I didn’t do that.
I didn’t mean to hurt you, you're too sensitive.
I apologized, you seem to have forgotten.
Apologize? Never.
Running your mouth, carefree.
Thinking you are perfect with no faults.
There’s more to life than just you.
Stop manipulating my emotions.
Why wound others with your words and actions? Does it make you feel special?
Why belittle others? Do you rest easier at night?
Why pretend to be friends then gossip about me? Does that boost your ego?
Do you see the monster in the mirror?
That monster you see is a narcissist.
Your words have power
They’re not just sounds they’re spells
You can cast them with malice
Or cast them wishing well
The consequences of hate
evident in one’s words
Is to mentally mutilate
To belittle to disturb
The ill will starts in the mind
Or perhaps a heart dark and blind
It affects perception, well being or health
When you are hateful to someone else
The tongue has no muscles
but can break hearts
It’s like a shuffle
between a fire starters spark
Black ideas or words of
Cruelty begin within
The aftermath can disturb
Cause fighting and other sins
Sometimes hate leads the way
To murder and mayhem days
A hostile environment where growth is stunted
Hate speech from some souls like water running
The consequences of hate
is fear and lawlessness
A sense of deep despair
in the hated from hatefulness
The cruelty of hate is toxic
Words and views are clues
Don’t act upon it let’s stop it
No one should be cruel
Monalisa is smiling there, mounted on the wall,
eternally to be understood and felt along
I saw many digital mimicry,of this, many carbon copies,
but never the original subtlety of a song
That never meant to belittle you, the one who works in a subway
to earn with six inches,or even a footlong
I never knew if facebook portal could allow her to rank the smiley
of our sibling photoshoot, fading for so long.
Many years flew by, to revere the painting, but never the original lifeline, to let down the trickling warmth,
rolling down, winning the gravity of a sunday and unsung.
Did I ever tell you, the sunlit sun has a way to reflect upon
The pupils of the bright eyes, my morning chant, and often one muse, lifelong?
whence con clues on, about intellectual depth and wrong!
Every rejection, a redirection
Don't be ashamed or let it tame you.
Don't let them change you,
If they won't accept who you are.
People don't value
What they can't control or own,
Just stay in your lane doing it your way.
Many only wanna partake
In your blessings not lessons
I hope you understand this!
Just be you as you are, do you
Always look forward
Don't be a coward
Let go of all that no longer serve or value your worth.
Master yourself
Know your mind, for it's the only limitation
Let no one belittle you
Leave wherever you're not welcomed.
Whenever you're rejected;
Give yourself selflove injection,
Steadily giving yourself self reliance.
My blade is sharper, so they claim.
And his hoe is blunt.
Each voice raised is struggling to rise above the noise,
eyeing for supremacy,
living to convince,
competing for dominance,
quarreling to belittle, demean, and degrade.
I found that armchair broken and fixed it.
The chicken you ate when you paid your dowry was mine.
So it goes.
But both are travelers.
Come harvest time, behind those bushes they will disappear.
No inheritance, pension, or gratuity—except what they sent forth.
Had we not wasted our time,
we would have been of paradise.
But we departed with enmity.
We are now roasted in grief.
My Dear Emmy,
I'm in deep Envy
Were you born to be infallible to
belittle me?
your art deco with shiny trophies,
the boy you got is exactly how I dreamt mine should be.
you're the superstar, posted up on my phone
My dear Emmy, you're Sweet, religious and so funny,
But Did it justify that my mother loving you more than me?
Oh,
I try , I try, I try
my best to repress it, I block these voices inside me,
But it's just how they could
cherish your existence and sighed down at mine???
oh
I cry, I cry, I cry
My dear Emmy, you looks like an angel when you worship,
all the hymns sings out along you,
whatever you do is incredible,
All the stars in my town shines for you,
All this is glorious
untill it overshadowed my pride my spirits
and it feels so tragic.
Standing beside you feels like
My Dear Emmy, you
got my heart bleeding blue
I don't wanna be you
I don't wanna be you
Too ethereal to be true,
I'm fine with my mess ,my chaos ,my
art,
An Anguish babe with Dreams, Magazines and Podcasts.
I don't wanna be you
I don't wanna be you
I don't wanna be you,
Too perfect to be to true.
A lot of life I’ve lived; in all these years
some attitudes and thoughts of mine have changed.
Here’s one example: I’ve got fewer fears,
but one thing mainly I have re-arranged.
I’ve switched around the way I used to feel
about possessions. Now that I’ve grown old,
It’s so much easier for me to deal
with quitting seeing things like they were gold.
I realize the many things that I’ve
been spending money on mean so little.
Simple joys are the real gold; I’m alive!
The many things my kids would belittle -
my records, knickknacks, clothes and lovely rings.
Time with family is much more worthwhile.
In the race for glory, endeavors misstep;
Ethics sink in quiet waters, so much at stake.
Each manuscript claiming to be novel and rare,
Questionable authenticity laid bare.
