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Toxic Hate

Cold and withered my heart mildly beats,
As my mind plays my past in short repeats.
Withdrawn and rejected, I feel so low,
The world doesn’t stop repeating its blow.

I look out the window and feel the wind brush my cheeks,
Even when I want to let go; my past stalks me through years, months and weeks.
People have a tendency to hurt others bad,
They don’t even care if it makes the recipient sad.

Their hatred for others burns so strong,
They look past everything; the right and the wrong.
They use their slashing tongues and their violent lips,
Yes, their words hit me hard and slash through like treacherous whips.

I fight back with all my might,
My words spewed to kill them on sight.
A verbal war; an ugly battlefield,
Except for hatred nothing else will it ever yield.

My own words shock me out of this miserable trance,
I realize I want to stop this off-beat dance.
But when I turn to let go and run,
Hatred arms hold me close preventing me to stop the “fun”.

And when it stops and everything settles down,
With no one atop a throne, or wearing his royalty in a crown
Why can’t people choose for peace, to find?
A verbal war leaves a putrid atmosphere behind.

I could cry, I could repent,
I could spend a million years and never know what it meant.
Hatred is such a far-cry from peace,
Its toxic fumes can envelope you and you might never know life’s true bliss.

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Just a Wish

I wish you could see,
My illustration of peace,
I wish you could feel,
The emptiness in this sham bliss.

I wish you were here,
When I needed you the most,
I wish you could see,
The real me, not a living Ghost.

I wish I could rely,
To fall in your embrace,
I wish you’d stay,
Not leave without a trace.

I wish you could feel,
The broken strings of my heart,
I wish you could heal,
Without stabbing me with a dart.

I wish you could touch,
Feel the scars etched across my soul,
I wish you would stick,
And put me back as a whole.

I wish you were real,
But you are just a dream,
A distant, far-fetched desire,
A light, which might never gleam.

And even if you were here,
And your love might’ve been real,
I would’ve been fighting my own self,
Begging myself not to feel.

Because loving makes you vulnerable,
Because loving fills you up with hope,
And with all these sudden changes,
How can you just calmly cope?

Hence I wish,
I just wish you were here,
I wish you would feel,
I wish you would care,
I wish you would see,
I wish you would just be there.

Oh, how I wish!
How I wish you were here.

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Mirror, Mirror

Dead and bleary eyes stare back at me,
A haunted face, with demons running wild with glee;
The remnants of tears trail a path to the neck,
A ghost of a smile plays on the lips, clearly it was fake.

Unkempt hair clung to her face,
Life had thrown her down a cliff, before she had had a moment to brace.
She rubs her face with her hands, letting out a huge sigh,
How can everything stark, at once, turn out to be an enormous lie?

Anger glitters in her eyes and she clenches her jaw,
Emotions grating her, from confused to painful and raw;
How could life be so unfair? Why isn’t there any peace?
Its darkness seduces away with its poisonous kiss.

She looks at me betrayed, tormented and scared,
My hands touch cool glass as I take her in, emotions bared,
Vulnerability shines through her, like a diamond under the sun,
It breaks my patience and I let my fist fly, believe me it was no fun.


Broken glass and bloodied knuckles fills my view,
Shattered shards, bloody pain, life what else is new?
 Tell me life how you gather pleasure, from others’ pain?
Without any conscience or self-refrain;

Like The Devil stealing someone’s soul,
You slash people to pieces, so they’ll never again be whole.
I’ll fight though, that’s all what I’ve been doing,
I don’t know how treacherous it’ll get, but life? You’ll never be my undoing.

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Murder

It was dark. So dark you could barely see,
And I was there, under the sky, and I was so free.
It was a moonless night,
And the wind blew with fierce might.
The flickering diamonds illuminated the sky,
I wondered how far they are, and so high.
With my heart throbbing against my chest I see,
See the chaos of the world simmer down and you standing in front of me.

'Why have you come?' I ask but you don't reply,
You took everything away from me and I don't understand why.
Does robbing someone of their peace give you happiness?
It isn't a noble work you know? Just a touch of nastiness.
Under the star studded night sky,I stood facing you off,
The wind makes me shiver and you sneer and scoff.
I take my time to observe your silhouette,
That's when I notice the knife. You've come to kill me and you won't even regret.

You start walking, making your way towards me,
I ponder over my dilemma; should I give in or flee?
I turn to run away and you catch me in your arms,
For a fleeting moment I recall the days I gave into your charms.
How you used to hold my hand, how you used to seize my lips,
Now you touch to wound me. Oh! Your failed hands, your bloody finger tips.
You press me close and put the metal through my heart,
Like a shadow you came and like a shadow will I depart?

You cut me open and took my heart and held it in your hand,
Now I know what my worth was. Now I know where I stand.
You took my heart, you left me to bleed,
You left me to die, insipid.
And as you part without a second glance, 
My strength shatters and I crack out of my miserable trance.
Resting my head on the pillow full of gore,
My unbent faith intact no more.
I stare in lieu at the flickering lights in the sky,
Comprehending about the iniquity that may never die.

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How Do You Know

How do you know what you deserve?
How do you condign yourself so free?
How do you know where your treason lies?
How do you know thy true worth and thee?

How do you judge yourself unrestricted?
How do you define your deeds so clearly?
How do you know what right and wrong is?
Or is it the notions society taught you so dearly?

How do the people pay when you are mentally dying?
How do they respond to your gut-wrenching cries?
They'll always stand to judge you and me, 
Each and every time spewing bunches of lies.

A secret here, is not really one,
It's a bullet that can kill you,
That's why you trust so less with it,
Why not more? Why so few?

You're afraid, you are scared,
Of all the judgments they'll pass,
You don't want them to know your dark side,
Your trust in yourself is more fragile than glass.

You give priority to the ones,
Who've hurt you in your life.
Their taunts will never end,
While you bare your mind to their knife.

Ask yourself, what matters more,
Your felicity or their conclusion?
Ask yourself, how you want to live your life,
Live free or under a delusion?