#malice
the burning hatred
has become all I am inside
it is rooted so deep
that from it I can no longer hide
because the malice
is suffocating me like a vine
I can’t even remember
when was the last time
there was a memory
I could proudly call mine
Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 7:54 AM UTC
Same words
Same tricks
And same humor,
I would not interrupt either of the masterpieces.
I will completely show my admiration.
Both traps are alluring.
But I'm too careful not to get trapped.
Sep 11, 2023
Sep 11, 2023 at 10:18 AM UTC
Stupidity is
A harsh buzz,
In a world of malice
And judgements.
Worse off are the wise,
For to use your eyes
Is to see that
Everyone is blind.
Jun 12, 2023
Jun 12, 2023 at 11:44 PM UTC
I don’t care if I was right or wrong;
The weight of malice is too heavy,
I cannot carry it.
One thing I want to do is to let go of my pride!
I don’t want to justify myself or my actions;
I don’t want to be innocent either.
I hate grudges!
I want to let go of my pride!
You said something that came at me like a raging storm!
“You don’t know me”
Yet you’ve BEEN with me (contradictory).
I want to play dump!
But I clearly understand what you mean!
And this isn’t a please come back move!
It’s more than that;
I hope you’d see my heart;
It is an earnest CRY and a plea for somebody to heal!
I thought I had all it takes to build a titanic relationship;
That will sail with beauty, and class…, and survive the heaviest of storms,
And will not sink!
But NO!
Like titanic, it sank!
It was hard, but I bore it.
My regret isn’t what I’d stood to gain(from you)
A million miles far from it;
It is the pain that despite the effort,
The stunts against the odds…
The LOVE ended in pain, malice, and vain!
In your heart of heart,
I beg that you clear this dart.
Please don’t let hate between;
I neither want to win nor you, to lose!
I just can’t keep going with this.
I was not a saint; you are not a sinner!
I am not a snitch nor a hypocrite, you are not perfect!
I am not pretending and you are YOU!
I am not complete neither are you!
But I’ve tried to make for myself a NAME.
I see my wrongs; they take me to my knees!
Integrity means a lot to me
Losing it is being LAME in purpose and life!
I have tried to put my heart into this piece for peace!
I really hope you don’t get ******
These words are not enough,
They’ve not really explained it;
I hope that you realize,
I AM SORRY!
Mar 24, 2023
Mar 24, 2023 at 6:15 PM UTC
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.
Mar 23, 2021
Mar 23, 2021 at 9:12 PM UTC
I hate you
I know
I hate you more
I loathe you entirely
I want to tear you apart
Your the devil incarnate
You shredded my heart to pieces
Because I had to
Your the worst person I know.
In fact your the worst being in all of existence
I want to END you
I can say the same, but infinately worse
I'm deleting you
Do that then, give me the satisfaction
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 4:02 PM UTC
the violence brewing inside me boils and catalyzes the birth of malice,
from my womb of darkness;
i can not feel the pain anymore.
my heart in chaos.
my consciousness slipping away from me.
i pray to be born again:
no longer human,
no longer who i am.
Oct 16, 2020
Oct 16, 2020 at 11:28 PM UTC
In a constant battle with chaos,
we hold to our sanctuary of order,
you know how the saying goes,
what doesn’t **** you, makes you stronger.
So we fight till our last breath,
sometimes feeling we can hold no longer.
There is no life without death,
when the time comes, you may have to draw a border.
Staying sane is a matter of practice,
it’s easy to lose it in a world so crazy.
First you need to be alive to understand what death is.
Only then and only maybe,
You find the beauty in a malice,
remember what you forgot,
you may drink a poison from friend’s chalice,
as long as you know who you are not.
Remember,
No form can force conformist’s norms,
on souls so strong such storms fall short.
No lie can live where truth’s the choice.
I know myself and I will rejoice!