In the maze of journals and books,
Peer review marred; integrity shook.
Citations lose their poll;
Impact factor takes a toll.
Once held in high regard, research’s prophecy,
Now, metrics belittle its true legacy.
Is this the end of a genuine era we see,
Or the dawn of a calculated façade meant to be?
I wonder what that sparrow thinks of me,
As it flits so easily from branch to branch on tree,
While I’m stuck here earthbound, decried to strut all day.
A silly flightless biped with arms that only flap and flay.
Humans are naked beasts with clothes worn forlorn except at the beach.
Birds are ornately adorned in beautiful feathers, all over they reach.
Birds call and serenade each other with songs, chirps and trills,
With no need for endless verbiage and debate about bills and wills.
Birds thrill in joyous flocks soaring and swarming in formation,
While humans gather in angry crowds for fights in condemnation.
Somehow, I think that birds love to belittle and mock me,
For they're the ones, free to fly and frolic in fountains, carefree.
So pathetic is the word,
I would like to say aloud;
your silly and giggling laughter
bothers me, it's a true disaster!
No, forgetful sweety
nothing convinces me,
don't scatter clouds
when it's too sunny;
should I belittle words
that make clowns laugh
hard, it doesn't including me...
because it cuts me in half!
Don't hurry a conversation,
don't avoid physical contact
when feeling the urge;
I'm your closest friend,
don't sweeten my tongue
with tic-tac, I get upset!
Have a specific project,
trust can never end!
No, forgetful sweety...
betrayed hearts need empathy,
no, forgetful sweety...
pick up the broken pieces,
they can be put together easily;
gone are the bitter tears!
Don't touch me with frantic urge,
I may be tempted to purge
this restless guilt and act hysterically,
I won't waste kisses and feel terribly!
No, forgetful sweety: can rage
change this mind so suddenly?
I do not like sarcasm in humans
I believe it comes from a lack of self esteem
Trying to belittle and embarrass others
In anattempt to feel superior it would seem
Not a redeeming or kind quality
Saying goes ‘Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit’
I tend to think sarcastic humans suffer with constipation
Thus, they are full of sh.t!
I was wondering what a painting about one of my poems look like
Grimly gathering of gnarly letters
So take this one would it
slipperyness of eels in heels
Would my light one haze of neon faze
Would oil slick inks hint of tyres hanging cliff
Stuck between being and bee spell
Check one Czech too
slathering like squidwards tongue
Could you imagine if an artist paints your words
Would colour be redily available
Tones scared of the zones
ReaDy this inbRed distuRbEd if you
CaRED imploRed deRavED REaD
ErR closED follow the road
Penguins in trees with silk people sleeves
Peppered with sir and the gents
Belittle a little be
I mean we’re
would ewe start
I was wondering what a painting about one of my poems look like
Grimly gathering of gnarly letters
So take this one would it
slipperyness of eels in heels
Would my light one haze of neon faze
Would oil slick inks hint of tyres hanging cliff
Stuck between being and bee spell
Check one Czech too
slathering like squidwards tongue
Could you imagine if an artist paints your words
Would colour be redily available
Tones scared of the zones
ReaDy this inbRed distuRbEd if you
CaRED imploRed deRavED REaD
ErR closED follow the road
Penguins in trees with silk people sleeves
Peppered with sir and the gents
Belittle a little be
I mean we’re
would ewe start
You forgot my intonation, and my smile
What’s behind it, wasn’t of your concern
Maybe you did not appreciate my style
Knowing that I have a lot to learn
Out of sight, then out of mind and heart
Out of anything, that can remind of me
Now at last, you’re free and you depart
Leaving for a better company
Once reread my poems, and you’ll feel
They were kisses, that I changed for words
Which were wrapping paper for the real
Real faithfulness, but something was misheard
What am I to do now, have you thought
Never doubt my love, you said to me
You’re not alone, you say, of course I’m not
I belong to you, but you can’t see
You can’t tell a heart which way to go
You can’t fake true love, you only can
Cut it to one side, belittle my soul
Ditch the words of love you said back then.
This poem is not meant to offend anyone or belittle their beliefs. This is only my attempt at humor.
~Things I’ll Give Up for Lent~
Liver and onions,
Minced meat pie.
Drinking beer from a can,
Celebrating the 5th of July.
I’ll do away with Haggis,
Kiviak and Sheepshead Smalahoue.
Rocky Mountain Oysters,
Escargot and Fuhu.
Escamoles and fried Tarantula,
Jellied Moose and Airag.
Gaeng Kai Mot Daeng,
and baked polliwog.
Chocolate-covered bacon,
Candy corn or a root beer float
Goodbye Goober burgers,
and pickled ear of goat.
Koolickles, popsicles,
Hominy grits and Spam.
Frog’s eye salad and Turducken,
Tapioca and jellied Ham.
But on this Valentine's Day my dear,
know that there is one thing that's very true.
I'd rather give up my chance to go to Heaven,
then spend a single minute without you.
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