I always find myself
getting upset with little things,
whether it’s the way my best friend
acknowledges me like I am a burden,
or the way my boyfriend
can’t just be happy with one girl.
I’m always upset,
and I don’t know why I’m like this.
I’m a happy person,
at least to people’s knowledge,
but on the inside
I am angry.
Very, very angry.
I feel like a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
I can be happy,
but that’s only when I have a distraction,
like when my best friend does listen to me,
or when my boyfriend makes me feel
like the prettiest girl in the world.
Those are meant to be happy moments,
but somehow I find the negative in all of it.
Is she secretly judging me?
Why is he suddenly nice?
Is he cheating?
Why can’t I just enjoy something good
without wondering what’s wrong with it?
Why do I always have to find something
to be angry about?
I’m happy to people’s knowledge,
but on the inside,
I’m angry,
and sometimes I don’t even know
what I’m angry at.
When you love someone
And things don’t seem
As perfect as they used to
When you first met
When nagging doubts appear
For the first time and
Then again for the second
When do you say
When is Enough?
When you love someone
And the criticism starts
But said with a smile
On their face, but no warmth
Or they don’t like how
You wear your hair,
Or your clothes,
Or when lies start
When is the right time
To choose you?
The question remains
How many times do we hurt
How many times
Do we defend them
Before we decide
When is it enough……..
Crumb
li
ng
Beneath the deadweight of a broken dream.
Scared, I mean scarred enough to make the novocaine scream.
Fal
l
en
Are the feathers of an angel's wing,
Treated like an animal.
Another broken thing—
And I tied my cilice myself,
With the same hands that made a noose to reenact the times I almost drowned.
With every step I take, I raise a tiny hallelujah—
As the cilice bites my thighs and no one knows.
No one knows the paean I'm humming,
the red excoriation blooming under denim.
The way every barb kisses my skin like a lover
who doesn't ask for dinner first.
The cilice is my parish,
Every crimson bead is an unanswered prayer.
And here I genuflect before a god of pain,
Then come the vespers at the porcelain alter.
Pouring out scriptures written in acid,
While enacting kenosis as the holy water swirls away.
Absolution circles clockwise, Down a throat of porcelain. Somewhere beneath the floorboards Heaven has a drainage system.
And with a growl I say amen.
If this is salvation,
Why does it taste like violence?
~Kynsie~
I am …
a withered leaf -
the breath
of your indifference
tossing - like every other …
we sit on sand
shoulders pressed like
sinners
yet from the chill
not familiarity …
this place, once solemn -
once our vessel
has long since betrayed us
its moon
beams no magic
the breaks, sing not
tarnished doubloons rust
the wave tops
and the tree of love I
have wilted from
aches in vain to see
you look at me
the way you gaze
upon …
the sea.
~ POETRY AGAINST POVERTY ~
( photographic art created copyright-free by the author with Gemini AI / Meta AI software )
Nothing in this world is as beautiful as their laugh
Nor their smile
When it shines all the horrible things fade away
Leaving a brief moment of possibility
Leaving a short breath of relatability
Nothing in this world is as sweet as their happiness
Nor eyes
When they let it flow all the vile things slip away
Leaving a draught of peace
Leaving a small wish vulnerability
Nothing in this world burns as much as their soul
Nor their heart
When it breaks the world shudders and quakes
Leaving a lifetime of sorrow
Leaving the sickening thought of inevitability
Surrounded by my friends
But I still go home and start
Writing all alone in my room
Thoughts keep coming back to you
Each time I taste the liquor
All it does is sour my memories
I can’t see the good you brought me
Same with the others before you
I have to stop and look at myself
Is it a pattern, am I a bad person?
What’s wrong with me and the way I love
Maybe I don’t deserve it all
My therapist said I made progress
But I don’t quite see it.
Cause if I was the perfect man
I wouldn’t repeat all these mistakes again
I find it so hard to trust my heart
In anyone’s hands, maybe I’m the problem
But I still crave physical attention
Without having to go deeper
Where do I go from here?
