THE BITTER BITTEN PITH
SOON DRIPS FROM BITTER LIPS
THE BITTEN BITTER WIND
SOON SINKS THE BITTEN SHIPS
Malice of mine foes
Is a test 'gainst mine woes
For bloody bitterness,
With a bite of want and envy, may
Slight the sights to see the pitiful end of me
Even yonder beyond the dark and desolate sea
Fore'er beneath the eyes of mine enemies
I fear they may see how e'er much my fears
Rain O'hail and tear at my inner peace
I fear they may pick me apart
Before I can play the part they expect of me
THE SHADOW OF SPITE
You smile at me with eyes of
stone,
And leave me standing all alone.
You twist the truth to play your
game,
And try to ruin my good name.
I see the trap you want to set,
But I will break your heavy net.
You watch my life and wish for
tears,
To feed your own dark, hidden
fears.
You fake a smile but hide a
knife,
To bring hard times into my life.
You thrive on pain and love to
fight,
And block out my my happy light.
But I will stand and face your
test,
And give myself some peace
and rest.
Your cruel words will start to
fade,
And ruin all the plans you made.
I'll step away and shut the door,
So you can't hurt me anymore.
You make my head sway, my eyes not blink looking amongst the sea of people you walk in- As I pretend to go for a drink.
But we are distant. Seasons have passed, flowers bloomed and died so fast and I’m happy when I’m away from you. But the season of unknown makes me physically sick to the only and bare sight of you.
You choose to be this way. Then why don’t I get to choose to be careless of you looking away? To stop the sway. Let it all go. Why do you still control how I feel?, even when you don’t know. The way I feel- For something so long gone that maybe it was never even real.
You managed to crush my healed heart with just silence. And I wonder how much longer I’ll live with its violence. The guilt of hurting you is hurting me too, for not seeing all the things you did and what you indirectly put me through. Left me in torment and despair, to drown, not swim, not sway, to perish away.
All I wanted was for us to remain friends, I’ve been vulnerable and honest- and I think ,so far, it was my biggest regret -for never have I felt more humiliated in an August sunset.
All year long it's iced coffee season,
in that hot tub or during a blizzard.
Filled to the brim bare bones bitter,
invigorated I am FINALLY awake.
You don't want to see me without it.
The temperature matches my mood,
hard and cold and utterly relentless.
Caffeine won't ever be the side piece.
Hot air never did too much for me.
I'll let warmth dissipate into action,
snowflakes make a strong brew swirl.
Caught up in the art of the freezing,
during the heat of an atomic summer
that drop dead shiver fires you up.
Twenty below or during a heatwave,
Iced coffee season is all year long.
"Verses in the Ash,"
is where my soul was born.
Where hot coals singed me,
as ashes covered my tiny body.
My soul was,
"Trapped in Your Pulse."
This body has me trapped,
as a helpless baby.
"I am the asylum of your ache,"
in time as it goes by so slowly.
"I taste your truth,"
the truth of life is bitter.
"Where orchids dream,"
is a place I wish I could live.
A place away from the hot ash and pain,
in a place of beauty with pretty orchids.
My tears are all I’m worth,
All my worth must be my service,
While the pain I feel must be “love”
So many warnings my heart screamed at me,
But my head kept demanding me to agree,
To “feel better”,
But I’m no better since day one,
The day my first ex manipulated me,
Looking back,
She never knew me,
Nothing more then “loving” Tohru,
Nothing more the a joyous boy,
What id give to feel better,
To take back all my time,
All those “I love you”
I meant every last one too…,
But like my painful mantras,
“I’d never see the light of truth”
That feeling of comfort to far from me,
My worth just isn’t enough for human decency.
-Kitsuko Dragonstar
'Bitter beggar woman'- that's your version of who I am?
I who nurture your children a decade, almost a score
Contorting my body to an unwanted twenty pounds more,
Cursing my fate for the diligent years of labour.
Looking back now with nothing left to savour
While you hang out with the guys, recreating your youth
While you salivate over the neighbour
in her long-legged stiletto shoes,
While you ‘make love' to me --
infrequently and out of duty --
am I not entitled to an ounce of your charity?
If I am a bitter beggar woman,
have you not seen me beg for your time?
I have no pension or bounties for my golden years;
All I have are my still-fresh tears.
I beg to be free
But freedom isn't even mine.
I am married- a curse I must bear
Like a crown of thorns on my head, my fate I wear.
There is no place left to hide.
I must embrace the void.
"Age is only a number. Think young, stay young, enjoy life and be thankful. Words I live by." By Poet...
Now come,
let's learn from wisdom.
Sunsets are the doorway to the moon,
ending the day with bright colors.
Memories are made as the moon turns full,
shining down with love.
Wisdom is how we learn,
from the good and bad,
sometimes making us bitter.
Life is short,
so throw the bad and bitter out like cold bath water.
Always remember age is only a number,
fifty is half a century but so what?
I say "Happy Birthday" to the new half century,
Hooray!!!
How sad do you think I truly felt,
When the rock struck her head?
She tumbled right over the cliff’s edge,
After all the blood we'd shed.
She broke my nose, she cracked my skull,
While playing the "best friend" part
All because I found a love
That she lacked in her own heart.
Such relief, isn't it?
Of this limp sail, a calm bay's
The rough-blown sea
So flustered, as to express
A cursed bitterness
Its pale drooped faced replica
Comes into view.
Life's own whirl to sink upset
What as wretched had met.
Eyes that feel like bullets through me
Bloodshot, guilty
My skin is splattered crimson
Does it remind you of home?
I think i knew you then
Running around the cul de sac
You’d climb the trees, too tall for me
I sure can’t reach you now, where have you gone?
I remember the last time i saw you
Your daddy gave you a mean kiss
Right to the cheek, purple and tender
That faraway look haunts me now, forever.
I’ve forgotten your voice
You’re the only one with it
You don’t answer my collect calls
If you go home, will you remember me?
That cell turned you cold
In there for life, the judge said plaintively
Until death does you part
From the mess you’ve made.
my friends know i don’t mean when i wave it off and say that i’m just tired
it’s not like i got any sleep, but that’s not the reason i’ve been bitter
they always knew me to be sweeter
it’s been almost four weeks since you last called,
at 9:47, i even memorized the time
do you remember it the same way that i do?
does your mind keep replaying it for you too?
it stings because i know that i could never picture anything past you and i
not like i even bothered trying,
i didn’t, that’s why i’m barely getting past this
do you remember me like i do you?
do you cry before going to bed too?
feels like i’m talking to a stranger, but i memorized your flavor
i know you cry with movies and babysit for your neighbor
do you tell her that you love her voice?
does she believe you like i did three weeks ago?
my friends know that you’re the reason why i’m tired, you keep me up all night,
you consume me without even trying
how is it possible that you could just survive me?
instead of sleeping i toss and turn at night and my friends have started thinking it’s your fault
yeah, they know that i’ve been bitter
they always thought that i was sweeter
Mornings bitter cold causes my limbs to feel like tree trunks
243.
Prayer When Bitter
Oh Father God, I am bitter
My soul is hot like fever
Everything is getting critical
Let me overcome this upheaval
Oh Jesus Christ, I feel bitter
My heart is torn asunder
Deep pain I have inside
Let me set this wound aside
Oh Holy Spirit, I think bitter
My mind is becoming crazier
A lot of trouble it carries
Let me end those worries.
-01/15/2014
(Dumarao)
*My Prayer Poems Collection
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