Many years ago
They stormed the Bastille
Two hundred and one lost their lives
The tennis court oath however survived
Jacques had his heart with the masses
Necker could not be dismissed so easily
The storming of the Bastille was to be
The birth of a nation for all men free
And free men they were
Running naked through the streets
What they lacked in cake
The made up with in red wine
The Republique was born
A democracy in infancy
Would grow through trials and tribulations
To become a multicultural great nation
Lone angry men filled with such hate
I welcome you to Bastilles’ gate
Of medieval prisons long ago
It is there, you I shall throw
You kill in the name of a God
A God you do not know
Love has escaped from your very soul
Only hate tarnishes your bitter heart
The ghosts of Bastille are mocking
The coward who is filled with such animosity
There never shall be an escape
The soul of the dead shall eternally taunt you
A criminal with no compassion
You have only given us our determination
To battle for the peace of this great nation
You bring us tears; alas we shall turn them to wine
Naked through the streets we shall always dance!
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016
I am strong
You may simply disregard me
with your arrogant throng
You may treat me with disrespect
I'm still here, I am strong
Why don't you like it when I succeed?
Why can't you be happy for me?
I walk on air, confidently
so, foot loose and fancy free
Just like hope and like faith
and the sureness of birdsong
I know where I belong...
I am strong
Did you want me to be shaking
so scared and all alone?
Feeling lost and so abandoned
with nowhere to call my home?
Does my happiness distress you?
Does it make you feel upset?
That I'm at peace lovin' myself
Livin' life without regret?
You may shred me with sarcasm
You can say I don't belong
You can hate me with your jealousy
But still, like iron, I'm strong
Does my confidence disturb you?
Can you not visualize?
That my words are captivating
and the crowds they mesmerize?
From ancestral farmers sowing seed
I am strong
From hardy men of faith who believed
I am strong
I'm a true wordsmith, spinning words so true
weaving and knitting, as true poets do.
Never giving in to fear or to doubt
I am strong
I know what the love of God is about
I am strong
Building on the faith my forefathers had
I encourage the weak, make their hearts glad
For my best 2016 contest
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Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2016
Praise me down
In a pit of abysmal.
Your balance ego
Keeps me on the void
Behind your back.
Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2013
America the Free ~ America the Brave ~
Freedom with price Capitalism attacked
the many taken hearts broken still
one World try to rebuild
sadness and tears fall hard with fears
guilt by association many accused still
souls evaporated shattered dreams
tears fall on innocence left with anger
The proud fearless knew the inevitable
policeman fireman many lives lost
grieving does not stop 12 years later
New York city once proud & shameless
refusing to let fears in protecting ours
left in shock still question's unanswered
nothing learned nothing gained
ready to attack many left behind
anger greets denial anger meets rage
unacceptable still refusing new love
wanting days to rewind let us go back in time
acceptance allowing the victims leave in peace
the brave taken young leaving us sadly old
haunting dreams lost spirits dwell
no answers to hate never forgetting that day
Evil entered suddenly unforgiving fate
entering our City we stand with the fallen
How to fix how do we Change
This can be read many different ways ~ This is a poem I am so proud to write ~
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
Why do you give me a hard look from your face?
that you don't like what you see?
that I'm from a different race?
Why can't we see eye to eye?
why do I disgust you,
like you don't wanna be near me
would you please tell me?
tell me why you hate me?
Do you hate me because of the color of my skin?
like I'm a disease?
you don't think I have desires?
that I have needs?
We aren't from the same race,
but by soul,
we live in the same world.
You may think I'm nothing,
just push me into the mud,
knowing we both have the same colored blood.
You can't judge me by my appearance,
or by my race,
or even the color on my face.
Say what you want to say,
you can't judge me,
for I didn't choose to exist in the first place.
Copyright © verlena dillard | Year Posted 2014
Just one look at you
Tempting me, teasing me, tormenting me
I hate the feelings you evoke
Just want to hold you, devour you
I don’t want to see you go
But I can never resist the last chocolate in the box!
