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rhube · 27 days

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Not So Little

How little d'you think I've lived my life?

Do you believe I'm only here in those times where you can see me?

I'm here, I breathe, I think, I'm free. I'm not bound by the little that you think of me.

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Wrote another angry poem ^

I've given up trying to get my poetry published - I would rather it be read. But if you like my writing, please consider buying me a ko-fi.

#poetry #poem #writing #free poetry #frustration #angry poems #ro smith #me

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varisciterocks · 2 months

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Science doesn’t care

“Just come back to church,

read the scriptures,

and learn to love men”

Believe me when I say

I would rather burn

than keep company with you in heaven

I want none of your so-called charity

and its righteous condemnation

Spare me the support you would give me,

while still “not condoning my lifestyle”

Keep your thoughts

and prayers to yourself

Swallow down your opinions

on my ability to find happiness

I hope you choke on them

People like you always say

that science doesn’t care

about our feelings

I challenge you:

Take a biology course

learn about all the examples

of queerness in nature

and learn about gender differences

intersex people

transgender brain scans

that align with the gender they self-identify

Take a psychology course

learn about the scientific studies

on gender affirming care

on homosexuality

on the suicides of queer youths

who grow up being taught

that they are inherently wrong

And then ask yourself

how many of your grandchildren

you want to kill

with the slow but deadly poison

of your own willful ignorance?

Read a book

stop burdening others

with your bigotry

Because you know what,

you’re right

science doesn’t care

about my feelings

or your feelings

or anyone’s feelings

Science doesn’t care,

but good people do

#original poetry #poetry #homophobia #fuck the bigots #this is why I don’t go to stake events #angry poems #read a fucking book

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88m33 · 1 year

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Girl Named Loneliness

I spent my early years

avoiding Loneliness like the plague.

Loneliness looked just like me

but her baby blue eyes were always full of tears

and her voice was hoarse

from her incessant wailing.

Loneliness liked to go to school with me.

We’d sit at lunch together—

just the two of us—

and Loneliness would wipe her snotty nose

as she told me why each kid didn’t want to play with me.

“You don’t like Warrior Cats as much as she does.

Their game has enough players now.

He said you were ugly during snack.”

She’d lean in really close

and whisper in my ears,

“It’s okay, though, you’ll always have me.”

By high school,

Loneliness was a friend.

Her eyes still bubbled over with tears

and her nose still ran

but I decided to befriend her

instead of fight her.

Loneliness would sit in the hallway with me

when my best friend would leave me

to fuck her boyfriend at lunch.

Loneliness was my date to junior prom

and sobbed with me

when my friends ditched me

at senior prom.

She lived with me

when I got my diploma

from my car’s window

and my friends all stopped talking to me.

Loneliness held me

when I cried over boys that used me

because my other friends didn’t care.

She’d snake her hands into my hair

and kiss my cheek, whispering,

“Who needs them anyway?

You’ll always have me.”

For the next few years,

Loneliness became an abusive lover.

Her watery blue eyes brought me peace,

yet reminded me of everything I missed.

We enjoyed foreign urban landscapes

and kissed under running waterfalls.

In passing, she would mention

a party I wasn’t invited to

and remark that they all probably hated me.

She’d mock my attempts at flirting,

saying I’d never be good enough for anyone,

before shoving her slimy tongue down my throat.

Loneliness’s favorite spot was my bed,

where I’d write poetry about her

and she’d worship the ground I walked on.

I grew to love Loneliness

even though she liked to be too rough with her reminders—

grasping my neck with one hand,

pulling my hair with the other,

and breathing down my neck to whisper,

“Don’t you forget to whom you belong.

You’ll always have me.”

When I told Loneliness we were taking a break,

she wailed as she did

when we were little.

“How could you do this to me?

What makes you think

you’d be good enough for anyone else?

What did I do to deserve this?”

I told her I found my people,

people who want to spend time with me,

who support me and love me,

and I don’t want her anymore.

Her baby blues began leaking

as she backed into the corner of my closet.

“I’m still here!”

