The Male of the Species
8/23/2023
Why is it men sneer at women of the night?
They think nothing,nothing of it when they cheat on their wives!
But ‘that woman, they were with, why she has no morals?
This male double standard, oh it makes my blood boil!
A message for men,there are men of the night, too.
Think about that one, before women, you so morally eschew!
When doves cry, it makes my blood boil.
I grit my teeth in rage and spit in deaths face.
Crocodile tears from the white pigeon that flies through the ashes
of the hand who guided the blade that nearly killed me.
I have carefully practiced mourning this death before.
I have played this very scene in my head for years
on moonlit paths when I escaped your wrath,
when I still believed I would crave you.
I am still waiting for an apology
from the unrepentant corpse.
I will shed no tears for you.
I swear to you I will not grieve this loss.
I will charge through your vacant house as your ashes dust a tree in the desert -
you are nothing more than the meaningless sand that blows into my eyes.
I will rip out your floor boards and throw away
everything that would ever remind me of you.
You have been dead to me for a long time
but only when the dove cries, I will know
It's finally my turn to destroy.
Writing makes my blood boil,
hard emotions soften, I devour
each word. It is nourishment
for the soul. Like food for the
body, without the written
word I would starve.
Australians all let us raise our voice
For we were young and free
This makes my blood boil on my own soil
Our home is encircled by airlines
Our land abounds with political gits
Of no beauty, or rarity
In history's page let every stage
Advance Australia unfair.
it infuriates me so
kids anxious
to get their grubby hands
on their inheritance
~ their due!
anxious to claim their jackpot
uncouth arrogance and greed
so what if it’s at the expense
of someone else’s lifetime
of labor and sacrifice
the entitlement
the disrespect
mind boggling
it enrages me so
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
The thought of you makes my blood boil
It even makes my intestines curl up in a coil
I have never felt this hatred for no other
Only one person could ever love you and that is my poor mother.
The only amends I have is that I'll do better
I'll work so hard that you'll see me sweat even in cold weather
So take one finally good look
The next time you'll see me is in the history books.
March 8th 2016
- Shane Pillay
An apple red as blood
Here you go dear
Take it with cheer
It's sweet as sweet can be
If only you would run away
Or something like that
My mirror just won't let me be
As I look into it, it keeps reminding me
Alas, I'm not the fairest of them all
That makes my blood boil as I walk past
My husband says, Oh my beauty she is a child
I say, yes, she is a coming of age child
And she is your child at that
There can only be one queen of this manor
I will send my huntsman to retrieve her heart
Then maybe this thorn in my side will subside
She will be gone once and for all from my site
Or maybe the huntsman will be her prince charming
And they will ride off together, never to be seen again
So here my child take this apple and eat
This blood red apple is calling to you
And be on your way for good this day
I should never want to see you again
9/ 19/ 2012 9pm Sunday
I wrote it as I was watching the add for snow white & the huntsman with Charlize Theron,,, she is a favorite actress of mine .
We can't share this body any longer Him and Me.He is killing me and draining me of
my strength.He is a weak and pathetic excuse for a person. Oh how I despise him He is
always crying and Constantly trying to kill us both. He has even come close a couple times
it was my strength that brought us back! Oh how he makes my blood boil. I want him gone, I
want to kill him! But he runs and hides from the light and has survived everything I have
thrown at him. His only good quilty is that He just wont die. He is nothing but a
cockroach and I want him GONE!
Everything you say effects me profoundly
Melts my heart or makes my blood boil
Hanging on your every word waiting to hear the verdict in this case
I am on the edge waiting to hear how I will feel today
I am sick of living on the edge
Not knowing how I will feel at any given moment
Depending on you for my excitement
Feeling complacement when you are far away
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