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ummily Feb 2023
On scraps of paper
strewn about the house,
I catch a glimpse of your handwriting  
and it resurrects you from the dead.

Amongst the living,
I can hear your whistle  
as it echos in the hall  
and I remember how I thought that,
'one day, you would make a good dad'.

Amongst the living,
I forget for a moment
that you’re thirsty  
for my blood.  
and that dust now gathers
in the spaces  
where the blood used to flow.

Amongst the living,
I forget for a moment
that you’re haunting me.  
That you’re still here  
but I can’t speak to you.  

That your corpse still lies  
in the next room
Still.  
Tv blaring,
The smell lingers  
and it’s getting bad.  
my phone lights up with your name  

and I jump.

Amongst the living,
I remember  
that you’re only broken.  
I can see your smile
in my mind’s eye,  
Your freckles  
and how I used to count them.  
I wonder now
how much time I’ve spent  
staring at your face  
and how I knew our baby
would have those eyes too.
primal, astral, ancestral,
blue.

I loved you once
and for a moment,  
I remember.
KRRW Aug 2017
I hate the rain
I hate the sun
I hate the cold
even when it's gone.



I hate the pain
I hate the joy
I hate to feel
I hate those who feel!



I hate you!
I hate them!
I hate everyone!
I hate everything!


I hate myself.
You hate me.
Let's hate myself
together.



I hate that.
I hate that!
I hate the world!
I hate my world!
I hate your world!



I hate that car
that just passed by
I hate my neighbor
who've just passed by
I hate everything I see
on that window
I hate that window!
Close that window!
BREAK
that
window!

I hate that dog!
Whose dog is that?
I hate
whoever owns
that dog!
I hate them both!
I hate you!



I hate this bed!
I hate this pillow!
I hate this blanket!
I hate everything I see!



I love to hate.
I hate to love.
I'll just keep on hating
Because that's
what I am.


And I hate you!
I hate everyone
who'll read this poem.
I hate this poem!
I hate this poem!



I hate this poem!



But I loved
writing this poem.



Spread the hate!
Wink
wink
wink
window's broken
****
!
Written
17 November 2014

Copyright
© Khayri R.R. Woulfe. All rights reserved.
Jack Jenkins Mar 2017
Yeah, we're broken,
Torn apart and led astray,
Scarred by wounds you never see,
Jaded against the world and it's beliefs.

We are the misfit *******,
That keep loving through the pain,
Because we'll take the hits for the rest,
Because we know that we are the best.

So raise your bruised arms up high,
Let the world see your black eyes,
Cuz we know we're misfit *******,
And we're proud to bleed for you.
leinstinct Nov 2016
Nice job everybody
You managed to be cool
To follow social stigma
To become another fool
Let me applaud your achieved conquest
Let me tell you how proud I am
Another lingering pawn of the system
Another ******* without a life
elizabeth Aug 2016
I hurt.
You hurt me.
You took away my innocence.
How could you do this to a little girl?
I was so sweet and innocent.

But that was ripped away from me.
You cut into me with your lies like a knife.
You made me what I am.
How could you?

You will never know my pain.
You will never understand what you ******* did to me.
You will never understand anything.
Because I won't let you.
I won't explain myself to you.
I don't need to.
You took away my innocence.
My trust.
My happiness.
You took everything.
But I won't let you take the new light I've found.
I won't let your image cloud it over.
I won't let my ***** past form a fog over my new future.

You hurt me.
But guess what, *******?
I'm gonna get up,
and I'm gonna hurt you back.
August 12, 2016.
Wrote this today on BlindWrite. It's about my past, and the ****** who ******* with my head and messed everything up.
http://blindwrite.herokuapp.com/
Ron Gavalik Jul 2016
If you let the ******* get you down,
you deserve to be down.
It's that simple.
While the mad howl
into the void
of restless summer nights,
bad *******
sip cool drinks
in confident silence.

Bad *******
laugh when others weep,
feast when others hunger,
they **** long and deep
the angels others crave.

Bad ******* die
far more often,
worn from the continual fight,
broken by the drama
of never-ending
women.

In rebirth,
bad ******* learn
to wring out every last drop
of a whiskey flawed life.
Then and only then
do blood red skies,
that musky scent of wet ****,
or these typed words
have any real meaning
or significance.
Reflection.
Girlisonfire Jul 2014
Tell me if I'm wrong
Tell me if I'm right
Babe u know I love
I don't wanna fight

I call u ****,
I call u sucker
Still love you *****
U *******.

I have no words
I have nothing to say
But I have some swords
I can **** you with each day
Well, to be honest, I just made it all up, sounds sucky, but at least I tried lol
Edmond Guillaume Jun 2014
I’m going now,
I told you.
Your eyes were
heavy in the cold.
There on the platform,
only a shivering
embrace remained.
Our bodies united
against distance.
In a swarm of tears
and snow-speckled hair,
I brought my lips
to your ear and
whispered goodbye,
and that I love you.
Like a *******.
13 Apr 2014
There’s a time and season for every reason
no cookie bakes itself
cherries don’t burst on their own
cherries don’t burst *******!
a bottle doesn’t empty itself to full/fill
breaking clocks is a wonderful way to **** time
ironic glory hole of blood and glass
running out of test tubes, the ****’s too tight
****… reason!
INVEST!

Admiration is the state furthest away from understanding
pawns don’t need details
******* with teeth make ******* meaningful
smashing the cow softens it, …digest it well
meaning is derived from screening STD g string
of a starry eyed jail-bait that drowns in a sea of ******
obtuse and absolute are the only submissions
failure to comprehend results in *******
cuckolds worth….
IMPROVE!

Lexicon laxative
this antipathy won’t last
stimulate thinking with cankerous drinking
***** ***** need no season or reason
to drown ****** who never show
the tears of heaven that understood
misled admiration and adolescent aberration
that silently candle deplorable fornication
time stays unchanged
counting doesn’t prove progress in this game
falling short… half beat hesitation
ITERATE!
Posted on October 19, 2013

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