I have a molten hatred
And I ooze contempt for you
My mission it is sacred
And I will see it through.
I'll devote my hours to see
That you don't get no rest
All will know your depravity
From East into the West
I'll keep you down I'll whack the mole
wherever your raise your head
I'll shrink your space, compress your soul
But your blood I won't shed.
We will steer your life, suppress your goals
You talk of rights, how quaint
Your ship will founder on the shoals
You'll fade away, like rusted paint
And there's a climax we have planned
A final horror show
Can't alarm you much, can't show our hand
Keep going with the flow.
You don't know our names
You don't even know the reasons why
You call us petty, invoke shame
But we will laugh, and you will cry.
If I were a zombie
I would definitely eat your brain
Not because I wish you pain
But because I’m consumed by jealousy
I want to be just like you
Act just like you
Think just like you
Have your brillant brain in me
Be able to understand what you see
If I were a zombie
I would eat your brain
Is this a part of my insanity ?
I don’t want to be plain
I don’t want to die in vain
Please, let me have your identity
William Shakespeare - what makes him so hot?
Because he can talk fancy and I cannot?
Because he wears ruffles and a feathered cap?
Because he put the English stage on the map?
Trust me sweetie, I could quickly dispatch
William Shakespeare in an arm-wrestling match.
to whom comes desire, envy, fear and rage
as question asked has the ego unmasked
wayward false self dancing on this world’s stage
who to tame, we’ve been by consciousness tasked
that ego’s useful we do not deny
but perhaps the tail is wagging the dog
the life we’re living seems to be a lie
lost in thought spirals, our mind’s in a fog
in silence as awareness self-aware
we know then we’re more than this body-mind
as a bliss mist with nothing to declare
we are in those moments divine aligned
as both spirit unbound and the ego
we use mind when needed otherwise not
what was boon is now bane so we let go
thus soaring in the sky become self-taught
to whom comes desire, envy, fear and rage
it came to ego but now to no one
transformed as living light we’ve come of age
in the timeless now shining like the sun
I go back to Pinterest because why wouldn't I.
It's addictive and gives me something to do I won't even lie.
I scroll and click and scroll and click once more.
It's hard to put down because it keeps my mind in control.
There's rings, clothes, books, and most importantly help for me.
I can relate a little too much to some of the posts and that's key
For me to come back I need to want, to CRAVE the feed
Everyday I open it and everyday I feel my hate for myself grow and my love for Pinterest turn into need.
It makes me happy. I know it's confusing but that's where my heart settled
I lay in my bed looking at these people who I wish I was and I meddle
I meddle with my mind but also my body. But I can't be them and I never will be and I come to term
I've thought that I hate this app but I love it because it can be good, i've learned
It's fun, nice, addictive, and amazing just don't scroll too deep or you'll get beat
I've had too much experience diving too deep and that's a fact
But I just CAN'T stop going back!
Humorless green
Needlessly mean
Her eyes
A nightmare dream
Accusations
Loud but unspoken
Her eyes
Fury unbroken
Stripping my soul
Scorched to the bone
Her eyes
Will never atone
Withholding grace
Emerald trace
Her eyes
Morgue chilled embrace
Hi, hell
Hello from a smile I hid
Or didn't, the lie of a bravado?
That I claim like the sense to live
You smile to...
But I've only seen it in my imagination
Hell's stink, and the season of response in loves who
To admit an apology is mine, for another purposes silence
Shade me from a severity
Stoic and furious story's, to collect as a person was
Simple rational, to have a babe's vanity
Privilege before passion, passion before peace, peace before purpose
How did this all happen?
Children on the verge of losing patience, do know a prayer was...
Find out, curses of persuasion, the fate of youth is to come in the hands of laughter
With the integrity of more, and the seed of promises, uncertain of a future cause...
