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I'm your other half
Your better half
How come you don't hear me
I take what you say to heart
It hurts, but I push through it
To find the truth
You must fear it
But why say you love me
When you don't stand for me
Abandonment is you
So why are you so high?
An addict, abuser, childish user
At least stop saying you're fairer
That lie hurts too
I name the lie
And all you have is a swat
You are violence
Where is your love?
I will cut you off if I have to
So that I may breathe with those who have affection
And you may asphyxiate
And hurt no more
Don't read this part if you want to perceive this poem as being solely about everyday romantic relationships.

Why do they always say I don't listen when I've always listened?

Why do they say I'm a hypocrite when I've already asked that of myself, I've doubted first, to know - why do they not doubt, when they don't know?

I sought truth at all costs. They're just afraid of losing their worldview, their illusions.

If that's the case, the least they can do is stay out of my way.

The holy man is his own harshest critic. Why do they think they are blameless? Why call themselves so loving, when all they have is excuses and a lack of care for those who are unloved?

I want to help and discuss, they want to hurt and silence. It's in the intention, and the soul, it's a choice. They claim to be good, and that I'm not.

I consider them insane.
Ithaca Aug 2019
The more you share,
The more they care.
The louder you cry,
The greater they try.
The faster you run,
The quicker they follow.
And once you are done,
You’ll lose faith in tomorrow.
wonderwall Aug 2019
something in the way you speak
or maybe the way you smile
and even then,
I never ever thought,
that falling for you
is the hardest thing
I never meant to

suddenly,
you're everywhere,
every single dreams,
everything I ever want myself to be

and when the clock keeps ticking
you're just out of nowhere

-wonderwall-
Rebeca Aug 2019
I've been dreaming about a girl
With silver hair and icy eyes,
With pink lips and good vibes,
With the softest smile and skinny thighs...
She was the sun ray that kissed your face
After the cruel winter haze.
She was the gracious lioness,
Almost like a royal Highness.

But she was just a con
Because, c'mon ,
She told me she loved me,
That she'll never leave me
And then I woke up and she was gone
And I was left alone from dusk 'till dawn.
When you think you just found your true Happiness, then Life waltzes in and gives you a good slap.
Mystic Ink Plus Aug 2019
सत्यकोपनि
असत्यकोपनि
भेदभाब गर्नेकोपनि
नगर्नेकोपनि
समाचार लेखेर
खाउ
चेलीबेटी बेच्नेको कथा
नबेच्नेकोपनि
समाचार लेखेर
कमाउ
शैली : अवलोकन
विषय: जो बोल्छ उही छुच्चो
A Simillacrum Jul 2019
take a poor, fat, spiced chocolate kid
from its welfare house
put it in a program with rich kids,
tell it it can be just like that,
if it learns critical thinking,
logical reasoning, communication,
and problem solving.
can it?

[falls asleep in a dumpster]
no one accounted for the rest of the hillbilly family.
school officials build a false sense of equitable hope,
and wear their badges with a flair of pride.
guess what i learned at school today!
not now, hon, we're watching dr. phil.
then, it's my 600lb life.
then judge judy.
then house hunters.
then the price is right.
then
False Poets Jul 2019
the sweetest things to say

grizzled and grumpy,
old poets,
be wary, woman
they know all
the sweetest things to say

they know to use them too,
so well, beware their wellness,
waters cooling they will sprinkle
in your holy places,
willingly make your wells
refreshed

they are excellent
woman whisperers,
wise in the ways to talk-take
you inside, out of the sun,
and make you over heated,
nonetheless

just in the way exact
you truly see yourself,
granting the wishes you don’t tender
to anyone else, but the whispering angels,
hear all you want and grant you completions
in the way they say
the sweetest things

pity them, they have the insight,
the split tongue, to inside you
inside out, from outside they’ll come,
seeking all you have,
your inner wealthy they want,
not for greed, or useless using
not one bit

they
the sweetest things to say,
they
cannot help themselves,
the tricks they employ but tools
to satisfy the mutual melds
where need meets and the ganglia
intertwine and the synapses,
your mutual fireworks, explode,
in wine reds, blue sapphires, whiter diamonds,
ah the bejeweled colors of their words,
sugar cane and sweet *** perfumes to
persuade,
save,
themselves over and over
to know the love of the woman

was why the creator created them next to last,
for he saved them,
for his greater creation,
woman


so keep them too close and far away,
for when they knocking come,
you will surrender sense and speech,
in payment for

the sweetest things they say,
I love you,
meaning every syllable true
Hanna C S Jul 2019
So call me the false prophet,
As I spin lies for us both to believe,
As skilled as the spiders I'm scared of;
Watch as I weave a web just for you,
My Baby Blue -
Believe it's custom made;
It's you, It's you, It's you,
I'll be your holy trinity,
Sit tight on your pedestal
And I'll make it spin;
Take you round and round
The usual circles.
I know these roads well,
So I drive them fast
I love the speed as it makes you sick;
I'll wait till your dizzy in the rush of it
Love-sick with the smell of it,
And then I'll ***** you up.

So call me the false prophet,
As I spit sweet sentiments,
And fake futures.

Baby you should have known better,
Why would a person like me,
Change for a person like you?
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