9th March 2015
Contest – Love or Hate – Pick a subject - Shadow Hamilton
I chose Love as my theme
~awarded 1st place~
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015
Revenge sweet turning with hate
a brother rises striking blows
landing hits brother in wicked deeds
evilness within mans own soul
Cruelty crawling inside desires
suffering greed of nations they plea
Rise up against nations man at war
tearing asunder God's creation
People slowly murdering loveless
Pride a sinful act of violence
laced with pain destroying pure love
everything that once stood out housed peace
so fine cut beautiful, good sharing
caring free, in this one, big show rolls
Keeps turning, the wheel of hope
whom will speak, as we all become part
of his heavenly dust in the end
or burning remains of hell's fire
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2014
oh, let me tell you a twisted tale . . .
of robin hood and a merry band of followers
but my story does not take place in folklore but in reality
todays story is of an archer, a person skilled with swords and words
skilled in disguise, taking many false faces
and like robin hood of ancient tales, draped in green but this green is jealousy
like the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together
blanketed in secrecy, having no moral compass to guide the evil
oh the hate is a cancer on my poems and beautiful words
my poetry a garden ravaged by this outlaw with a sharp arrow
devious, crafty, sly, calculating, deceitful, fake, scheming, shifty
we know each false disguise you hide behind
every fraudulent name and game
oh, back to the story . .
lets raise the curtain to this ancient tale
this robin hood and a merry band of followers
pretend to be good and kind but shoot arrows
trying to murder my words
from dark hidden places, mingling joyfully
shifty and crooked, shady but quite artful in ways of destruction
a shining star shaped shield of silliness
the way is dangerous in this spider web of lies
bloods seeps from my broken heart like red tears
leaf-strewn gales utter low wails like violins on my murdered poems
robin hood and the merry band of followers
spit them out like stones
and when I read their words, the words squirm like snakes
robin hood of ancient lore stole from the rich to give to the poor
this robin hood steals our poetic muse
not quite the hero of old
but be assured your swords and sharp arrows are nothing to me
because my poems will sail like swans on quiet waters long after you
are burning down below for your deceitful ways
January 21, 2016
For the contest, Twisted Robin Hood
Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2016
for days he follows a man dressed in black eyes fathomless pools
I feel his yearning his hunger and I am smitten curious
dreading him yet he enthralls me to surrender-
confusion fear overwhelms me he is breathing oh desire
in his room whispering my name . . .
his voice a deep baritone demanding terrifying
those fathomless eyes look down at me I am lost I pull him close
he strokes my flowing raven hair his eyes cold as ice
daggers to my soul love(or hate) lust passion possession
he wants to control me and violently he crushes my ruby red lips
with a demanding kiss and then the kiss is beautiful
words evil he is need lust he says vile things
oh those dark fathomless eyes go away come back I love you
he wraps his arms around me we are spinning and swirling lost in love
for how long are we locked in that embrace it seems like days
then he stops his smile is mean and cruel he laughs
I am nothing without his kiss I am a love hostage held in chains
and when he turns away I weep for him and hate myself
dark this lust I MUST find the strength to leave
there is no sweetness this is WRONG lost as his fathomless eyes
must get away must find the courage to walk away leave leave
I hear the door close and quickly dress the rooms smell mouldy
finding the door I turn the knob it is locked
and I am screaming . . .
February 1, 2016
For the contest, The Dark Side Of Love,
Sponsor, Shadow Hamilton
Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2016
The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare
You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark
The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy
You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark.
Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013
To our world, we are traitors filled with hate
Confidence we had, turned to wonder and doubt
The spirit of brotherhood is divided into a thousand pieces
The face of a sincere soul, bleed never loose battle
It's time to wash away the blood of guilt
Testing the earth durability with bombs and heavy weapons
Look me in the eyes, the dream is killed
This is the reality
From another place and time, a beautiful garden
Returning to the world that was heaven
What will we sacrifice to go back there
The world has changed in pain
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
- Published in the Newspaper : 16.07.2016
Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2016
A truth in rage of insult furrows my mind
For it is only an offense given to me by myself
In the mouths of others far innocent than I
I feel the tears trickle down my cheeks
For I have surfaced into an ugly mistake
I am always inadequate in this brain
I try to shine like the advice of grace given
But confidence rarely rears its head my way
There’s a sort of shade blocking its way
A shade that darkens everyday
That very shade led me to believe my feelings are wrong
That I will never belong so long as they are not controlled
I must be careful—for the lines of love and lust run cold
I hate myself truly this night
And no one but myself will give me the right
The very right to degrade my every being
Because you are not seeing what I am seeing
There is no point
My lines run cold
Can I be so bold as to say
I still love with a pang of indistinguishable doubt
All feelings enter in
As my truth blurs and checks out
Your words pierce me so deep
I cannot describe the pain I feel
God it hurts so bad
It can’t be real
Much like the love I have come to embrace
The very love that links to your face
Tears don’t give it justice
It can’t be real
Much like the love I will never face
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013
A burst of white light
gamma rays, overbearing
a flash of brilliance
burns through to my soul
everything is like hell
the world starts to melt
in the blink of an eye
just the cold blackness
I don't care if I am not again
what I once was, for at this moment
I am greater now
than ever before
I took the path between
teetering, tight roping walking
right up to my right
divined in my unholy state
I thought I told you
I am your king
still you sit there, hesitating
I know you hate me
what does that mean?
I hate just about everything
still I'm chosen
I did not wish before
now bow down to me
refuse me no more
for I shall always be your demon
until you accept me as your King.
I don't even know you
though you say we used to be
best of friends, you and me
the day you ditched me
I remember now
exactly how it played out
back when we were just tiny things
even back then I still was King
you thought me stupid
just a ruse
I would laugh inside, you see?
not one of you single, mean people
ever even knew me
in a world, mostly seen to me
that is why only I can be your true King
and bring forth a new source
of light everlasting.
As two worlds collide slowly aligned
one wrapped in shadows
one bathed in white
evils swirling in the clouds above
I'll always be the king you love
to hate or despise as in your blood
I thought I told you, I am the one
I am the way, the way out shall be shown
breathe in my spirit as it carries you away
breathe in my faith it shall carry your empty space
and deposit you gently on a cloud just enough
higher than you've ever dreamed of
for I am king now, and your in my hell
your in my imagination, I'll just never tell
you'll feel as though dreaming, you'll feel now
if you try and see
you were always found the most
shared in the light cast upon me
the last bright star in heaven.
Denounce my name, if you may
One year later, still not afraid
A black sheep, a darkened spade
That's just life, I'm not right
I'm in the wrong, follow along
Like a piper, I'll pitch a song
Mesmerized, the weak wills sing
I thought he told you, he's still our king.
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2011
So many people suffer
as they condemn others with extreme hate
raping hearts violently shredding inner purity
inside deep council cries as ugly visions hurt
tainted with nightshades
unforgiving it creates wars
through such ugly bitterness
Twisted within a dark fork
judgement overpowers emotions
killing without mercy love and divine beauty
A human virtue turned upside down
in this world we all know our hearts plea
In what is right and what is wrong
Yet we turn a blind eye ignoring the truth
ignorance plays its roll
as our soul is colorless
we all bleed tears falling pain inside heartache
raindrops of a deep hurt remains
holding love as the most precious pure gift
undying beauty will always remain beautiful
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015
Sometimes the memories won’t fade
All the places we have seen
All the prices we have paid
The memories of the happy as well as the sad
The people we’ve lost
The friends that we had
Some memories just seem like a ghost
I always lost everyone that I loved the most
The wind would just carry them away
Along with my tears
And my ability to pray
I wonder how far is heaven from here?
