"victimisation" poems - Hello Poetry

I fear thyself I fear attraction I fear unfamiliarity I fear attention I fear incidence I fear conversation I fear interaction I fear answers I fear questions I fear to tell my story I fear to hear yours I fear compliance I fear conflict I fear benevolence I fear mutuality I fear victimisation I fear change I fear to love I fear to hate I fear significance I fear insignificance I fear the lies we tell I fear the truths we hide I fear imprisonment I fear freedom I fear hope I fear despair I fear old age I fear children I fear intelligence I fear ignorance I fear to take I fear to give I fear to borrow I fear to loan I fear to exchange I fear to teach I fear to learn I fear to laugh I fear to cry I fear to be I fear not to be I fear to be afraid I fear to be brave I fear to die I fear to live I fear discomfort I fear responsibility I fear to gain I fear to lose I fear victory I fear defeat I fear antrophy I fear hypertrophy I fear inertia I fear activity I fear obedience I fear disobedience I fear justice I fear injustice I fear totality I fear poverty I fear embarrassment I fear addiction I fear declamation I fear guilt I fear pride I fear delusion I fear unfulfillment I fear my apathy I fear to be wakeful I fear to be tired I fear my capabilities I fear my incapabilities I fear my dreams I fear my nightmares I fear women I fear men I fear being disabled I fear misinterpretation I fear misrepresentation I fear altruism I fear limitation I fear to endear I fear to inspire I fear to forget I fear to remember I fear self doubt I fear discrimination I fear starvation I fear migration I fear fragility I fear formality I fear banality I fear enticement I fear cruelty I fear judgement I fear to embrace I endure what I fear I endure because I must I endure myself because I fear Endure thyself

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Dec 11, 2014

Dec 11, 2014 at 6:37 AM UTC

JustinG

Endure Thyself

I fear thyself I fear attraction I fear unfamiliarity I fear attention I fear incidence I fear conversation I fear interaction I fear answers I fear questions I fear to tell my story I fear to hear yours I fear compliance I fear conflict I fear benevolence I fear mutuality I fear victimisation I fear change I fear to love I fear to hate I fear significance I fear insignificance I fear the lies we tell I fear the truths we hide I fear imprisonment I fear freedom I fear hope I fear despair I fear old age I fear children I fear intelligence I fear ignorance I fear to take I fear to give I fear to borrow I fear to loan I fear to exchange I fear to teach I fear to learn I fear to laugh I fear to cry I fear to be I fear not to be I fear to be afraid I fear to be brave I fear to die I fear to live I fear discomfort I fear responsibility I fear to gain I fear to lose I fear victory I fear defeat I fear antrophy I fear hypertrophy I fear inertia I fear activity I fear obedience I fear disobedience I fear justice I fear injustice I fear totality I fear poverty I fear embarrassment I fear addiction I fear declamation I fear guilt I fear pride I fear delusion I fear unfulfillment I fear my apathy I fear to be wakeful I fear to be tired I fear my capabilities I fear my incapabilities I fear my dreams I fear my nightmares I fear women I fear men I fear being disabled I fear misinterpretation I fear misrepresentation I fear altruism I fear limitation I fear to endear I fear to inspire I fear to forget I fear to remember I fear self doubt I fear discrimination I fear starvation I fear migration I fear fragility I fear formality I fear banality I fear enticement I fear cruelty I fear judgement I fear to embrace I endure what I fear I endure because I must I endure myself because I fear Endure thyself

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Fend off our victimisation Our celestial visualisation Help to keep the harmful at bay Tell us how love will find a way In times of ruinous meandering When our cognitive strengths are weak As baneful people take to slandering I will be there just seek I'm where you alone will find me When my troubled times will grind me I will seek my comfort in you There is nothing we cannot do The jealous, vicious, ugly hate That others land at our door The pain in their lives must be great To think they can destroy our core Life takes over it beats you down But your accomplishments renown The person you are in my eyes As through the ashes you will rise We stand, as always, together As one potent heart forever

