conflict
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The day dims,
The enemies relentlessly commit sins,
A pang of hope overtakes their senses,
Though the ground is engulfed in wretched souls and lifeless corpses,
Listening to the wind blow the leaves like silk in the night, I look to the heavens for a sign to fight the day that I carry with a slight smile; I feel the pressure rising without a solution so, I call on my ancestors knowing I will not get a sho
Man... Can I Get A Witness... ?!?
Cos It Seems That Some People...
Just Do Not Know How To Mind Their Business... !!!
As If They Can See Through The Eye of MY Needle...
Needle As In My Resorting To Sin...
I try and try to hold, to no prevail as my labial frustration spews and echoes through halls with paper thin walls separating us from the stares, I don’t care... I DON’T CARE
Now I Be Putting In Work When It Comes To My Verse...
But UNLIKE THE CRIPS... My Bullets Are WORDS... !!!
So Require NO HEARSE... !!!
Because They’re Well Observed To Leave A Fool SERVED... !!!
You Know Sometimes Within This Life...
You Have Those Nights That DO SURPRISE... !!!
Now I've Shown That I...
Am INDEED A Dark Knight of A Different Type ... !!!
Yup... I'm Used To Them Now.. !!!
People Acting FOUL … !!!
Cos' of Things That Come Out of My LOGICAL Mouth … !!!
LOGICAL Thoughts That Seem To Wage WAR … ?!?
In The Minds Now Inclined To … Live In DENIAL … !?!
What Is It With These... “ Know It Alls “... ?!?
They Seem To THINK That They’re CHOSEN...
When They... HAVEN'T Been CALLED... ?!?
They Really Make Me SICK...
With... ALL Their TALK... !!!
Hong Kong China crunchclash of ideologies—iron mixed with clay
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© 2019 Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Why must every metaphor be taken literally?
For a dog that lays in the sun has no feline whiskers
and a wilted rose still receives its beauteous name.
So I Was Told The Other Day ...
That ... CERTAIN Things I Had To Say ...
REALLY Were NOT ... " NECESSARY " ... !!!!!
It's About THAT TIME ...
To Use STRAIGHT Rhymes To EXORCISE ...
What Rests Inside My ... ANGERED Mind ... !!!!!
A Mind That Tries To OPEN Eyes ...
of Those With Sight Whose Vision's ... "Blind" ... !!!
Love is a complex and interesting thing
It amazes us, no matter how we swing
It can save you from trouble, free you from pain,
But sometimes, there isn't any gain.
i jumped on my bike as fast as i could
but not fast enough, it did me no good
the bully kid was big and mean and acted very tough
laughing all the while he quickly knocked me on my duff
.
She wears a crown
but only in her games
She wants power
Because she's scared to lose control.
She built a castle of broken dreams
My grandma has a heart bigger than the Minnesota lakes she grew up on.
She would give you the shirt of her back if you asked for it, feeds the neighborhood squirrels right out of the palm of her hand,
These demons always plague me,
They keep me in constant torment.
Where could the angels be?
They aren’t stopping my demons.
The demons only get riled,
Everyone has demons,
But mine are different.
They feed on my pain,
And play with my sanity.
They jump from shoulder to shoulder,
Sometimes I wonder what it feels like to not constantly Worry about what people think of me, to not wonder if that woman on the other side of the room - that hasn’t even looked in my direction - is laughing at me or laughing at the completely rand
There once was a person who was old,
Who stole a leprechaun's pot of gold,
So the latter kicked him hard
And he flew across a yard,
And then there's a wind that's very cold.
She confronts me each day.
She challenges me and forces me to overcome situations that I couldn’t fathom occurring.
She Shapes me.
She shapes me because every time she pushes me down I am motivated to get right back up.
Aren't these things supposed to flow naturally?
Shouldn't I just be able to pour my feelings out into my writing?
Write eloquent, tearjerking stories
and just
get it all out
Why can't I?
I'm lost
I'm lost in a sea of colors I can't seem to understand
Red, Blue, Green,
What diffrence does it reall make when I just feel them slowly absorbing the wavelengths that are meant to keep me sane?
I hesitate.
Replaying your comment in my head.
Say something.
Say anything.
Speak up.
Speak OUT.
But enough though I want to,
I don't say anything.
I don't.
Too many roads diverged in a tense arena
And I used to wonder what it would be like to travel all.
Could I be Engineering? Astrophysics? Analyst? Architect? Chemist?
Tell, teach, preach, or indoctrinateby any means necessary.He'll never learn another way.
Balance his needs with your own,or at least, never let him see you struggle.That comes later.
Her eyes blaze with guilt,
and an outrage at being guilty.
Being caught.
I patiently wait for the crows,
who so lovingly printed their feet
Hatred and brutality make up our personalities,
Endless wars and fighting brings nothing but insanity,
They explain it as fidelity, define it as loyalty,
But is killing your neighbors truly an act of audacity?