How many more heartaches
How many more tears
I wonder how far it is away
Because I have so many things that I wish to say
To all the people that I loved and I lost
I’m not even tripping
My heart paid the cost
The reaper rode the river in a bikers disguise
I’ll never forget the fear in my mother’s eyes
As he drug her under and then let her go
Through my four year old veins hate started to grow
My eyes were blind my ears were deaf
After that I forgot
There was anything left
Karma is like poker for it is bound to luck
When I was just a boy
God through me under the truck
Of all the things in life we feel
We are all bound to God’s will
Passion is a doorway between love and hate
God is the dealer in the game of fate
Our place is not to question why
For if we do our faith will die
The deeper we hate the deeper we love
I was gifted wisdom by the Lord above
Every gift comes at a price
A world of experience behind my advice
Every smile holds a lifetime of pain
Nothing that happens should happen in vein
It is our choice that which we do
Know in your heart these words are true
The harder we fall the further we climb
No ones life is totally sublime
Illusion after illusion will be offered to you
But only the living word is true
The living word that beats in your heart
Will keep you safe as the world falls apart
Through the pain of a boy watching his mother die
It’s never to late to kiss the sky
A man of faith who could never give up
Please come break my bread and share in my cup
By the time our journey is through
I’ll share all I am with you
Hopefully somewhere in my words you’ll see
---Untwisted is truly the way to be---
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2009
It must be hard
To carry it around
That load of hate
Weighing on your heart
A powder keg
Waiting to explode
You pretend it isn’t there
But now and again it shows
In what you say
In what you write
The sarcasm hidden under the sweet
The hate clothed in happy
For the discerning to see
It must be hard
To have it eat away at you
And not be able to voice
All those words
That are begging to be heard
Dying to hit the mark
And be set free
It must be hard to keep them locked away
For fear of criticism
Of “losing face”
They gnaw away at your being
Words begging for release
For those inferior
Made of fluff
Not up to par
Excuses of human beings
How hard it must be
How it must hurt to be civil
Pretend to be kind
Thinking others are blind
To the real motives behind
Ah…if only you’d realize
The only one hurting
The only one who is weak
To love takes strength
To forgive takes power
To rejoice with others takes integrity
The finer qualities
To hate is easy
To love near impossible
Hate would dissipate
If you took some time to realize
The person who irks you
Who just rubs you the wrong way
Maybe has been rubbed in molestation
Maybe has been struck down with abuse
Perhaps has been used
Feelings of inferiority
He has hidden baggage too
Behind his false bravado
A heart that is in pain
Much like you
His brokenness plain
Put away hate
It’s not too late
To look inside
The one you despise
A reflection of YOU!
Eileen M G
I leave you with two fantastic poems: William Blake (A Poison Tree) and Stephen Crane (The Heart).
I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine.
And he knew that it was mine,
And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
The hater suffers most (EG)
In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, "Is it good, friend?"
"It is bitter - bitter," he answered;
"But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart."
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014
Did I deceive or dissatisfy,
now you say you're feeling
disheartened, disenchanted, disconcerted,
dumbfounded, deeply disillusioned..
Do you miss me...
I'm confused, wondering if I actually do..
Do you love me... or hate to love me..
maybe love to hate me...
You hate me...
But, then you love me..
Do you know the difference?
I will never be,
that guy you want me to be..
I can't be him,
I am me, sorry that disappoints you..
Now the nights are lonely,
wondering, if, I can live,
Your opinion of me hurts,
the words you speak are like poison..
But, you carry on.. Leads me to think,
do you even know me?
Your emotions are like an elevator,
one minute to adore me....
then absolutely despise me....
Distance hurts and you can't control me...
Is love not, letting me be, who I am..
Instead of creating your perfect man...
A distorted image in your mind..
So, I guess, I failed..
But, I still whisper,
yet you don't listen...
Every time I sleep,
I'm lost in your thoughts...