She bawled.

“Don’t forget: you’ll always have me!”

Loneliness haunts me like a ghost now.

I can hear her cries

from that corner of my closet

and she spits the nastiest words

at me and my friends.

She tries to slither back into my life,

but her tears are loud against the hardwood floor

and I send her back

before she does any more damage.

Before I go to sleep

I can feel her grubby little hands on my face

so she can whisper vile things in my ears.

“He could never like you.

You’re so pathetic.

Are you sure they aren’t using you?”

Loneliness slides up behind me

and digs her filthy nails into the flesh on my hips

and snickers at the bump in my nose.

“You think they’d like you

despite all this?

I bet they laugh at you

when you leave the room.”

The scars of her words are a perfect reminder:

I’ll always have her.

#poetry #poem #poems #poets of tumblr #sad poetry #sad poems #sad poem #angry poetry #angry poems #angry poem #it’s shitty poetry if you’d even consider it #i wrote this one like two weeks ago #fuck november

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jazzyjesse · 2 months

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working at a grocery store has only made me even angrier about inflation and how food, water, and shelter isnt free

like just looking at groceries (not water or shelter) i see just a few bags (maybe around 5 or so) of food costing over $125 USD regularly. I've seen orders upwards of $600. and sure those have been bigger orders but no food should cost that much.

my coworkers and i shouldn't be complaining about the price of food when we get employee discounts.

a single bag of food for myself (usually containing some small pizzas, crackers, milk, and cereal) regularly costs between $50-60. minimum wage in my state is 15/HR. thats about four hours of work for one bag of food

a coworker who works on the front end of our store prides herself on being able to catch theives. everyone says how good she is at it. and sometimes it makes sense, sometimes people are just stealing to steal. but how do you ever know?

when the card reader we take outside is broken we are supposed to have the customers come inside to pay for their groceries if they're paying with EBT. there's a woman who's a regular who has a few small children and when she comes to pick up groceries they're usually asleep in the car.

am i supposed to make her choose between leaving her children alone in the car or waking them up and taking them inside?

four hours of work for one bag of groceries. is this not also theft?

four hours of work. let that sink in. four hours for one small bag of groceries.

we aren't supposed to accept tips but if we don't accept tips then how else are we supposed to afford our groceries?

i haven't seen a single person stealing food. you cannot steal whats already stolen.

although im no longer a christian, the teachings of my childhood have stuck with me, and in the bible it says "When you reap the harvest of your land, do not reap to the very edges of your field or gather the gleanings of your harvest. Leave them for the poor and for the foreigner residing among you."

society has reaped right up the the very edge and beyond of its fields, so it's up to us to reap what we can

four hours of work for one bag of food

#kitty talks #idk what to tag this as #im just so fucking mad #no one can afford to eat anymore #all of our money is going towards constant genocides #food should be free #water should be free #shelter should be free #i dont even know if this post is coherent im just *angry*#no one should have to beg for basic necessities #there's a poem in this somewhere #theres a poem in the woman with the few months old baby who had to come in to take stuff off her order #because WIC didnt cover it all

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helpmebelieveinanything · 2 years

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Thunderstorm

resentment is a funny thing,

yes indeed,

the way it comes to me;

a ball thunder

an anger unquenched

a sadness i’ve come to know

ravaging, hungry,

building with a lust

to let that man

know the ways he

hurt me,

let him feel

the wrath of

a love scorned

#sad aesthetic #sad boy #art #artists on tumblr #my poem #poetry #beautiful photos #lgbt #poet #grief #poem #blue aesthetic #poems #photography #sad quotes #anger #angry poems

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bixels · 6 days

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The idea that uni protesters are "elitist ivy-league rich kids larping as revolutionaries" on Twitter and Reddit and even here is so fucking funny to me if you actually know anything about the student bodies at these unis. Take it from someone who's going to one of the biggest private unis in the US, 80% of the peers I know are either from the suburbs or an apartment somewhere in America, children of immigrants, or here on a student visa. I've heard about one-percenter students, but I've never met one in person. Like, don't get me wrong, the institution as a whole is still very privileged and white. I've talked with friends and classmates about feeling weird or dissonant being here and coming from such a different background. But in my art program, I see BIPOC, disabled, queer, lower-income students and faculty trying to deconstruct and tear that down and make space every day. So to take a cursory glance at a crowd of student protesters in coalitions that are led by BIPOC & 1st/2nd-gen immigrant students and HQ'd in ethnic housings and student organizations and say, "ah. children of the elite." Get real.

