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shatteredpoet Jan 15
i hate writing about
the things you did to me
because as i'm sitting here
bleeding out from
the wounds you plastered
on my skin
treating my body as if it was
your personal
practice canvas,
you are going about
your life as if you
didn't permanently
make my mind so
******* fragile

so i refuse to
bleed your name
through each and every
one of these pages
i refuse to let you
think after all these
years you still have
power over me
Bitter anger and confusion
like vinegar
won't stop love from flowing.
They are both liquid
coursing together
through the great channels
carved by passion.
When dammed,
these too overflow.
I must, somehow, create culverts
and new places to go.

Trigger Warning- contains self harm
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I hate to think that I've caused so much pain
To my poor family when I slit at my vien

I had so much anger and sadness and grief
To be stuck in my ways and not turn the leaf

As I cry myself to sleep each and every night
I had so much little in me to fight

Constantly tired of feeling this way
And feeling like dying every **** day

Hating my self with all of my passion
From my head to my toes, to my hair to my fashion

Feeling worthless with nowhere to belong
A sunny day in which I would long

Yet it was constant storm and frost everyday
And cut after cut because I thought I needed to pay

For the damage I've done and broke in my path
What I felt for myself was such strong wrath

And that's how I felt not so long ago
It was **** and pain, my self esteem low

But trust me, dear
You can continue from here

And move on today
Instead of this hate where you stay

For I have survived
After this war, I am still alive

So what I'm saying is that your story cannot end
These broken pieces of yours, they can still be mend.
This is an incredibly raw poem that I didn't think I'd post.
Jealously
an evil seed
that eats away
the heart
it rises in me like a quiet tide like a
rushing, swelling feeling that sets me
fit to burst that fills me up and wells out from
underneath my ribs and spills right over into
my lungs and drowns my heart in its
siren call of violence and
in this moment i find that

i cannot fight it

because in this moment, they deserve the anger
they deserve the blood

and yet, they also deserve
nothing

and so i
rage and fury and frustration that builds with the red hot taste of a million suns
that fills my gums and worms it's way under the beds of my nails, slides through my skin and twists it's way around my heart
hardening it
giving me teeth and claws and skin of iron and the courage to run run run and then i can

pounce

i will rip into their bodies with words like knives
teeth that tear and rip and shred
i will bite their bones until they break
lodge my claws deep in their lungs
pull out their hearts and i will eat them

i am hungry
so so hungry

and now these men and their hearts-of-war
their fat coin purses with strings pulled tight

they have fallen to the beast

the one that they created

raised to be their downfall

(they have eaten my own flesh, drunk the marrow from my bones and watched me eat from the palms of their hands while i bled out

and so now i will devour their bodies
feast on their meat as they did on mine)


and so i will slink away into the shadows
i will draw back in my claws and teeth
hide my hard heart and shining steelskin
and put on the mask to hide my ravenous eyes

but i will be back
my hunger is never slaked, my belly never full
i will gorge on the hearts of those
who thought i would never come for them

i am the creature
i am the war
i am hunger
famine
pestilence

i
in the end
am anger

and i
am

you
we children have lead our lives on diets of all too familiar post apocalyptica and the feeling of rage burning hot through our stomachs, magma at our cores. one day, we will erupt.
My life is a virtual battlefield
complete with hidden traps inside my house.
Chairs and walls
Coarsely blown to bits
By verbal bombs,
and stark fists full of shrapnel.

Behind that simple smile
With Semblance of solid love,
Lies a ripened mine field
Easily shaken.
I walk on tiptoe
And still it erupts under
My calloused feet,
Unprovoked.
Transforming my coloured space to grey
My sacred sanctuary to scarred terrain.

Spears lodged inside ribs
I peel myself from the ground
Shaking off soot,
Waiting for the dust to settle
Before I march forward, again.

I lose the battles
But I will win this war.
Reminded me of the song by Pat Benatar, "love is a battlefield"
But again, hate seeps in as well.
meqan 2d
anger tends to creep up silently,
much like a cat would to its prey.

anger dwells in the pit of your stomach,
slowly eating away all other emotions.

it steals your happiness, your pride,
your everything.

until you’re nothing more than
a ball of anger and sadness.
free verse poem.
Yeah I’m a bit insane
A bit off line
Walking a line
Trying to keep steady and feet heavy
But **** you make it hard to understand
I’m not choosing
So if you make me, then you’ll lose
Not some **** “duck,duck, goose”
Is it too much to ask or to beg?
Actually I got another better way to say
I’ll work and I’ll fight for everything I want and can’t have
To not live, to aim, to please
I will aim to cease
Any name whom shall try to cut me
Go ahead, take a blow at me
See my feet still heavy?
No, actually I love me
Just like you
You look in the mirror who else you gonna run to
Too many demons you gravitate to?
Okay now jump the tracks, I want my life back.
“F*k” you, where the love at?
©Jessica Stull
Confused by encounters
Austin 3d
You are the repulsive maggot tunneling and consuming through a festering corpse.

Your emotions, mean nothing.
Your opinions and ideologies, mean nothing.
You are nothing.

You are the leech that greedily latches on to others. Hastily ripped from the host and flung to the dirt where you belong.

Your actions, mean nothing.
Your experiences, mean nothing.
You are nothing.

You have nothing.

One day the time will come that you will become the festering corpse that will breed more maggots into the world.

Wasting away until you are nothing but a stain where your body once was.

Forgotten.
People are most dangerous when they have nothing to lose.
Ammar 3d
Who am I trying to lie to?
I told you I've forgiven myself
I've told my psychiatrist I've moved on
I've told my friends I don't blame myself anymore
I've even told myself that I'll do good.

But deep down, that's all just garbage
I still reminisce those moments
I still punish myself
I still have not let go
And everything still kills me.
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