Long Anger Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry about angst, activism and hate
Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
The Little Rebel
#rebellion
134 reads
15 Comments
Just biding my time
#abuse
#bullying
#despair
#hurt
#fear
195 reads
3 Comments
THE SECRET COVENANT PT 2 of 4
When their ability to learn has been affected, we will create medicine that will make them
sicker and cause other diseases for which we will create yet more medicine.
We will render them docile and weak before us by our power.
They will grow depressed, slow and obese, and when they come to us for help, we will give them more poison.
We will focus their attention toward money and material goods so they may never connect with their inner self.
We will distract them with fornication, external pleasures and games so
they may never be one...
sicker and cause other diseases for which we will create yet more medicine.
We will render them docile and weak before us by our power.
They will grow depressed, slow and obese, and when they come to us for help, we will give them more poison.
We will focus their attention toward money and material goods so they may never connect with their inner self.
We will distract them with fornication, external pleasures and games so
they may never be one...
#corruption
#death
#humankind
318 reads
2 Comments
THE SECRET COVENANT PT 1 of 4
An illusion it will be, so large, so vast it will escape their perception.
Those who will see it will be thought of as insane.
We will create separate fronts to prevent them from seeing the connection between us.
We will behave as if we are not connected to keep the illusion alive.
Our goal will be accomplished one drop at a time so as to never bring suspicion upon
ourselves.
This will also prevent them from seeing the changes as they occur.
We will always stand above the relative field of their experience for we know the...
Those who will see it will be thought of as insane.
We will create separate fronts to prevent them from seeing the connection between us.
We will behave as if we are not connected to keep the illusion alive.
Our goal will be accomplished one drop at a time so as to never bring suspicion upon
ourselves.
This will also prevent them from seeing the changes as they occur.
We will always stand above the relative field of their experience for we know the...
#corruption
#death
#TruthOfLife
#humankind
#greed
795 reads
2 Comments
What you did
you came into my life like A thief in the night stealing things that were important to me your actions destroyed my ability to know the difference between love and hate my ability to know when I'm in a bad situation the things you did turned me into someone I didn't ask to be you took my choices away before I knew they were mine to have I despise you there were so many opportunities to make it right opportunities to not do it at all It fucks me up at times when I see the emotional and mental manipulation that was at play the amount of power I allowed you to have over me at that moment and as...
#anger
#conflict
#betrayal
#disappointment
#manipulation
315 reads
1 Comment
Isn't That What You Wanted?
Why do y'all wish your children to never be intimate?
Or at least not sleep around, and have only one mate?
Y'all get so mad, when you talk to or hear of people
Who have no sexual desire, or even want to sleep with people.
Why do you not want your kids to do that,
But when they come out as asexual, you can't have that?
You want grandchildren so badly you want to force the issue?
So mush so, that for your eyes, you reach for a tissue?
Because you see this as a human glitch?
Or do you want them to have an un-scratchable itch,
That you can attack...
Or at least not sleep around, and have only one mate?
Y'all get so mad, when you talk to or hear of people
Who have no sexual desire, or even want to sleep with people.
Why do you not want your kids to do that,
But when they come out as asexual, you can't have that?
You want grandchildren so badly you want to force the issue?
So mush so, that for your eyes, you reach for a tissue?
Because you see this as a human glitch?
Or do you want them to have an un-scratchable itch,
That you can attack...
#CallToAction
#frustration
#confusion
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0 Comments
I Am Me, Not the Sum of My Intimate Parts
I feel my clothing against my skin,
Brings me comfort, like a phenothrin,
Killing the sick ticks and fleas that wish to feed,
But from some, I would not be freed
Should we ever meet at any point,
I feel the burn of every single joint,
When I pop them, the minor stinging skin,
But only if I try too hard, speaking for my kin,
Causing the roses to droop and wilt,
Like a pinball game in a perpetual tilt,
Stuck in a time loop, I wish, and I wish,
Over and over, for the same decent things,
To be treated like normal human...
Brings me comfort, like a phenothrin,
Killing the sick ticks and fleas that wish to feed,
But from some, I would not be freed
Should we ever meet at any point,
I feel the burn of every single joint,
When I pop them, the minor stinging skin,
But only if I try too hard, speaking for my kin,
Causing the roses to droop and wilt,
Like a pinball game in a perpetual tilt,
Stuck in a time loop, I wish, and I wish,
Over and over, for the same decent things,
To be treated like normal human...
