Poetry competition CLOSED 30th September 2013 7:58pm
WINNER
AscensionES (Aptilneilrionaltion)
AscensionES (Aptilneilrionaltion)
Your Best Angry Rant
Poetry Contest Description
What irks you to no end?
Go ahead--let it all out in a poem, as many as you want, any style, length, no collabs. What makes you angry and need to just let loose on a tirade? Any topic at all, feel free to piss, moan and groan about it. Politics? Religion? Your boss? The asshole who just cut you off on the highway? So many things to gripe about--go!
Does it matter if it is an old one?
Well If It's Not Eligible For The Comp Its Not Eligible. No Biggy.
Who's The Selfish One~ (Edited For Language)
It seems so selfish to beg someone to live for you,
When you can see they're in so much pain.
How do you tell someone you need them
While knowing that they only want the pain to stop
And truly feel the end is the only option left?
How do you beg someone to stay
when they are begging just to go?
It doesn't feel right,
It feels so wrong!
Your need for your other half,
Your happiness, seems so self-centered
When compared to their need to be free.
What can you do!?
You want to run and hideaway.
You just want to get lost in time,
When everything was perfect,
When Love was all that there could ever be.
It feels so selfish, so wrong to even think about
Asking them to stay for you and your happiness
When they hurt so much and cant seem to
Find their happiness no matter how hard they try.
How do you beg someone to stay when
What they truly want, more than anything,
Is to just die and be free of this
Awful life?
How the Hell do you do it?!
Well If It's Not Eligible For The Comp Its Not Eligible. No Biggy.
Who's The Selfish One~ (Edited For Language)
It seems so selfish to beg someone to live for you,
When you can see they're in so much pain.
How do you tell someone you need them
While knowing that they only want the pain to stop
And truly feel the end is the only option left?
How do you beg someone to stay
when they are begging just to go?
It doesn't feel right,
It feels so wrong!
Your need for your other half,
Your happiness, seems so self-centered
When compared to their need to be free.
What can you do!?
You want to run and hideaway.
You just want to get lost in time,
When everything was perfect,
When Love was all that there could ever be.
It feels so selfish, so wrong to even think about
Asking them to stay for you and your happiness
When they hurt so much and cant seem to
Find their happiness no matter how hard they try.
How do you beg someone to stay when
What they truly want, more than anything,
Is to just die and be free of this
Awful life?
How the Hell do you do it?!
Anonymous
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Hey Joe!
I've never liked
the over-exerted yankee
wanna-cup-of-joe happy horse shit;
frankly I don't want drinks I can't
fucking pronounce going
anywhere near my stomach
yet- it waltzed in
with its flashing knobs and discs,
illuminating my stomping ground
like a Vegas showgirl
dealing drugs in little shots
to the intravenously caffeinated
and I hate how cocky it is,
how it fills your cup about as much
as it fills your soul;
froths up your mouth with afro-air
and laughs at you, having made
another kitchen bitch for the show
and what of my dear kettle? he wallows
beside this bean-filled christ
as he spills his guts into my tea,
and I fill him twenty times a day
wondering what the fuck is wrong
with this bells and whistles society.
Hey Joe!
I've never liked
the over-exerted yankee
wanna-cup-of-joe happy horse shit;
frankly I don't want drinks I can't
fucking pronounce going
anywhere near my stomach
yet- it waltzed in
with its flashing knobs and discs,
illuminating my stomping ground
like a Vegas showgirl
dealing drugs in little shots
to the intravenously caffeinated
and I hate how cocky it is,
how it fills your cup about as much
as it fills your soul;
froths up your mouth with afro-air
and laughs at you, having made
another kitchen bitch for the show
and what of my dear kettle? he wallows
beside this bean-filled christ
as he spills his guts into my tea,
and I fill him twenty times a day
wondering what the fuck is wrong
with this bells and whistles society.
"The New Age"
so much has been defined
constrained left with little room
for growth we become hollow
jailed in false correctness
obsessed with perfection
we lose character, our identity
trying to live up to an illusion
so much has been defined
humanity dying making space
for the robots invading.
so much has been defined
constrained left with little room
for growth we become hollow
jailed in false correctness
obsessed with perfection
we lose character, our identity
trying to live up to an illusion
so much has been defined
humanity dying making space
for the robots invading.
