Best Agression Poems
THE ALTURNATING CURRENT IS CHANGING THE BUDDA AMPLITUDE,
WITH OUT THE ARTIFICIAL AUROMA THERE IS NO MASS OR MAGNUTUDE,
SO WE INTENCE THE THC SO THE CATALIST CHANGE THE CHEMICAL EQUATION,
TRULY BLUNTING THE AVERAGE COCKASIAN,
MAKING THE COEFFICIENT COLLISON THEORY COLLID,
REAREANGING THE CURRENT CORROSION RATE CREATING AND INCREASE IN SUASIDE,
THIS DATA DIFFACTIONS THE CONDUCTER TO BE ACUSED OF CONTROL OVER
ELECTROMAGNETIC ENERGY,
MAKING DEATH BY FALMIBILITY,
A POSSABILITY,BUT HOSSTILITY,
IS A COMMON ETHINIC PROBLEM CAUSING INTERNAL COMBUSTION,
CAUSING THE IRIS WATER MAGNETIC DOMAINS DESTRUCTION,
CREATING THE PERFIT CERUM WITH AND ISATOPE LASER MADE WITH NOBLE GAS,
THATS THE REASON WHEN IMM HIGH I BUST DOUBLE ON ASS,
MY ABILITIES FUSE WITH PURE SUBSTENCE PULLING THE REFLECTING TELOCOPE,
MY MIND CONTAINS THE SOFTWARE OF ANF ISOTOPE,
IM HIP-HOPS STRUCTUAL FORMUALA AND TRANSMUTATION,
MY AGRESSION WILL MENTALLY CHANGE THE IDEA OF TRANSFUSION CAUSING
CONSTUPATION,
CAUSE IM STUCK IN A LISTENERS MIND LIKE A VAPERIZED VIBRATION,
MAKING CHRONIC DISAPEAR UNDER VAPORIZATION,
WITHOUT CONDUCTING AN IVESTAGATION,
ON COCKS UNDER THERMAL EXPANTION,
MY SOUND QUALITY CREATES THE PERFECT CERUM,
WITHOUT THE MERCURY OR THE CALCIUM,
FUSINGOXAGEN IN THE LUNGS WITH HELIUM,
MAKING THE EYES COMPOSE NEON,
THEN THE BLOODS SUBJECT TO ARGON,
KRYPTON,
XENON,
AND RADON,
WITCH MAKES ME RARE LIKE RADUIM,
ON THE PERIOTIC TABLE WITH OUT THE MTRIC RULER,
MY FLOWS ARE COOLER,
I STICK TO MC'S LIKE A TRAIN TRACK IN THE WINTER,
WHILE THERE BEATS NEVER MOVE ME FROM THE CENTER,
SO IM RIPPIN THERE ADAMS APPLES SO THEY HAVE NO SEX-LINKED-TRAITES,
PUTTING ME ON THE STAGE AND WEAK MC'S BEHIND THE GATES,
CAUSING EMENEM AND THE REST ON THEM,
TO KILL THERE DATES,
WITCH SHOWS ME EXACTLY WHY THE DISCOVERY CHANEL STATES,
WHERE PRIMATES,
LIFE VARIATES,
BUT TIME NEVER WAITS..
Demolish your demons, demolish the pain.
Enlarge your smiles, happiness you will gain.
Slaughter the evil, inside your mind.
This makes you feel better, I think that you'll find.
Ruin the agression, keep peace in your head.
Understand the problem and be civil instead.
Calmness around others, even if you don't like them.
The rivalry we do condemn.
It's your choice, about your, mental destruction
Only don't be fooled by a fatal obstruction.
Never let the mode of anger be on overproduction.
Was it my red eyes? That had me forewarned?
In the mirrior I can't see my face, hands or forearms
My souls gone till dawn, because this is what the bottles drawn
My drools thickened, my rooms spinnin, i'm puke spittin
I'm sinning, the reflections grinning, I'm sickened
Bliss missing, friendship killing, family splitting
From shootin liquids, that soothed but smitten'd
See it was liquid venom, cause i'd never
Say a sentence that would ruin and wrecken with given vengeance...
It was the Gibson sippin' me slippin' mind twistin'
Devil kickin' him livin', I the victim...