Maybe, if you let me breathe,
I would not dehydrate and silence would be broken...
But, I guess there are so many maybe's..
so we remain in a place,
neither of us want to be....
14 February 2016
Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2016
Running through the forest like a deer,
Her head is swarmed with fear.
Laughing and taunting,
Sniggering and flaunting,
They snap and crack,
Pull and slap,
They hunt and kill,
With bigger bellies to fill,
For fun and indulge,
To eat and bulge,
She hides with care,
Tries not to stare,
If she peaks,
Her soul will become weak.
They smell and run like hell…
They drool and their head leaks,
They like to squeak and make you weak,
They cackle and tackle,
They sing like gravel and hackle,
These souls are yours,
For us they are cores,
They look for their queen,
The scary, powerful and mean,
She steps from her hiding place,
To be followed with a confused face,
She turns and pulls a pistol from her skirt,
With rage she fires and they fall to the dirt,
No more will she be followed,
No more will she be a pig in the wallow,
No more will she rule,
No more will she be the mule.
She once ruled the dark side on her throne and laughed…
Now she is free,
And is able to see,
She is who she wants to be…
But what she doesn’t know,
They won’t show,
They rose back up,
Pulled another cover up.
To bring her back to where she started at…
The queen who once ruled,
Now more powerful where she once stood,
She looks upon the past,
Then she turns to face the flask,
She steps towards the past to undo what cannot be done,
Forever more there will be no more fun.
The past denies her…
She curses, hits and has many fits,
Forever more she can never fill her bottomless pits,
She turns away from the portal,
Wishing she would have stayed mortal,
She looks at the stars with a tear in her eye,
she falls upon her knees and starts to cry wishing once she would die,
They stare in confusion,
Maybe this is their illusion,
She walked for days and hopes to go mad,
But she feels too sad and wants to kill all of her bad,
She returns to her throne,
With another smile to own,
Their she sits again upon her throne and she repeats this like a never ending... Tomb
Copyright © Valkryie Cain | Year Posted 2015
I look in your eyes
what do I see
A shell of myself
who I used to be
A minuscule fragment
of who I was before
When red carpet
stretched out across my floor
A day and time
Long before I became
I see an array of patches
from my many mistakes
My eyes tell a story
of painful heartaches
A veil across my skin
of wrinkles and cellulite
Shards from the past
when my future was bright
Bags under my eyes
from restless nights
Not dead, but a disgrace
I've become a blight
My once white teeth
Now a yellowish tint
Thanks to years of smoking
to relax and vent
I despise you
for what you reveal to me
You show me ugly
and how it feels to be
Unheeding of the causes
for my bruises and scars
You show only the top layer
worn and charred
You are so vain
with your spotless surface
Come to think of it
you really serve no purpose
You make people conceited
More often, depressed
It doesn't effect you at all
you feel no distress
You hold your head high
As if your invincible
No one dare break you
Superstition or principal
But I can see through
As clear as glass
You have no soul
Just useless mass
You're a thief of identities
Because you haven't, your own
No personality to claim
An ever changing clone
Not a person or a place
Just a thing
With nothing to give
Nothing to bring
There will come a day
You will shatter to pieces
Your frame will fall apart
At the perfectly painted creases
There will be no memorial
They will trash your remains
No one will miss you
A thing without a name
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2015
Look in the mirror
Look in the mirror
What do you see?
Masked men staring back at me
What do you do when you look in the mirror?
Only to despise what you see
The pain you caused the everlasting memories
Do you see what you've done?
Can you live with what you caused?
Go now down your distant path
Your unworthy happiness will never last
These are things the Masked Men Cause
Who’s to say your right or wrong?
Misguided emotions lead you down this path
Masked Men mistakes will surly last
Go now the time has come
No more chances the Masked Men are done
Turn away and feel the pain
The lonely walk to enter slumber
The Masked Men Smile with pleasures unknown
Another one down
A broken spirit lost
Close your eyes and take his hand
Let the Masked Men take you away
By: Tim Lundmark
Copyright © Tim Lundmark | Year Posted 2014
Aloft in the steam, they look like Eagles.