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Apr 17, 2017

Apr 17, 2017 at 7:04 AM UTC

Colzzmacdonald

I Won't Give Up On You

Fend off our victimisation Our celestial visualisation Help to keep the harmful at bay Tell us how love will find a way In times of ruinous meandering When our cognitive strengths are weak As baneful people take to slandering I will be there just seek I'm where you alone will find me When my troubled times will grind me I will seek my comfort in you There is nothing we cannot do The jealous, vicious, ugly hate That others land at our door The pain in their lives must be great To think they can destroy our core Life takes over it beats you down But your accomplishments renown The person you are in my eyes As through the ashes you will rise We stand, as always, together As one potent heart forever

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I will not stand by while abuse happens six months of cyclical hell the push and pull of your desire insatiate this issue has never been singular confined to some imaginary private space in the public view of us all using your circumstances to justify the victimisation of another to the point of collapse the coloniser builds a fort because they're afraid of their own violent mirror-image projected into the landscape do you recognise yours?

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Jul 30, 2018

Jul 30, 2018 at 5:14 PM UTC

mitakiharashi

control

I will not stand by while abuse happens six months of cyclical hell the push and pull of your desire insatiate this issue has never been singular confined to some imaginary private space in the public view of us all using your circumstances to justify the victimisation of another to the point of collapse the coloniser builds a fort because they're afraid of their own violent mirror-image projected into the landscape do you recognise yours?

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its been almost five years and i can still tell you every word those kids spat on me with i can recite every method of victimisation they deployed and i can name each one off by heart its been almost five years and i still get nightmares, five years and i still can’t rationalise what i did to deserve that besides being myself, five years and i still blame myself for being a target even though i know better its been almost five years and i still can’t see past those flaws that they made me so aware of at such a young age its been almost five years and i still can’t stand up proud and look at myself and tell you I’ve embraced those qualities that i was down trodden on because of its been almost five years and i still can’t see past them five years 1 825 days 43 800 hours (approximately) and i still see that girl not that girl, that man, the she woman with no ***** and wide shoulders and ugly man arms that was too stupid to realise they were teasing her when they called her names by code so they launched a full throttle attack every break i still see her, smiling and laughing with them while they mocked her shrinking smaller and smaller at every word (only metaphorically of course) because all she felt were the ever-spreading canyons of her body with her flaws that dipped and rose and spread across a landscape that would never be good enough its been almost five years and i don’t hold them accountable for any of it they didn’t build or live in that body (it was only i) they didn’t chose to let it get to me (it was only i) they didn’t decide to not tell anyone and let it fester so deep until the smell of ***** was the only thing that could mask the wreak of the insecurities left behind i don’t know if i’d be different if none of that had occurred because who can blame events that happened five years ago for who i am today all i know is i still wait, i still stay up long after everything is dark and still and quiet and the events still replay the words still hang over amplified (by only i) its been almost five years and all i can say is i hope those wretched people are better off now (i hate that im so weak) //ale a

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Apr 3, 2014

Apr 3, 2014 at 5:29 AM UTC

bloominq

2.6 million seconds

its been almost five years and i can still tell you every word those kids spat on me with i can recite every method of victimisation they deployed and i can name each one off by heart its been almost five years and i still get nightmares, five years and i still can’t rationalise what i did to deserve that besides being myself, five years and i still blame myself for being a target even though i know better its been almost five years and i still can’t see past those flaws that they made me so aware of at such a young age its been almost five years and i still can’t stand up proud and look at myself and tell you I’ve embraced those qualities that i was down trodden on because of its been almost five years and i still can’t see past them five years 1 825 days 43 800 hours (approximately) and i still see that girl not that girl, that man, the she woman with no ***** and wide shoulders and ugly man arms that was too stupid to realise they were teasing her when they called her names by code so they launched a full throttle attack every break i still see her, smiling and laughing with them while they mocked her shrinking smaller and smaller at every word (only metaphorically of course) because all she felt were the ever-spreading canyons of her body with her flaws that dipped and rose and spread across a landscape that would never be good enough its been almost five years and i don’t hold them accountable for any of it they didn’t build or live in that body (it was only i) they didn’t chose to let it get to me (it was only i) they didn’t decide to not tell anyone and let it fester so deep until the smell of ***** was the only thing that could mask the wreak of the insecurities left behind i don’t know if i’d be different if none of that had occurred because who can blame events that happened five years ago for who i am today all i know is i still wait, i still stay up long after everything is dark and still and quiet and the events still replay the words still hang over amplified (by only i) its been almost five years and all i can say is i hope those wretched people are better off now (i hate that im so weak) //ale a

