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An eye for an eye.
But you don't want mine.
It'll show you that love is a lie
And life is a line,
That we fall off and die.

It'll show you that young love is a tragedy
That hasn't happened yet
And that the phrase "I love you"
has great gravity
That a boy won't soon forget.
But; if you decide reap what you sow,
Then hell is where you'll go.

After you place my pain in your sockets
You'll pull the bullet from your pocket
Like you pulled our picture from your locket
And end the world that you know.
Poetic T Sep 2014
I tried to swallow
"Your words"
They had a taste of
Hatred,
Malice,
Contempt,
I threw my head back
And they went down whole,
The sharp edges of your words
Cut,
Blistered,
Burnt,
All the way down
My stomach tried to dissolve
"What was spoken"
"What was said"
But I couldn't digest what was swallowed
And I throw up
"The words,"
Tasting worse coming up
Then going down,
That day ill never be the same
You said things
And told me to digest the words
But they were hard words to
Swallow,
"You had found someone else"
"You never loved me"
My heart was broken
Shattered
Lost,
Painful,
And you  said these words
With a smile
How could I keep those words down..
Luis Mdáhuar Aug 2014
I never asked for this
But when does anybody get what he asks for
or knows what he wants
or what he is chosen for
I only see people
behaving like circus monkeys
not even trained tigers have that look
a tiger is a tiger till death
be careful
It is only your life at stake
too much tolerance breeds blandness
dust under the rug
chatter and gossip
vomited on the radio, the news
injecting fear and chocolate blood
without any risk
spreading only a rotten stench
as if joy meant showing your colgate smile
just like a giant billboard telling you to let go
of the fight
not to resist and become like Mikey Mouse
with four fingers and the grin of death
****** got more style
I’d rather listen to an angry *****
than any anchor woman
or any senator
than any businessman
or lecturer, teacher, parent
I’d rather be depressed
or with a pain in my stomach
like the one I felt when a
frustrated love
told me...
"never change"
when I expected something else
move allong the narrow path
Twinkle Aug 2014
Be careful whom you trust
Be careful who hears your words
Be careful to whom you confide
Often enough these are people who hide

Their masks are bright and painted
The claws dipping in blood and tainted
They feed on your every word
What you confide is like gold

Unbeknownst to you, they lie in quiet wait
Waiting and watching when you'll trip over your fate
Then gleefully will issue that malicious smile
I've got you trapped now, where will you fly.

From the heart of a wounded, I write to you
Friend, fear the one who says he's true
Test and try every one you meet
Open not your hearts door to everyone you greet!
Just feeling a little low today!
K Balachandran Jun 2014
Sickened he was by her bad word choices, special need for
incongruous expressions,words spelled the way she likes,
blanks that can never be filled, invented quotes, fabricated realities,
thunderous "****" repeated in intervals, as if  each an inlaid jewel,
and then, having no fixed meaning for that favorite word of hers,
nothing more than an intention to denigrate ******,
                                                                ­                   and women as a whole,
a subconscious compulsion, strangely included, her's also in it's ambit.
He understands her compulsion for such expression thus--
fulfillment of some innate need, an expression of her own worthlessness,
resulted from some grave injury of the mind that happened,
sometime early in her childhood, one could guess.
He took the decision to mark her "UNREAD" for ever
with deep anguish of course,after reading her many fine and sane pieces.
A poetry site distinguished, moderated by editors, a pleasure for participants, as one of those rare sites where authentic discussion on poetic aesthetics is held,  edits done to polish a poem, now finds a fall of standard, which is painful.Core of the problem is few with interests other than poetic..
Their attitude is strange,  and every one pretends emperor's new clothes are fine..
Or is it because some want to be e.e cummings, Bukowski and few others, all at once?
Axion Prelude Jun 2014
candid malice, besieging
drained by lucrative ignorance
frustration staining teared windows
the hole leaks with pure essence
once where the heart stood, emptiness retains resolve
desolation sets in
she calls, in the mind..
passion begets strife
i walk on
Simon Obirek May 2014
the world is our enmityville
don't bother trying to catch that bus,
the driver won't stop for you.

hissing telephone wires
noisy tea kettles
the lonely ******
you hear through your wall.

people bringing you down
people getting the best of you
funny how saints are born
once they've run out of sins.

this is enmityville
where neither life nor death
seems appealing.
bekka walker Apr 2014
Sitting on the brim of a dripping cauldron of jealousy,
feet sloshing around in all the hate.
I heard once, if you fill a bathtub with tobacco water and lay,
your body will soak it in, and it will make you sick.
That thought crosses my mind as my skin begins to turn a sensational green,
the same as the dripping sloshing ******* cauldron I slip.
Sinking deeper into the sloshing ******* stunning green goo, stunned.
I attempt to claw myself out the fire that lured me in now revealing itself much more sinister,
icy cold,
and hardening.  
Her perfect little fingers wrapped around my ankles.
To my hips,
my heart,
my head.
Drowned in a dripping cauldron of jealousy,
silently suffering in all the hate.
change your thoughts change your life. The perils of passion. The dangers of comparison.
Nandini Apr 2014
Often wondering did I fall for someone like you ??
                  I wonder ....

How I coudnt read through that perfect mask of devilry ,
       that was laced with impregnable tenderness and chivalry .
                  I wonder ....

How you kept wounding me insidiously like a double edged sword ,
       I not knowing countless pieces of me shattered for the record .
                  I wonder ....

How like a diseased infection you for me brewed malice ,
       Inspite I kept infusing your venomous love into my every nerve and segment ...
           Coz baby " your love is my drug "
                   I'm ADDICTED TO YOU .
NONE escaped the malice called love .. its the world's best drug to be addicted to .... Don't u agree ??

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