"My Papa"
I've lived under your thumb
You were my childhood fear
Made me cry at night
Often I wished I wasn't here
You backed me up into a corner
Hit me and blamed me for it
Got up in my face and screamed
You always made me feel like nothing
You threw away my Shirley Temples
Gave my stuffed animals to the orphans
I complacently went along with it at the time
Because I was intimidated by your violent rants
You wouldn't let me wear pants
Because you were afraid I'd get raped
Wary of a figure I didn't even have
Looked at me with spite and hate
I never had a playmate growing up
I was secluded in the homeschool
Grew up shy and introverted
Put down by your every rule
Then I got older and learned to fight back
Suddenly Im the bad kid, the hooligan
I said no to your silly phobia of pants
Swore you'd never hit me again
Now you still throw fits like a child
But you're now afraid to bully
I'm bigger and stronger now
I'd like to see you try to hit me
You still got up in my face
I could feel your spit from
Your foul smelling denture mouth
Calling me worthless, calling me dumb
I'm a bitter, spiteful, teenager
I hate what I've turned out to become
I'm just like you and I'M the horrid one
Because I refuse to be under your thumb
I stood there and listened to you bullshit
Angry and clenching my fists
You told me you'd shove them down my throat
And twist them from my wrists
Another time you charged toward me
The poor balanced old man you are
My reflexes kicked in and I gave you one
Left a bruise and kicked you hard
Maybe I'm horrid for kicking an old man
This decrepit and addled creature
But I can't just stand there and take it
Being threatened by a retired preacher
I wish I could do more than kick you
Or slam your hand in the door
When you tried to bust into my room
Calling me a bitch and a whore
We've both made mama bawl her eyes out
The tender and kind soul she is
I hate the turmoil and bullshit we dish out
Fighting with each other like this
But it's blood against blood
Family bullheadedness combatting
Battle of our individual wills
My inner wildness is rebelling
Sometimes you're just another sweet old man
But others you're like a PMS-ing female
Or a tantrum throwing 2 year old
Cutting down those who care as you ail
You've made me feel like I'm nothing
Spilling angry tears onto my paper
Writing dark and hateful poems and songs
Sometimes a few suicide letters
I hate you and I hate who you are
You may have raised me but you're horrid
You hit me, screamed at me, threatened me
Sometimes death to your own grandkid.
Fuck you.
(This is all my personal experience)
I've lived under your thumb
You were my childhood fear
Made me cry at night
Often I wished I wasn't here
You backed me up into a corner
Hit me and blamed me for it
Got up in my face and screamed
You always made me feel like nothing
You threw away my Shirley Temples
Gave my stuffed animals to the orphans
I complacently went along with it at the time
Because I was intimidated by your violent rants
You wouldn't let me wear pants
Because you were afraid I'd get raped
Wary of a figure I didn't even have
Looked at me with spite and hate
I never had a playmate growing up
I was secluded in the homeschool
Grew up shy and introverted
Put down by your every rule
Then I got older and learned to fight back
Suddenly Im the bad kid, the hooligan
I said no to your silly phobia of pants
Swore you'd never hit me again
Now you still throw fits like a child
But you're now afraid to bully
I'm bigger and stronger now
I'd like to see you try to hit me
You still got up in my face
I could feel your spit from
Your foul smelling denture mouth
Calling me worthless, calling me dumb
I'm a bitter, spiteful, teenager
I hate what I've turned out to become
I'm just like you and I'M the horrid one
Because I refuse to be under your thumb
I stood there and listened to you bullshit
Angry and clenching my fists
You told me you'd shove them down my throat
And twist them from my wrists
Another time you charged toward me
The poor balanced old man you are
My reflexes kicked in and I gave you one
Left a bruise and kicked you hard
Maybe I'm horrid for kicking an old man
This decrepit and addled creature
But I can't just stand there and take it
Being threatened by a retired preacher
I wish I could do more than kick you
Or slam your hand in the door
When you tried to bust into my room
Calling me a bitch and a whore
We've both made mama bawl her eyes out
The tender and kind soul she is
I hate the turmoil and bullshit we dish out
Fighting with each other like this
But it's blood against blood
Family bullheadedness combatting
Battle of our individual wills
My inner wildness is rebelling
Sometimes you're just another sweet old man
But others you're like a PMS-ing female
Or a tantrum throwing 2 year old
Cutting down those who care as you ail
You've made me feel like I'm nothing
Spilling angry tears onto my paper
Writing dark and hateful poems and songs
Sometimes a few suicide letters
I hate you and I hate who you are
You may have raised me but you're horrid
You hit me, screamed at me, threatened me
Sometimes death to your own grandkid.
