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AE Jul 2017
The time when the sky is greyed to hues of poignant blue
And the mist haunts the the ground
The cool breeze slitthers around your ears with secrets and stories to tell
When warmth is just a distant memory
And the sun seems to have escaped the endless loop of its cycle
Yet it's not night nor is it day
It's not dawn nor dusk
It's when you unravelled in the chaos of the dead leaves
And payed your debts with blankets of ice
But your grudges held their place in your sleepless nights
And your restlessness laughed in the face of forgiveness
Your stubbornness smirked at the idea of redemption
Yet you still wondered why peace escaped you.
Just a reminder to forgive everyone before you sleep. Don't hold grudges my friends :)
Spectre Apr 2017
They see your villainy,
your wretched, writhing trickery,
you let down your guard while
the two-headed snake spat viciously.

You are unjust,
so they say, who dare you trust?
They claim its a product of
your uncontrolled lust.

The heroes' iron will,
cause confrontation for thrill.
No space given for the anti-hero,
its their own allies to ****.
AE Oct 2016
To be empowered is to be proud
To be proud is to be hopeful
And to be hopeful you must fear
Because to fear is to be human
And be human you must withdraw
And to withdraw you must have a soul
And to have a soul you must be alive
And to be alive you must have a heart
And to have a heart you must let them go
And to let go is to be empowered
Maw Maw Sez Jun 2016
It takes so much more energy to hold a grudge, forgiveness will heal your heart not theirs...
Death by Decoy Mar 2016
let's not keep the grudge
on the back of our foes
with words and actions
that could cut like a knife
that has no handle
Experience has taught me that grudges are like cutting knives with no handle.
baby Jan 2016
the littlest things get to me
things like
when your forehead wrinkled
the gap in your teeth
I was never one to hold a grudge
but I became a monument
the hypocrite.
philosophy taught me nihilism
you were the meaning
every breath taken exhales
a cloud of smoke and
sulfur
deep in my chest is clawing
the feeling
of your key against your car
the burn in your carpet
I wish I could wish you
nothing but the best
but instead I wish
you'd cut out your own tongue
lock yourself away
and stop making threats
see on the inside
we won't miss you
empty threats
empty threats
hypocrite.
Shazia ullah Jan 2016
Just a thought

You remember me
I will remember you
Come to me walking
I will come to u running
Commit a sin ask forgiveness
I will forgive u
Such is the mercy of Allah
If the almighty can forgive
Us puppets made of clay and water
Who are we to hold grudges
Against each other
Love forgive forget
Fran Aug 2015
Oh grudges how much I hate you
Ruining people's live
Is that so fun to you ?
Oh bummers

Oh grudges, can we stop this game ?
You're hurting me and my friend
With wound and scars that is never healed
Why Imprint everyone's mind with hatred and guilt?

Oh grudges, why are you so wicked?
Stop playing with my heart
Like a toy, it breaks
Stop hiding and go away.

I do not need you in my life
For as long as I live
I just want peace and quiet
Is that just so hard to give ?
She sets fire to everything she touches,
I think as my mind burns.
I can't have anything, she takes it away.
Engulfs it. Entraps it.
Monopolizes it.
I can't have anything of my own.
I am sent spiraling into a retrograde.
Screaming at her to stop
as I try to grab the things out of my
burning house.
"DON'T TOUCH THIS, DON'T TOUCH THIS DON'T TOU--"
Everything she touches turns to ember.
She will ruin everything I love.
I just need to hold on to one thing.
Anything.
She sets fire to everything that is mine!*
My mind burns.
I scramble to save anything I can salvage
as the flames bellow in
and the smoke engulfs the room.
"COME BEFORE THE FIRE GETS TO YOU.
DON'T TOUCH IT, DONT TOUCH IT, DONT TOUCH--"
It's a race between me and the flames
as they dance around the floor, walls,
ceiling.
The room is swallowed in smoke,
and I stagger outside
coughing and swaying.
I can't salvage anything before the entire
house burns down.
I look,
disheartened at the place where
foundation used to be.
Nothing now but rubble and wispy smoke,
knowing this would happen from the beginning.
"Look what she did," I say as I clutch the lighter.
Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned.
-Buddha
Matthew Harlovic Oct 2014
Someday soon we will be holding hands instead of grudges

© Matthew Harlovic
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