatize me:
I always remember the bad ones and never the rest.
Now don't take this as a sob story I don't take well to pity,
Just give me a few minutes to dwell
On a childhood that was anything but well.
It was the 29th day of March,
A long and eerie night
A miscarriage was near in sight
The doctor told her:
Its very possible that you will lose your baby
After hours of pain and blood loss
Came a bundle of joy with "cat eyes" that brought light to all a young mother's flaws.
It was a miracle.
"Its a baby girl, woah look at those eyes they are almost bioluminescent in the dark"
Parents could never be so proud to bring such a beautiful creature to the world.
"I wish all the best, to this little girl"
Life was great
But I wasn't truly welcomed
Some people my existence upset.
But as a baby and toddler, it was great all I had to do was breastfeed, cry and ****
Then time happened and life became complicated.
My mom cheated (or was continuously cheating) and there was no preset
My dad wished there was a reset
And me... I was treated like an asset;
For money.
For **** sake my young years have been duped.
Jonesy 2019 ©
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 8:41 AM UTC
The crowd around me’s thick with all the faces I’ve created
They’re all bleary eyed, but I still try
To find one that isn’t jaded
I tell myself it’s all my fault, though I know that isn’t true
I still blame myself for all the hell
That you have put me through
Your fire burned my soul and left it’s ashes in my core
Icy veins just can’t sustain
My life source anymore
I don’t want to hide behind the darkness of the truth
It wasn’t me; you’re the thief
That stole away my youth
So I closed my eyes to the monsters you left behind
Now I’m stuck asleep, unaware of my reality
I won’t awake. I died that day
You can’t seem to see, it was you that murdered me
And I just can’t--understand
You shouldn’t be allowed to throw away your child
You shot those words like bullets, now all I see is smoke
Reload the gun, I turn to run
As it seeps from your throat
I walked in on crutches; did you ever let that soak in?
I know you knew, so how could you
Break someone already broken?
I hope your eyes turn white from all that you refuse to see
All you see is you, so it must be true
You’re the queen of everything
Just peel away the flesh and blood you cursed upon my bones
Since it’s yours to take, you won’t hesitate
To sit upon your throne
So I closed my eyes to the monsters you left behind
Now I’m stuck asleep, unaware of my reality
I won’t awake. I died that day
You can’t seem to see, it was you that murdered me
And I just can’t--understand
You shouldn’t be allowed to throw away your child
I can’t seem to wake up. Just want you to make up
For what you said to me, I need an apology.
What hurts me the most is I just won’t let go
Of the kind woman who liked to hold my hand
*Penalize, traumatize
Recognize all the lies
Crying, I’m dying
From all of your lying
Lost at sea, I can’t breathe
What have you done to me?
Drowning, I’m drowning, I’m drowning*
I won’t awake. I died that day
You can’t seem to see, it was you that murdered me
And I just can’t--understand
You shouldn’t be allowed to throw away your child
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 5:25 PM UTC
It tears the border,
like an army of sunken ships and color in the blank seas
It tears the heart,
like a bullet rushing to the finish line but always paused in motion.
It tears the life,
for g-d knows what life truly is.
It tears the thoughts,
for cracked vases do shatter.
Beneath the cold and rough hands,
of broken and battered.
It is skilled.
It tears everything.
Shatters them completely,
until dust is left in each place.
Would 'obliterate' be a good choice of word?
Perhaps 'traumatize',
since that is what happens when 'it' is all over.
And what brings this?
Life.
Life must come,
only to take.
One more is one less.
Leaving the effortless life-taking to be the simplest choice.
It is skilled.
It has you believing ropes and knives are friends.
Knives numb the pain.
So do pain-killers.
As does the stinging of a ringing in your head,
from what you thought would be a simple escape to Neverland.
Ropes bring emotional and physical pain.
Then the walls have holes,
and the scars burn in the rain.
They say,
"Don't do it!
There's a better way!"
Yet they never seem to say,
"It's a illusion that takes you farther from where you wanted to be,
and it gets complicated."
It is skilled.
It tears the little hairs from your head.
It tears the children sleeping in bed.
It tears the words you can't unsay.
It tears the people,
who never seem to stay.
It tears a hole in your gut.
It tears a penny in an empty cup.
It tears until you don't look up.
It tears like a river, moving quick.
It tears and stabs, as it is slick.
It is skilled.
It should be feared.
Living on the brink of "where am I?"
And "whose body am I in?"
There you wonder if everything you've done is a sin.
Alas you don't expect to be forgiven.
In your mind,
you've already sinned,
so you figure you may as well give in.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC
When I see the life's colours
The emotions in me rise
From the yellow Sun comes the warmth of love
Held open by the bluest skies
When I see life's illusions
Waves of fluttered doubts rise
Though the Almighty's sigh
Showers and clears them from the vast sky
When I think of life's wonder
Waves of Amazement in me rise
Let no man put asunder
The beauty that I find
When I see life's mad elements
Shimmering Craziness in me rise
From the gloomy heart's scent
Leaves no other choice
When I see life's gifts
Passionate charity moulds in me
From the heart of gold
With rejoice and fraternity
When I see life's foam
Bubble-like desires in me rise
With heavy and blissful tops
But still smashed like pies
When I see life's bonds
Desires for divine in me rise
Like ligaments and tendons
Waiting for the day to traumatize
When I see the whole universe in life
Willin' curiosity in me rise
To solve the unsolved
No one can summarise
When I see the downtrodden
The need in me does rise
To not forget the forgotten
As I look to the warm the Sun in the sky..
Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 12:01 PM UTC
he's in love with movements of air;
her distances traveled between it
we were so visibly shaken
after the rest died out &
your bouquet dried out
we were left with our sagging, old brains
& no one's interested, beyond our machines
in our old constructs, or perhaps, new mishaps
he was unsure of what he should be seeking, and
it appeared the pipes in the basement were leaking
yoke propped onto his cracked shoulders, scrutinized
by the heavy eyes of caliginous violet smoulders
she's in love with unfair moments
the blurring of every before and after
barring the moon through creaky rafters
with ****** gloom and insincere laughter
at the sky, bearing its last each and all
tapping on a shivering wall
with a head to traumatize,
to object to the onslaught-
is to reject the tireless ****
a timeless, photogenic glut
and a refutation, erased
a collection of
twelve billion cells
with a ****** captain
giving in to the never-ending
aching, delving, pervading, as
the lecherous lecturer
and a solemn giantess
left on the barren foothill
where it all transgressed
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 12:14 AM UTC