Used like a tool or weapon
The drug investin'to my depression
Runnin' with the hell and heaven's
Me testin' my agression so I can learn my lessons from my reflection because....
I thought I saw the devil this morning
Looking in the mirrior, drop of rum on my tongue
With a warning...
So it was my red eyes, and I had to reflect
I was the Number 1 suspect, I checked over everything I've wrecked
The number 1 effect, losing all respect and not being able to recollect
Can't you tell i'm disgusted with myself, and I need some help
My souls been dealt, and I don't hold any material wealth...
I'm hopeless, I sold my soul just to get it then...
It rips minds but it's my "medicine"...
Dreamers comparison, i'd ease into deadliness, god must of sent me this...
A fifth a bottle, such carelessness, bringing negligence
Oh my arrogance, the drunk feeling is excellent...
It's venomous, but to me it's not relevent...
The emphasis is i'm sick of my selfishness, and recklessness
I miss my gentleness, and sick of my drinking elements
And my true lovely sentiments because I....
I thought I saw the devil this morning
Looking in the mirrior, drop of rum on my tongue
With a warning...
Here's sumthing I kinda find funny
All these friends around really don't know me
everyone has a reflection here of
Stay outa my image if you can't look in the mirror
Now you can go with this or that
Whatever you choose, passion is where it is at
I will never gyrate to accomodate
your irate
as of this date i can and will be someone you hate
Passive agression
I thought this was a two way conversation
I'm just saying............ I see your lips moving but I don't feel nothing but a breeze
I could see your body language had nothing to comment
and this my friend i peeped on you with ease.
No apologies
No criticism
Significant abhorrence
Distorted transfiguration
Angsty mornings
Disheavled evenings
Annoyance , frustration , disdain .
Paradoxial inception
Analytical depression
Muffled whispers
Defunct agression
Ultimate paranoia
Unconsciously decisive
Submissive arguments
Disoriented contortion
Twirling whirlwind of suppression
Tumult of words
In finalè
Pure satured composure guided by
motives of predestined animosity
Justifying hateful thoughts, letting others sink their talk
Useless looking in the mirror, when the reflection won't come nearer
Sitting on so many cries; i'm so fat, i'm so ugly, how is it that a person will want me?
Tilting opinion to a right; not everyone can please your sight
Let me in, let me out, show me confidence, push out doubt
Over repeat to yourself: How can one love you if you don't love yourself?
View out the media and suck in your power; If you know it you'll walk like a tower
Erase self agression and draw out strength; no one hurts more than yourself
Make it with in your heart and you will flow out through your mind
Easy loving, time is humming, go and grow your pride!
Smack. Slam. Explode
Fire. Heat
Cold
Freedom
Hunger.Food.
Captivity.Chains.Slaves
Wet
Thirst.Crave
Shower.Clean.Bathe
Empty.Hole.Leak
Love.Me
Hate
Fear
Agression. Rage
Vengence.Violence.Pain
Ring
Marriage.Family
One.Two.Three
Home
Husband.Wife
Unity.Bond.Tight
Commitment.Promise
Dependence.Need.Sacrifice
Selflessness. Trust.Togetherness.Submittance
Adultery.Lies.Deceit.Cheat
Cry.Scream.Weep
Lost. Unfound
Broken
Unbound
Agression
Where come from? From the mind? From the soul?
Is it genetic? No. It’s not that. Then? From second
Second? Yes. The second person. That’s not an ego
The second you. Sure. Lives with you. Drive. Demon
But not all aggressive
I have one. Friendly
He wrote this poem
Please, take difference
He
Asks
They tell you what to do,
They decide who you are,
They tell you how to think,
They take it way too far.
They pick all of your friends,
If you're allowed any at all,
They push you down,
You can't break the fall.
They keep digging at you,
Kicking you when you're down,
No one helps you recover,
That's why you always wear a frown.
They won't leave you alone,
Their agression fails to subside,
Physically or not,
The forms of bullying are all allied.
You don't know what to do,
You can't decide who you are,
You are told how to think,
It's going way too far.
You've got limited friends,
If you have any at all,
You've been pushed down,
There's no way to break the fall.
You've had enough of them digging at you,
They keep kicking you when you're down,
You need help to recover,
To stop that horrid frown.
