With a fist full of daggers it descends upon its prey
Dropping like a meteor without the light of day
But no rocky harbinger, this bearer of last light
It's gift eternal night borne on the softest wing of flight
Envy, and wonder, consume the pondering breast
Was it oversight or blunder that left us so unblest
Since the point where first we leapt, we long have sought the wing
Yet clumsy sad contrivance is all that we can bring
'sif chitin brought to shiny curve, could match the kite its wing
Still our eyes reach skyward, as if prince had been king
Our reach forever past our grasp… we're left to pine and sing
Oh we can bring the night to those we deem worthy of rest
But soaring on the breath of life is not how we've been blest
But rest assured in this one thing we share with those of wing
Squawk, or screetch, or melody, we too, can laugh and sing
Breathe deep as though it be your last, and fill your soul with song
Then let fly with the breath of life… sing loudly, if not long
Untamed, wild they rise
flowers don't beg for kindness—
roots break through the stone
their petals flare, loud colors
lure bees to their greedy feast
weeds at heart they sprawl
never pleading for a hand—
only to be seen
their fragrance a ruthless lure
their beauty a cunning snare
perhaps I was born
to beg for love that I missed—
waiting in the aisles
clamouring for attention
while flowers thrive without pleas
I reach out for care,
while the ivy climbs the wall
not asking for help—
I reach out with tendril claws
but my quest is not fulfilled
where are my flowers—
gone to be weeds every one
petals fall like ash—
only weeds endure the light
feeding on what love forgets
It enters like an old friend
Too familiar to knock
Slipping in quietly
When joy is about to speak.
It frowns at others’ laughter
Shudders at joined hands
Sours even the sweetest moments
Like a worm in ripe fruit.
A plague, it spreads
Changing faces and shifting names
Hard to name and harder to cure
It hides behind our smiles.
It festers and grows into hate
A hollow in the heart we feed
Not with love but with longing
To be anything but ourselves.
Envy is the devil in disguise
Polite and persuasive
The root of quiet wars
And loud silences in the soul.
Envy by Adejola Joseph
Envy
Sores of a leper
Injury of a bigot
Pollution of a fanatic
Sadness of a sadist
Sorrows of a misogynist
Conspiracy of a traitor
Envy
Envy is murderous
An envious person can destroy or damage anything good
Envy
Envy is a sword in the heart
Piercing the body and the soul
Envy
Never be envious no matter what
Because envy will push you to the desert where there is no water
Envy.
Oh lovely lady of ivory hair
How your pale skin shimmers in the day
How your hazel eyes compliment your smile
With teeth as white as pearls
And lips of a blushing rose
Your walk as even as a calm stream
And your voice as sweet as honey
Such a shame for a soulless shell
She holds such an untrue beauty
Her eyes as empty as a soulless corpse
Her smile holds only a wicked happiness
Her lips shoot cold truth only to disturb
Her walk has no elegance but holds only pride
She lets her hair display her envy
Dyed red with rage of rejection
Her pale skin shattered with broken innocents
If you see this broken woman wandering near
Do not ward her away
I fear she may collapse where she stands
Like a branch under unbearing pressure
Of being alone and unloved
Their blood was the poison that would kill them
Their presence blinding
That's why they hate them
They come too close and try to touch them
But they didn't know that we are the sun
That trying to block out the sun
Would become their biggest problem
Actions have consequences
And we were their karma
The one thing they can't have our colour
Their envy would be their downfall
The sun feeds the earth its energy
So when you take it away, you better hope it has empathy
Or maybe we should take a leaf out of your book and show no mercy
Revenge is a dish best served with a side of justice
If you haven't realised yet we are the sun
We will burn of your skin until your flesh and bone
And drown you in a pool of your blood
So that you understood
That we all bleed red and to dismantle your victimhood
And now we watch you struggle in a prison of your own blood
When grief became a shadow
It felt as if nothing else mattered
Like a sudden darkness
Raining down upon us
Like sucking the light from our eyes
Like a wound opened multiple times
It follows you like a stalker
Creepily walking behind you
Keeping an eye on your every moment
And when you think you outsmarted it
When you take a deep breath and treasure the moment
It strikes when you are most vulnerable
Stealing your breath
While watching you struggle
The weight of what could've been haunts you
Wishing you didn't give in to the world's cruelty
Whishing you could travel back to the moment
When the world taught you, your skin was a problem
Telling the broken you
You love them
When the world forces you to carry perfection
Whilst teaching white children that their skin equates to perfection
Wishing the world could see
How damaging trauma can be
When you make black kids believe
That they are a crime against humanity
Carrying it to their teens
And through adulthood
believing
A world harbouring their envy
When in reality
It's us They want to be
two thousand grape clusters
ripened in my vineyard
all are green
Parity e y e s, potency f l i p s!
