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For everyone that has been cheated on
For everyone that has been lied to
For everyone that has been hurt due to a dumb significant other
No need to see the doctor for being a victim of the relationship flu
I got the cure and this poem is dedicated to all of you
I was so good I was the best I can be
No that wasn’t good enough for you had to break my heart like u snapped a branch
off a tree
Its not that I was blind its just I wanted you to change to someone deep inside you
I see
Trying to be the helpful kind one in the end you were the one who decided to play
me
Deep down farther than the sea I loved you with all my heart and that’s a
guarantee but now its time for me to strike back and set you free
You can’t get mad at me trying to flip a table cemented to the ground
Acting as if I was the dog portraying me as "the rest" when you are the one that
needs to be sent to the pound
Your the one digging holes and burying bones in the dirt
Don’t stop now continue to flirt because hoes gone by hoes and by them I can’t be
hurt
I’m glad u practiced your game on me
You a liar yet you hate them
You a cheater yet you despise them
You say you not like the rest but your quest was in your bed with another guest
Don’t bother getting up and getting dressed let them lay there on your chest
I’ll be the mature one walk away with no contest
I must have been possessed to be with you but hey moral of the story *clap*
*clap* I’m impressed
It’s okay if you want to be a certified player I can sign off on your degree
You only needed one witness to prove all you can be
You are your own boss now and under you is an upcoming trainee
I’m sure they will pass with flying colors if their life you referee
Before you go you have something of mine in your pocket I dig for my key
This no longer belongs to you it has a return to sender and the address is assigned
to me
You a hoe, you a whore, you a ****, and yes guys can be them too
Yea you too cocky for your own good thinking of yourself as a tattoo
Naw baby your not you like an error on Microsoft word I just pressed undo
You were cute, you were nice, you were funny but now when I look at you it’s a
dirty view
You can beg, you can plead asking for me back you can even kiss my shoe
Just remember when my answer is no you can’t blame me when it was all you
(c) jeremy fennell
We have mentally drained our emotions into the world around us
Causing our own commotions then get mad with what surrounds us.
We lack to feel for those that we see have less.
We slack and oppose for what we think is best.
We tend to take from a pot that is not rightfully ours.
We tread lightly with the truth, but listen to lies for hours.
We get bombarded with the ways of the world, yet we aren’t teaching boys how to treat girls.
We are leading the youth to the worst of ways; we take no responsibility for the paths we’ve paved.
We raise hell when our child is wrong, as we defend them.
We teach them that laws are in place, but there are ways to bend them.
We want our voices to be heard, but what we say is empty.
We are portraying a message that is disturbed--
we are killing ourselves, to put it simply.
We have too little knowledge and exceeding pride.
We feel so comfortable on this roller coaster ride.
We watch the turmoil that is of this world, constantly run its loop.
We don’t take enough time for ourselves to just sit--
and regroup.
We have troubles and pains and we are losing our loved ones.
We don’t see what we can gain if we would just become one.
We have fought off those that have offended us, but we haven’t confronted the evil thoughts that run deep within us.
We have come to some reality that we are just humans.
We don’t see the totality of what all the ‘just’ is ruining.
We cannot become one when we are constantly separating ourselves.
We cannot become whole when we ignore our inner self.
We keep following the trends of things that hold no value.
We sleep cowardly to no end and buy all the dreams that they are selling.
We don’t look in the mirror to see who we really are.
We look at some reflection as if we are too far--
to reach, to teach, to redirect or speak.
We have lost sight of what it is to love.
We don’t feel the connection, so it’s easier to run.
We get off-track; thinking we don’t need anyone.
We have blocked out what it is to have compassion, we take routes for our own personal satisfaction.
We keep thinking this way, we will never be united, but together we will fall.
We just need to become one and together we could have it all.
The ways of the world, seem so wicked
Overbearing thoughts--
self-inflicted.
2/1/2016
It’s Cultural hypocrisy,
Like monks selling books on oxford street,
Like a political debate on your screens,
Like when Donald lost Queen Lizzy.
