Anger Poems Seeking Friendly Advice
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry about angst, activism and hate
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April 28
Get your puny orange paws away from our stuff!
Our elbows are up and we’ve heard quite enough.
Quit dragging us down – we won’t be your chattel
as your sad experiment breathes its death rattle.
I feel for the good people trapped in your hell,
and even the ones who got caught in your spell.
But I have no power to fix what you’ve busted –
we used to be friends; now you can’t be trusted.
Greed and ineptitude make a poor ruler.
Won’t somebody do something??
Bueller?
Bueller…?
...
Our elbows are up and we’ve heard quite enough.
Quit dragging us down – we won’t be your chattel
as your sad experiment breathes its death rattle.
I feel for the good people trapped in your hell,
and even the ones who got caught in your spell.
But I have no power to fix what you’ve busted –
we used to be friends; now you can’t be trusted.
Greed and ineptitude make a poor ruler.
Won’t somebody do something??
Bueller?
Bueller…?
...
#anger
#despair
#politics
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Patrick Chaves
Agent Patrick Chaves
in the beginning of this month, I was contacted by
family relation telling me of a quick way to make
some extra money by investing in gift cards and he
connected me to agent Patrick Chaves
I sent the cards, but when the promised payout didn't
happen there was demand for more card before
they could send me the profit; this happened several
times until I sopped sending more cards and accepted
my loss of over 4000euro
It didn't end there, the agent Patrick Chaves persistent
asked for more gift cards which I...
in the beginning of this month, I was contacted by
family relation telling me of a quick way to make
some extra money by investing in gift cards and he
connected me to agent Patrick Chaves
I sent the cards, but when the promised payout didn't
happen there was demand for more card before
they could send me the profit; this happened several
times until I sopped sending more cards and accepted
my loss of over 4000euro
It didn't end there, the agent Patrick Chaves persistent
asked for more gift cards which I...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy #loneliness
#apathy #loneliness
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Endless Thoughts
The endless thoughts that circle my head.
Bubbly up emotions I try so hard to repressed.
Needing to scream, shout, yell, cry. Something. Anything, other than sitting just sitting here.
With these thoughts and feelings.
The restless feeling that consumes me
My mind racing, as well as my heart.
The need to be moving, cleaning, organizing, or smoking. Anything but to sit here feeling the pain and anger as it tries to consume me.
Making rash decisions.
Leaving me in a shell, trapped in my own maddness
As the anger burns everything within and...
Bubbly up emotions I try so hard to repressed.
Needing to scream, shout, yell, cry. Something. Anything, other than sitting just sitting here.
With these thoughts and feelings.
The restless feeling that consumes me
My mind racing, as well as my heart.
The need to be moving, cleaning, organizing, or smoking. Anything but to sit here feeling the pain and anger as it tries to consume me.
Making rash decisions.
Leaving me in a shell, trapped in my own maddness
As the anger burns everything within and...
#hate
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Stolen
The time you have stolen from me.
The pain that you caused.
The cells, the tissues, that may repair and heal over time. But the years, the time that were stolen from me. You took my whole life, so now you owe me yours.
The time I have spent in agony because of you
And the choices you decide to make...
You stole the magic that swrilled & danced within me
You stole my sanity, my own free will
You stole what made me, myself
You took my light. My happiness. My will to live.
The pain that you caused.
The cells, the tissues, that may repair and heal over time. But the years, the time that were stolen from me. You took my whole life, so now you owe me yours.
The time I have spent in agony because of you
And the choices you decide to make...
You stole the magic that swrilled & danced within me
You stole my sanity, my own free will
You stole what made me, myself
You took my light. My happiness. My will to live.
#abuse
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egg shells for you
We break porcelain eggshells
leave shards on the floor
slice through the skin of our feet
as we walk around each other
fighters
bloodied and bruised
I hide
you follow
I lock the door
you wait
mouth full of knives
hell is waiting on the other side
I'm the problem
you're the problem
we're the problem
everything is always
someone else fault
We try to speak
but no one is listening
you talk over me
I talk over you
you hate it when I yell
I hate it when...
leave shards on the floor
slice through the skin of our feet
as we walk around each other
fighters
bloodied and bruised
I hide
you follow
I lock the door
you wait
mouth full of knives
hell is waiting on the other side
I'm the problem
you're the problem
we're the problem
everything is always
someone else fault
We try to speak
but no one is listening
you talk over me
I talk over you
you hate it when I yell
I hate it when...
#abuse
#anger
#manipulation #relationships
#manipulation #relationships
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This poem is called I Can't
I Can't
I can't tell you how I really feel. You'll just get mad and yell.
I can't do the things I really want. You cop an attitude.
I can't feel things the way I really do. It hurts too much.
I can't talk to you about my dreams. I had to give them up.
I can't cut or dye my hair with out you getting mad.
I can't be free to make my own choices, you don't like them.
I can't see the light; your darkness is too over-powering.
I can't live like I want, you criticize what I do.
I can't ask questions, you say I don't listen and ask “what kind of stupid...
