satan hates all those that serve him..If
They have not realised such? then they
Are really of it, most deserving."
Why Johnny hates great poetry
It makes him look deep
inside himself where
there's nothing
to see
and
he's
never
cried
before
My body hates you
Holding me near enough to your heartbeat
Tucking my hair behind my ear so I can hear your broken voice talk me through the war of your battlefield
Through unmercifully intimate actions you drew me in
Until you decided it was your turn to be cruel, like everyone had been to you
Before so forgirveful as grace followed you
Now written with dirty scars and the ongoing pain of the broken promises behind your eyes
With each stolen glance, follows a gulp of guilt.
Years of regret are to come, both of us know.
At least one of us fought.
My body hates you.
No longer repulsed by your lack of love or care
But instead purely emptied as you walk by
I forget myself sometimes, when I feel my arms reach for you
Hoping you’d catch them once more, carry me away from all the troubles that would soon catch up to us
It’s a longing feeling.
My body hates you but my arms forget
158.
My Country Hates Me
Once I called myself “Illuminati”
Of the god attendant “Annunaki”
Whence I said “stupid majority”
To the fellowmen of my country
For once I considered me a decoy
Of someone high who can employ
A major disturbance against PNoy
Just like playing cards for toy
Ungrateful, unthankful – they labeled me
Parables laden to rebuke discreetly
As the said majority surrounds me
Drained I all of temerity
Mine – four months of transgression
Theirs – eighteen months of retribution
Forlorn me to concise perdition
Hear my call of reconciliation!
Now this moment of abeyance & disconnectivity
I can feel how my country hates me
Watching the extent of my stupidity
Eat & sleep idly to eternity?!
-07/07/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Dark Poems Collection
-07/18/2012
(Dumarao)
*My Dark Poems Collection
You seem to have a nicer Room—
Than I—have, in the Sky—
Yours—has Curtains made of Lies—
And mine—of Memory—
The House—you call it—Sanctuary—
Was built—of borrowed Tears—
I mortgaged—Heaven’s smallest Grace—
To pay—through haunted Years—
My Sister—slept where Love had lain—
The Sheets—still warm with Trust—
And I—a Stranger—to my Name—
Slept—in the Street—with Dust—
My Daughter—turned her Face away—
Her Silence—like a Bell—
Rings—every Night—in rooms I’ve lost—
And tolls—what Words can’t tell—
Forgiveness—is a fickle Guest—
That never—answers—twice—
It knocks—upon the wronged Man’s Door—
Then—passes—into Ice—
Haughty eyes,
A lying tongue,
Hands that shed innocent blood.
A heart that devises wicked schemes,
A mind that pursues wicked dreams
A false witness who pours out lies
And any man who stirs up strife.
Mummy says you don’t deserve living,
She says you are wicked,
She says you don’t anything good,
She has never said good about you,
She spits fire as far as you are concerned,
She you burden
She says the day she met you,
She wasted her life,
She spread doom on herself,
She says that after if all,
You ran away.
She says that she is trying to forget you,
But it is hard,
Because you introduced to the world of adults,
Don’t bother to say sorry,
Because mere seeing you makes her curse the day.
Please let her press her wounds,
Let her caress her wounds,
To heal,
Don’t add salt to her wounds,
Mummy Calls You Burden.
I adopted a cat around Thanksgiving
He was the sweetest thing in the beginning
To my surprise
He’s in disguise
With The Joker kitty I am now living
This balmy yuletide season Milo despised
My silver tinseled Christmas tree he demised
Never expressing gratitude
A clawing catty attitude
Yet a contented kitty I have surmised
My endeavour to change the weather is something i can never.
My dog needs to pee, really needs a wee,looks at the rain n stares at me.
I hope she understands that it's out of my hands. The weather is something I cannot command.
Sorry Daisy. X
I am not complaining.
Not that you would hear me
Even if I did.
But;
My father hates me.
I am not a story teller,
And I am no poet.
You can be sure of what I tell you.
Passionately,
My father hates me.
One winter night he burned my blanket
With the stub of his cigar.
He was not remorseful.
Because,
My father hates me.
One Christmas he gifted me a calendar of the previous year
Because he thought it had beautiful flowers.
To this day I appreciate it.
But it changes not that
My father hates me.
One day when I turned eighteen
He thought I was old enough
So he chased me from home.
What father?
My father hates me.
Regardless,
He says his love for me is beyond words.
I know he could take a bullet for me.
But,
My father hates me.
#StvnyPoetry
Let the people vote for our leader
show Liz Truss we do not need her
a position of power growing weaker
can you dream if you’re not a believer
What if the people have lost confidence
and don’t want the Tories dictating events
we don’t want leaders who lack any sense
everyone now has to watch every pence
Tax breaks for the wealthy who wouldn’t notice more
that makes you self serving with not a care for the poor
serving more instability making us insecure
out of touch with a public who want to show you the door
It’s the Bank of England against political fakes
taking power for granted not realising the stakes
since the first day in power you’ve been making mistakes
we’ve got a Prime Minister that everyone of us hates
Killing dreams
Killing Queens
mad as it seems
Get out we screams
My stove is being really mean
I am really tryna clean
Behind the knobs and in between
Getting rid of the dirt I've seen
But the knobs are stuck on tight
I have tried with all my might
To get them off but there they stay
Because they are made that way
I've tried knives toothpicks and tools
Struggling just like a fool
So my stove doesn't look sick
Please someone tell me the trick
Pet hates we all have them
Those little things that people do
That really annoy and irritate us
To others it maybe nothing…. but not to you!
Let me start with one of mine
I have many so no need to think:
When people after washing dishes
Leave the bits of food in the sink!
Another for me and you may agree:
Is the loud chewing noises made
When others eat with their mouth open
It drive me insane I have to say !
So please feel free to share
The pet hates that you possess
Something that really bothers you
Or causes you irritation or stress…..!
Poindexter sat and stared at the new fellow with the sneaky eyes
He hated him, plotting this creepy guy’s downfall and demise.
It was a contest of wills, and they were both winning.
Poindexter was irritated; this jerk looked full of sinning.
Why sit there all day? Miss Tutters asked him, once and again.
This opponent looked tough, and Poindexter always liked to win.
Go play!.There’s your mousey and favorite catnip ball.
He decided to get it over for once and all.
He backed up and wiggled his ass good, but then realized.
Interloper was mimicking his every move, to his horrified surprise!
Tutters began to titter, as they both leaped through the air and hit.
Bang! His nose felt like it had been smashed more than a bit.
What kind of sorcery is this? He demanded. Tutters began to titter
She had to leave him at home that night, so she paid for a cat sitter.
Sitter watched him do the same thing and laughed until she cried.
Poindexter knew he would never like this cat who was sneaky-eyed.
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