My eyes hurt whenever I see what they have in their hands
It seems the treasures they have glow more than mine
If I could take what they have maybe I won't whine or demand
For my mother told me a boy should never be envious in life
As I was getting taller my resentment grew stronger and louder,
"I want to have what they want! They have the cleanest of luxury"
I was never raised to grasp rubies so I begrudge men with power
Whenever I want something they refused, so I grew up with envy
Now my hands can afford diamonds like everybody else
the satisfaction that I felt was all I yearned for these years
Looking back to where accessories were considered wealth
Senseless for me to think that not having earthly desires is what I fear
Now if ever I pass by an alley and a kid looks at me with jealousy
Three words to change his look, "Here's a candy"
So he could see that happiness shines more than jewelry
To the kids who were not given anything when they were young
you know what it feels like
everything you do
(and don't do)
will be interpreted
by your peers
for better or worse
whether true or false
You can't live without me,
You used to preach,
That life without me,
Wasn't one worth living.
So, tell me.
Why do you still draw breath?
Why am I on my own?
And you're not here!
I thought we would be together.
In this life and the next.
I miss you so much.
Why aren't you here?
I'm all alone.
I need you, please.
I can't do this by myself.
I know you have a new life now.
A new beginning.
A chance to start afresh.
But the day you decide,
To take a trip to the next life.
And be with me;
I will be waiting,
Right here. . .
Hand in hand,
Certain emotions go.
Like passion and envy,
Or anger and jealousy.
Like red and green,
They compliment each other.
Passion that fuels the envy.
Full of fire and frenzy,
The envy creeping in with tendrils,
A seething mass of resentment and desire.
Anger that provokes the jealousy.
Raging with pain and misery,
The deap jealousy pooling,
A grasping puddle of hurt and greed.
Oh, can I start again.
Will this time it will end up
with a song
with a sad poetry
Is that body already belong to somebody
that heart still lingers to a girl that I should envy.
I already forgot how to start
I can feel it in my chest
When I see her face
When I hear her name
If her face was mine
And my body was fine
Would you pull me up when I sink below the two metre diving line?
Doubt is a seed for envy
Doubt is a pesticide for love
Doubt is a bullet of jealousy
Doubt will ruin me
I wake filled with thoughts of you. Your portrait is my morning sun.
I want to say a thousand, lovely, kind, and heartfelt things to you but I am not master of words.
I would tell you that you are the greatest marvel of all ages, and I should only be speaking the truth.
You have been privileged to receive every gift of beauty from nature. As beauties cease to be so when near you.
My imagination carries me to you,
I grasp you, I kiss you, I caress you. A thousand of the most amorous caresses take possession of me.
I see you as I did yesterday, beautiful, astonishingly beautiful.
But I envy every word I write for they accompany your eyes and are closer to you than I.
How should I ever prove what my heart is to you?
How will you ever see it as I feel it?
When the darkness comes
and I unravel, undone,
I know only you will get me.
When I’m fully consumed
and swearing I’m doomed
I’m sure you’ll wish you never met me.
How can you give a ****
if you don’t know who I am
and all the stories that are my building blocks.
Take the time to cram,
assign roles of lion and lamb,
but apparently it’s a wolf now in these talks.
And the pictures were colour
yet all the same they seem black and white,
maybe they faded as they sure seem duller,
or maybe there’s just not enough light.
Everyone pulls away, I sadly know the drill,
it’s impossible to stay, or even just stay still.
Throwing punches and slanging slurs,
tell me is it impossible to draw a line?
I gave her a heart but she never gave hers,
I’m surprised she even wanted mine.
I’m stupid enough to keep my word
and foolish enough to keep a promise.
Dissecting and analyzing the absurd,
intelligence is the mortal enemy to total bliss.
why does she get what i want?
why is she always at the centre
without even trying?
she keeps quiet
and everybody flocks to her.
i go out of my way,
out of my comfort zone,
give my all,
at the end of they day,
she is always the one.
the one that everybody prefers.
i feel petty and worthless
and when envy rears it's **** head,
i'm the one in the shadows.
unnoticed and unloved.
what is it that she has that gets everybody to notice her that i don't have?
i feel so **** when i feel jealous. She's a good person but...