R.I.P to lil peep!
And the other 2 million that died this week,
*** faked his own death,
And it only matters if you’ve trend-set.
It’s cultural insanity,
Like Grenfall tower’s insurance fees,
The 3,000 suicides a week,
And the worst one; Love Island on your screens.
Meghan Markle’s family send their best,
Kanye says he loves Kanye West,
Like doing the floss at a dentist,
It only matters if you’ve trend-set.
It’s cultural satire comedy,
Like playing Fortnite for 2 weeks,
A hobo getting mad cause you gave him 10p,
Proudly sharing your insecurities.
I’m a vegan but sometimes I like to eat beef,
But don’t get mad, I have ADHD,
I love labels, in fact I’m obsessed,
And it only matters if you’ve trend set.
It’s culture clarity,
Like watching **** and not clearing your history,
And thinking you're as safe as safe can be,
And then seeing ads about small willies.
But none of that applies to me,
I’m obviously talking theoretically,
Changing subject... Can Ant survive without Dec?
Too soon? Or simply the latest trendset?
It’s cultural spirituality,
And I achieved enlightenment when I was three,
And then forgot what it all means,
And now I’m depressed.
It must be cause I read it on the news,
And in the papers so it must be true,
Or was it fake? I sometimes forget,
Too distracted by all the trend-sets.
It’s culture profanity,
Like your mum telling you it’s avocado for tea,
Like your grandma offering to buy you weed,
Was that just me?
I totally detest avocado for dinner,
And parents who buy their kids fidget spinners,
My patience I admit, is on the edge,
I’m sick to death of all these trend-sets.
Since when was an opinion as valid as a fact?
Since when was it ok to believe the earth is ing flat?
And we sit and wonder why we’re all so incest,
Its cause you only matters if you trendset
Yes, this culture is distracting me
And stopping me from finding peace,
By making me want to make money,
And tempting me with comedy.
So I’ll end this poem with some advice,
And I’ll try my best to make it nice,
To have a nice life, and live the best,
Do everything and anything, apart from trend-set.
It’s cultural.
They claim that you were ‘outdated,’
old-fashioned and ‘not with the times,’
because you hesitated to
give up traditions of your kind.
They claimed new was always better,
that you weren’t on history’s side.
You noticed their way rarely worked,
“Reactionary!” they all cried.
Your life already had you stressed,
so you just went along with it,
unwed mothers, disturbed children,
more and more it all went to s#@t.
You’d hoped to get them off your back,
that bending the knee would bring luck,
instead they brayed,”You damn white man!”
What you do is never enough.
Then they claimed it was your skin,
it’s ‘privilege,’ you ‘can’t understand,’
despite working since age fifteen
and not being a college man.
Your dad didn’t clear forty K,
and mom barely made half of that,
yet they called you ‘oppressor,’
for the world’s ills you got the rap.
Accused of crimes you didn’t do,
that were done before you were born,
told your skin made would a bad man…
Now where have I heard that before?
You plead to crimes of men long dead,
in hope it would make things less rough,
but then they cried,”You toxic male!”
What you do is never enough.
Next they said that masculine men
are no better than raging rapes,
they called you ‘sex predator,’
said all male-female sex is ‘rape.’
They say male instincts are ‘toxic,’
and somehow will bring the world’s end,
you point out that men built this world,
they just get mad, or won’t listen.
You saw some man get thrown in jail,
only to learn the woman lied,
a life ruined, yet challenge them
and “Believe all women!” they cry.
You know much is hysteria,
but go along to get some love,
yet they still won’t sleep with weak men,
what you do is never enough.
Then they go on TV and ask:
“Why are all our men drifting right?
Why do them meme and laugh at us,
and banish us all from their sight?"
You don’t believe that anyone
is too dumb to figure it out,
but the left thinks they’ve done no wrong,
they’re truly confused and in doubt.
They thought that demonizing you
would somehow make your nature change,
as if you were just some chess piece
that they could simply rearrange.