String bean was asked about his lips,
Stretched out for drink of cool water.
The desert wind, so hot, brought her -
“Long Tall Sally,” with spikes of glass;
With blue skies, standing in the grass.
He strums the strings of Summer sun.
Short rays of envy track the fun.
to rbs
dear friend
glad getting
some time relax
got me thinking
burden life facts
water and wind
sand and ocean
walks and swims
sends away all tension
except maybe mention
envy needs intervention
Peters rage never wavering even within the night sweats as cancer ripped through his tiny frail body he still imagines what his brother has if he could just grab his brothers lovers to covenant then perhaps he’d gain just a little more life he craved the smile his brother wore he craved the notion of just taking his brothers life shattering his brothers heart into would grant him at least a pretend love Peter has his own family but craved his brothers life until Peters rage grew heavy and constant the pain became unbearable unimaginable but Peter still craved his brothers life destroying his happiness proclaimed he could just become his brother that he could laugh heartily his heart grew cold and hardened until no love could ever enter again he died of a broken heart severe pain remembered only by the deeds of his brother not his own as he became his older brother in death
she shows her battle scars and all i feel is numbness,
he flaunts his maidens and i overlook the dumbness.
she cries woes of heartbreak and i cannot feel pity,
he weeps waterfalls of failure and i fake some integrity.
she hurts me the most when she berates her busy nature,
he wounds me the deepest when he complains of his drained stature
for when all you've lived is a life of monotony
you start wishing suddenly for a lobotomy.
It’s shameful, the way I clutch.
Like a child with a broken toy,
believing if I just hug it tight enough,
it’ll fix itself.
I know people aren’t possessions.
But tell that to the part of me
that has only known love as something
that gets taken
just when I start to believe it’s mine.
I rot with envy when he smiles at someone else—
not because they don’t deserve it,
but because I wish I was enough to keep the sun on me.
I feel foolish,
needy,
like a vine growing wild,
twisting too tightly around something
never meant to hold me.
This isn’t love, maybe.
This is fear in a dress made of want.
This is heartbreak rehearsing hope
because that’s all I’ve ever been taught:
to perform,
to plead,
to be left.
And still,
I stay—
because when he speaks,
it feels like the walls remember my name.
Because being near him
hurts less than being without him.
I know I am wrong,
but I am honest.
And maybe that’s something.
male koel sings
love phrase seeps grove
crow sighs at mate
I don't understand it
And I never understood it
How vehement disdain can beat in the chest
And how vitriol can dance in the mind with unrest
The cold, blank stares that quickly turn to a fake smile when I turn and our eyes meet
Too late, that crooked smile can't disguise the dark, desolate eyes that bitterly speak
Yes. They speak to me in ways I can no longer ignore
Their frigidity penetrates my warm heart; my heart feels, so it knows how they abhor
Why? But how could this be the reality?
When I thought we were loving friends and family
Fantasy, what a painful fantasy to live
And all because love is what I wanted to receive and give
I never understood it
And never will I understand it
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