#also idk how to tell you this but even if it were true. wealthy children potentially sacrificing their educational careers to protest is #a good thing actually. idk how to tell you that caring about people from other nations is good #personal #“this war has nothing to do with most students cuz nobody's getting drafted” idk how to explain to you that we should be angry #that our tuitions of 10s of thousands of dollars that we pay every year for an education is being used to fund a genocidal campaign #also the implication that if you go to a uni institution you are automatically privileged by participation no matter your bg #i didn't /want/ to go to this school. i was supposed to go to a school with an art/animation program. but i realized my immigrant #parents have been working their whole lives to get me here. and turning the opportunity down would be a disservice to their sacrifice #this is getting into convos of “what 2nd gen kids owe their parents” which is different for everyone but. yeah #i just get pissed off at seeing people misrepresenting student bodies as “wealthy” and “privileged” and “elite” when it's such a blatant li #i remember a year ago a friend told me they can't fly home to hong kong for winter break because the plane tickets are too expensive #so they have to find temporary housing around the area #last quarter for a film doc class my film partner made a doc on a small group of marxist grad students from india discussing praxis #during a rally a few months ago in response to police presence the coalition invited palestinian students to speak about their experiences #and lead songs and read poems they wrote. these are STUDENTS. are they elitist too?#this is not to disregard my own personal privilege either.#this whole narrative's just to rationalize a lack of empathy to me. seeing a 19yo student get shot by a rubber bullet and your first #reaction is “HAW! HAW! bet richy rich didn't see THAT coming when she put on her terrorist hood!”#newsflash. these big uni campuses are HAUNTED by the violence of past protests and revolutions and police brutality. we know.#why do you think these coalitions have been making reinforced barricades at record speed

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lovely-abeille · 11 months

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missnarcissistsworld · 11 months

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In the depths of my being, a tempest roars, Rage, an inferno that consumes and soars. A storm of emotions, turbulent and wild, Unleashing fury, an untamed child.

With fiery eyes and a heart ablaze, Rage courses through me, in myriad ways. It's the thunderous crackle in my voice, The searing passion, my soul's own choice.

A symphony of anger, notes piercing the air, Rage, a primal force that I dare not spare. It fuels my spirit, ignites my will, A burning energy I cannot still.

In the chaos of rage, I seek clarity, To rise above the fury, with integrity. To temper the flames, find balance within, And let rage be a catalyst, not just a din.

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thehartster-blog · 6 months

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#quotes #sad thoughts #bad poetry #sad poem #sad quotes #angst #angry #im hurtin #hurt/comfort #relatable quotes #depressing quotes #life quotes #qotd #thoughts #seriously though

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infprincesss · 1 month

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varisciterocks · 8 months

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The Whale

I like you, you once said to me,

and I think you like me too

When a guy says something like that

what’s a lesbian to do?

I was so deep in the closet

I still thought it was Narnia

and I liked you as a friend

I thought maybe that’s close enough?

Expectations built around us

like some twisted kind of prison

and when I finally answered

my ‘I don’t know’ met with derision

and I thought maybe it

would just be easier to pretend

that I felt the same

so I let you hold my hand

Which you are shit at, by the way

from your hands, a girl would think

you’d shriveled up and passed away

though since our story continues

you were clearly still alive,

it couldn’t have been rigor mortis

that kept your hands stiff by your side

as you dragged me around

wherever you wanted to go

like a bitch on a leash

Although,

I guess that’s how

you always saw me

I thought I had to come out to you

like I owed you an explanation

you have know idea how it felt,

that Bible verse about creation

looking back I doubt you care

Then you get mad when I don’t thank you

the audacity, I swear

Say you meant well all you want

I hate you for what you said

I may be ‘deceived by satan’

but you’ll meet him when you’re dead

I saw you with your girlfriend

In the back of your parent’s SUV

Sticking your tongue down her throat

like you’re trying to consume her

With the trunk wide open

so that all of us can see

And by now I’ve heard the rumors

Because you told all our friends

And they told me, so I know too

That our ‘friendship’

never meant shit to you

And you know what?