But you’re sick of the ‘purity’ tests,
and all that cultish lefty stuff,
The right love individuals,
being one is more than enough.
Dear me,
When people say something I don't like, I want to get mad, I want to get upset, but then I
tell myself that I have to be the bigger person for things to get better and just take a
deep breath and distribute an apology where needed and whatever other sugarcoated ********
that the situation need. And, yes, I make the other person happy. But not me.
Why? Because I believe there should be peace. Wait, no, scratch that (Literally, since I
can scratch it out here).
Why? Because? I WANT there to be peace. I'm the type of person that does not like having
guilt nagging at her skull and eating at her heart. So, what do I do? I do whatever I can
to repair everyone's heart the best I can and, BAM! I got exactly what I wanted.
Well...almost what I wanted; Sometimes it takes a lot to change someone's mind. And, I
guess, that's enough for me.
What I do, my friends, is called "Turning the other cheek". I try to do that now, because
I believe it's the right thing to do. I didn't used to do that, though. I used to yell and
scream and act the worst way. But then, I told myself that things would be much better if
I do what I'm doing now. But sometimes it doesn't always work out in my favor.
Okay, okay, fine. Most of the time it doesn't work out in my favor.
I usually end up getting hurt by "Turning the other cheek". Why? Because I can't say what
I want to say. I can't do what I want, because that would go against "Keeping the peace,"
and what I believe in now, which is just that.
Sometimes people don't see that I'm trying to keep the peace, and they think the worst of
me. Sometimes I end up crying. Sometimes the other people don't care. Sometimes I end up
back where I was in the first place Alone and miserable.
But, I will stick by my new policy because it's the right thing to do. But...really, what
IS the "Right thing to do"? What do you think would be the right thing to do for this kind
of thing? Is there even a right way? A wrong way? An in between way?
Do you think I'm doing the right thing? It doesn't feel like I am. But, I'm too afraid of
losing the people I care about to not do it.
Ah, man. This is quite the predicament that I'm in.
Is there no justice?
Sincerely,
The Confused One Of The Bunch.
Fathers Day
He began throwing me around I remember it quite well
Against a hard wall but he told people I fell
When all the abuse began I think I was barely five
By the time I was 18 I hated to be alive
The first memory of my step dad is when I called him by name
I already had a dad so calling him dad wasn't the same
I went up to hug him something me and my real dad had done
He told me "never to hug him real men don't hug son"
Sometimes he would hit me with his belt or a hand
I was being beaten so harshly by a very big man
I counted over 50 smacks with the belt the bruises you could see
But there was no one out there willing to help a child like me
He would scream at me for hours sometimes it wasn't quite fair
Then he would get mad at me more because I had a blank stare
Nothing I did was ever good enough for this man
Simple things like coloring, or speaking, or cleaning a pan
I was scared for my life because I knew when he got home
I was going to be hit or yelled at with a very loud tone
This man was a dictator you almost had to ask him to breathe
But I was only 7 years old and he knew I couldn't leave
My brother was born and he was the best thing since sliced bread
I was just a punching bag to dad that kept getting hit in the head
He stole my innocence something I'll never get back
My whole life’s been scarred from all the attacks
I was told over and over I wasn't worth a dime
So I was wanting to die I was just biding for time
I was forced to grow up with the help of a stick
Even now when we talk I almost get sick
My mom let this happen so she is as much to blame
What they did to a Childs spirit that has never been the same
Many times as a child growing up I dreamed of killing this man
But I was so scared of this guy and I couldn't come up with a plan
The hatred I feel from what I had lost as a child
Still haunts me this day and when he suffers I smile
God please help me and take away the pain from my past
Because it's killing me slowly and I know I won't last
The pain in my gut when I'm around him is great
That's probably why I stay so busy and put so much on my plate
My story goes on and I probably should close
Oh yeah I forget the SOB almost broke my nose
WHY WOMEN ARE COMPLEX
Women are emotional by nature , they like or love with all their might.When she likes or loves a guy, they do it with all their Breath. Here are things us guys are blind to or ignore:
She DREAMS of u
She WAKES UP for u
She looks forward to SEEING YOU
She picks a DRESS 4 u
She does her MAKE UP 4 u
She does her HAIR 4 u
She THINKS of u in everything she does
She TALKS about u
At night, she CANT SLEEP because of you...
All it takes is simple COMPLIMENTS, u look lovely, I like ur hair, I like your dress etc, and she will sigh thinking how it was all worth it. HOLD HER HAND when she's insecure, HUG when she's wants attention and ROMANCE her when shes jealous! Women are hardwork, if you want your end of the bargain then make sure you do your part. If you do, sit back and watch how she will do anything because her heart is filled with happiness.
Yeah they play games either to make you feel as SHE FEELS or she wants u to STEP UP or she wants to know WHAT YOU ARE REALLY ABOUT. At the end of the day, they have alot 2 to lose, physically or emotionally, but you gain a lot!
Learn not to take HER TOO SERIOUS, at times show a "FUN UNDERSTANDING PATIENT" side and other times LET HER KNOW what you don't like with seriousness.
Yes as a man u need 2 be FIRM or PRINCIPLED and draw a line but pride don't prove anything then cause a NEGATIVE REACTION (Two wrongs don't make a right).
Women are LIKE THE WEATHER, one day SUNNY, the next RAINY, the other COLD and the next its THUNDER.
If u want constant sunshine, open ur eyez and be on your toes.
If it's rainy, get ur umbrella and sing a song.
If it's cold, cuddle and warm her up.
If it's thundery, give the storm (her) some space.
In the end, her love for you will calm her down.
CHOSE WHICH BATTLES YOU FIGHT, NOT ALL ARE FOUGHT THE SAME OR NEED FIGHTING AT ALLl!
Yeah she aint perfect, so ain't you, but she will take care of you perfectly if you PLAY YOUR CARDS RIGHT!Don't get mad if some next dude has ur woman, he did what you wasn't doing.
But to be fair NOT ALL WOMEN are angels, some are selfish and unappreciative. Am talking about good women. Choose which one is worth fighting for!
BY HUSSEIN FARAH
Written 06/2011 (Edited 02/12/2012)
We walk amongst the faithful.
Unknown to human eyes.
So normal and so human,
They can't see through our disguise.
The tears of angels made us
As they flew down from the sky.
They didn't want to do it,
So all they did was cry.
We're stuck amongst the ruin.
The horror and despair.
We've seen a bit too closely
To the heart of Evil's lair.
We walk amongst the faithful.
Unknown to human eyes.
So normal and so human,
They can't see through our disguise.
We're scarred up on the inside,
But outside we're just fine.
We hide the truth so well
They can't see into our lies.
Our daddies were all drinkers.
And when they would get mad,
They'd take it out us poor souls,
And boy were we so glad
When Daddy drank himself to sleep,
And we could go and hide.
Carve another scar into our heart
Which was hidden deep inside.
We walk amongst the faithful
Unknown to human eyes
So normal and so human
They can't see through our disguise.
Our mommies all liked men
Perhaps a bit too much
They sampled fair and far
And didn't mind the touch.
When Mommy fell asleep,
Her boyfriends would come down
And they would scare us half to death
And they'd start to mess around.
And after they were done
Ravaging our broken souls
We'd take our chance to run
And hide from things we'd never know.
We walk amongst the faithful
Unknown to human eyes
So normal and so human
They can't see through our disguise.
Our families are all broken
We have no place to hide
No place to let our tears out
Let out what hurts inside.
And now we sit here all alone
In this dark corner as all hope
Evades our longing hands
We've lost our way to cope.
And now we hide our feelings
And what they've done to every “me”.
We hold our chins up high.
We do not let them see.
We walk amongst the faithful
Unknown to human eyes
So normal and so humans
Can't see through our disguise
We pretend it doesn't happen
We can't let anyone know
Our traitor of a heart
Is something we can't show.