Fuck you.
(This is all my personal experience)
ok, you asked for it. This one is an old one about dealing with sorry ass people who don't want to work and expect everyone else to provide for them. Enjoy.
A MESSAGE TO ALL LOW LIFES EVERYWHERE
The beast inside is controlling me
I can’t fight it, I can’t stop it
The unchecked anger is lashing out
Just go away, and stay away
For your own good
Just stay the hell away
You are not my friend
You’re just in my fucking way
Another corpse
Just waiting to die
You think you are safe
You don’t know a god damned thing
Fuck you, Fuck you
You don’t matter
Kill you, Kill you
A red splatter
You must be deaf
‘Cuz you don’t heed my warning
Just brainless cattle
You’re walking to the slaughter
Feed the maggots
That’s all you’re good for
Ignorance is your curse
That’s why you die
Fuck you, Fuck you
You don’t matter
Kill you, Kill you
A red splatter
Think what you will of me
That is, if you think at all
I don’t have time for you
So take your clueless,
Sorry piece of shit self
Somewhere far away from me
And fucking….
DIE
Just die
Fuck you, Fuck you
You don’t matter
Kill you, Kill you
A red splatter
A MESSAGE TO ALL LOW LIFES EVERYWHERE
The beast inside is controlling me
I can’t fight it, I can’t stop it
The unchecked anger is lashing out
Just go away, and stay away
For your own good
Just stay the hell away
You are not my friend
You’re just in my fucking way
Another corpse
Just waiting to die
You think you are safe
You don’t know a god damned thing
Fuck you, Fuck you
You don’t matter
Kill you, Kill you
A red splatter
You must be deaf
‘Cuz you don’t heed my warning
Just brainless cattle
You’re walking to the slaughter
Feed the maggots
That’s all you’re good for
Ignorance is your curse
That’s why you die
Fuck you, Fuck you
You don’t matter
Kill you, Kill you
A red splatter
Think what you will of me
That is, if you think at all
I don’t have time for you
So take your clueless,
Sorry piece of shit self
Somewhere far away from me
And fucking….
DIE
Just die
Fuck you, Fuck you
You don’t matter
Kill you, Kill you
A red splatter
Obscenities
People are different this we both know.
You make it real clear when you're cutting your foes
to their toes.
Ever heard of shadow boxing?
This is shadow discourse.
No one's really there but you're still picking your fists up.
"But hold up, wait a minute. You can't really be saying this.
Implying that this poem isn't just a verbiaged attack"
Yeah, I guess.
Still it ain't as passive as you in the sack, hoe.
HA HA
I'm eloquent.
Seriously though,
I was just indulging my inner bully,
For real,
It's just that I'm a catalyst exploding.
Eroding
The inner lining of my skull,
the cranium.
Berlin's got nothing on this wall.
I'm breaking in
from one room to the next,
My brain's a fucking labyrinth and I'm the fucking threat,
Except
That I can't stop biting at my own flesh.
I guess
That's just a mental toll from the unrest.
I'm just
A zombie ripping himself up across the chest.
In death
My sanity's a splattered, bloody mess.
I digress,
We'll speak nothing more of this and how I've
Regressed.
But instead just leave it at best
and stress
that some of the things we may suggest
are just
Probably best left unsaid,
Except
For what's next.
The generosity of a friend
Is calculated by the attention that they spend
to try and comprehend
And just to listen to you pretend
That the inner zen that you tend to is now suspended over head
and out of reach.
You said,
"You're dead,
I've had enough of these jerks circle jerking and working it.
Just being worthless and nervous at thought of my curves.
It just gets onto my nerves that all these sorry ass nerds
haven't learned how to serve the worthy queen
It's my scene,
I deserve to be mean.
I'm a duplicitous being
meaning I do as I please
And lead others believing
That you're just a disease."
You see?
