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Renee S L  Sep 2010
Faul
Renee S L Sep 2010
It is the first few freezing nights
that is when I miss you most

It is the first few fallen
dried dead leaves
that is when I miss you most

It is the blackberries, apples and yams.
that is when I miss  you most.

It is the foliage
it is the full moon.

It is the smell of warmth
flying up between each strand of hair

It is the nights where stillness
and sound
procreate


It is you,
who I miss the most.
Copyright Sept 15, 2010 by Renee S. Loren
Jordan Frances  Feb 2014
Versus
Jordan Frances Feb 2014
"Look in the mirror already
You're ugly, unattractive
And way too awkward
For anyone to give a **** about."

I step back, trying to whimper a reply.
All I can manage to stammer is
People like m--

"No, they don't"
She adds
"They just pretend like they do
So you don't flip out.
People don't like dealing with drama
And honey, you are drama.
People don't like fixing messes
And sweetheart, you make things messy.
You know you do."

I back down, submitting.
I think of a way to beat her
I go to the bathroom
Fix my unkempt hair
My crooked smile
My scarred and rigid skin
That has gotten that way from picking and cutting.

At this, she laughs.
"Try again, darling.
Pathetic doesn't even begin to describe you,
You worthless *******."

I face her, this time meeting her eyes.
But my voice still shakes.
I'm pretty
You know I am
I have something spe--

"No you don't, you little *****.
You're just a mediocre version of everyone else.
You have no talents.
The only thing you're good at
Is giving boys exactly what they want
Or letting them take it from you."

That one stings.
A tear rolls down my cheek
And she absolutely loves the defeat welling
Behind my bloodshot eyes.
My molestation was not my faul--

"But you could have stopped it, no?
Everything you do is a disgrace, and you know it.
You disappoint your parents
Your friends
Your teachers
Your family.
You are nothing.
No one will ever want you.
No one would give two *****
If you dropped dead right now.
They'd actually appreciate it."

This series of "you can't"'s
Gives me a sudden shock wave of confidence
Or is it bravado?
I glare at her square in the face
And say, with no stutter
Don't you dare ******* tell me
That no one would miss me if I died.

I said it, and it shut her up for a while.
Now the next step is
For me to bring myself
To really believe those words.
Guled Hanad Omar Feb 2016
Time my friend, you are faul but fair.
You want less of us but more,
You want more of those but less,
You always want but never need yet you transgress.

                                                  
Love, pain and greed. That defines mankind today, time is not on our side but this is life they say, they claim, they do and a game they play.

Disproportionate is time for it gives more to some and less to others.
Disproportionate is life as it carries on with the breeze like a dandelion
Kgomotso RCS Jul 2017
Sinking / Dripping in drudgery and drinking ..
You..  
Away..  



/ I don't drink but that sounded cool to say /
You've infiltrated my soul with hate /
and now I'm left wondering what's my fate?  /
Gradually letting go of my grace/  
as I flick the ash from my blunt on the ash tray / ..

Carried out and falsely branded now /
by the words that stained the air after coming out of your mouth /
Leaving and letting go of how it all sounds /
cause "I'm not winter or summer but autumn after the leaves fall out ? " / right?  Cause thats what it feels like when the cards are laid down / and your behaviour starts to get faul / after I call you out  /
It's all a cycle of immaturity and toxic chaos ,no doubt / but you can't leave me, now? Can you ? /
You'd hate to feel man handled and strangled by all THAT sadness.
Joe davis  Jan 2018
Legion
Joe davis Jan 2018
We are the beautiful
the forgotten and lost
screaming feeding and blissful
Damnation the cost

we are the wicked
the faul and unclean
bringing forth sorrow  
And atrocities  unseen

Content in our malice
Our home is macob
Using blessed hatred
To finish the  job

we are the prideful
the finished and gone
Leaving only the sobbing
Like a ever looping song
Joe davis  Jan 2018
legion
Joe davis Jan 2018
We are the beautiful
the forgotten and lost
screaming feeding and blissful
Damnation the cost

we are the wicked
the faul and unclean
bringing forth sorrow
And atrocities unseen

Content in our malice
Our home is macob
Using blessed hatred
To finish the job

we are the prideful
the finished and gone
Leaving only the sobbing
Like forever looping songs

— The End —