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Clumsy dismount down from the scrutiny of cross cut shredder victimisation A shamefaced, self-actualising whingebag My name is Daughter My name is Employee My name is Passenger. Payee. Belonging at an irreduceable remove from A heart, childishly pasted in a carapace of postage stamps. Once kept in albums of purposeful art. The role is guilt ridden recipient more often than sender. Reassembly will be an inexpert labour of love But not that kind, amigo But not that kind I'm to be my own pet. I can see that once I was off I was always off. All of us who have lived this close to the end of England are forever leaving the sea I am leaving the sea and everything i've ever dumped in it Cold chips. Warm eyes, busted loves It's all now bound behind me. For the continent For the sea. Weeping now and fielding concerned looks not for me but for the balance I'm so relieved I'm so free I could bite something hard and break my teeth.

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Sep 27, 2016

Sep 27, 2016 at 8:28 AM UTC

demi-cybulski

This Close To Cold Chips

Clumsy dismount down from the scrutiny of cross cut shredder victimisation A shamefaced, self-actualising whingebag My name is Daughter My name is Employee My name is Passenger. Payee. Belonging at an irreduceable remove from A heart, childishly pasted in a carapace of postage stamps. Once kept in albums of purposeful art. The role is guilt ridden recipient more often than sender. Reassembly will be an inexpert labour of love But not that kind, amigo But not that kind I'm to be my own pet. I can see that once I was off I was always off. All of us who have lived this close to the end of England are forever leaving the sea I am leaving the sea and everything i've ever dumped in it Cold chips. Warm eyes, busted loves It's all now bound behind me. For the continent For the sea. Weeping now and fielding concerned looks not for me but for the balance I'm so relieved I'm so free I could bite something hard and break my teeth.

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When it comes to fairness, feelings are useless scales. the curse of subjectivity, and volunerability of ego, smell of victimisation. we will never be free with this attitude. your pain is always stronger than mine, I will always be more fatigued. I will never understand. you will never understand. one has always been through a hotter Hell than the other. deeper scars. bigger disappointments. yes, we are both bruised by Life. so let us comfort each other, rather than compete. there is no room for it in our love. we're both too old, and have been through too much to act like stubborn children. there is no "i" in "denial".

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Nov 21, 2014

Nov 21, 2014 at 2:26 AM UTC

sgholter

hotter Hell

When it comes to fairness, feelings are useless scales. the curse of subjectivity, and volunerability of ego, smell of victimisation. we will never be free with this attitude. your pain is always stronger than mine, I will always be more fatigued. I will never understand. you will never understand. one has always been through a hotter Hell than the other. deeper scars. bigger disappointments. yes, we are both bruised by Life. so let us comfort each other, rather than compete. there is no room for it in our love. we're both too old, and have been through too much to act like stubborn children. there is no "i" in "denial".

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You misunderstood my darling, come closer, I'll whisper it to you; closer now, draw in once more, I crave nothing more than your twisted temptation - close enough? **** you* You did hear me correctly darling, there was no stutter, you are deserving of nothing less, that's just it you see, you deserve less than nothing for you care for no-one for destruction forms your entertainment You got it yet? Don't you dare think that I feel anything I am neither angry nor sad, I do not hate you, I am indifferent sorry for the victimisation.

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Dec 18, 2014

Dec 18, 2014 at 4:08 PM UTC

autumn-shayse

**** you*

You misunderstood my darling, come closer, I'll whisper it to you; closer now, draw in once more, I crave nothing more than your twisted temptation - close enough? **** you* You did hear me correctly darling, there was no stutter, you are deserving of nothing less, that's just it you see, you deserve less than nothing for you care for no-one for destruction forms your entertainment You got it yet? Don't you dare think that I feel anything I am neither angry nor sad, I do not hate you, I am indifferent sorry for the victimisation.