Here's a good one for you, a line sitting on the shelf
What a person has to say about another is more indicative about them self.
Just listening to you speak,
It drips a venomous tongue in cheek.
Don't believe her when she says "You're special and unique."
I know bitch,
I don't need you to tell me this,
I know I'm the shit.
Hey,
Look at me
acting like
I'm
the over-conceited dick,
but that's just it,
acting.
We're not actually this,
so here's a nugget of truth that I'd like to impart
It's the words we interpret, not your intentions or thought.
I've made my own point,
I've got some mental weight.
On the outside I'm stoic
But inside there's anger to sate.
After all we're not saints.
We're just catching that break
So we can go out and paint the town.
It ain't about
Acting loud
And being proud
Of our issues
It's about catching on and keeping strong
and blowing jokes in a tissue.
People are different this we both know.
You make it real clear when you're cutting your foes
to their toes.
Ever heard of shadow boxing?
This is shadow discourse.
No one's really there but you're still picking your fists up.
"But hold up, wait a minute. You can't really be saying this.
Implying that this poem isn't just a verbiaged attack"
Yeah, I guess.
Still it ain't as passive as you in the sack, hoe.
HA HA
I'm eloquent.
Seriously though,
I was just indulging my inner bully,
For real,
It's just that I'm a catalyst exploding.
Eroding
The inner lining of my skull,
the cranium.
Berlin's got nothing on this wall.
I'm breaking in
from one room to the next,
My brain's a fucking labyrinth and I'm the fucking threat,
Except
That I can't stop biting at my own flesh.
I guess
That's just a mental toll from the unrest.
I'm just
A zombie ripping himself up across the chest.
In death
My sanity's a splattered, bloody mess.
I digress,
We'll speak nothing more of this and how I've
Regressed.
But instead just leave it at best
and stress
that some of the things we may suggest
are just
Probably best left unsaid,
Except
For what's next.
The generosity of a friend
Is calculated by the attention that they spend
to try and comprehend
And just to listen to you pretend
That the inner zen that you tend to is now suspended over head
and out of reach.
You said,
"You're dead,
I've had enough of these jerks circle jerking and working it.
Just being worthless and nervous at thought of my curves.
It just gets onto my nerves that all these sorry ass nerds
haven't learned how to serve the worthy queen
It's my scene,
I deserve to be mean.
I'm a duplicitous being
meaning I do as I please
And lead others believing
That you're just a disease."
You see?
Here's a good one for you, a line sitting on the shelf
What a person has to say about another is more indicative about them self.
Just listening to you speak,
It drips a venomous tongue in cheek.
Don't believe her when she says "You're special and unique."
I know bitch,
I don't need you to tell me this,
I know I'm the shit.
Hey,
Look at me
acting like
I'm
the over-conceited dick,
but that's just it,
acting.
We're not actually this,
so here's a nugget of truth that I'd like to impart
It's the words we interpret, not your intentions or thought.
I've made my own point,
I've got some mental weight.
On the outside I'm stoic
But inside there's anger to sate.
After all we're not saints.
We're just catching that break
So we can go out and paint the town.
It ain't about
Acting loud
And being proud
Of our issues
It's about catching on and keeping strong
and blowing jokes in a tissue.
Citizen Soldier
NewSpeak..Thought Police,
Truth-seekers often leak--far more than information,
News sweeps that laud defeat...all for discrimination,
Y'all saw the indication; cross the street,
In truth?...we'll seek a bar before our vindication..
Run late to come anew; love and hate for blood and booze,
One straight..one askew, for fucking sake, it's subterfuge,
Our troubled fate's another ruse…in other news,
It's social manipulation, intimidation is nothing new,
Total capitulation, the situation is...'wonderful'...
Drones over Connecticut; no exposing the president,
No notice or motive, and no hope for the residents,
Chalk-lines and debris...cross lines to keep straight,
Call-signs, "all rise", all signs of police-state,
The citizen soldier..chip on his shoulder..
Molotov cocktails, this shit isn't over..
This is not democracy, sifting through the vacancy,
This is godless prophecy and ritual complacency..
The zombie apocalypse has already happened,
And the joke's on us...Why are we laughing..?