May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 5:35 AM UTC
i choke on these words
that have fled from containment
i sob and i take
gulps of air like hydration
i starve to maintain
this excess of hate
that sits loud and patient
across my whole navel
i blame these sharp words
that sneak out through my teeth
they lash out at you
as you stare wide at me
my headlights alarming your doe eyes
(no malice apparent but it breeds behind light)
as i speak in these slices of sentencing spite
(then i silently lie and regret in the night)
thought i grew this act out,
but i caved it all in
let it push its way up
let it surface my skin
just to see myself lose
what i thought was a win
Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 3:46 PM UTC
Why is there so much distrust,
Fueling hatred, malice and lust?
We're caught up in every scam's gust
Leaving many financially bust
Including telemarketers' thrusts
Continuously feeding disgust
We're riding social media's cusp
Allowing real friendships to rust
Causing us to constantly adjust
Leaving us completely nonplussed
Making too many tasks a must
Till we nigh spontaneously combust
Perhaps leaving God's Word thus,
On the shelf gathering dust
This matter needs to be sussed
Not with haphazard zeal but robust
By a brotherhood of people we can trust
With a worldwide campaign to discuss
Preventing impending zero-sum bust
Before we're all planetary dust
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 7:17 PM UTC
Revenge,
that drove my mind insane,
diminished peace,
and replaced it with echoing chaos.
Revenge,
that filled my heart with hate,
venom in my veins,
ice in my soul,
fire in my eyes
and bitterness in my tone.
Revenge,
that made those moments rot
in anger wrapping up deceit.
Letting me dwell in darkness,
chaos and pain.
Revenge,
that makes more malice
to my hand.
So, I lay upon you to scourge.
Revenge,
that makes me feel like a villain,
with a prison sentence that never transpires.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 1:58 PM UTC
I provided you the key to my destruction when I told you that I loved you.
Too late I saw your betrayal with my eyes so blinded to the beauty of your "truths".
Knowingly and willfully betrayal ever your intended game and love the Trojan Horse you used.
With malice and intent you brought me down whilst whispering lies of love still to my heart.
Not contented or completed in the devastation you continued to yet say you loved me too.
Honey coated blindness to the actions and the deeds of your true purpose.
A greater evil I have never known and am sure no greater could exist.
With intent to destroy an other's heart as if it were a game... no greater evil have I known... than for you to knowingly use my love for you... as the weapon for my annihilation.
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 7:26 AM UTC
Feet on the ground
Head in the clouds
Eyes always glazed
Knuckles grazed
Back hunched
Head slumped
Rough and calloused
And full of malice
But really just a broken boy
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 1:23 PM UTC
She said "I can practically taste the malice that fills your heart and the hatred in your soul. You would like nothing more than to see this world burn wouldn't you? I can see it in your eyes, that's the real you." She just might be right. The darkness within hums like a gentle rhythm I was but a victim of my humanity, those are memories I don't treasure but it's a measure of how far I've come. I'll take you by storm.... An uncontrollable maelstrom. No friend, no foes and anything goes in this game of mine, regardless of the time, my comeback remains certain.
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 2:44 PM UTC
When I smile
free of influence
we are children together
When I am giddy and smiley
minded by
and under the cover of a drug
your discomfort
is apparent
I despise your eyes and your company
Life liquid
unteamed
abrasive
I part from you violently
and seek hastle in other venues
I smile now
with malice
which I illuminate
lighting up a cigarette
in the care of cupped hands
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 9:51 PM UTC
They treat me like cowardice
But I survive through them like parasite
They try to feed me fruit and sent me out me paradise
But I caught their whole disguise
They sent me black roses
They fed me bad doses
They give me bad diet
But still I never die yet
My sorrow is their ecstasy
My defeat is their legacy
But I will never let-them-win
I'll stand and die, legendary
I don't give a f*ck about em enemies
I do not care ‘bout their detesting things in any means
I am not fund of uttering platitudes
In stain glass attitude
Soon I'll break those chains
Coz it has cause me so much pain
And when you start making it' everyone will say
That you're walking through a mystic way
But the air severe is but a mere veneer
The cynic smile is but a wile of guile
And when you become an iconic guy,
Your enemies will say "his fame's ritualised"
And when you arranged your lines to entertain them
Your real dude will woo your rhymes like it's Shakespeare's
Coz you did the impossible; you must be sorcerous,
The venon of their mouth compared to a snake is dangerous
But all their malice and hate do not move me
Their gossips and critic will not mute me
I'll buckle my shoe and shoot for the stars
And keep-on aiming for the sky till I die
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 4:01 PM UTC
in the realm of man, beauty is a weapon that maims everyone within its reach… and ends up killing the one who wields it…
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 1:15 PM UTC
Steer clear of malice;
To speak of arrows tipped in actuality and respond justly toward malignity.
