You feel better about yourself? In how you beat me down?
Does it make you feel happy when you smash my feelings to the ground?
When you disregard my efforts and in sorrow make me drown…
The hate spills out your mouth, like when you’ve eaten something fowl… spitting and spewing, cleansing the bad taste from your lips..
what have I even done to deserve this?
I do the work, I push the grind, with merely a millisecond to unwind..
but when it comes to payday, all I’ve seemed to earn is this?
Then what’s this for? Why this day? Tell me, when does the hatred go away?
When will you cleanse the hate and rude dismay?
So we can learn to love one day…
Mar 26, 2025
Mar 26, 2025 at 4:22 PM UTC
You tear me down, and I pretend that its ok…
The weight of your words distaining my soul,
like a Marxist sewing sorrow…
The thoughts of this pain… tomorrow will they wain?
Its funny how the sorrow has a certain comedy about tomorrow…
Will it be better?
We waiver to ourselves, all the while we put our boundaries on the shelves…
I long for love, and one that’s unconditional…
but concealed is the stupid, for true love must be merely fictional…
By the mere fraction of dissatisfaction and let the folly fly!
Because I know, for I am a guy, so my feelings matter not…
So let the hatred soppers sop, like the lunch rush at your deli shop!
Let the fighting rue the day!
Send that hatred straight my way!
While I shelve another boundary hoping tomorrow will be ok…
Jan 26, 2025
Jan 26, 2025 at 7:09 PM UTC
A house, a home, a family, of this you say you dream..
even aloft, once long ago,
since a young lass upon 13…
Oh marry ways, the fruitful days,
of which the masses would lay claim…
The wonderful type, of the family life,
alas,
exclusively,
betrothed in fame…
So I struggle hard,
and I worry harder,
In life’s en vogue, mais toujours scénarisé,
We sign the charter, I play the martyr,
Leading the charge while you talk down to me…
Be a man, be tough, be proud,
They whisper, nay, proclaim aloud!
While you’re coddled ripe, and spoiled rotten,
I’m covered in blight, spoiled, and rotten..
My cries, they carry,
my echos forgotten,
A whisper one would say…
But if I’m closing my eyes, and and you got your way,
Guess I’m the one who died that day…
Apr 24, 2024
Apr 24, 2024 at 2:45 AM UTC
I didn’t say you did something wrong,
I didn’t say my pain is gone,
I didn’t say you’d do me wrong,
But the words I say all come out wrong,
I didn’t say you would cause me hurt,
I didn’t say you would make me dirt,
I didn’t say you wouldn’t put me first,
But the words I say only seem to cause hurt,
I know your trying and I know you are pure,
I believe you when you say you’re here,
To love and laugh and be with me,
But my anger is all you seem to see,
I didn’t mean for it to come out wrong,
Or say that I sing the heartbreak song,
Just want you to know and want you to see
There is a better side to me than jealousy...
Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 12:02 PM UTC
Poetic justice is just so poetically just, only just, poetically, to the unjust....
Aug 13, 2019
Aug 13, 2019 at 6:10 PM UTC
Ghosts of past creeping through the floor like a tethered memory you cannot shake,
Echoes from the past that ripple through time
Like a stone cast aloft into a perfect midnight pond,
Regret is a cold shudder that pulses down your spine, like the tingle that you get when a ghost whispers in your ear,
The past is set lay paved in stone to an artist we call life,
But the futures still a riddle that is pondered here by all,
A puzzle that can break and twist and flip and fly and soar you high above, a puzzle that can beat and break and smash **** you straight into the mud,
Leap with care but soar with ease do not do not merely flutter, for life is gonna spoil you, one way or another...
Aug 13, 2019
Aug 13, 2019 at 12:53 PM UTC
The monster has a grip on you like a fiendish dog that ravished a piece of feral meat
Gripping all of you, holding tightly to your soul
The things you say, the things you do are actions not from self,
but like a puppet you obey
Twisting, turning and moulding you into something rather dark
the puppet master make you say, the puppet master make you do, but none of these that make you you,
your thoughts are rather twisted like a puzzle not yet solved,
I peer a glimpse of you and you say you will be fine,
I hear the things the words you say that remind me of the time,
but the time has fluttered across the sea and the memories they still fade
I hope one day you break away and the puppet master meets swift demise
But until that day, in every way,
I slowly but surly die inside
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 10:40 PM UTC
I punch and fight and
Jab and kick,
I use mean words and
Each one sticks,
I draw my sword and
Stab in deep,
It’s a fight to the death and
I play for keeps,
A twisted battle and
The end is near,
I fight with anger and
Have no fear,
A final blow and
Lost all wealth,
But it’s an endless battle
When your fighting yourself.......
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 2:45 AM UTC
I don’t know how to say it, but I love you with my heart
I don’t know how to show it, and its tearing me apart
I know I love you and I know it’s true, I know that the person that I want is you
I have demons inside that are waging constant war, like the persistent bitter cold that attack a cabin door
I have been truly hurt and it’s something that I hide, a shameful ***** demon that I cover up with pride
I want to let you in and I want to love your soul, but the demon like the cabin is coveted in cold
He rears his head and says the meanest things, I want to try and fly away but the fire clipped my wings
I feel like a monster and I regret the things I say, ill do or make or show anything to try and make you stay
I try and try to fight with him and one day I might win, and maybe when the demon goes I can finally let you in
He won’t say mean things or bark and shout, he won’t be an ******* when he comes out
He won’t put you down or make you cry, I can let you in and ill **** well try
But once you’re in my damaged soul I’m scared that you will see, that the demon I had fought so long……….
that demon he was me.......
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 10:43 PM UTC
My boat had kept a sail in this tempered sea of life,
tossing and turning like a child awake at night,
I’ve kept afloat and rowing hard fighting with all I got,
wishing hoping that one day my boat might just take flight,
Then a new breeze hits and something caught my eyes,
It’s like this life just taunted me with a wonderful surprise,
You whisper hi and flash a smile and my boat began to shake,
I row on hard to see the prize it looks like a row I may just make,
I’ll row the very sea that tried to make me break,
As long as this is not a dream and I get to hold you when I wake....
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 3:06 PM UTC