Why are we passing for cancer, mimicking progress,
And why aren't we asking for answers, picketing conquests,
Of congressional criminals?...literal context,
Are bomb threats the pinnacle of cynical god-sends?
I'm not sure...honestly, it ought to be fought for,
The bottom-feeders lost freedom, but...probably not war..
With working-man against working man,
There's no reversing the circumstance,
So what purpose does serving have..?
From burgeoning worth to burning flags,
We'll fight for anything, but liberty..
Constant state of cognitive dissonance,
Conscious fate for competent dissidents,
Nonsense and rage...ominous sicknesses,
Onset plagues, anonymous witnesses,
Complex stages of pompous initiatives,
Joblessness…fame…prominent citizens,
Context wavered, and content is limited,
Honest wages non-existent,
If something..doesn't…give….
Copyright © 2013 Travis J Gibbs, The Ant1-Her0 Project
NewSpeak..Thought Police,
Truth-seekers often leak--far more than information,
News sweeps that laud defeat...all for discrimination,
Y'all saw the indication; cross the street,
In truth?...we'll seek a bar before our vindication..
Run late to come anew; love and hate for blood and booze,
One straight..one askew, for fucking sake, it's subterfuge,
Our troubled fate's another ruse…in other news,
It's social manipulation, intimidation is nothing new,
Total capitulation, the situation is...'wonderful'...
Drones over Connecticut; no exposing the president,
No notice or motive, and no hope for the residents,
Chalk-lines and debris...cross lines to keep straight,
Call-signs, "all rise", all signs of police-state,
The citizen soldier..chip on his shoulder..
Molotov cocktails, this shit isn't over..
This is not democracy, sifting through the vacancy,
This is godless prophecy and ritual complacency..
The zombie apocalypse has already happened,
And the joke's on us...Why are we laughing..?
Why are we passing for cancer, mimicking progress,
And why aren't we asking for answers, picketing conquests,
Of congressional criminals?...literal context,
Are bomb threats the pinnacle of cynical god-sends?
I'm not sure...honestly, it ought to be fought for,
The bottom-feeders lost freedom, but...probably not war..
With working-man against working man,
There's no reversing the circumstance,
So what purpose does serving have..?
From burgeoning worth to burning flags,
We'll fight for anything, but liberty..
Constant state of cognitive dissonance,
Conscious fate for competent dissidents,
Nonsense and rage...ominous sicknesses,
Onset plagues, anonymous witnesses,
Complex stages of pompous initiatives,
Joblessness…fame…prominent citizens,
Context wavered, and content is limited,
Honest wages non-existent,
If something..doesn't…give….
Copyright © 2013 Travis J Gibbs, The Ant1-Her0 Project
How Are You Today?
"Ok"..
now for
those of you
that know "ok"
the type that know
of "it's" broad definition
this is a happy "ok"
the content "ok"
that emotional blanket
deceitfully covering up the "ok"
that as we know
at any moment could be
"ok"
the "ok"
this is as far as I want the conversation to go
"ok" so I hate my self right now
the "ok" of loneliness
"ok" of pain
apathy's child "ok"
Burn in Hell
I wanted it to work.
Apparently you didn't.
Now I'm hurt,
Probably more than I've ever been.
I miss holding you in my arms.
I miss you telling how my heart was beating.
You always knew how to warm
Me up, but now because of you I'm bleeding
And it won't stop.
I miss you always making me happy.
You never thought
Twice about telling you loved me.
I still love you.
I still want you as mine.
But it's too
Fucking late now as I'm flying to the sky.
Now I'm dead
And it's all your fault.
You fucked with my head
When you could've prevented it.
To you I say burn in Hell.
Along with me as i gave my life
Because you bailed
When I wanted you to be my wife.
I wanted it to work.
Apparently you didn't.
Now I'm hurt,
Probably more than I've ever been.
I miss holding you in my arms.
I miss you telling how my heart was beating.
You always knew how to warm
Me up, but now because of you I'm bleeding
And it won't stop.
I miss you always making me happy.
You never thought
Twice about telling you loved me.
I still love you.
I still want you as mine.
But it's too
Fucking late now as I'm flying to the sky.
Now I'm dead
And it's all your fault.
You fucked with my head
When you could've prevented it.
To you I say burn in Hell.
Along with me as i gave my life
Because you bailed
When I wanted you to be my wife.