The twist of a knife
A gut-wrenching squeeze in your chest
Anger
Sadness
Hope
You don't want to let go
Observing every little thing
But it's just…
Out of reach
You try to catch up
But no matter how much you
Imitate
Or protect
You'll always be
One. step. behind.
intense envy every
day from nine to
seven (or so) needs
frequent venting and
even if it's only by
way of the rear exit
netherlands
I believe in ‘maximum exposure’
each and every day
When my plans go awry
I blame it on ‘they’
'They’ are so old-fashioned
and vindictive to boot
‘They’ even banned me from nudist camp
~ envied my birthday suit
Nervously I wonder if
I’m better than what’s passed–
Surely thou must think so now,
At least while thou shalt last.
And though my standards be quite high,
(Considering my art not vast),
The tests I’ve conjured–fast and strict–
Save but one–you’ve passed.
With strangers whom thou mingled be,
Doth thou reminisce?
And when thou art holding me,
Yet are they still missed?
Couldst thou be a honey bee,
Which passes with one sting,
Or rather likened shouldst thou be
To resilient wasps on wing?
And even if thou be’st that wasp,
As kindly as thou seem,
Thou sting’st as a naughty knave,
And made those two girls scream.
Passed around you sadly seem
To this girl who’s firm and chaste;
But if thou can prove’st to me
You’re wiser now–steadfast–
I’d look past your transgressions
And look not to the past.
Turned me down with a worn line,
Smiled like want was a grave crime.
Love is nothing but sex misspelled,
Lit the match, let the distance swell.
Now she’s old, eyes lost their shine,
Came knocking, she is lost in time.
Flame’s dead, I am as cold as ice,
Gravity’s grip on her wasn’t nice.
I’m just echoes in a deserted town,
Love’s a crown and she let me down.
Silence speaks truths untold,
A story of hearts that grew too bold.
To say more is to say less —
She was a crown, now just a mess.
The hunter's done. The plain is bare.
She is still cruel and is not that rare.
Oblige me, you’re a fool to think,
She caused many a man to drink?
Oblige her, she will hate you still.
Offend her and she never will
I have no mouth, and I must scream,
Desire’s a lie, and so was my dream.
Turned down turned off the light,
Love was a curse in the night.
Turned her down, she said to me,
You won’t be the last I won’t set free.
Her smile a lie, feelings a jest,
A fickle fire, left unexpressed.
Sun’s warmth is winter’s disguise,
Nothing but a cheap plastic prize.
Never trust the winter sun,
Or the heart of any woman.
Now her face tells a twisted tale,
When I was younger
I wanted to be friends
with the monsters under my bed
Now I am terrified of these monsters
in my head
Breathing is second nature
I know that much to be true
but how these monsters choke up
when I look at you
I try to count sheep
to help me fall asleep
but when I dream
all I dream
is worshipping at your feet
You have everything to me
perfect hair, perfect smile
when they say
walk a mile
it truly is a trial
because
for all I can see
you have everything to me
So, I can try to be the friend
to these monsters in my head
but I know in the end
these monsters are just like me
these monsters don't like me
Jealousy never did aid me in any accomplishments
Under the horror of too many emotions, I get flustered
Given problems to solve, I am stifled and stilted
A quintessential blubbering shuddering mess of myself
All the resources in the world could not free me up
Did you take the last candle? I thought it might solve this puzzle.
I'm not pretty enough to be praised,
But not ugly enough to be disgraced.
Not special enough to stand apart,
But not ordinary enough to lose my heart.
I see the likes stack on my screen,
And wonder what they really mean.
Do they see me, or just the light?
The angle, the pose, the filter right?
I look slim in every frame,
But what if that's not really my shape?
What if the breath I held so tight
Is the only reason I look alright?
What if the smile they all adore
Is hiding what I'm looking for?
What if the compliments I save
Were meant for a version that I gave?
Not fake enough to be a lie,
Not real enough to not ask why.
I stare at girls and think again,
Would I choose myself among them?
Not jealous enough to call it pain,
But not confident enough to stay the same.
Maybe I'm pretty, maybe I'm not,
Maybe beauty's a moving dot.
Maybe I'm loved, maybe I'm not,
Maybe I'm more than every thought.
But every mirror starts a trial,
And every picture lasts a while.
Maybe they're right,
Maybe they're not.
Maybe I'm everything
I say I'm not.
Maybe or maybe not,
Maybe that's the hardest part.
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