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B Nov 2019
Eyes of ghosts all fill the room
lovers, made of dust and made of gloom.
I remembered them but I forgot,
to forgive and forget, the lot.
As always, the night went on,
my face in the old glass window
stared at me with an iris of killing pawn.
Mitch Prax Nov 2019
Perhaps I needed
a friend like me-
to save me from myself.
But all I got instead
was a foe like me-
to **** me to myself.
XIII Nov 2019
Just for the record
Once, I used to write love poems
Yep, I did, before

Fluttering feelings of euphoria
Used to be my genre
Cause I'm a natural Casanova
Keeping you feeling loved is my number one agenda

Yet you broke me
Of all people, really
Understandably, I'm now unable to write sweet poems about what took my sanity
"'Cause you fvcked me."
© Cepheus August 10, 2018
XIII Nov 2019
Oh Glenda
Have you received your karma?
I sure hope you already did
'Cause if not, I'd give it myself

I was reminded of what you did
So subtle, it took me three years
You probably don't even remember
But to me it still lingers

If you think about it
The beginning of the end all started with you
Sure it could've happened either way
But the finger who pulled the trigger was yours

Oh no, don't worry
It's not only you who's to blame
I still find her the most guilty
Oh you won't mind joining my little hate-game

Remember your seemingly innocent teasing?
Like you were so fond of us back then
But at the back of your mind you find me so naive
The truth is, you were really disgusted

That's why you had to step up
You felt the need to save
Oh yes, 'cause a fully-consensual-same-***-relationship is a no-no to you, no, not on your watch
Who knows, I might've gotten her enslaved

And so you had to evangelize
Just in case she had forgotten hell
Shove the grisly details into her mind
She's fragile, so she kissed-and-tell...

Goodbye to me
She won't fight for a love if it'd deny her an entrance to the pearly gates of course
Who'd trade an eternal happiness for a mere human being like me
So much for a "loving god", huh, go figure

Anyways, I am holding you accountable
For one soul was apparently being saved,
is equivalent to one soul to fall
How are you going to own up to this, babe?

You know you didn't have the right
IT WAS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS
I would've tore your nose apart
For rudely sticking itself to what was clearly NOT YOUR MESS

But then you were instantly gone
I couldn't even shot you a deathly glare
You just went AWOL, over and done
Oh dear, do you fvcking think that was fair?

And so you two left me in despair
Desperately wishing that karma's really an evil *****
Giving my faith to it that you two'll eventually get what you deserve
For making a perfectly loving person turn into an insane world-hating ****** who with just the mention of the word L-O-V-E, in anger and sorrow, cringe and twitch

Don't even try to wash your hands, no, no
No matter what you say I've made up my mind, I sing blah blah blah
Dareka no sei ni shitai yo
Tsurai na iya iya


For your weak brains to understand, in other words
Listen, or rather, read:
I want to make it someone else's fault
It hurts so much. I hate it. I hate it.


If you didn't know
Love + pain = hatred
Oh, of course you won't
I forgot you two are saints

Well, wait 'til you experience the same judgments and emotional torture I did
I just have a few last words to bid
Like what's in your surname, ABOGA-something, memory's not that sharp, aye
The letters I'm sure in it is, **DIE
"Throwback hatred Thursday. "
© Cepheus August 9, 2018
Tori Schall Nov 2019
Come, my love
let us drift out to sea
where the storm rages on
and we're too blind to see

Come, my fear
let us be washed away
where we cannot come back
to the light of the day

Come, my anger
let it be one with me
let it overtake everything
and every memory

Come, my emotions
there's no time to waste
I'm numb to your feeling
I just want a taste

Come, my numbness
my hollow,
my empty,
my sorrow

Come, my hatred
of myself
and everyone else
and take it from me, I know

There will come a time
in your life
where these emotions
are right by your side

But when you blink
and turn to sleep
they'll be gone
like the dew
in the morn'
Mitch Prax Oct 2019
All I want for Christmas is you,
bent over the kitchen table...
with a knife in your back,
you ******* tyrant.
Ariel Oct 2019
When it comes to these things, Woman is despised.
Her *** is inferior in the face of man.
Her body is disgraced and considered unholy, deemed "temptress" and "defiler".
Why is this so?
What benefit is there to the dichotomy of the ****** and the *****?
Why is there only these two things which woman can aspire to?
Why, when Woman is strong and steadfast as the mountain
Who will not bow no matter how the wind howls!
When Woman is as fierce as the flame that ripples in her heart
and the searing heat of the volcano--
Why, then, is this language so?
Wasteful, wanton
Grotesque, sinful
Disgusting, passive
Unholy, sinful
Why? Why, when her womb creates the very essence of life on earth, is her beauty scorned?
Alas! Her very creations despise her existence
The sons of her ***** lack reverence for their mothers
For the very essence of Woman is taboo.
The apex of her thighs is at once deeply coveted and sincerely ignored
For there exists no greater shame than the moment her ***** first sheds its blood.
That first splash of crimson and black is the end of her girlhood
For once that first blood is drawn, her Womanhood cannot be denied.
At that moment, she becomes Object
No longer human, no longer girl
She is Object
To be coveted and have eyes laid upon her
She is Object
To be salivated over and seen as the ****** plaything of the Male Eye
She is Object, and she is human no more.
After the first emergence of ******* from her ribcage, the first rounding of her hips and thighs,
She is no longer worthy of anything but lust and contempt
For, it is certainly her fault that these sinful feelings arise.
Why on earth would it be the fault of the toxic mindset of Man, of his instinct to pillage and take what is not his?
Woman's body is her own, and yet, she is not treated so
She is laughed at, mocked, and spoken to in rage
Her rights of choice are threatened, soon to possibly go away
What, in this, is there to learn?
Why is our view of Woman so?
The gleam of the Patriarchy is too enticing to those who would change
And damning to those who refuse.
But they should be very afraid.
The righteous might of Woman is a force to be reckoned with.
Because, after all...

Hell hath no fury like a Woman scorned.
laura Oct 2019
Sometimes in life,
you just,
have to look at the bright side.
It feels like,
everybody is just so negative.
There is so much hatred,
and pain in this world.
If you think about it though,
we could make it so much better.
So, just stick with the right friends,
never lose hope,
and look at the bright side.
Not really sure what this is, just trying to be positive about life :)
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