I am graduating this year and you won't see it.
I will walk down that aisle, I will accept my degree
I will take a step forward and then I will take a step down.
I will bow to the past and face forward to my future,
The truth, my pride. It's all conflicing...
See, I've been hurt so many times, ain't no tears in me.
So memory lane I'm jogging faithfully, but waking up some days...
I don't take so graciously.
Some people
Love it
Hate it
Indifferent
I hate them
I go into a daze
I get depressed
I cry for no reason
I have mood swings
I feel like rather
Than everyone is
Electrical boxes blasting our eyes,
Sending images of fear and conflict,
Talking like a serpent, which is unwise,
Illustrating a dove as a convict.
Every time, the deception keeps going,
Steps away from deathMinutes away from the endAs here I stand, my crossroadsEverything I thought I knew“Kill or be Killed?”The wordsThe taste of poison off my tongueTo save a life?Her life?
I forbid thee to turn as I brother
For you more wiser owneth more potential than I;
It is the grief thouest witness I bestoweth upon our mother;
For are dreaming belief excluded not but a lie?
Shouts, Screams, Thunder, and Roars
All hidden behind unopened doors
Lies, Betrayal, Beaten, and Broke
Buried beneath the ash in the smoke
Fire, War, Gun Shots, and Swords
America the land of free
Freedom is what promised
A melting pot of people
Yet we are setting limits on who is welcome
Based of religion
We let are fear control
Not so welcoming any more
Never thought I would be here
on a tightrope
one side is new love
the other old
If I fall in the old
I have a chance to make it new again
we are both damaged, perhaps it's time to revive us
I am moving
Yet, I am stagnant
Things, people, places all change
Yet everything is the same
I hear, I comprehend
But I cannot understand
Love me
Rid me of this uncertainty
Tantric intimacy, lust and anxiety
Vulnerability drips into my being
Rid me of this uncertainty
In low tides and peace
Vulnerability drips into my being
I am so torn
My body
Being pulled in two directions
By my mind
And heart
Which do I choose?
My choice doesn’t matter
Both sides will keep pulling anyway
Equal in their force
to whom this may concern: i am now free
i do not wish to sing thee barren praise
nor have it fall on eyes that cannot see
Something I don't understand
Is why we are always fighting
Who's right, and who's wrong?
Who's to blame, who do we disagree with?
Does it matter?
Do we have to convince the other side
her words struck me like lightning.
passion and strength erupted from her booming voice.
it was beautiful and terrifying all at once.
Volume amplified.
Stresses maximized.
Nothing stabilized.
Endlessly mesmerized.
Hope petrified.
Saftey tramatized
Restoration, lost.
Am I mad at you?
Holding a grudge is hard work.
Time is too precious.
Its been awhile since I’ve written anything.
You see, usually I begin with a metaphorical gesture,
Or a fragment too dramatic to be anything but the start of a stanza.
But today I write from my heart.
In one hand I have safety
In the other rests my heart
Every time I try to unite them
Everything falls apart
Why can’t things be simple
Easy to figure out
I once was so sure of the love
Sometimes I can't see past the pain
It's really hard to explain
Why can't I just live my life
Without it cutting through me like a knife?
The names they call as I walk by
I don't want you so involved in my life
What choices I make are my own right
You can get mad and angry
But its your reputation on the line, not mine.
Watch over me whether I want you to our not,
In timeIn spaceFeeling out of placeIn fearIn mindAnswers you can't findIn heartIn soulIt's out of controlIn darknessIn light
Where the air flows fresh and crisp
And life radiates shades of green
And orange and red and colors
That run deeper than the scars
Of the Earth;
Where the grasp of man halts,
Giving way to nature,
Green sap oozing
from great gashes
in trees
into
paper, furniture, and houses
all for human needs
like the great stashes of black oil
oozing....
into
lakes, rivers, and streams
The tree laughs
Children play below
On a hot summer day so slow
The tree is shade
And the tree likes offering aid
The tree smiles
A couple look deeply into each other's souls
Why? What can you say to justify the gory ground that I stand upon
Glory? Ha! An infant's dream that died in me long ago
The clouds have veins,
at the end of the day, when the sun kisses the edges,
and the purple spreads along the blue, dancing on the white
Standing behind the curtains
Hiding from the crowd
He really wants to see her openly
But his presence is too loud
She’s been waiting for her moment
It seems it’s finally here
Giving love to a hollow heart
Is like dropping a coin into a well
In hopes of making a wish
But never hearing it hit the bottom
No splash in the water
No thud against bricks
Just a feeling of dread
Depression is a widow's veil.
A black, looming object..light and wispy, blowing with every change of the wind.
It's flowery design serves to hide the pain and agony that lies beneath.
I sometimes ponder whether our souls simply conjure
the vices that mold our souls into monsters,
or if heavy hearts simply sink like lead
when life's violent seas bring disease and death.
I thought it would be cleaner in here
That makes sense, right?
