Your name,
has become a curse word that falls from my lips.
The picture of you in my head,
has become blurred and wants to be forgotten.
Your voice,
has become a door that lacks oil.
The way you move your body,
must be because of your deceiving bones.
Your rat like eyes,
have become the worst color of diarrhea.
I know this is not the just the “Call out a back stabbers” poem,
lets name the flaws on and in my own skin,
that just so happened,
to be pointed out by you.
As you covered my face in nine pounds of a “makeover”,
you said you couldn’t see the flaws on my skin anymore.
Flaws?
You went far enough to point the pubescent scars.
of my lips, cheeks, and chin.
The shyness I have of talking to my friends,
was pointed out because you didn’t have someone to talk to that night.
Excuse me,
but I thought the effort of the friendship was supposed to be put forth by both “friends”?
Next,
near the end of the friendship,
you often told me I was a terrible friend.
I cried.
A lot.
Later when that came up,
you told me you were just trying to make a point.
Why as a friend didn’t you just try to talk to me,
instead of trying to start insignificant bull crap?
But here I sit now,
with friends that could always be so much better than you.
I often hear your snickering words behind me a your lunch table,
and I turn around and smile at you and your “friend’.
You usually **** your head in confusion,
but really,
that's me.
The 15 year old giant ginger with a second graders personality,
stinking my pinky finger up at you to flip you off in Chinese,
and to say in a nonexistent voice,
“frick you”.

Dream Catchers, egg hatchers, baby Snatchers, **** wackers, lip smackers, online hackers, ***** slappers, hand clappers, exotic flappers, lazy slackers, suitcase packers, & back stabbers.

Hate & defeated, cheat & feel the heat. Too weak & petite. Tales of hell, wishes on a well, thoughts are things you can't always sell. Sometimes words can be lies liars tell. One day to your death to you fell.
Pass it on. I don't belong. Some people are wrong. Die. I won't cry.

Pakrat hoarders, pro choice aborters, two faced home wreckers, voodoo curses, retired lazy old nurses.

Deaf & Blind, racist & unkind, poor & unemployed. Broke & exploited. Dumb, old, ugly, & fat. ***** stinking rat. Piles & piles of crap.

College professors, real estate investors, coaches, cockaroaches, poachers, perverts & ******, meat eatting caravores. Bums & addicts drunks & fanatics, obsessive compulsive, stalkers too possessive, insane aggressive.

Author Notes :

Partially true, could be your family.

© Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved,

Sometimes stuff is not gonna go the way you want.
Sometimes the world with explode under your feet.
Sometimes love will be just out of your grasp.
Sometimes people will be back stabbers.
Sometimes you'll bleed to death.
Sometimes you'll just have to sit there listening to angry music by Eminem to feel okay.
Sometimes you'll never be okay.
But that's okay.

Like flowers, her life wilted,
Despite the ample rain,
The people whom she needed,
The ones who left her in pain.

Deceit was their craft,
To pretend is a must,
Behind the smiles, a rotten laugh,
How foolish was she to trust!

Lies are words with fatal poison,
Injected right through one's head,
Creeping unto the system of the person,
Slowly, making her dead.

When the situation turned unpleasant,
She sought for whom she called "friends",
But the people were hesitant,
Not even one hand can they  lend.

They use her for their own benefit,
Yet the slightest company, they can't provide,
How can she be blinded and cannot see it?
It's obvious, no matter how hard they try to hide.

A mask they would always wear,
Thousands of words they already said,
Yes! Back stabbers they were,
Rumors, they boldly spread.

Now, she finally opened her eyes,
Her trust completely broken, turned into dust,
She finally see through their horrible lies,
Though weeping, a strong facade is a must.

Yesterday
I'm sitting in my bed
Thinking, "yesterday"
A few hours ago
It all happened
And it gave me hope
I hadn't felt like that
In quite a while
It was beautiful
Yesterday

It's been so long
A lot has happened
I spent less time on me
I spent more time on them
I lost me
In finding them

So I sat in the crowd
In the presence
Of friends and families
Haters and liars
Back-stabbers and betrayers
It didn't matter
This was my time
I looked at the wall
I saw a cloth printed
"Merit Award Ceremony"

I fell into a trance
While the guest speaker
Gave his speech
In half an hour
He would give me a handshake
One I truly deserved

I felt my heart sink
My spirit kneel
I could hear my heart beat
And so could everyone around me
I was shy
I wasn't used to this
I've always been smart
But lately
I had dimmed
A lot had happened

So this moment
Was the affirmation
Of my comeback
I knew this wasn't the end
This was the beginning
Only the beginning

You can never know
How fast a runner is
At the beginning of the race
We just believe
That they're ready
It is when they begin to pace
Accelerating
That we truly appreciate
I felt that way
Yesterday

My phone vibrated
I glared at it's screen
It was my mom
She sent a text
She had just arrived
To uphold my achievements

I felt someone pat my back
Persistently
I shot back to reality
I looked above
It was my friend
Reminding me
To get in line
The time had come
I stood up
Confidently

I felt eyes on me
Envious eyes
Of the other students
Who came
To witness the success
Of students like me

The speaker
Announced my name
I took a step forward
I walked up the stairs
It didn't matter
My failures didn't matter
The fact is I achieved
That was why I was invited
In the first place
To this pleasant ceremony

I felt deserving
When the guest speaker
Gave me my certificate
And shook my hand
We posed for a quick picture
I heard the crowd cheer

I stood on stage
I recalled whatever it was
That the guest speaker said before
I felt inspired
Motivated
Strengthened
I smiled at the thought
They will be seeing
A lot more of me
Here, every school term.

LETTER TO MYSELF
Dear Tina, you come along way
Dear Tina, you have grown so much over the years
Dear Tina, you had rough days
Dear Tina, you had rough boyfriends
abused
lying
stealing
cheating
Dear Tina, you let that happen
Dear Tina, you thought that was love
Dear Tina, you shined like a diamond through that
Dear Tina you stood tall
Dear Tina, you could have failed
Dear Tina, you had rough friends
lying
back stabbers
two-face
Dear Tina, you grew from that
Dear Tina, you had rough days and years
kids gone because of lies
people telling lies
people making up stories
people being jealous
people running thier mouths
Dear Tina, you survived
Dear Tina you loved but he died
Dear tina you learned to move on
Dear Tina, you found love again
Dear Tina, you are happy
Dear Tina, you are loved
Dear Tina, you have a happy life
Dear Tina, sometimes life gets you down, but you never gave up even though you wanted to die
you got the help you needed
Dear Tina, I'm proud of you
Dear Tina, you came along way
Dear Tina, you growth so much over the years
Dear Tina, I love you.

bitter but better is the sunshine of never
all over
her body
are dead things and dragons
spiders and stabbers and
ink thorny anklets
calf-twisting vine lines
and thigh wanting roses
fingers paint black tips and
lovers cross black lips a
body
lain naked
her lies of love broken
her eyes leak of lust rust
a bat on her breast
she rises from rest
she sits up
and pulls  
a black SG onto her lap
and whispers
"more"

Stabbers take turns
First mom, then sister
Then sister, then brother
Even when I slide myself off
And hide myself in my life
It still hurts
Words that split my ears
And make me question who, what, where
Even when I shut it out
And smother it with verse
It still hurts
It seems like you all get along so well when I'm your target
I'll be the silence that keeps you all together
A common enemy
I know my place