Poems about Anger, cruelty & meanness

These poems are about cruelty and meanness that we sometimes feel, think and say. As people we can sometimes be not very kind to one another. Sometimes the people who are the closest to us may suffer the most of our cruelty. I am quite sure that many of us have say very bad things to the people we love in times of stress or anger. These things that we say are very painful and hurtful but luckily we forgive each other, but do we ever forget. Me, I think that most of us may forgive, but forget may be not. Again cruelty comes in different forms from physical actions, spoken words or even something as small as ignoring someone. In the poems here, I have tried to capture some of these types and forms of cruelty. The titles are: "Surprise Surprise", "Family Lives & Lies", "Damnation Game", "Bastards Incorporated" and "I Am What". Again if you have any question and/or comments, please feel free to contact me. Syrbastyian

Poem: Surprise Surprise

" Surprise, Surprise "

Surprise, surprise.

I have got a surprise for you.

Is it big, is it small.

Does it need batteries at all.

Can it hang on a wall.

I see, I see.

You eyes, your eyes so big and wide.

Wide for your surprise.

You will have to wait.

wait and see your surprise.

Your surprise form me.

Surprise, surprise.

I lied, I lied.

Lied about your surprise.

You believe, you believe.

Believe the lies, the lies.

The lies from me.

I lied, I lied.

To see, to see.

To see you cry, you cry.

From the lies, the lies from me.

Surprise, surprise.

The fun, the fun.

The fun we had.

Had at your expense.

The games, the games.

That we all play.

Surprise, surprise.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: Family Lives And Lies

" Family Lives And Lies "

Yes I can see their heads turn.

Turn away from me.

I can see very clear.

When they look my way, they do not see me.

I must be invisible fore they see the wall behind me.

I stand there in their vision.

Their optical sense does not register my presence.

If you did not want me, then why did you take me.

When you had me.

You striped my spirit bare to make my life a lie.

My words they do not hear.

My voice, frequencies drifting into nowhere.

Friends are my family now.

And family, well they have made it perfectly clear.

I live dead in their eyes. I never exist.

If you did not not want me, why did you bother with me.

If you did not need me, why did you keep me.

So you made my life a lie.

Blind to my life.

Deaf to my presences.

Their hearts are not for me.

They have spilled the blood in my veins, more than once.

So I shall carve R.I.P. on my memories.

If you hated me, why did you waste your precious time on me.

No you could know beat me forever.

No especially since I got bigger.

Though you tried to end me, finish me, delete me, several times.

But you are not that intelligent.

Not that strong against my force of will.

So you made my life a lie.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poems: Damnation Game

" Damnation Game "

Rest in peace, they carved on my grave.

Rest in peace, Hell, it is time for the damnation game.

Raised from the dead

I am all your nightmares come true.

I am going to tear out your heart and suck out your eyes.

Damnation game, damnation game.

Would you like to play the damnation game.

Stealing people's lives while their blood heats me inside.

Looky here, what do I see.

A beautiful young family.

Mother, father and baby makes three.

My body buzzes with delight.

I can taste their sweet salted fluid of life.

Screams and howls,

They all do the same.

Defecating in their beds while the blood drowns from their heads.

"Please, please don't kill me, don't hurt".

I love that plea, that beg.

I smile, as I sink in my teeth.

The damnation game, the damnation game.

Would you like to play the damnation game.

Watching people die, body, spirit and mind.

Tasting their blood.

As their pulse slowly fades and finally dies.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: Bastards Incorporated

" Bastards Incorporated "

Uh-ah, all men are bastards that is what the bitches say.

Well let them suck a bit of this and see what they have to say.

Called my girlfriend said " I'll be home at seven. ". So I went out drinking and you guess it. She was waiting for me at seven, in the morning that is.

What could I say, Bastards Incorporated.

I do not want a relationship. All I want is in bed.

I do not care what you feel or think.

Cause I belong to Bastards Incorporated. Bastards Incorporated.

You don't give a shit about the bitches when you are in Bastards Incorporated.

I am a bastard, isn't that the truth.

What I am going to do for you, absolutely nothing. Except turn the screws on you.

So do not give me this shit about love, honour, respect yaddy ya ya.

All I want is all you have got and that is between your legs.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: I Am What

" I Am What "

If I were you, I would know what to do.

But if you were me, you would be torn into two.

Do not trust the eyes, they trick the mind.

Make them dark and use the senses inside.

I am everything you hate.

I am your nightmares come true.

I am what you fear and nothing you understand or even know.

I am everything you think I should not be.

I am me.

No you could not be straight with me.

Who do you think you are.

How could you be so insane to that I would care, would love.

No way.

Through my eyes, I have seen it all.

Seen the rich, seen the poor, seen love won and then blown away.

Intelligent people, foolish people, hard and easy people.

Used and being used in all ways.

To be alone, mmmm, to be out of sight.

Out of life, out of time, out of tomorrow and today.

I am what? Yes that is what, what.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier