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You condemn me from shadows you've never dared to leave,
Crafting judgment from fragments you refuse to believe.
I wear your scorn like armor, forged in silent wars,
And still you tremble—because I never needed your doors.
You pass your sentences like rituals in a dying faith,
But I know truth: it doesn’t sit in the mouths of the wraith.
You mistake stillness for cold, and fire for spite—
Yet your hatred flickers. I burn infinite night.
You spoke of Hell as if it would break me.
But I’ve lived there long before you named it hatefully.
There, I do not suffer. There, I become.
And your fear makes the flames taste like home.
I watched you recoil at the mirror I held—
Not my reflection, but your own truths compelled.
You wore masks to make me a villain of need,
But only the hollow fear what they can’t read.
Your vengeance has rhythm but no soul to sing,
It cracks like glass—fragile in everything.
You’re not chasing justice. You’re chasing control.
And failing to fracture an unshaken soul.
So go on—gnash, howl, and pretend you're right,
While I walk through your fire and carry the night.
You’ll meet me again where you think I’ll fall,
But I’ll be standing, tall, in the ruin of it all.
And when your belief finally shatters in smoke,
I’ll ask you gently through the ash you choke:
“Do you believe me now?”—my voice a quiet sword.
Not seeking revenge. Only truth restored.
You’re the dumb one, aren’t you? She asked me so beautiful, sweet.
Cee’Su was a looker, married to my first cousin Pete.
I did not reply, after all, what could I say?
Was she daft in the head? Is that why she tossed it that way?
She is the other one, my horrified cousin quickly told her.
The fat one, she guessed, which made her look amazingly older.
Cousin Pete thought she was hilarious, pretty the first two days.
Woman of God she informed us haughtily, stuck up in her ways.
I had never met a reverent woman who had such an urge to tell,
But she drew out proof constantly that we would be the ones going to hel....
Cousin Pete stopped talking to his mother because Aunt V refused to bow down
To the queen bee, who took him from us, they simply stopped coming around.
They raised some caustic children, hatefully mean and depressed, often blue.
Both of them ran to the grandma they had never met when they reached 22.
Yes Cee’Su was beautiful looker, Cousin Pete’s Woman of God.
When I meet her on the street I give her a swift happy wave and a nod.
I hold for you, hateful love in my heart
For I do blame, whatever happened, on Fate
I have moved on with life, and so have you
But our story does still make me feel so blue
I hate you because you broke me
You changed me, you scarred me
You did not even have for me, an ounce of pity
Instead, you lashed out at me, with venomous cruelty
All because I was in love with what you represented
A young and charming boy, well educated
With looks that attracted my emotions
With eyes that ignited in me, desirous obsessions
I hate you because you moved away
Caring not about the fact that you covered my alley
With dirt and rubbles, with darkness and demons
Why, I hate you for having imbibed in my heart, stained stones
But I also do love you, for I have come to submit to life
Mind you, such is merely because of my belief in my faith
Yes, I love you and I want to see you prosper
Even if to my messages you never deem it necessary to answer
I want you to master the world, I want you to shine bright
I do hope that I never get to see you in a needy state
I want you to laugh at everything life has to offer
I do pray and ask that your stand, life does deem right to pamper
Yes, I do hatefully love you
I do know that I shall never again see you
Such does make me smile painfully
But in the end, life does merely resume around our duty
I do hatefully love you
Nor a friend are you
Nor an enemy are you
But pray, know that I do hatefully love you!
For Contest Oxymoronic Obsession
Spon: David Lindsay
You are most welcome, stranger. This is the land i live in
I don`t know much about your own, but ours is full of marvels
that bring dark shadows to the mind, they make the heart feel pressure
they turn your stomach upside-down and tint your soul like coal.
This quite familiar, alien guy, with the domestic face
How shallow has our judgment gone... He just came from deep space.
That lovely lady, hatefully, stares at me and smiles
This is a shell for charybdis. Deception for perception.
A cop that has humanity. The jewel of mankind
Compassionate for all of us. So far from being a sadist
committed only to do good. True prototype of human
Their death, certainly spoils my day. Each funeral i honor
I get depressed by the thought, that a strike team is prying
I hope their paths will never cross. Their righteous task should finish
To cleanse our land from masons and people with wrong haircuts
Alexis, fifteen year old, was an illuminati.
Deer, guarded by tigers
with smirks that look sardonic
Godfathers to fight petty crime
replacing thieves with KILLERS.
As for the few who read and nod, concur and realize
I wish we all finally see, with awe or with aversion
the great desert of amazon, obscured by that flora.
Let my warm hailing solve your clouds
Kind sister / Dear brother.
Form:
(Rhyme)
I've stared at the face of love
and found it that it was in the end quite false.
In my heart here am crying how could this ever be
when all that I gave you from the start was my love.
The truth of your betrayal just went straight to my heart
you stabbed me one thousand times right on the back.
when all I did was to trust you and nothing for you held back my love
but you all that gave me in the end were tears pain and more sorrow.
Nothing much of your professed devotion to my bruised love you did show
I guess at the end of the day all you made me look was like a complete fool
for believing that your love and vows were like mine just true and so cool.
I see now that you never really loved me all these years as you insisted
And all that I now see is that your love was never true for me indeed.
I just cant believe now that I was so naïve and foolish
You with all your lies kept me hoping and just from your strings dancing.
How could you be so cruel and give me the last blow of all at the end
When all I wanted to do back then was to stay with you forever and ever
You just took my love and carelessly threw it back hatefully on my heart and face.
My poor heart is so darn broken and only lived for so long cause of Gods grace
Your betrayal cuts very deep little by little and when you went for my heart
Nothing prepared me with all the pain and the darkness that you sank me in.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
November,18,2014
Written on June,16, 2014
Deep inhalation and exhalation
breaths initially activate
relaxation, attributed to stress,
tension, unconscious vectors
woefully agglomerate
ache'n to gangrenous jackknifing noggin
dichotomy to alleviate
cognitive clog analogous
to emotional obstruction
that doth constipate
in an effort to allocate
opportune psychological uplifting
state of emergent euphoria amalgamate
ting in tandem with prescription
medication to leverage mental
quiescence holistically ameliorate
counterproductive suicidal waves
riding roughshod, which repeatedly
pulsate, oscillate, and nurse qua mantra
generate breakers animate
ting my state of consciousness
incessantly inundated with said
stormy sea re: brawl mailer
daemons intent to annihilate
stealthily, jarringly,
and devastatingly annunciate
without warning a tsunami
drowning spirited lifesource,
an undesirable nihilistic thought,
I unwittingly, hatefully,
and accurately anticipate
emotional tug of war
as better angels arbitrate
struggling successfully to arrogate,
and establish erstwhile equilibrium
lest body electric will self asphyxiate
such deep seated
respiration aims to attenuate
ninety nine point nine nine nine...percent
effortlessly injecting willpower,
and survival overpowering
strength modus operandi to dominate
self destructive negative feedback loop
constantly (i.e. daily)
vying to authenticate
practiced discipline, sans shut eye
transcendent mindset to calibrate
and stymie passivity to capitulate,
where resignation writ large checkmate
ting ability to experience and consummate
spiritual ecstasy, wherefore I contemplate
the simple practice the
benefits to coordinate
setting aside absolute
value able quiet time to cultivate
blockbuster, regarding crushing
beast within that doth debilitate!
The fae of the forest watched as they
Gaily slung the discs on their way..
And it glowered hatefully from where it stood
As again and again their discs struck wood.
Surely for their offense they'd pay!
Patience was hard as it followed and sought
A punishment befitting for this offensive lot
Laughing in merriment when their discs struck chain
Strung from the iron poles that his wilderness, stained.
His fiery hatred grew hot!
But the iron and machine that invaded his realm
Weakened his magic, did arcana o’erwhelm,
Even as they climbed and hiked and played,
He studied the lot and his hand was stayed,
Three men, two women shaded ’neath elm.
So he bid the day increase its heat
He bid the trees their discs defeat
He slung small magic to deflect their discs
Off-course into thorns and other risks,
Yet their discs flew to basket’s entreat.
As the eldest wished for the trees to stop
Snatching his disc in flight to flop
On the ground, its flight outshined,
A horrible, evil thought sprang to mind,
Ahead the mad imp hopped.
In the false meadow set the devil his trap,
“No trees? No trees!” And with an evil clap,
As the eldest stood at the edge of the meadow
The younger’s disc flew errant, powerful, into elbow!
Horrific thud, not a light rap.
No truer could any aim have sought
Nor more devastating than the nerve it caught,
Waves of nausea wreaked by such pain
Stunned the warrior, he couldn't regain
His feet. The younger man was distraught.
Yet on they played, and gave no ground
Stubbornly threw their discs and found
Joy in every basket’s clink
And caused the evil imp to re-think
The awful paths he'd bound.
Twice more, throws askew were slung,
Twice more was impish, hurtful magic flung
Once at the mother’s head- wisely, she ducked,
Then again, feebly hit the youth’s leg, whose laughter clucked,
Mocking laughter, his leg unstung.
Sorrowfully, the wood devil gave in
He could not defeat this family's win
Even the old man's arm wouldn't bruise
How could the imp do ought but lose?
And so did the disc golf end. Fin.
So if you, enjoying family time fair
Seek to enter the forest imp’s lair,
Take cover from friends as the disc is cruising
Lest the wood devil, offended, send you a bruising
As from shadows he hates and stares.