Perched now on the edge of the bowl,
proud courtesies peck the kind and meek
with true meanings and Premier trophies.
Unprecedented vanity creates illusion
with self appointed monarchs.
Court jesters perform a merry dance
Draws the gaze towards the stage,
demands the ‘groundlings’ awe.
Under their script, the knees bend
as truth is removed by deleted scenes.
Kings and queens laugh sadistically
offering a standing ovation, but
festivities are interrupted abruptly,
as valiant knights rebel against oppression.
Disrobed, their crowns become
spears through the sternum’s shield,
impales hearts that only bleed
weak fallacies and pretentious devices.
As their guise becomes clear,
anemic vultures are revealed.
Perched upon a bowl of blood,
anticipating their next persecution.
A collaboration with Silent One
Inspired by the Globe Theatre
Copyright © rob carmack | Year Posted 2016
This hurts too much,
Even though at times
Its the best thing ever.
However, the pain I feel right now
Is destroying all that I am.
I feel worthless and dumb.
Vunerable and used.
I also feel loved and special.
Beautiful and wanted.
These feeling are so extreme in every which way possible.
I love how I feel when with you
I hate how I feel guilty when we part
I love looking in your eyes
I hate when mine cry
Your fingers along my face also touches her
Those lips that drive me crazy
Are sleeping against her neck tonight
I love who I am around you
I hate what I have turned into
I love the way you make me feel
I hate that she must feel that as well
No matter how good it feels
This pain is too much to bear
I love you
I truely truely do
But the hurt is not worth
The random few moments of bliss.
Goodbye, my love-hate lover
This is a letter/poem I wrote for someone special. But it moves me so much every time i
read it, I thought maybe someone else would enjoy reading it as well. 'To write is to share
with the world, how we all feel but never speak of' Lisa
Copyright © Lisa Green | Year Posted 2009
Upon the wind feasted hillside
The jagged edges of used rocks swell
With the fatless skin of babes and wenches
Below a field of blood, no less a Flanders Field
A continuous swell of rape roll like waves
In the pallid squalor of leaking huts wooden tales tell
The scars ironed in the backs and inner thighs
The voices crying with no listening ear
Blood shines bright in moon's glow sons birth upon the fields
For eons it seems men stack rape like barley and wheat
Small ones soft ones and inexperienced virgins too
Daughters bled away dignity men their respect
Born work and ravished in the fields
Where is their medal of bravery
Today the summer sun washes over the fields
Each ray eclipses the dark memories of sin
As the sons and daughters rise
This poem was written for Joann Grisetti's Copycat contest through inspiration of Debbie Guzzi's The Sowing, one of the Greatest writers here on the Soup
Copyright © Joy Wellington | Year Posted 2013
Love all hate none
is a common saying
I too fell prey to it
And Fell in love ....
My love worked well
As long as there was sunshine
It vanished as the night approached
my shadow was no more with me
Love was gone
At least for a day
Can love be so intermittent?
How could love change faces so soon?
Is it really love
Or just a mirage?
Copyright © mazhar butt | Year Posted 2015
My soul pounds with rage.
This heart has been scorched,
by your burning words.
My soul gasps for light
By your hands of pain.
I bare the mark of shame.
Your touch has maimed my body.
My mind drowned out my screams.
Blow by blow,
Shamed so low.
Never did you know how,
Your hands of pain marked me.