Lest I fall under the gaze of malice becoming putrid within.
Heavenly Father above.
You paved the way to a damaged youth yet,
Almost commonplace to allow surrogate protectors,
Crawl inside my flesh only to be spat back out once again.
I realise I am not but the woman I thought myself to be;
Only an interchangeable piece in the mechanism.
A piece in the mechanism,
Intertwined between countless souls on the way of my path.
By Lana
May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 10:30 PM UTC
The Moon and Sun shared Ecliptical Longitudes the night They murdered The child.
Beneath a stelliferous empyrean,
Like Sojourners among the quiescent Twilight, Mother and child, Ventured to meet the woman’s husband, the father of the child.
She, no more than five and ten years Old,
The child, a girl, of only months,
Lay swaddled across the Woman’s
***** tucked inside a papoose.
A rustic device carefully woven
From wool and hide, in it contained a
Priceless world.
She cooed and clucked in the frigid
Night air.
The sound penetrated the
Spectral calm and was matched only
By the maternal soothing of a muted hum.
Together, they represented the
Heathen form of the wilderness,
The Tempi Madonna among the
Silver and shadow moonbeams that
Glimmered like the dust of diamonds
Across the river’s obsidian sheen.
Ahead, where the river narrows,
The silence stirred and was broken.
Hushed voices rose from the outer
Dark.
The woman strained to listen.
(British Soldiers, she thought)
Foreign words...
(Drunken and ravenous)
...slithered from their mouths like Venom. Fear bloomed in the woman’s Chest.
Her heartbeat quickened.
(Touched by the chill of terror)
Her eyes darted madly about the
Darkness.
(Alone no longer)
Their shadows manifested like
Smoke along the tree line.
Their
Features blurred in the darkness.
Their gestures muted.
Like birds of
Prey, they set motionless upon their
Perch along the stony shore.
I say, a man said. Indian children are natural born swimmers,
Capable at birth of swimming great distances.
Utter foolishness, old boy, another opined.
We will need proof of this claim, my good sir, an anonymous voice Quipped from somewhere in the dark.
She let escape from her full lips
The tiniest of shrieks.
Followed immediately
By
Sick
Regret.
(stupid girl, her mother’s voice echoed in the dark.
You always were too impulsive.)
Rage consumed her as
She struggled against the current.
She tried to paddle for deeper
Water as the men broached
The black sheen of the river.
The moments passed by
In jagged surrealism.
There was no sound
When they pitched the woman
And child into the
Frigid abysm.
The splashing of water.
The gasping
For air.
The primal
Grapple and
Grunt of men.
The cold, pungent scent of
Fear and sweat mixed with the
Alcohol-stale air.
The twisting of
Hands that groped about the
Darkness.
(Her rage now eclipsed by fear)
She inhaled.
Her body, numb.
Her appendages quaked.
Her body fading
As they fall upon her.
Their thick bodies
Blacked out the stars.
Their gaunt faces
Pinched and rucked in the
Moonlight
Reflected the fury, the
Hatred, and
The disgust for what would come next.
Their hands moved across her
Ravenous
Like demons as they
Groped at her small body
Beneath the choppy wash of the
River.
(A hand grazed her thigh and she shrieked in Terror. Another
gnashed at her buttock. Another fell upon her back. Her mind
reeled at the possibilities of what would need to come next.)
