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Emm Jan 15
Blessed are the hearts,
that are pure, sweet, and naive
Who guard their innocence through hurdles of life
Not letting it be tainted,
Polluted,
Corrupted,
By manipulations and greed...
Blessed are the hearts
Whose sole indulgence are the joy of others,
Along, with, not alone
Withstand, not with temptations...

And yet curses,...
Cursed, or rather, condemned,
Condemed are those,...
Whose hearts are full of filths and self gratifications,
Who are ignorant on the sufferings of others,
In the name of "I'm jealous",
Of comfort, of ambitions,
Spitting nothing but contempt,
Showing different sides of one coin,
yet alone,
on one's face...
Them...
Shame...
For they would never know the beauty inside out,... nor peace,
nor true happiness...
Is it what you want little heart?...
Benji James Jan 4
I get jealous thinking
About someone else’s lips
Receiving your kiss
I’m going crazy with all of these
Scenario situations
plaguing my mind
Knowing you are no longer mine
And there’s nothing I can do
From another getting all your love
From you

My heart is bleeding
There’s a hole
Deep in my soul
is my imagination
Playing tricks on me
Trying to picture
what could have been
Girl could not see, what I seen
A love between you and me
These are just Tales
From a broken heart
Turning hurt into art

I just can’t stand
the idea of another
Holding your hand
Taking you places
You’ve always dreamed to see
And knowing it’s not with me
It hurting my brain
Thinking that another guy
Will get to wake to your beautiful face

My heart is bleeding
There’s a hole
Deep in my soul
is my imagination
Playing tricks on me
Trying to picture
what could have been
Girl could not see, what I seen
A love between you and me
These are just Tales
From a broken heart
Turning hurt into art

These are just thoughts
That flood my head
I know this sounds
A bit possessive
A little obsessive
Maybe a tad aggressive
But I’m known for being
Raw and real
I don’t make believe how I feel
These are just tales
From a broken heart
From a boy who turns
Feelings into art

My heart is bleeding
There’s a hole
Deep in my soul
is my imagination
Playing tricks on me
Trying to picture
what could have been
Girl could not see, what I seen
A love between you and me
These are just Tales
From a broken heart
Turning hurt into art

And though I haven’t seen
Your smile in quite a while
I still think of all those times
When you once were mine
The songs we used to sing
The things we used to talk about
Makes me think of how
You were always there
I miss the way you cared
I miss the times we shared

My heart is bleeding
There’s a hole
Deep in my soul
is my imagination
Playing tricks on me
Trying to picture
what could have been
Girl could not see, what I seen
A love between you and me
These are just Tales
From a broken heart
Turning hurt into art

©2024 Written By Benji James
Chelsea Quigley Nov 2023
Her lips,
Are mine.
Her eyes,
Sublime.

I think of her all the time.

She listens to my voice,
Her smile,
So nice.

But to my surprise,
She laughs with another.

My heart
Is torn,
Pushed down in the gutter.

Sharing happiness with others,
Is beyond my advice.
As this rachet jealousy
Is burning like spice.

But one can only learn,
For she knows I am right.
This poem is about extreme jealousy that one may experience while in a relationship. This poem is quite personal to me as my past partner did exhibit the details I have explained above in the poem. Please do enjoy, and if you can relate to this, I am truly sorry and stay strong, always.
Khoisan Oct 2023
We were once in love
It's  hard to fathom those winds
rage has no compass.
Po Sep 2023
Her.
Her waist, her looks…
Just her.  

Its not fair you know
That people go all day and just look like her.
Act like her.
Be her.  

I ******* hate her.  
I hate that I can never be her.

Her.
She is…
Everything I cant be
let me be enough
Jamesb Sep 2023
You and I were always meant to be,
Me to meet you and indeed you me,
To fall in love with you,
That has always been my lot,
To lose those parts of me
I valued most,
My pride
My arrogance
My certainty

We were meant always to sail together and
Share a great distance,
Many memories,
To see a vast tract of water
Pass under the bridge,
To share our everything
Our selves
Our hearts,
Our souls,

And now I am lesser - for my pride,
That arrogant cancer that thought it ruled?
That vast chunk of me
Has burned away,
Reduced to ashes and even those
Carried away by the wind,
Leaving just an absence,
A charred hollow remnant
Now silent,

And I would fill that void with you,
Cram it with love for every part of you,
Pack it so tight with service of you
That not the slightest part of any other
Would or could ever intrude,
Neither thought nor action
Betray thee
Or me
Or us,

But though on your suggestion
I wrote a death sentence against that other,
Though I finessed the edges
To ensure the bolt struck a fatal blow,
Did this without demur,
Because I know what future
I desire and that with you,
Dinner with him still beckons thee,
And not informed beyond a doubt it not a date,

I had no doubt,
I acted straight to reassure you,
Contributed to make a deadly form,
And you do not see the unspoken part
Of your omission,
The unverbalised desire to
Keep your options open,

And not to make it plain before
That it is not a date.
And I  cannot now raise this again,
Despite my reasonable stance,
For you will throw the trust  card
In my face,
Pour angry vitriol upon my head,
And I would drive you where he would have you,
And that is not his sofa,
Nor your van.
Some perceptions are almost too much to bear, however much trust might be because anger can change an intention in an instant. It ****** hurts and I hate it
She's so lucky
Because you never judge her.
She's so lucky
Because you care for her.
She's so lucky
Because you never forget her birthday.
She's so lucky
Because she's wearing your hoodie.
She's so lucky
Because she can give you flowers.
She's so lucky
Because you've kissed her.
She's so lucky
Because you love her.
Murakami Jul 2023
am i enough now?
am i pretty enough?
am i cuter?
drop-dead gorgeous?

did i change enough?
am i to your liking?
enough to erase those words,
to rewind time?

make everything better
make everything better
make everything better
make everything better
make everything better
make everything better
make everything better
make everything better
make everything better
make everything better
make everything better
make everything better

make me feel again
Murakami Jul 2023
i see the way she looks at me
i wish i knew before
the praise was too sweet,
too humble.

the guilt was decadent
and so she tattled.
to brag, to show,
to relate;
to wear my skin.

she crawled under us,
wrapped around you,
and you followed,
craving venom.

it stings: the bite, the envy,
and the way you looked at her.
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