Copyright © Gypsyof Essence | Year Posted 2013
All relationships in a cloud
Ones and zeros are your friends
Cackling static voices in white silence
Useless platitudes filter out
Your permanent depression
With temporary chemicals
Dulling the dread in your brain
Abandoned by the physical
To touch someone is too real
So smile and watch your photographs
of your white silent lives
Static cannot scream
and it cannot bleed
So wrap yourself in your comfortable white static lie
Expressing your emotion
Is cold and lifeless
Artificial artifacts of your life imprinted with communal approval
Show your smiles with drinks in hand
Hide your screams behind your eyes
With our white static silent voices
We hide ourselves from our lives
Copyright © Natalie Barber | Year Posted 2014
I hate your touch and your smile.
Wicked little creature.
I hate your blue eyes and brown hair.
Sinful hate filled liar.
I hate your voice and your scent.
I hate you everything you do for what you did.
But we loved and touched, smiled, talked and connected physically.
You lied about our moments spend,
you can't look me in the eyes.
You lead me on and stole my youth,
but don't have the nerve to speak to me now.
I hate your beauty and your thievery;
but loved the way you made me fill.
I hate that you now do the same to another girl;
your lies blind her.
I hate the diseases you carry;
love the infection you gave.
I love you and can't let go,
hate because I’m smarter than this.
I hate this poem because I think of you with every word...
Your eyes, your smile, your hair, your skin, and your kiss.
Most of all...
I love you for the time we had.
I hate you because you don't want me now.
Copyright © emily humphreys | Year Posted 2009
If you don't want me,
Then quit wasting your time,
I'm not your plaything,
Better yet, quit wasting mine.
I hate the way you make me feel,
I hate the way you make this so real,
Why can't we just live in a fairy tale.
Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2012
David, you mean the very world to me and more
Can you forgive me?
You brighten my days when I am low and dead
And you listen—you always are there to listen
Bearing all things, you let me cry on your shoulder
You comforted me when I was scared to death
Of the demons…always watching…you were there
Watching over me, scaring them away from me
You save me by being alive and who you are, David
Without you, I would fall apart and shrivel into shame
Because there are few that listen—few that listen
You draw the poisons of my pain clear out
And you let them sink into your own skin
You swallowed my poison instead of spitting it out
I let you drown, David—forgive me…I let you drown
I’m selfish and rude, and I always ignore you
And for ever doing that, I hate myself
Seeing you in your last moments…woke me up
I’ve been a selfish bastard and I hate me
For never giving you enough love
David you are everything to us all and more
Do you hear me?
You are so uplifting to all of those around you
You are selfless—so incredibly selfless
And in the silence you lifted me high with praise
Because I knew you would always be the one to give it
Never was there a day that you didn’t believe in me
Even when in darkness have I buried you in all matters of sin
Your light blinds the demonic rust...your light always shining
Never leaving me in the dust but never expecting the same back
And I never saved you! From all the loneliness
I never thought of you! I was so selfish
I will never let you go again—I will fight for your glory
You are amazing in every way
Far braver and brighter than I have ever dreamed to be
I let you down this time, David…I cried for your life
But now I ask for your forgiveness
Seeing you being taken away…crushed me to the marrow
I’ve never hated myself more than tonight
But I will never, ever say goodbye
*for my little brother, David William Breidenthal - I would love for you guys to read some of his poetry. He is a brilliant kid. And he’s been having some tough times. Thanks. *
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2012
One day, you'll be dead to me
My life is a hazard to everyone
My desperate detestation for you
The way you are
What you do
How you breath
My hatred for you is an endless pit
Of Hell and dark memories
The heart inside my weeping chest
is sewn in grotesque shades of purple
and its all your fault
You're a beautiful creature
of misery and despair
the painful tears you shed
slowly pull up the corners of my lying mouth
to my sweet, innocent ears
I want your head on a stake
bloodied scissors in your chest
your blood in a jar
You disgust me
the twinkle in your eyes is a knife to my neck
soon to be turned on you
cutting out every bleeding piece
of your perfect soul
One day you'll be nothing more
then a crying, screaming memory
a haunting melody that plagues my sorry heart
My love for you is a complete lie.
Copyright © Jessie Rae | Year Posted 2015