#anger
#identity
#LGBT
#LifeStruggles
#frustration
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1 Comment
Blood and Bread
Your mouth keeps moving
With nothing really to say
You're running out of time
It's too late to start to pray
Your eyes keep blinking
But still you don't see
I don't need another savior
You're nothing new to me
Another fallen angel, another hero taken
Grab a corner and carry the weight
Love the name and forgive the crime
Curse the sky and seethe with hate
There's dust and blood on the floor
Keep digging in your fingernails
Scratch and claw at my soul
Another one to kill, another...
With nothing really to say
You're running out of time
It's too late to start to pray
Your eyes keep blinking
But still you don't see
I don't need another savior
You're nothing new to me
Another fallen angel, another hero taken
Grab a corner and carry the weight
Love the name and forgive the crime
Curse the sky and seethe with hate
There's dust and blood on the floor
Keep digging in your fingernails
Scratch and claw at my soul
Another one to kill, another...
#grief
#relationships
#family
#friendship
#hypocrisy
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1 Comment
Holding Back the Blue Rot !
Holding Back the Blue Rot” [Blue Rot = the Police State]
I am not the bridge, I am the Keystone, the Arch, the Matriarchal form of being.
I am without racism, without Rot and free to stand a protectorate, a dome, the whole, the womb.
My back is no bridge, yet my shoulders are my cornerstones, my devout legs my pillars of foundation.
My skull, the beauty, a keystone of balance and wedged pressure holding the arch of time.
Again without ROT! A void with no haunted racial overtones, having to explain but when, when, when will the pure...
I am not the bridge, I am the Keystone, the Arch, the Matriarchal form of being.
I am without racism, without Rot and free to stand a protectorate, a dome, the whole, the womb.
My back is no bridge, yet my shoulders are my cornerstones, my devout legs my pillars of foundation.
My skull, the beauty, a keystone of balance and wedged pressure holding the arch of time.
Again without ROT! A void with no haunted racial overtones, having to explain but when, when, when will the pure...
#oppression
#power
#racism
#freedom
#rebellion
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0 Comments
Content Warnings
Hello DUP,
I have an issue you see?
I have poems show up on my feed,
No way of knowing the tags before I read,
Unless I were to go all the way to the poet's page,
And that fills me with a sense of rage,
I am sex averse/repulsed, and have PTSD too,
This isn't just a bunch of hullabaloo,
Meaning I go from hating reading about/seeing sex/overly sexual things,
To hating reading about/seeing sex/overly sexual things,
And am also reminded of times
As a child and young teen sometimes,
When that kind of stuff would pop up on my...
I have an issue you see?
I have poems show up on my feed,
No way of knowing the tags before I read,
Unless I were to go all the way to the poet's page,
And that fills me with a sense of rage,
I am sex averse/repulsed, and have PTSD too,
This isn't just a bunch of hullabaloo,
Meaning I go from hating reading about/seeing sex/overly sexual things,
To hating reading about/seeing sex/overly sexual things,
And am also reminded of times
As a child and young teen sometimes,
When that kind of stuff would pop up on my...
#anger
#MentalHealth
#frustration
#PTSD
#StreamOfConsciousness
246 reads
7 Comments
ism
evolution relies upon death for evolvement
peace is a delusion get involved man
female choosing
the illusion
in abusing institution
if its the truth you seek
we got no rights only shrooms got the freedom to speak
get ya doom to the beat
as i sought the concrete
and put the vile
paedophile on trial
and pile
their restless
in the death-sesh
of senseless
no contestants
the remenents got lended
descended defenders ascended
the remedy of enemy
the vanity of potency
you reminiscing
to the...
peace is a delusion get involved man
female choosing
the illusion
in abusing institution
if its the truth you seek
we got no rights only shrooms got the freedom to speak
get ya doom to the beat
as i sought the concrete
and put the vile
paedophile on trial
and pile
their restless
in the death-sesh
of senseless
no contestants
the remenents got lended
descended defenders ascended
the remedy of enemy
the vanity of potency
you reminiscing
to the...
#conflict
268 reads
0 Comments
Institutionalised
We live in the institution of our society
addicted to its trappings
desperate to succeed by its standards
becoming what we are told to be
in order to progress
So deaf are we
to any sound outside of our cage
that we become insular
we chirp away
repeating our jailers calls
adding to the noise of oppression
as we sing our little hearts out
to disguise our acquiescence
and any voice of opposition
So blind to alternatives
that we become the oppressors ...
addicted to its trappings
desperate to succeed by its standards
becoming what we are told to be
in order to progress
So deaf are we
to any sound outside of our cage
that we become insular
we chirp away
repeating our jailers calls
adding to the noise of oppression
as we sing our little hearts out
to disguise our acquiescence
and any voice of opposition
So blind to alternatives
that we become the oppressors ...
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
#freedom #escape
#freedom #escape
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