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kn Mar 19
Last year, my heart cracked deep,
Not by a lover, nor a friend I'd keep.
But by the ones I held so high,
The ones whose love should never die.

I sought warmth, a gentle hand,
A place where I could safely stand.
Yet, in their eyes, I was unknown,
A stranger lost within my home.

The words unsaid, the love denied,
The quiet stares, the hollow pride.
All I wanted was to belong,
To hear that I was loved all along.

The weight is heavy, the wound still aches,
A storm that time alone remakes.
But distance now, a needed space,
To heal, to grow, to find my place.

And though the past still haunts my mind,
I choose to heal, to still be kind.
For somewhere out there, hearts remain,
Who’d brave the wild to shield my pain.

So I will walk, though lost I seem,
Towards the love I’ve yet to dream.
And one day soon, the ache will fade,
And I will stand—no longer afraid.
Cheaters smile the loudest, their lies are the sweetest, their misdeeds
are the quietest – lest it be the ones who get caught. Cheaters play
victim the proudest, their excuses are the longest, their faithfulness is
the shortest – they promise to change, but its short-change.

Cheaters can be the secret sexter; the guys with mistresses, the girls
with a current boyfriend, ready to reply to the other guy with a,
“yes sir,” then introducing them to you as just their friend.

Cheaters love to receive their flowers; being ready to sprout out
looking for more; so rich in wanting more from you – while their
attitude is so poor.

You can pour out your heart to a girl, just for her to spill tea with an
ex; you can listen to a guy pour out his love for you; while he's
hoping his glass of affections, earns him a night of ***.

And unfortunately as you make a deposit of your heart, waiting for
love to withdraw – others bank on the interest of seeing, you without
draws. Heavy is the crown of their ill thoughts; heavy are the lies
waiting in their jaws.

Cheaters happen to be those you thought you had known!
yndn Mar 16
Be careful what you wish for— you just wanted me dead
A price on the eyes, a bounty cash for the meek

You gave me lies, I gave deception in return
You gave fire, I burn you in return

Be careful what you act now— for actions speak louder than words.

You're like a hunter, observing my every move
I'm like the prey, waiting to be devoured
You're wrong, honey
I ain't the prey, I am the predator

You barked on the wrong tree
You keep beating around the bush now

Enough is enough, you gave me hurt
I'll give you the taste of your own medicine in return.

I hope you like what you see
When you envision yourself in a coffin
Or what if you are covered in dirt already
To be found six feet below the ground

Take your pick, play your cards right
If looks can ****, you'd be dead by now
Because in the back of my mind, I thought to myself the different techniques on how I am going to **** you
In the four corners of the room, you can barely make it out alive

What if I cut you open, bleed you dry
Peel your skin off, let me see you suffer
I don't care if I am the ******, because you are the pathetic, desperate *****
How about I stitch up your wound without an anesthesia?
What if you walk on the valley of the shadow of death with no slippers on
And every aisle you walk on feels like a burning coal, flaming hot
And at the end of the road, is an abyss waiting for you to fall
Get that **** inside your head now, reflect and meditate on what you did bad to me
You messed with the wrong person, gal

So step back now, while I am still kind
This is not a reminder, darling
This is a warning, not to cross paths with me again.
Juliana Mar 16
Can you love somebody
But never want to talk to them again
Because their word are filled with such lies
And such hatred
That they can rip you apart
With one syllable

Can you love somebody
But never want to stare into their eyes again
Because their eyes are so empty
Like vast pits
That are never able to see anything real
Never able to see you

Can you love somebody
But never want to hold their hand again
Because nothing is permanent
Give it a couple weeks
And that hand won’t be holding yours
But rather another girls

Can you love someone
But know that you’ll never be loved back
Despite the rejection
Despite the pain
Can you still love him?
Anna May Mar 14
I do not use my words
I do not use my emotions
I do not use my self-control
I do not use my eyes
I do not use my ears
I do not use my mouth
I do not use my tears

I use my hands
I use shiny metal
I use my impulse
I use my intuition
I use my brain
I use flashy silver
I use bandages
I use antibiotic
I use my pain
I use glass
I use scissors
Styles Mar 13
I wandered through silence,
bare feet tracing paths unseen,
adrift in a world without reason—
a ghost of what was,
a whisper of what could be.