You want to be left alone,
You want their agression to subside,
Whether they hit you or not,
The bullies are all allied.
You no longer care anymore,
The pain is just too much,
You separate yourself,
From the bullies and their clutch.
Alone in your room,
You believe, is the safest place to be,
Forget school and going out,
It will soon work out, you'll see.
You need to talk about it,
Tell someone who's in power,
Bullying must be stopped,
In this week, this day, this hour.
May in Moscow's my favorite month,
You feel you live, no longer exist.
You look beautiful, no more a moth,
Every morning green grass bears some mist.
May is for taking long evening walks,
Breathing spring air with spirit and scent.
In May there's time for meaningful talks
Feeding motivation and intent.
Then June walks in and it's my birthday.
It sweeps you off your feet in a dance.
In July you'd curse the heat and say
"It's hot!" begging for get-away chance.
Each August some disaster happens:
Default, hurricane or sudden death.
You stack inside your moral weapons
And soon long for autumn's cooling breath.
September's about kids, new school year,
Trees change color and caress our eyes.
Don't you think of winter when you smear
Hopes and no longer see the skies.
October's about walks in cold parks.
Meeting good old friends and drinking wine.
Can't get enough of talking 'til sparks
Come out of eyes. With content you shine.
"Summer is little life of its own"
That is what Russians like to think.
Now it's gone but at least it has shown
Us how to live, dissappeared with a wink.
November through March's 'bout depression:
Dull times, try to get by, day by day.
You taste darkest times of agression
Then April again takes in dismay.
It's a game in itself
lies, lust, and agression.
They say,"you're playing a game"
well, hun class in session.
It's this complex idea that you're not alone,
you have a God given mate.
Well most won't find them
the sex, the money, and the dates.
Caught up in a theory of epic proportion
when it's minor, and quite simple.
It's only to fill the emptiness
then the heartbreaks seem to ripple.
Like a stone in the water
skipping on top.
It's just a game,
so addictive you can't stop.
I have two friends
I can't seem to defriend them
because they have seemed to mend themselves
deep under my skin,
and not only that
but they have also
entwined themselves into my brain
One's name is Depression
He kind of has this obsession
To kill me slowly with his oppression
and when I try to get rid of him
He shows his agression
And makes me feel like I'm right back where I started..
His possession
Sometimes
His buddy, Anxiety likes to tag along
She likes to make me feel like everything I do is wrong
or that I don't belong
with my group of friends
or even in my own family
She also likes to pick fun at me all day long
about how I dress
How I'm a terrible mess
How I can't seem to impress
because I can't express myself
So at that point I tend to egress
because my mind can't seem to process it
all at once
These two work together
my mind turns to cold weather
because I don't want to hurt
but even when I exert to get them out
They always seem to be there
and I have a feeling they always will be
~10-7-17~
-Based of others struggles not my own-
passive agression
schizoid fantasy
she seemed patient
like green earth
quiet and withdrawn
like a hermit
interjection of thoughts
projection of wants
red wine
we are walking
white sand spreading
music of the heightening
waves capsizing
the fortress of black
rock
distorted emotions
conversion of sublimed
lust
we are uniting
union of ecstasy
blessed
witnessing mermaids
Sometimes things don't go on our way,
Wondering why it has always been that way?
The agression and grief,
Is never replaced with relief.
Being tongue tied,
And brain hyped,
Lungs rotten,
And heart broken.
Wondering why things happen that way?
Well I don't think we can get any answers either way.
have compassion on my soul do not tread upon my head
feelings you give i feel dead
in the days of adversity i wither away from the strong hand of the oppressor
he puffs up at me like an adder
he is like a madd hatter that compasses me
his pride is cruel and he strings my heart in his laughter
when shall i be free from his wrath of no reason
i wait upon the season when i am not opressed
stress stress all this stress could it be folly
works of the devil no less he is the dark soul that hates me
when did i become his point of agression a target none the less
he plays with my head like a ten string guitar
he dances with so much joy to put my soul in misery
he also causes me to forget what i am thinking
this being really is stinking his attitude and ways
when does he bother me you may ask all damn day
i feel dull from his hands my emotions feel bland
i try to run to hide from his cruel intentions
i even sought for other interventions
but none did know what to do
it is a frame i look like the fool