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goldie quartz Sep 2024
when did you turn bitter
was it when she touched you
spun lies you couldn’t reject

or did you turn bitter long before
when love felt like a slice of lemon
dripping on an open wound

was the pain of losing me so great
that you’d rather give up
before fighting for what’s left

did you turn bitter before you broke my heart
or did you turn bitter
after
when i broke yours
with lies as easily spun as hers
In a lightless grave of my own creation, I lie cold and motionless, waiting to be freed.
There is no sign of hope; everything is fading away. 
What more can I do?
I've done all I can to free my ****** soul from the inferno of hell, yet here I burn in my solitude, where only darkness keeps me company. 
 
Maybe I shouldn't have given up your memory; then I might have known a little peace. 
But you chose to move ahead and left me behind, a prey for the wolves. 
You ripped my heart out and left me bleeding to die, and now I'm cold and motionless. 
It was you who pushed me into the abyss and didn't even care to look at my blood-soaked body. 
So why are you here now, haunting me even in my death?
Why don't you just vanish like you did before and let me be one with the Oblivion?
QueenOfTheAshes Aug 2024
I barged in and faked a smile
I could have bet on a little dime
That I was promised, I was cherished
But all I ended up being was
Perished.

You let me down and dug the ground
Built a grave and made no sound
Smirked at me like a filthy hound
Can you blame me now
For wanting him to drown?

And so I did the same
Dug the ground underneath his
Pool of shame.
The water so comforting
Against him seems to be plotting.

Look at me and don't lie
I wanted you to die
And you did the same and I bet
That you're still caught in the same net.
Blessing Thabane Aug 2024
Healing taught me everything,  
now I walk without a crutch.  
Detached and free, I’ve let you go,  
two middle fingers up, no need for much.

People come and people go,  
like shadows in the dusk.  
Trust is earned, but once it’s lost,  
two middle fingers up, I’m no longer hushed.

No pedestal to lift you high,  
no tears left to fill my cup.  
You were just a fleeting thought—  
two middle fingers up, I’ve had enough.

Janie played his twisted games,  
but now I see it plainly.  
He’s just a chapter I’ve closed for good—  
two middle fingers up, so long to Janie.

You'll do what you will, regardless.
I don't need to hold you near,
And I'm free with nothing to fear,
two middle fingers up. Timeless.

I stand alone, but I'm at peace,
no weight upon my chest.
*******, kindly. I've moved on,
Now I live my best,

You raggedy *****,
Go be someone's baggedy.
The poem is about the rage one experiences on a healing journey. The fire to burn it all down and the grace to rebuild.
Morgan Howard Aug 2024
I sit on a dusty shelf.
The days go by,
And I watch the children play.
I am sad and alone.

But one day,
A child notices me.
They notice my beauty and elegance.
They carefully carry me down from the shelf.
I now have a friend.

Months pass.
I spend time with my friend every day.
But suddenly,
They drop me on the ground.
My fragile glass skin is cracked.
I am broken.
My friend sees my shattered state,
But they do not care.
I am no longer beautiful in their eyes.
They leave me there.
I am alone again.
Asmita Ray Aug 2024
Do you feel my pain?
Do you feel my rage?
Each time I strongly abstain,
From pushing you away in a gilded cage.

Burning splinters of my heart, now decorate
Your loving memories with disdain.
My feelings wax and wane,
When I see you again.
Lucas Grant Aug 2024
Concentrated anger finds me between the symmetrical collision of clocks,
Two matte black hands reaching for my neck as the hull of my ship crumbled under the weight of a restless consciounce , drowning in secluded tears by empty knowledge docks
Silenced by superiors to a point that my forced vow of tranquility deprived me of my sight
Still asking for your thought process and what gave you the right
Listing my flaws and making them public
Constant thoughts you had in happier times no longer remained unpublished
Spilling secrets at private parties knife to my neck a notoriety still tarnished if you aim for the head
Only burning my reputation to avoid a longer sentence, openly confessing unrequited sympathy
For the witness
The accused
The guilty
You called me all but the prosecutor
A title stolen so untimely by hands of crimsen, deep eyes of green and and a mind so emotionally refined you seemed unperturbed by the ****
How?
Pushed off the bridge of sighs,
Reasons in the plenty
Imagined a 1000 times,
Granted one final look at my tarnished memory
Signed off with a kiss and two crosses by its side the culpable apparently on nobodies mind but the name liberte the only one on mine
The sense of betrayal when turned on by a once friend but they antagonise you so know one suspects the real villain
Bowedbranches Aug 2024
I can't handle
This web
You've got me tangled
Up in

Still feel
As if
My stomach's
getting pumped  

Oh, I wish you could win my
Fuggin' trust back
But  its  tragic
You say
You. dont. want. to
Win it back
Quit getting upset
Because I don't see that happening


You claim I come up
Assumptions
Come to find out
Your secrets are
gut wrenching

So I'd rather not unpack here
Or uncover anymore,
She can clean out
Your closet next time

I can take a hint
............

I'm trying to take the hint
.......

But it's like I've  just been body slammed
4K
KN Aug 2024
The slithering snake slid swift and slow
Past my ear and into my mind,
Shrank to a seed as sharp as crystal snow
And grew to close my ears, and eyes blind .

Woe became to me a pleasant friend
And smeared shame upon my body,
After a bath of stone and cement
And common eyes beguiled at my misery.

I walked on salt, after the sores from broken glass
Knowing the gift of agony is matched in cursing ecstasy,
Why worry in ceremony about superseding onus?
Why smile in agony about the coming bliss here indefinitely?

Light came and bathed me with honey
And flowered beneath my feet a fine feather,
Light watered my eyes to like an open curtain
And the common eye repulsed my treasure.
Kewayne Wadley Aug 2024
I am an immigrant
lost in a foreign land.
lost in the language.
Abandoned in the promise of home.
Sacrifice wells its tears in the eyes.
Alone, further the thought sits in.
The breaking of trust twists
and turns in the chest.
Not a soul to turn to.
Not anything reminiscent of home.
The thought of your name brand new.
A place my dreams could roam free.
Stuck in the anticipation of being
a part of you.
I've wandered the streets of your name.
Ambition, now lost and afraid.
Once eager to climb the ladder of your
streets.
In truth all of it was a dream.
Your kiss now dried, now hallow.
Your hand now chipped and flaked.
I've told you my truths
My dreams.
You've turned a blind eye.
Swallowing me in your cracks.
Forever lost in the dark
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