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Mae Feb 13
Heartless
One heartless *****
I am
One
Heartless
*****
Staring at those words
Over and over
Their sharp edges cut
Heartless
Heart
Less
If I am less a heart
Why does it hurt so much?
Sticks and stones....?
When they chastise you for something you're not
eventually your protective walls will rot.
You begin to become the very thing you both feared,
a monster until the final shot.
Everyone says I have trauma,
But they don’t know a thing.
I always thought I didn’t do things by halves,
But I only do the last end of suffering.

There is no trauma there,
Should I hate to disappoint you?
(I don’t.)
Everyone thinks I have trauma.

And when I feel strong,
Is it ever good enough,
Or too much, too healthy?
Must I be faking,
Or am I just dissociating?
Everyone believes I have trauma.

There is no trauma back there.
Emma Jul 2019
How could you do that to him?
How could you do that to him?
How could you do that to him?
Those nasty, opportunistic girls,
Taking apart everything he had built
Undoing his hard work brick by brick
with their unnecessary pain.
Why should he pay for what was taken?
Why should any of them,
Hands linked in their chain
Of pitiless eyes and covering silence
Have to pay for their sins
it wasn’t like it was violence.
Oh, those girls with their words and their bleeding brown eyes
How dare they ruin the life of a good man
Hear his regret on the stage
How he dances so gracefully around admitting to making a mistake
How he glides over the abuse of those stolen young girls
They’re all just fine
We promise.
Brandon Brazel Sep 2018
Why do I let you mess with my head?
I’m always laying here clueless in bed.
Trying to think of things I can shred like Zed,
But we know it’s fiction,
That Pulp said he’s dead.
Maybe I should chill,
Pop another med,
But now I’m letting something else put me back in my head.
I’m stranded, lonely, I only know to put paper to lead.
To sum it up,
You ****** me,
Nuff said.
I have nothing to Else to say.
Äŧül Sep 2016
Yes you are right baby,
Your allegations are true,
I had done that previously too.

But was it something that I hid,
Had I not told you earlier,
Have I not been true?

Tele-tration was with you as well.
My HP Poem #1128
©Atul Kaushal
TERRY REEVES Mar 2016
THOU SHALT NOT BE MISERABLE - MAN-UP,
YOU HAVE AN OBSESSION WITH DEPRESSION,
HERE BEGINS THE LESSON - WHAT IS YOUR REASON?
WRITE DOWN YOUR GOOD THINGS - WHAT A SMILE BRINGS.

RESPECT YOURSELF, YOUR PARENTS AND FAMILY FOR ME,
DO NOT MAKE ACCUSATIONS, RATHER DECISIONS,
DO NOT DESIRE THAT WHICH YOU CAN NOT HAVE,
DO NOT COMMIT ****** AND THEFT - USE WHAT'S LEFT.

DO NOT DESIRE ANOTHER PERSONS DONKEYS, SLAVES,
CATTLE OR THEIR PARTNER - THREE OUT OF FOUR SHOUD BE OK,
I FORGOT THE HOUSE - YOU HAVE ONE OF YOUR OWN,
WHEN IT COMES TO ADULTERY - I DON'T WANT TO KNOW.

TODAY IS SPRING, I WANT TO HEAR WHAT MAKES YOU SING,
MAKE ME LAUGH, IF YOU SUCCEED - THE WINE I SHALL BRING.
Tess Calogaras Feb 2016
The head is an annoying place to be stuck upon.
Once known for knowledge;
its reputation no longer stands.
Left with sole stupidity
and wider jumps.
"What a fool"
she thought,
swinging off the edge.
Copyright 2016
Tessa Calogaras
You ask a question as if you already believe I am guilty.
I would never take something that doesn't belong to me,  and if I did,  I would ASK FIRST.
I especially do not take poetry.
I don't copy anyone else's work or imagination.
We are all family; each of us have a marvelous ability to delve beneath layers of ourselves by writing each section on paper.
Why would I borrow your layers when I have my own?  
Inspiration is not something a thief can steal
There is the ability to grasp what is around you and feel emotions intensely, or you have a mind that moves with waves of thought and logical calculations.
Borrowing someone's poetry and pretending it is yours reminds me of borrowing jewelry from friends.
You make think it makes you look good,  but trust me,  people can tell that it doesn't belong to you
Someone close to me is accusing me of stealing their poetry from high school.

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