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you are lying on your back in a bed 5,487 miles away from home. there are geckos trilling from the corridors and the trees cast shadows in the room above the door, the air con whirs and you shift, sticky, skin sweating against starched cotton sheets too hot, too humid, too much everything is too much, but at least it’s too much here instead of too much back there; you visit temples, vast and golden in their glory, and white and intricate in their purity; ocher where the sun has kissed blessings upon their pillars, and pretend that you too are subjected to the numinous nature of sanctums and their spirits and pray they don’t notice that the awe in their eyes isn’t reflected in yours, hope they don’t sense that you are not here to heal, only to stretch old wounds into splitting open anew you are ruining your life you are ruining your life somewhere beautiful that’s been the making of so many others’ lives but you always strived to be different, never recognising that agony, despair, self-deprecation, self-victimisation, suffering—they’re the most common connecting factors between all humans you are the same as the other six billion people aching and crying and spitting anger in their sorrow, blind to the one billion ***** trying to make the world a better place so the rest of you might smile a little more often. one of the geckos scurries across the ceiling and you flinch, a moment of fear for the unknown before you settle once more and simply watch his little legs fidget his body to freedom through the slats of your propped open window. inside your chest there’s a moment of heavy silence as your heart grapples for a connection between you and that little creature both small little things striving to survive in a world too large, too bright, too crowded yet too empty chasing freedom like a child chases a dream. the moment passes. your heart regains pace and your mind whirs with the lonely static of too much me time you are ruining your life not realising you’re weaker to suffer than you’d be if you tried to heal

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Oct 24, 2019

Oct 24, 2019 at 10:55 AM UTC

george-anthony

the air is thick with heat and heartbreak

you are lying on your back in a bed 5,487 miles away from home. there are geckos trilling from the corridors and the trees cast shadows in the room above the door, the air con whirs and you shift, sticky, skin sweating against starched cotton sheets too hot, too humid, too much everything is too much, but at least it’s too much here instead of too much back there; you visit temples, vast and golden in their glory, and white and intricate in their purity; ocher where the sun has kissed blessings upon their pillars, and pretend that you too are subjected to the numinous nature of sanctums and their spirits and pray they don’t notice that the awe in their eyes isn’t reflected in yours, hope they don’t sense that you are not here to heal, only to stretch old wounds into splitting open anew you are ruining your life you are ruining your life somewhere beautiful that’s been the making of so many others’ lives but you always strived to be different, never recognising that agony, despair, self-deprecation, self-victimisation, suffering—they’re the most common connecting factors between all humans you are the same as the other six billion people aching and crying and spitting anger in their sorrow, blind to the one billion ***** trying to make the world a better place so the rest of you might smile a little more often. one of the geckos scurries across the ceiling and you flinch, a moment of fear for the unknown before you settle once more and simply watch his little legs fidget his body to freedom through the slats of your propped open window. inside your chest there’s a moment of heavy silence as your heart grapples for a connection between you and that little creature both small little things striving to survive in a world too large, too bright, too crowded yet too empty chasing freedom like a child chases a dream. the moment passes. your heart regains pace and your mind whirs with the lonely static of too much me time you are ruining your life not realising you’re weaker to suffer than you’d be if you tried to heal

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You amaze me You really do With your selfishness Your lies Your exaggerations With your vivid imagination You amaze me You really do With your cruelty Your evilness Your irresponsibility With your self victimisation You amaze me You really do

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Jul 13, 2020

Jul 13, 2020 at 7:16 AM UTC

Paddington_love

You amaze me

You amaze me You really do With your selfishness Your lies Your exaggerations With your vivid imagination You amaze me You really do With your cruelty Your evilness Your irresponsibility With your self victimisation You amaze me You really do

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you told me that what goes around comes around but if it comes around so rarely just like my own happiness it means that you can live in sin today and i don't have the one of victimisation

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Jul 25, 2017

Jul 25, 2017 at 5:32 PM UTC

bianca-8

she didn't come back for her tea

you told me that what goes around comes around but if it comes around so rarely just like my own happiness it means that you can live in sin today and i don't have the one of victimisation

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