Should I try again
Or lock myself in my shell
Maybe something fake is what I need
I’m trying to unlearn all the things
That hurt me and lead me to hurt others
So if it means to block off love
I’d do it until I know I’m worth loving
After you left
It was never the same
No one seemed to understand
That You Weren't Coming Back
I tried calling you
On the first day
You said
Nothing
You didn't pick up
I tried again
Still
Nothing
I began to realize that
You wouldn't
Ever
Answer
But I
Didn't
Give
Up
On your birthday,
I called
Waited
Cried for the rest of the day
On Christmas Eve,
I called
Waited
You don't have anyone else to be with
On Valentines Day,
I called
Waited
Sent you a box of chocolates
Three days later,
It came back
With your handwriting,
Return to Sender
I
Cry
and
Cry
Why
Did
You
Leave?
Turtles on the beach,
From burrows called by the moon,
Drawn to the sound of the sea.
Morning comes too soon.
Shadows of curved trapezoids,
Appear on the sand ahead.
Now they're caught between,
Never born and surely dead.
I'm struck by an unknown rush,
At ten years of age.
Golden laughter leads me to,
Put my feelings to the page.
Found after recess,
With everyone standing there,
Subjected to ridicule,
Love stings those who dare.
Who claims life or love is fair?
" Love Is, What Love Is "
They say love has no face,
Only regrets in the hearts
Of many who tried to purify
Their souls.
I've seen so many eyes burn
With the tears of those who've
Tried to tame love's fire.
I, too, fell victim to love,
Barely escaping its grasp.
The pain still settles deep within me;
I often wonder how long it will take
For the wounds of love to heal.
I believe love has many faces,
But its true identity will never be
Revealed.
—thestreetpoet08
Broken shards on her
Like a shattered sawblade
Stuck deep in her body
Deep enough to reach beyond
And hurt her "was, is and will be"
Yet she chooses the light reflected on her
Instead of her mutilated image
Glass on me , but-
Am I a sculpture in glass?
delicate to touch
Fractured just from the fragility
Or molten sand poured on skin
Like a bandaid
Covering my burned skin
Fragile or Masked
Wounded or not
I may never know
Cause my glass never allowed me
To see myself as a whole
Saw meets me
For its reflection to see
Shards may dig her flesh
But the beauty in flesh still clear
She hugs me-
It hurts to share the shards
Like spears impaling both of us
For once pain was not only hers
For once I had real glass to blame
I gathered the darkness into a collection
of small, trembling things,
waiting for the curtain to tear ...
...if I am your refrain, let my name burn -
cinder by cinder,
a tongue of smoke rising from the
brambly shrine of your mouth.
Thread me into the loop of your breath.
Let me be the phrase you repeat
until the rhythm carves through wood,
until the melody becomes a scar beneath your ribs -
a fire fed only by its own echo.
The twilight hangs like heavy silk.
I beseech the sun to undress the stars,
to pour its violent gold over the silver secret of our knees.
Let the cold, quiet myths we built in the dark
be stripped bare,
exposed,
undone by the glare of an unpitying dawn.
Show me what remains when the veil catches fire.
Leave nothing hidden -
neither the holy terror of being seen,
nor the ash of what is left after our song has burned out entirely.
I screamed until my throat tore -
"You're hurting me! Please, let me go!"
And you stood there, vacant,
gazing at me with a soft, baffled innocence.,
because you couldnt see the violence of your hands.
You wouldn't see it.
Instead, you looked down at my bleeding body,
shook your head in quiet disappointment,
and whispered,
"Look what you made me do."
"I do not want to kill you," you repeatedly pled,
to which I laughed, my wrists seeping red.
"Look at all you've done!
Please, don't soften what's said.
You can't kill someone,
who is already dead."
As I sit here remembering the day we first met
You filled my heart with happiness I won’t forget
A beautiful smile that brightens up my day
Eyes that shine like diamonds under a moonlit sky
Little did I know you were broken inside
As all I wanted was to be by your side
A caring heart for all to see
Hope there’s enough room in there for me
Give me your heart so I can caress
As making you happy is what I do best
I want to hold you in my arms
To protect you from other people’s harm
Time and time others have been mean
As they don’t know how to treat you like a queen
As my love for you keeps getting strong
I look at you and hope nothing will go wrong
I have been hurt many times before
But being with you is all I ask for
Her suffering was her currency as she would trade in sympathies among a band of devils driven wild by their needs to be possessed and to possess in a world seldom fair being built in complications simple heads never seem to ever understand and.
She was Magnificent.
They way she tore me down. Only one other thing had ever hurt me more.
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