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Victor Esekwe Feb 15
You want a cocktail?
I'll brew you a classic.
Crushed seeds of indignation- fermented.
Fresh fruits of strife, discord and distrust- juices squeezed.
A sprinkle of tasty gossip.
Don't forget the right amount of hate.
All mixed in the chalice of anger.
Serve with toppings of harsh words,
On a tray of insensitive action.
But if you so desire the revenge special,
That is best serv'd cold.
As humans we often have troubles, but most are a result of our actions.
Ian Robinson Feb 10
It has been awhile
Since the last clash
I used to be just a child
And now that I can stop them
I choose to let the brash battles,
Like the ones at the bulge, push on

I'm not going to babysit adults
She stands and yells, he sits and antagonizes
It's aggravating and agonizing
They like to drop bombs
It's getting agitating to see such polar opposites
Fight
Especially over small things
Like the computer chair
Sorry I haven't been posting lately
دema Feb 4
Am I upset?
No, I don't think so.

I think the best way to describe how I feel towards you right now
is to buy a ******* useless vase, instead of adding it to the rest of your collection of useless stuff down in the basement, use it as a decoration, give it life and purpose and make a pretty flower grow in it, every now and then water it, clean the mess it makes, heck-- even take selfies with it. Next, I want you to unwillingly do the following:
put this vase on an ad on Craig's list, give it for free to someone who is on the same continuum of uselessness. Done? ok, now go break that ******* vase. What? You can't? It's not yours anymore? How does THAT feel? Do you feel upset? Angry? Confused? No, you feel helpless. Well now you know how your friendship feels like and what your friendship means. Not cool. We aren't cool. Don't make me break you, it won't fix you into becoming someone I need.
دema Feb 4
you make me mad,
out of mind,
you make me want
to lose my
**** over you, but
no thanks,
you aint **** anyways.
Ndumbi Dec 2018
I roughed up my uncle today
Looked him in the eye half fearless and said
I dont care if you curse and spurt out jinxes at my fate
That wont stop me for a minute from pounding your face
Just you dare place a finger on my mother
You'll discover you hadn't a nephew but a monster
I  gazed into the face  of sunlight
it glowed  like a Ray of hope
The warmth  soothed  doubts
The wind  blew a gentle breeze through my ear.

I  wandered up the woodlands with  a troubled heart
My spirit was slowly sinking
Drowning
I  struggled  to see the signs
Thoughts of  hopelessness
I  was sinking  furious and fast.
I refused to see it
Often denied it.
I fought like cat and dogs.
To keep  myself a float
The Hardships
The feeling  of being crushed to point
I couldn't go on.
Tears  filled my pillow
In fact it rained constantly
The truth was I felt all. Alone.
I only felt safe among the birds trees
The  stillness of  beauty
In fact that is were the secret memories
Of  bonding began.

Were did it all go wrong.
Didn't I give you enough attention.
What happened to you.
To make you treat me so bad.
It's not my fault
You changed
But  I can't accept this you.
I have to leave you
Before  I doomed to hate.
ollie Dec 2018
The first time I broke up with him
It wasn’t a break up
We weren’t actually dating
And it wouldn’t have been a break up if we were
It was a drift apart
And maybe we’d healed all of our hearts we could by then
We needed time to explore the rest of them
And we did
It wasn’t a break up
But it was the first time
It was friendship and flirting and things in between
I remember he used to ask me what we could ever fight about
And I would laugh because kids laugh
I would say “nothing”
And we fought about nothing
Everything was nothing and it was worth fighting about
A disagreement, a mismatch of opinion
Our first fight, he said, hurt like its own kind of ****
It wasn’t face to face
It wasn’t screaming
It was quiet
I don’t remember what it was about
It doesn’t matter
It was a different side of him
Worth ignoring for his friendship
The second time I broke up with him was a break
A platonic waiting for the punchline kind of passive aggressive
It wasn’t on purpose
Anyone who makes your stomach do flips is worth it
They’re worth it
But it started to flip anxiously
Like the season had ended for those happy little butterflies
I started to get nauseous around him
He joked that I’d **** him if he ever cheated on my best friend
I agreed seriously
It wasn’t a joke
It was a threatening to rip his intestines out by shoving my hand down his throat
It was breaking the skies in half
It was a boy I once upon a timed apologizing to a broken heart with chocolate
I lost trust
Losing trust is finally breaking through the facade
Losing trust is still laughing and never asking for someone’s advice
Day by day it got harder
To ignore the fact that my butterflies were dying
I didn’t want friendship
I didn’t want a bunch of skeletal wings and dead aerial beauties
It got harder
Daily
He shouted
And ignored
And forgave me for things he’d done
I wanted to be better for him
I didn’t want to talk to him
I wanted to break up with him the third time
Severing a link we’d had too many times
I broke up with trust and wanted to break up with love altogether
It came out in a flurry
A week where I couldn’t control the sarcastic thoughts
“Are you saying that you think our friendship should end?”
I don’t know what his notifications sound like on his phone
But sometimes he laughs
Says the reply made him cry himself to sleep
And I imagine a ping at my response
“i’m saying i think it would be better for me if it did”
I’ve never been good at using capital letters
But that scream ended some kind of sound I’d been holding in too long
I may as well have turned caps lock on
I loved a persistent boy
And a charmer
Who never wanted to give me up
But it was a break up
And there were no drunken hookups
I laughed at his jokes
I made polite conversation
Sometimes
I still hear his screaming in the back of my mind
Across a cafeteria
About every name I was for ruining his
It was confusion
It was ecstasy
It was everything he’d said before fitting back into place
It was tears
But he doesn’t need to know that part
I broke up with him because I wanted to wake my butterflies up
And I could not do that with an abusive best friend
New girls and boys tell me they love me
And I suppose I’m just confused
Because he never treated me the way a friend should
If he ever reads this
Hears me perform it in a passing coffee shop
I want him to know I love him
More than I’ll ever be comfortable admitting
There’s a hurt to it
A breaking note in every song
That remembers
There’s a love for him that remembers jokes and late nights talking and a dare devil
And sometimes
I want our break up to just be a break from the relationship
But when I hear him scream
I want him to know
I cried because his butterflies had died too
Not because I was scared
But because I thought I would be the one to bring them back to life
wow this one is emotional tm how about i yankee doodle don’t
Talis Ren Dec 2018
God, you’re off and on again:
black and white,
hard to read between the lines.

I can’t have my glasses
if you keep breaking them.
A dash of salt and ice
doesn’t put out the house fire.

Why are we here
if not to bicker and fight
and expect the paint overcoat?

Indecision.
What a mess.
dessa Nov 2018
Quiet household
They do not hear
Loud whispers
Harsh reminders
They very much feel

I have 14 tiny moles did you know
I can count
I count when they fight
I count when my mother couldn't
count on my father

We don't talk when we fix
We huff when we move
We hiss when one makes a sound

I tie the broken nylon guitar string
Just for fun
Around my neck
It hurts a bit but
This kind of pain is not as bad as
The one I'm trying to rid myself of

My sister tries to listen to them
My brothers distract themselves
I write these things
I hear my father yell

THESE THINGS ALWAYS HAPPEN

We'll be alright.
The precise date and time was when this event happened.
My family isn't perfect. I could tell you that we're dysfunctional and at times, especially during my earlier childhood years, abusive.
But we're trying.
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