Would anyone even understand
What we hold inside our hearts?
Or would we be a freak show
A different world apart?
Maybe one day we will find one
Every single one of us
Someone who will understand
Someone we can trust.
Growing up,
you dream of Prince Charming—
the one who’ll set your heart free.
Spinning in hope,
you wait for the one
who’ll love you right.
And then he comes.
He’s charming, alright—
with soft words,
a warm smile,
and eyes that learn your every crack.
But not every crown shines.
Not every prince saves.
Some just learn
where to press
so it hurts without bruises.
He never raised his voice—
at least not at first.
Just small corrections,
little rules,
words that stung
with a smile behind them.
"That dress is too much."
"I only get mad because I care."
"You know how lucky you are, right?"
And she believed him.
Because love is patient.
Love is kind.
And she thought if she just loved harder,
he’d be soft again.
She learned to be quiet
before he ever yelled.
Knew how to read the room
like a battlefield.
Every breath,
every glance,
a calculation
to avoid the spark.
He never hit her.
Not with fists.
But silence can strangle.
And words can bleed.
He carved shame into her skin
with a whisper and a glance.
"Why do you always ruin everything?"
"No one else would love you like I do."
"You're lucky I stay."
So she stayed.
Locked in a house
that used to feel like hope,
now a cage with good curtains
and cold dinners.
She smiled in public.
Laughed on command.
But inside,
she was screaming
in a language
no one else could hear.
She stared at the tiled floor,
counting her breaths,
wondering how long it would take
to disappear completely.
And when the silence grew too heavy,
and the weight in her chest
felt sharper than fear—
she stopped counting.
She left no note.
No final words.
Just a quiet stillness
in a home full of noise.
The world kept spinning.
Neighbors waved.
Her name faded
into passing conversation.
He cried for cameras.
Blamed the stress.
Said, “She was always a little emotional.”
But the truth sat
on that bathroom floor.
In the shape of a woman
who gave everything
until there was
nothing left.
She didn’t die of heartbreak.
She didn’t die by choice.
She died
because no one believed
what he never bruised.
She died
because silence
can be louder than screams.
She died
because the cage didn’t look like one.
a hundred thousand miles away
i know you wont hear me when i say
Just how much i love you, every single day
I know its too good to be true
but yet i stil lay on my roof and think of you
i look at the stars and realise how plain they are compared to you
beautiful in everything you do
dont try to argue, cuz you know its true
baby im the only ONE for you
yes baby i know wat ur gonna say and yes i love you too
kisses like crack
heart gone crazy for u its outta whack
lost in your heart and im never goin back
Your love is ecstacy
makes me wonder how much ur missin me
are u missin me like im missin you?
unlless u leave baby we'll make it through
best i ever had like drake promise you
ime the one that always has to settle
but yet i found you and ur hotter than a boiling kettle
i thought long ago my heart was made of metal
u lit the spark that brought me to life
girlie just told me that i get
the most amazing girl i ever met
the one ill never forget
even once you leave
ill be heartbroken but ill still belive
that your the only one for me
stay up late at night throwing rocks out the window till you see
your yard full of candles spelling out "i love you nikki"
lips like caramel, sweet and sticky
baby im so happy you wanna be with me
no ill never leave baby i cant help but to linger
nikki touched my heart and it wraped around her finger
stranger than fiction
too strong to even mention
girlies out of this world like a star trekk convention
thank god for cameras, they were the greatest invention
capture time the way you were wen you were mine
so i can save u in a box when you leve me behind
and then i can still have you when you are not mine
love is not willing it is blind
my heart is yours
delivered to your doorstep
wanna be my baby mama
come with me, heavens in you arms, stay there to get away from drama
dont ever leave baby, cuzz ill die from heart trauma
so when your gone and you get this
and im outside your window, throwin rocks at your window till you see
all the candles in your yard spelling out "i still love you nikki"
dont get mad.... just come back to me
cuz im sittin on my roof just thinkin of you,
wonderin if my heart would still be whole if i sent it to you.