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Stephanie Boone Dec 2016
Diary of a scorn woman

Its funny how them tables turn, you live life once you live and you learn

My love never was enough for you, you rejected and ignored  all my feelings, You despise what I am now

But look what you MADE ME, when all I wanted was trust love and passion
You abused my heart like it was ah  drug you only wanted it when the world Abused your ego others days you sent me to drown, like I wasn't your hero

Was my love not enough for you, steady shots over the ice speaking to the bar tenders at night, spent many days alone crying at night, holding my pillows screaming asking god if this is my life

May be I could've been slimmer may be a little taller, I admit you killed my self esteem you shattered my heart when you disregarded my love

I'm just hungry for the truth, but instead you feed me lies to protect what you broke, if this is love I consider it a JOKE

Scorn was the word, I realized I was falling in love with two people

One a man, one a woman, the woman that I'm falling for is my self, cause I allowed you to arrange the books on my shelf

Slowly you removed every book that gave me knowledge, you defeated my power, but it's time I rise up from my desires, and admit I'm in love with a man that's a coward

Your vocabulary was unique but do I stay when every word that you speak cuts me deep, the pain in my gut is sign of defeat I guess it's me and you, so I admit I'm a tragedy, Sabotage real love for something Temporary

This love affair, is getting the best of me, But In love it's war and some times tragedy so I pick the person who matters most to me
And that person is everything that matters to me and when you done you'll look and realize that person is ME

XoXo The ***** Without A Soul
NaNi Jul 2016
She was in a constant battle in her mind
when she woke up everyday
it was her proof of surviving the toughest war
against the strongest warrior
herself

NaNi
Kale Apr 2016
Isn't it strange
That men women and child
Are being prosecuted
Because of their beliefs
Because of their color
Because of their gender
Because of their class.

Isn't it strange that
Now-a-days it is cool to be stupid
But stupid to be smart
It is cool to bully
The weak
And praise the unworthy.

Isn't it strange
That we disrespect
Those who raised us
Because we see it happening
On TV.

Isn't it strange
That we would spend
Thousands of dollars
For the latest item on the market
But can't afford to help
the less fortunate.

Isn't it strange
That my voice will become
Unheard
Rejected
Scorned
Because what I say is true
and I stand for what I believe in.
Marie Poindexter Oct 2015
Mirror mirror on the wall
What is it that you see?
Say not but truth,  I need to know
What others think of me

Do they see my greying hair?
Crows feet about my eyes?
I'm asking you,  my hated friend
For mirror never lie

Perhaps they see a pitied soul
That life had rendered worn
Or do they see my lying grin
And eyes that spill with scorn?
Just something little that was nagging in my head :)
Years had come,and passed by
Like staggering waves
Rolling on troubled oceans
Yet,through all these years
You never bothered to look for
Or even called to ask
If am living or gone
When you know,
Now and then,will my ears ache
Just to hear your soft soothing words
For every word you have  uttered then
Had enlighten and brighten my days

I become totally a foolery of your glamours
And you managed to mesmerized me  by your magic
Then you spellbounded me by your stout love
No wonder,every thought of you
Excites my senses

But
Realizing how cruel
Love had grown these days
i sit in utter amazement
And watch red candles burn
As their wax falls and bades farewells to theirselves
Then i remembered the first day you said to me"I love you"
I've searched thoroughly
Through all books
Of distinguished literatures
Sciences and even religion
And leafed through card of motley sizes
Just to convey my deep-seated feelings for you

But
It saddens
Me so much
When I hear you spews
So much hate for me now
When you seat In the midst of your friends
Yet
All I had done
Was to love you wholly
And I still do now

I've become brittle
Like a rusting alloy
When thoughts of you
Drift through the lanes of my mind
At dawn,when I lie alone on these
Wilderness I call "bed"

Though
I know not much
All I know is am left
With the remains of your emotions
And I'm oblivious of their sojurn


It's
So hard to see red candles
Burn throughout the night with no end
When the flames whirls
In the midst of darkness and part off

For
What is it to be in love?
When all what
It brings is nothing but grief
And swaddle your very last breath
At the tunnels of it exit

Swollen sense
Yet full of nothing
When I stride in the darkness
Alone
With timed-bomb candles in search of what seems to be golden

Midnight Candle
©Linda Amony & Historian E.Lexano
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and with a blink of an eye it a master piece
Leal Knowone Mar 2015
sorry clings to a dark heart
take the wrong path, no restart
put it on the line, to have it all
my sorrow ushers in your pleasure
bewildering how you will never know
full circle for the things I've done to you
the dreams that will never fade to obscurity
we knew there was something wrong with me
wanting something that does exist any more
your pain forever heavy in my heart and my mind
every time I think I succeed, it bombards my mind
My absence has to be one of the best things you know
yet I know there is still a small fire inside
but inside it's just ember by this time
but surely the fire will never die
I have nothing to say to you
You who killed me with
Kindness coated psychosis
Sublime smile subtly secreting
An insidious succubus
A devil draped in
The raiments of salvation
Holding my sins
In your personal vault
Grand schemes of subterfuge
Disguised to convince me
I was wholly beyond repair
And only whole under your care
Twisted morality and values
Repackaged as love and adoration
Sold at a discount, no warranty
Which I bought, no questions asked
Slick salesman snake tongue
Singing it's seductive sales pitch
Across my soul
Grasping, understanding, and manipulating
My penchant for shiny things
You had my credit at your disposal
So adamant were you that the defects
Lie within the buyer alone
Never once alluding to the
Damaged goods that
Lie within the lie
It started with a glance.
An innocuous chanced glance.
Fate is a cruel mistress,
I was just the mistress.
I'm not proud of the fact.
I don't take pride in being your "bit on the side"
Part of me died when you told me you were married.
But, I couldn't stop being with you, that is,
until the glance.

Ever had the feeling that someone is watching you?
Well, I did, and I looked up.
There she was.
The wife.
I felt the colour drain from the room.
I wanted to run, but Karma had plans.
How alike we were, hair, build, our humour
the only difference were our eyes.
Mine, blue, hers brown.

That's how it happened.
A chance glance at a coffee shop.
We chatted, it would seem we both knew of each other.
I didn't know of the pregnancy.
You should have told me.
But then you knew I'd leave.
Mistress to a married man I can live with.
Mistress to a family man? No.
Even a mistress has some standards.

Over coffee and cake we conspired to rid ourselves of you.
The cake was the key.
And they do say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.
Anti-freeze or Ethylene Glycol poisoning was chosen.
Embittering agent was nullified by the sweet frosting.
Our combined bitterness made fantastic cakes.
Acute kidney failure in 72 hrs, and, well you were told to stop drinking.
The only questions I really wanted to ask you were,
Do you remember who served you?

Were her eyes brown or blue.
© JLB
02/03/2015
11:08 GMT
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