Then you,
a steady hand upon my ribs,
fingers like verses,
writing me back into place.
Be my direction,
my gravity,
my correction.

For rightfully so, I see it—
not with sight,
but with the quiet knowing
of something meant,
of something found.
Raven Mar 12
I love you
Is a monster
That I'm scared of
But am trying to face

I love you
Is a monster
With the ability to tear me apart
Until I'm nothing but an atom
Or quantumly gone

I love you
Is the monster
That stands in my way
Whenever I allow myself to feel the words
That I say

Its massive
Covered in flames
Thorns
Blades
Horns

Its leering
And its sticky
With all sorts of things that can hurt
And break
And shatter
And maul
Me into nothing
Stuck all over it

It overshadows
My entire being
And it roars into my ears
Until I can hear nothing less
And nothing more

I stare at the monster
And I want to run
To flee
To curl up in a ball
And be
Invisible

But underneath everything that makes
I love you
A monster
Is a beautiful creature

I love you is a monster
But only because of what it's covered in

I love you is a monster
But only because of whats stuck to it

I love you is a monster
But only because of how the monster hurts

The monster is burning
And covered in tar
And its got thorns
And blades
Stabbing into it
So it roars on pain

But because I'm afraid
I love you is just a momster
Not a hurt creature

I see that now though
And I'm trying to get close

Close enough to put out the fire
And wash off the tar
And take out the thorns
And the blades

Close enough to uncover the fluffy fur
And wrap its wounds in bandages
Care for the burns
And all of the damage

Close enough for it to show me
Its beauty
And enshroud me completely
Giving me warmth
Instead of trying to pass on the burning flames

Close enough for it to show me
Its beauty
And enshroud me completely
Giving me gentle
Instead of stabbing and harsh

But I'm sorry
Because I'm scared
So I love you
Is
Just
A
Monster
Mar/12/2025
You cut me and left self-inflicted scars,
You tore me open and apart with my own hands,
You took something away from me that can't be replaced,

And now I will never be whole again.
A piece of my poem "Torn"
Playing on the multiple interpretations of the title.
I see the sad and awful color of racism not every other day
But every minutes of the day
I see the serious mental and physical damages
That this cancer has done throughout the ages
And is still doing to our beloved human beings
Others treat our people like they are leftover beans
On a pet's plate. Our people deserve respect
Fairness, justice, acknowledgement
Compassion and better treatment
Our sisters are tired of being left out on the deck
Our siblings are often harassed senselessly, persecuted
Falsely accused and relentlessly prosecuted
At one time, they were hunted by the system
At other time, haunted by an organized medium
Created to destroy, ravage and annihilate
To ridicule, punish and discriminate
I see the color of racism, when the police for no apparent reasons
Stopped, frisked and handcuffed our homeless, elderlies
Or our law abiding citizens, like it was open seasons
To hunt for mule deer or bears, who behave like enemies
Of the civilized society. I see the sick color of racism
When our people are not hired not for being unqualified
But because of their skin color; they're quickly disqualified
Dismissed, fired or terminated. I see the monster of cynicism
Every minutes of the day. The arrogance is unparalleled
Beyond belief. The racists forgot that God only created one race

One human race, one human race.

Their false pride, their ignorance is unleveled
And their audacity, incomparable. I see the colors of racism
Not that I want to search for them, not that I want to find them
Most of the time, I simply cannot evade or escape them
It is not easy to ignore the litanies of bad or negative mannerisms
The bigots easily function like lethal venomous vipers
That **** out the emotions, and that destroy all positive characters
I see the ugly color of racism not every other day
But every minutes of the day.

One human race, one human race.

Copyright © February 24, 2015, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
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