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i don't want your apology
i don't want your words
i would rather see your castration
or castrate you myself
i don't want your apology
when you don't know the meaning of the word
i would rather see your termination
i would rather see you **** yourself
i don't want your apology
Anna Mink Apr 2021
small town boy got the gallows in eye //
distracts his loneself with a lullaby //
it was a strange day
and he tried to pray //
dont worry about where to draw the line
as itll be i //

~ A.M, F.H.
Written & Published 9th of April 2021.
The beginning to an original ****** song in the format in which I write.
Jade Apr 2021
I have never been one
to eat my words,
no—

I regurgitate
and spit them
back into your eye.
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Jade Apr 2021
I will not forgive

I will not let bygones be bygones

I will not bury the hatchet

(how can I bury a weapon
when it is still embedded in my spine?)

no--

I will write poetry instead.
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Hera Mar 2021
I heard you shouting my name,
I heard you taking all the blame.
Can you feel the flame?
Is it still the same?
I guess not,
Because it was all a game.
Zoe Mei Apr 2021
May the gods drink deep your blood
and may the crimson please their gaze
and may the iron scent whet their lust
that the taste may sate it
for you are my greatest offering.
For Iphigenia
Past Mar 2021
This is tyranny,
this is malicious,
this is undeniably done out of contempt.
The ire of this man cannot be expressed.
This is gluttony,
this is sinful,
take your coins and feed on the poor.
Sleep at night.
In the peaceful hours of dawn,
don’t blink and eye,
for I have ****** of my mind.
Patty P Mar 2021
Her eyes were filled with emptiness when she looked at him
no hint of any love left
she was done with all his lies
she cut them with a butcher knife
setting them aside

she was done with her too.
but she'll get hers real soon.

she twisted the knife
while smiling at them
she won't return
she won't be there anymore
she would leave them there to bleed out,
until there isn't left to mourn.

but the menacing voices hanuted her.
everywhere she looked
it was just fragmnets of memories being dragged away by past ghosts.

she would close her eyes, dying everytime.
imaging visions that would consume her.
her hunger for vengence, for revenge, ate her alive.

she was seen standing amongst the shadows,
watching those cowards suffer...
at every hour, she grew darker and darker...

the creature rosed up besides her and whispered,
"when do we begin" it hissed, as it tucked a lock of black hair behind her ear.
she smiled "whenever you are ready my king"
......
hope you enjoy!  ;-)
Winnalynn Wood Mar 2021
***** with olives and gin craving me in
The burn can’t erase what’s bustling within

When I caught you two flushed by the door
What once again, did I come here for

Wandering about, just a little aimless
Laden with doubt, just a little senseless
Got lost downtown, just a little faithless

Fruitless love makes the time for a passion trap  
Honey lust just unwinds for tensions to snap
Admirers by the dime you mindlessly attract

But there’s nothing more unsavory than the sound
Of a heady build-up come crashing down
Lately I’ve been missing, since you aren’t around

Don’t think I haven’t heard you rustling in the sheets
I know you have a hundred more secrets to keep

Honey it’s more than just a little affair
You’re testing how much I really care

Something you will someday truly regret
While you traipse and think I’ll easily forget
Winnalynn Wood Mar 2021
Ever since that dreary sliver of a day
A hell of revenge I vowed you would pay

Promises I proclaim aren’t the lightest to keep
They’ll mercilessly haunt you in restless sleep

Perhaps you’ll see your mistake
For choosing another, breeding my heartache

The rumors are dreadfully nasty and divine
An unsuspected downfall I’ll spell to your life

So that one day the trace of your silhouette
Will waste away like the face of my cigarettes
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