stormy-rain
misery, betrayal
Slapped with the horrible truth. No longer in denial. Truly enlightened... No longer the trusting, humiliated, abused fool...Completely, totally and irrevocably gutted by reality...over half my life wasted because of lies believed...30 years gone to never return...My want for you 2 soulless, narcissists? May you both get what you wish for...
On days like this, I wish she were here. I wish she was already asleep in my bed.
I wish that my sheets smelled more like her hair, and less like the mess that I left there instead.
How I wish, and I wish, like the stars she'd appear, every night, before my eyes, burning crystalline clear.
How I wish and I wish for our future my dear, for a setting in which we would ever draw near.
Yet alone every night only my voice I hear. As I question myself, have I've become what I feared?
Until dusk meets the dawn, wisper words in my ear. Say I miss you my darling, say I miss you my dear.
Nov 26, 2016
Nov 26, 2016 at 7:47 PM UTC
A crowd has gathered
in the home
of the unknown poet
a house of smoke
he calls it, but the poet
left for another affair
his gallant wife
descends the stairs
and shows no misery
while the guests read
his work sniffing
over their peer glasses
and with no regrets
whatsoever the poet's wife
drives a dagger deep
in her pale breast
as the poet is laughing
and dancing with ******
the guests at the table
place their orders.
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 8:06 PM UTC
They say time is money, but I’m getting broker by the minute.
Time to spend, time to **** a one way ticket
from tomorrow to today.
The past is getting thicker while the future’s looking slim.
The dawning of a new age, but the sun is getting dim.
I’m tired of it.
The clock turns and the pendulum swings
a metronome for the monotone
Straining their ear for when the fat lady sings
Tone deaf for the sounding alarm
hitting the snooze hoping to disarm
The bomb of lost seconds and hours
we don’t have time it has us,
dragging us along in a prison bus.
The sand’s slipping and slipping between our hands
Grasping nothing but air as the hours expands
A big bang of a moment to make the seconds last
We got pictures of a of life long gone in the past
Hold on to the memories cause time’s going fast
The future’s a fight but were losing all the time
When the hands start spinning and spinning and the bells chime.
Our shadows stretching longer and the moon changes face
We’re all running a race struggling to keep pace.
With tomorrow the reward that we’re all going to chase.
Tick tock the future is here
Time wasted with the end drawing near.
Keep running and running keep ahead of the pack
The past is the past so stop looking back.
Turning the days to weeks and the upcoming years
Success to failure and smiles to tears
What do you do when time’s coming for you
Fight back every moment
Stealing seconds at a time
The bell tolling our atonement
Making gains in our climb
But my pockets are empty and my wallet has nothing in it.
Because time is money and I’m getting broker by the minute.
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 4:36 PM UTC
**** you and ****
her.
And every tattoo you have
to celebrate your perfect
relationship.
I guess 8 months mean more to some people than an upwards
of 5 years.
"You are my favorite human."
"No matter where we go in life, I will always love you."
"You will forever hold the biggest place in my heart."
Who knew that such a pretty face could conceal
so many lies?
So please forgive me if I no longer
wish you the best.
Apparently you've already got it.
- R. H.
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 6:25 AM UTC
You defiled me
without a thought,
without a single touch
from your hand.
But somehow I felt you -
I still feel you.
And for as long as I live
you will hang above my head,
a noose woven through
with my name.
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 6:16 AM UTC
Mom left; the sight of you
was beginning to **** her.
But you held so
tight to a rope that
was burning through
your palms.
You called it "trying",
but all you wanted was
to drown her with you.
When she cut the weights
tied to her ankles,
you had the next pair
lined up for me,
"Dad loves you" inscribed
on each.
But I've found that
the term 'father' is not
synonymous with love.
I could fall into the arms
of a stranger, tell everyone
I know what love is.
You say I'm lucky,
that I got your green eyes,
but you and I will
never see the same.
Some days I'd rather I were blind.
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 6:14 AM UTC
And when you find
yourself wanting
me again,
look above and
see how wonderful
the stars are —that’s what
you have
lost.
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 6:02 AM UTC
"I see you everywhere. I see you in sentences inked blue on a crumpled paper napkin, in cars and buses caught in a traffic jam, in the perfect swollen shape of the moon. I see your image in the face of every person I meet: when the cashier hands me my change I am reminded of your long calloused fingers, when I pass by girls with tattoos on the nape of their necks I remember how it feels to kiss you there. Every laugh, every flesh, every smile is you trying to steal my breath away. I think: this is the opposite of forgetting. I scatter your memory to the empty winds, put you inside the pockets of strangers, force you to haunt me like a ghost. This is how I survive your absence. This is how I keep you, darling, so that you may never leave my world again."
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 6:00 AM UTC
It took one who was blind
To teach me how to see.
Someone who was cold
Thawed this heart in me.
I learned from the cruel
How to truly understand.
And when you walked away,
I learned to be my own man.
I learned from the lies
To recognize what is real.
From a stony hand,
I learn how to feel.
I have a new love
That reaches parts of me.
You never could touch.
You showed me who not to be.
You rode off into a bright and blue day.
I went into the dark to be saved,
You came back to lie to my face,
But I...
I Could not see past those trails that you blazed
And I'd...
I'd already found the love that I crave
You loose...
Now your head's in a haze.
Thing about it is -
The heart that you break is yours,
And the love that you take is from you.
The lies you believe are your own.
The suckerpunch you don't see coming
Is the very one you've thrown.
You know you were *****
You know you were wrong.
I am not judging.
But I wouldn't be in your shoes for long.
Why don't you go and blaze another trail.
You say it's different this time.
But just like all the other times,
What's not different is everything is different.
I am different.
The only thing that is the same is you.
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 10:26 AM UTC