It’s just as well

that you dropped me like a burning coal

as soon as you could tell

that I would never let you swallow me

like I’m Jonah and you’re the whale

And you

you make me sick

but I have to laugh

because your parents got your name

from the wrong whale tale

Don’t worry, I’ll fix it now on their behalf

you see, they called you Jonah

but you’re much more of a Moby,

which is to say,

a dick

#nice guys #angry poems #original poetry #can you tell I’m still bitter?#the inherent betrayal of coming out to your friend and finding out he was only nice to you be a he wanted to get in your pants #coming out #religious trauma

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88m33 · 1 year

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Dad's music

I made a playlist of your music, dad.

I tried to remember

Every song you showed me.

I haven’t listened to them in years

But I think I got over

Fifty of them in there.

I don’t know why I did it, dad.

It’s a playlist of music

You’d scream at me through

And drive too fast

Around the roundabout

And I’d sit and cry

While we listened to Beck.

It’s your ringtone

Coming through my speakers.

It’s music I hated

Because you loved it

And I hated you

Because you don’t know how to love, dad.

It’s flashbacks of

The miserable road trips

And getting sodas with you

And listening to you

Bitch about your wife

And trying to convince me

You have the best music taste, dad.

You don’t have bad music taste

But mine is better.

I think I did it to reclaim it.

I wanted to listen to music

And not think of you, dad.

I want to listen to

The music I grew up with

And not burst into tears

At just the memory of what

I went through it while it played, dad.

I forgot how much

I truly loved some of your music, dad.

Why did you have to ruin it for me?

#poetry #shitty poetry #it’s shitty poetry if you’d even consider it #sad poetry #angry poetry #poetry of tumblr #poem #sad poem #angry poem #poem of tumblr #poems #sad poems #angry poems #poems of tumblr #poet #sad poet #angry poet #poets of tumblr #daddy issues

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dcvina-claires · 3 months

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girls when they realize that even though van eck is in jail, wylan will still spend the rest of his life hiding a part of his identity and living in fear because if the merchant council ever found out that he truly couldn’t read his life would be ruined and no matter how many times he changes his last name or his face he’s never going to escape the ableism and abuse that he faced as a child

#grishaverse #six of crows #crooked kingdom #gv #soc #ck #wylan van eck #wylan hendriks #if you grew up with an angry man in your house there will always be an angry man in your house or however the poem goes

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asoftepiloguemylove · 10 months

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hi, i love your webweaves so much ! if it's not too much trouble, could you please webweave something based on recovering from the hurtful actions of someone you used to love, and struggling with how to feel afterwards about that person and how they truly felt about you (whether they loved/cared for you or not) ? thank you so much !

i hope you're doing okay <33

Sylvia Plath from a letter to Ann Davidow-Goodman written 1951 Letters of Sylvia Plath, Volume I: 1940-1956 / Normal People (2020) dir. Lenny Abrahamson & Hettie Macdonald / Anne Carson Autobiography of Red / Richard Siken Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out / Paramore Interlude: I'm Not Angry Anymore

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silent-insanities · 8 months

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One day I wish to look upon your face And not feel a damn thing

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area51-narutorun · 1 year

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I went into a blind rage while watching the coronation livestream and wrote this. enjoy I guess.

#fuck the monarchy #anti monarchy #coronation #uk politics #imperialism #poetry #poems #writers on tumblr #britain #australia #fuck charles #idk this poem's not very good but i just felt so angry i had to write something #i hate the coronation so much

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