#acrimony - Hello Poetry

Acrimony Poisonous potions Mixing with my inner emotions Exposition of my ****** face expressions..... Heart acrimonious Mind can't focus Changing position.... We ain't locus You look weak in eyes Your talk is so tough Acrimony sharpens My heart It was break in two Now its 2 parts that cannot meet Acrimony stuck with me Like surface and my feet Closely related its a matrimony thats the reason I hated....my acrimony🌹

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Feb 11, 2020

Feb 11, 2020 at 2:45 AM UTC

bongani-g-kay

Acrimony

Acrimony Poisonous potions Mixing with my inner emotions Exposition of my ****** face expressions..... Heart acrimonious Mind can't focus Changing position.... We ain't locus You look weak in eyes Your talk is so tough Acrimony sharpens My heart It was break in two Now its 2 parts that cannot meet Acrimony stuck with me Like surface and my feet Closely related its a matrimony thats the reason I hated....my acrimony🌹

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If I hated you like you think I hate you, you’d be dead. If I hated you as you think your lungs would cease to inflate, your heart would slow, the blood in your veins icing slowly until it stood still. If I hated you like you think I hate you, my thoughts would bury you alive, grains of sand tickling against your nose one by one until they came faster and faster still and became an avalanche. If I hated you how you’re telling everyone I do, faceless men would dog you down dark streets, as you looked over your shoulder, as they slowly closed in, as you realised you weren’t paranoid, as sharp metal flashed in a single glint of moonlight, as your life seeped out onto the street, as you died alone. If I hated you like you think I hate you, my skin would peel from my body, burnt away by the powerful emotion unable to be contained inside, raw muscles moving and exposed beneath the sun, skeletal sinewy fingers still grasping for you. If I hated you like you wished I hate you, you’d actually matter to me.

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Aug 28, 2018

Aug 28, 2018 at 1:37 PM UTC

Longnoideatime

If I Hated You

If I hated you like you think I hate you, you’d be dead. If I hated you as you think your lungs would cease to inflate, your heart would slow, the blood in your veins icing slowly until it stood still. If I hated you like you think I hate you, my thoughts would bury you alive, grains of sand tickling against your nose one by one until they came faster and faster still and became an avalanche. If I hated you how you’re telling everyone I do, faceless men would dog you down dark streets, as you looked over your shoulder, as they slowly closed in, as you realised you weren’t paranoid, as sharp metal flashed in a single glint of moonlight, as your life seeped out onto the street, as you died alone. If I hated you like you think I hate you, my skin would peel from my body, burnt away by the powerful emotion unable to be contained inside, raw muscles moving and exposed beneath the sun, skeletal sinewy fingers still grasping for you. If I hated you like you wished I hate you, you’d actually matter to me.

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Life Without Resentment Nearly everyone has stored among hardbacks and paperbacks or dusty mental drawers resentments, gathered incidentally unintentionally or by rubbing shoulders with ingrates and other irritating souls Meeting her, she exudes an excitement for what is said while displaying an openness a self-reliance that disallows any acrimony indignation or animosity No bitterness is harbored nor rancor secreted among the ruins of her disappointments Not long-suffering the past is forgiven and forgotten Not apprehensive or perturbed she treads in this moment with the power of living in the present no longer feeling victimized She lives refreshed, restored without resentment

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Dec 27, 2017

Dec 27, 2017 at 3:19 PM UTC

william-a-poppen

A Life Without Resentment

Life Without Resentment Nearly everyone has stored among hardbacks and paperbacks or dusty mental drawers resentments, gathered incidentally unintentionally or by rubbing shoulders with ingrates and other irritating souls Meeting her, she exudes an excitement for what is said while displaying an openness a self-reliance that disallows any acrimony indignation or animosity No bitterness is harbored nor rancor secreted among the ruins of her disappointments Not long-suffering the past is forgiven and forgotten Not apprehensive or perturbed she treads in this moment with the power of living in the present no longer feeling victimized She lives refreshed, restored without resentment

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At a table set for two, in a quiet corner, they sit across; an emotional sun sets acrimoniously behind them. She goes on munching something in silence, never once lifting her face, to make the picture perfect. He sits there, like dumbstruck not a single moment taking eyes off her pretty face, as if, she'd vanish if he does. Entwined in a mutually absorbing deliquescence? Or each one beyond the reach of other's mind? Over a cup of coffee going too cold, to drink now an intrusive character idling on the table next staring alternatively at both inanely wonder: "The beginning or the end?"

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Apr 30, 2016

Apr 30, 2016 at 8:28 AM UTC

k-balachandran

Enigma

At a table set for two, in a quiet corner, they sit across; an emotional sun sets acrimoniously behind them. She goes on munching something in silence, never once lifting her face, to make the picture perfect. He sits there, like dumbstruck not a single moment taking eyes off her pretty face, as if, she'd vanish if he does. Entwined in a mutually absorbing deliquescence? Or each one beyond the reach of other's mind? Over a cup of coffee going too cold, to drink now an intrusive character idling on the table next staring alternatively at both inanely wonder: "The beginning or the end?"

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