Perfectionists and all that
It should be neat lined shelves, glass, platinum
It's not
Oh Soldier my Soldier
Empty and alone
Friends back home
Far from peace
Gambled by dice
What do I do
without you?
Where do I go
when you're broken too?
I want to help
is that possible?
We could both be happy
is that attainable?
I want to move forward
You start from who you are;
Sweet, innocent, and caring. people ask and you say you're ok but no one knows how you're truly faring.
Heavy and smudged sky,
and drops on the window.
My brain pulses,
and my heart swells.
It weighs down on the space between
morals and the vices of feeling.
From a distance much to great,
He silently seals his fate.
With a rush of the tide,
He loses the feelings he tried to hide.
His head spins,
Days,
Weeks,
Months,
They pass.
And I wait.
I wait on you.
I wait on a FaceTime,
A call,
Some word.
But you don't call.
You don't FaceTime,
You send no word.
Black and Blue
Do you ever get a clue?
Black and red
do you know how much i bled?
black and green
You were always too keen
Black and yellow
Afterwords, you were always so mellow.
Words are unspoken,
Things are not said,
But everything she feels is stuck in her head.
The sighs of a hurting, broken heart
Her feelings inside tear her apart.
Words that whisper,
In the midst of a friendship,
Just an ordinary life,
Something strange has happened.
It didn't used to be this way,
I could just laugh when you made a joke,
Now I have a tingly feeling
It's extremely loud in here,
Though you do not hear it from there.
You may not be able to tell,
There are a lot of arguments
And the music is always up too loud.
Though the words spoken, shake,
I Fight,
I Fight For The Light.
I Fight For Those Sitting Their Room,
Crying At Night, Holding That Knife,
And Wishing They Died.
I Fight For The Ones Who Lost Hope,
Broken bottles
lining the window seels
where pictures should be
where crosses should be
liquor soaking in the walls
yet not absorbing the blows
virbration from the seel decore
look at yourself
look at your thighs
do you really believe
people would care if you died
your eyes are to small
and your stomach too round
feel the adreniline pumping?
Full of stress, full of fear.Working so hard, full of determination.A need to express, to make it clear.Eternally scarred, by the implication.Of failed success, so severe.
Staring at walls, out of mind
Dark despair calls, like no other kind
Shadows swirling, thoughts racing
Emotions twirling, no point in chasing
You’re feeling insecure
Don’t know what for
You have everything
That others dream for
You are beautiful, strong, and pure
I took a look over the edge and slipped
I fell into an oblivion
The fall did not just puncture my bones
but hurt a few hearts in the process
They told me everything would be okay
but they all left
Fond memories, led astray
No glimpse of hope, such disarray
Scornful judgment brings out a beast, so tame
Blinded by its fear, naught bravery remain
Tearing at the wounds that reject
In the valley of the Shadow of Death,
There’s no place to hide, no place to rest.
The demons there, haunting your every step.
Choking you ‘till you have no breath.
The light at the end of the tunnel
When your pain is tangible
You can reach out and touch it.
It’s everywhere, consuming you.
You don’t even realize how lon_____g
it’s been eating away at your insides, until
they finally cave in and c
Nights of terror seem to pass
And days of sorrow fade.
In every moment that I laugh
I slowly crawl out of the shade.
Bits and pieces start to form
But some parts are still gone.
Hey you…
Yeah, you.
The girl with all the scars and stories to tell.
The boy who sits alone in the corner,
The child with a black eye from “falling down the stairs”,
I’m here for you,
Now and forever.
I wish you hated me,
because then I wouldn't feel so guilty
for wanting to leave you and give up at times.
I wish you despised me no matter
how much love I gave you
so that I wouldn't be the one to blame.
but you seethe thought of you and meour names intertwinedlike ribbons and balloonsscares me half to deaththough it feels rightand functions wellyou are the ribbonand i don’t want to be
Sometimes I can’t breatheBecause the thought of you isn’t oxygenBut some kind of toxic breath I can’t digestYou’re like a sicknessHot and feverish, making me use wordsI hate
Love is a martyr of the purest intention,
An unaltered pursuit towards salvation and redemption,
Embodied in the birth of One,
A truer personification has never been done.
They see pain and suffering all around,
And pray to ease the yolk,
I see another pack of noodles,
And just another bottle of Coke.
They see hypocrites and liars,
Fighting for what they know is right,
Don’t be fooled by the innocent
Smile that’s been glued on
This face, papier-mâchéd with scraps
Of porcelain and love
Poems and kindness
Around a cage of demands
To be pure.
On a cold January morning
I ran through your front door
Expecting your joyful presence.
But instead,
I heard a murmur of an unfamiliar
Somber tone filling the house.
Actinic gargles and burps from laboratories,
Their chimneys smoking out lethal heat,
Lashing the winds with acidic whips,
Inside boil synthetics neat,
Green enough to melt your meat,