I can't tell you how I really feel. You'll just get mad and yell.
I can't do the things I really want. You cop an attitude.
I can't feel things the way I really do. It hurts too much.
I can't talk to you about my dreams. I had to give them up.
I can't cut or dye my hair with out you getting mad.
I can't be free to make my own choices, you don't like them.
I can't see the light; your darkness is too over-powering.
I can't live like I want, you criticize what I do.
I can't ask questions, you say I don't listen and ask “what kind of stupid...
#abuse
#hurt
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Stupid Motherf**ker Apocalypse
everyone walks around like a zombie
but it is me screaming brains! brains!
where the fuck are the brains!?
seems one day became today
thinking we're too late
it's the stupid motherfucker apocalypse!
we've heard about them
even seen them around
the stupid and hateful
we didn't think much of them
laughed them off as a joke
little did we know
the stupidity was spreading
the headline read Hillary lost
a reality TV star won
oh well
what's the worst that could happen?
a few years passed
now we have a...
but it is me screaming brains! brains!
where the fuck are the brains!?
seems one day became today
thinking we're too late
it's the stupid motherfucker apocalypse!
we've heard about them
even seen them around
the stupid and hateful
we didn't think much of them
laughed them off as a joke
little did we know
the stupidity was spreading
the headline read Hillary lost
a reality TV star won
oh well
what's the worst that could happen?
a few years passed
now we have a...
#anger
#corruption
#politics
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Inconsistencies in Truths Whispered but not Heard
The means
To
Your
Madness
Is the
Idea
That I asked
For
This
I am
Overflowing
Purposely
Drained and
Broken in
And yet
Still
Upright
Cognizant
Of the
Wasted
Effort that
Laps at
My
Fingers
And nurses
It’s wound
On my
Chest
I did not
In truth
Ask for this
Not when I know how warm the weather is after the rain
So
When I
Find Myself
Running
After
You
As...
To
Your
Madness
Is the
Idea
That I asked
For
This
I am
Overflowing
Purposely
Drained and
Broken in
And yet
Still
Upright
Cognizant
Of the
Wasted
Effort that
Laps at
My
Fingers
And nurses
It’s wound
On my
Chest
I did not
In truth
Ask for this
Not when I know how warm the weather is after the rain
So
When I
Find Myself
Running
After
You
As...
#anger
#frustration
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How Many Times
That bastard sun shines down
Upon my porcelain heart
Ready to break
At any instant
A blackhole once loved
Leaves me defiant
Sinking in this whirlpool
Left deaf by the cuckoo
Always roaring
With that inner voice
The tragedy called life
Leaves a simple choice
Upon my porcelain heart
Ready to break
At any instant
A blackhole once loved
Leaves me defiant
Sinking in this whirlpool
Left deaf by the cuckoo
Always roaring
With that inner voice
The tragedy called life
Leaves a simple choice
#dark
#despair
#FeelingTrapped
#frustration
#LifeStruggles
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you're just a stain, not a picture
You walk in
get under my skin
come on, manipulate me, boy
My soul still crawls with the memories
of when you tried to take a bite
how did I taste, boy?
was it fucking worth it?
how does shame feel, now, boy?
has it been so long you forgot?
Did you want to break me?
(I think you wanted to break me)
'cause you didn't break me
I've been murdered
by more skilled lovers than you
and your memory is more
of a shit stain
than a tortured work of art
You walk in
get under my skin ...
get under my skin
come on, manipulate me, boy
My soul still crawls with the memories
of when you tried to take a bite
how did I taste, boy?
was it fucking worth it?
how does shame feel, now, boy?
has it been so long you forgot?
Did you want to break me?
(I think you wanted to break me)
'cause you didn't break me
I've been murdered
by more skilled lovers than you
and your memory is more
of a shit stain
than a tortured work of art
You walk in
get under my skin ...
#anger
#betrayal
#hurt
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Young and beautiful
Your face haunts me
How can death touch beautiful things.
How can death touch beautiful things.
#death
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Rotting Brothers in the Congo Jungle
They sent our brothers into a war
not ours to fight, not ours to win,
into a jungle that whispers screams
where shadows swallow names.
A place where the earth drinks blood,
the soil too tired to weep anymore,
and the trees grow twisted with grief,
branches like arms that can’t hold them.
Mothers’ prayers travel miles,
but the wind is cruel—it drops them
in the dust of forgotten roads,
never reaching their sons’ ears.
Their bodies lie in a foreign tongue,
their bones writing poetry the world won’t read. ...
not ours to fight, not ours to win,
into a jungle that whispers screams
where shadows swallow names.
A place where the earth drinks blood,
the soil too tired to weep anymore,
and the trees grow twisted with grief,
branches like arms that can’t hold them.
Mothers’ prayers travel miles,
but the wind is cruel—it drops them
in the dust of forgotten roads,
never reaching their sons’ ears.
Their bodies lie in a foreign tongue,
their bones writing poetry the world won’t read. ...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#grief
#heartbroken
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