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Hello Daisies Aug 24
You know
People are selfish
And they continue to hurt me
And you could say why not talk to them?
Explain or try?
There's never a point
In trying

They'll start denying
They'll start crying
To your face
While lying
Never making
A real effort
Never bothering
they can't afford
To change

Selfish in exchange
For my hurt feelings
Every single person.
I was born too kind
That's my issue
And it's not
Some kind of self pity
Tissue

It's true
I am not perfect
By no means
I've hurt others
Who didn't deserve it
I've made amends
I made effort
showed changed behavior
showed I savor
Making them
Feel better

Nobody
Does the same
Every one is to blame
Small or big
They hurt me
With a grin
They are selfish
Careless
And
Inconsiderate
I'm so tired
I might consider it

Being alone
Letting my anger show
Telling them all where
To ******* go
Letting go
For once
Not being nice
Being selfish
Like every other
*******
Guy

How can you all lie?
How can you all say you try?
And deny
With such a look
In your eye
You don't mean it
You cut me
I'm still bleeding

You are all wielding
The knife
This cold little life
You all play
Like it's a game
You're never to blame

Look inward
You selfish little flames
Burning out soon
Like a lying
Cheating groom
Figuring out
Your next
Move

Look inward
And see
Being selfish
acting carelessly
Gets you nowhere
Well maybe in this life
It'll get you somewhere
Desire is like fire you know
It burns out
Ashes are cold
And alone

So wherever you think you'll go
Remember you reap what you sow
You all told me I'm hard to hold
No,
I think it's you
You're all
Going to be
Lost in the cold

Never looking twice
At your own
Souls
I'm tired
Delyla Nunez Jan 20
Her name is heaven,
Saint-like,
Yet she was wanted.
Her impurity shown with every comment,
Her façade being poked and prodded by myself.
Yet I had lost,
Not just myself,
But you.
Screaming into the chest of my coworker,
Saying you loved her.
What does your love mean?
madison curran Aug 2021
when I say last year I hit an all time low,
I mean that I spent two hundred and eighty nine days without sunlight,
I’ve never known a rose to grow immersed in eternal night -
auctioned off my heart for the gift of sight,
I wonder how long I’ve lived my life blinded by the rose tinted glass?
false love will have you struggling to distinguish between gold and brass.
I draw out the sequence.
your palms met her flesh,
my reflection in the mirror is reduced to ash.
I feel my heart hit the floor,
blood stains in the carpet - proof that love does not live here anymore
next time just wrap them around my neck,
I get the same hand of cards
out of every single deck.
from love,
suffocating, choking,
that is the only sensation I have come to expect,
you know that better than me,
extinguished every fire set to your trees,
don’t you remember?
she left everything around you to burn,
choked on all the smoke,
still you fixated on all the ember,
if this body was ever not hollow,
I wouldn’t remember.
two hundred and eighty nine days,
I spent treading in the shallow,
moulded my existence out of clay just to fill another persons shadow.
don’t cheat, walk away. </3
Lukai Mar 2021
The cries, the screams
Ripping out the hearts
Of innocent souls
Tearing them to pieces
The chilling smile,
The evil laugh
The periodic lies  
Repetion
Repetion
Killing anything in his path
Making any joyful thing die
Painting roses with the blood of his victims
Drawing them in with a sinister act
Acting as if you care
But destroying them
Repetition
Repetition
No sense of feeling
No appeal for emotions
Throwing around the
"I love you"s
Eroding Trust
Creeping into minds
and Hurting Everyone
Regardless
Of who they are
And if the victim escapes....
Well....
They'd wish they were dead.
The actions of
my serial killer .
~
Traveler Oct 2020
Please don’t block me
For what I’m about to write
You need to know the truth
About me and your poetic wife...

Oh! it was just an innocent poem
Well, maybe more then a few
Nothing personal
Nor ****** in nature
Nor poetically lewd
It's just...
Her aesthetic covering
I can see right through!

Her words
So soft, sweet and sensual
I crave her lasting continuity
Into my being into my soul
She flows so fluently!

Forgive me Sir
For my part in hellopoetry’s role
If she were mine I would take it real slow!


Sincerely Traveler Tim
Sarita Aditya Verma Inspired this writing!
Dedicated to all you  married Poetess.
Starry Aug 2019
Jay
Dear J**
You cheating waste of
Human DNA
And other cheaters
You do more damage then good
Like criminals
Karma is out to get you
Doenning Jun 2019
Heartbroken, cut open,
Your knives stuck in my back.
Misspoken, I'm chokin',
Trying to get my life on track.

Dark places, many faces,
Where I've been and what I no longer see.
Make haste, and go away,
This depression I'm in is killing me.

You model, men ogle,
You're no longer what I fell in love with.
I toggle, and down a bottle.
This alcohol is a poison's kiss.

My heart turns to stone when our eyes meet.
I'm frozen here in place.
Deep red blood now turns to ice,
Flowing through these veins.

Your memory, I'm not forgetting,
I dream of you when I don't try.
I can't erase you, you're haunting,
Me, and I can't live my life.

I resist, yet you persist,
To linger in my state of mind.
I'm not happy, you've stabbed me
In the back two years ago in time.

You cheated, I felt defeated,
My world collapsed around me.
Our photos, deleted
But my mind still won't leave me be.

My heart turns to stone when our eyes meet.
I'm frozen here in place.
Deep red blood now turns to ice,
Flowing through these veins.

Your beauty, shoots through me,
But you're a cancer inside.
You're looming, you've doomed me.
See the pain in these eyes.

I've tried, and I've cried,
Too many tears in the time you've been gone.
It's humiliating, and complicating,
Everything still feels so wrong.

I've fought, and I've sought,
My demons, and anyone for help.
I'm rearranged, and I'm changed,
Not for the better because you've made my life Hell.

My heart turns to stone when our eyes meet.
I'm frozen here in place.
Deep red blood now turns to ice,
Flowing through these veins.

Medusa...
This is a "poetic" version of how I feel after being cheated on in a 4 year relationship.

I haven't seen her in person since the break-up, and I hope that time never comes.
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