They tore at her clothing.
Her body jarred about the water as
She writhed against their grasps.
She clawed against the murk.
(Escape the horror)
She released the paddle—
(Forever lost to the deep, useless to her now)
Hysterical animalistic thoughts
Trounced off their tongues as they
Laughed at her doom—
(Like a pack of hyenas)
She kicked at them in nameless
Places.
She thrusted her hand into
The fabric where the child had been
Moments before cooing and clucking.
Mere moments ago she had sang to the
Babe the same song her
Mother had once sung
To her.
(she felt nothing where the child had been…)
She struggled away from them.
Her mind frantic with pain, the cold,
And panic
For the child.
She no longer cared for
Herself, or what they would need to
Do with her body.
Her appendages
Flailed and churned in the dark water.
(A single gasp of air followed by
The burning inhale of water)
A shrill call to the child—
(a name lost to time)
Her voice cut through their maniacal
Laughter.
It echoed off the water and vanished,
Disappearing entirely
In the outer gloom of the wilderness.
(like afterthoughts, lost)
She groped relentlessly among the
Water for the child.
The men, near
Frozen, lost interest and returned to
The adjacent shoreline.
It was more ****** that way.
They jeered at her,
Proud of themselves.
(The seething lust of the mindless savage, she thinks)
Their mouths salivate
As they watched
Vicariously.
Her struggle
Became the current
For which she bore.
The impending death of the woman even
More satisfying than the feeling against their flesh of her cunning, wet crease that lies exposed between
Her brown legs.
They watch like wolves
Unable to reach their prey,
Desperate for fresh meat.
Despite the frigid cold,
Their ***** hard,
With the anticipation of death.
The woman clamored among the darkness
She searched for the child.
Heavy fingers fell upon woolen fabric
By chance—
(Hope bloomed in her constricted chest)
Her body finally beginning to seize
Exhaustion permeated
Her mind.
She freed the papoose
From the frozen depths and expelled
The last bit of energy she possessed
To swim to the far side of the shore,
Temporarily out of their reach.
The soldiers,
Quiet now,
Returned to the spectral woods.
They disappeared back down the
Black road from which they came.
She felt the blood as it began to
Return to her appendages, the pins And needles feeling erupting in them.
Her teeth clattered nearly exploding In her mouth.
Her body
Quaked Violently
(The child, near in her mind, cried)
She reached for it.
Her chest,
Rising and
Falling,
Rapid like the river
As she inhaled the burning,
Frozen air.
The child let loose a cough and
She clutched it
tighter to her *****
(Deny the river its prize)
A stream of consciousness,
Steadily slipped from her lips.
(A great heathen prayer calling up some
Great Spirit
As she relentlessly brokered
For a
Life for a life)
The moments passed by like hours.
And the
Great Spirit, with
His wanton lust
For despair, did not manifest that night.
The child fell silent, then still.
The tears came now.
Blurred vision and
Angry sobs.
Darkness consumed entire.
The river flowed by her electric as if
Its lights descended from a place far
Beyond the black taciturn veil of
Night to reflect the merciless
Tragedies among the wretched souls of
The Maine Woods.
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 12:00 PM UTC
The rifts have opened once again,
Their darkness, thin and heavy.
Pouring malicious, defeating thoughts.
Self-doubt, hopelessness, it is agony.
It has been months, what seemed like eons,
Since such dark matters poisoned my mind.
Yet, a single word was all it took to open a wound.
"Trauma", the irony of a word as a trigger.
It ignites the sky of thought, in an absence of light.
The delirium begins, mania rises.
Shield and sword to the gravity of sadness.
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 7:12 AM UTC
a sudden Bonanza viz ****** abuse among
faux Green Acres within Mayberry RFD
now spells showtime for The Avengers, Batman
and Robin to Get Smart
take to heart (what haint no new bob bing beast),
those perpetrators to forsake their Good Times
yet, who determines what constitutes, and how to differentiate
mere kibitzing from unwanted overtures
though most people would concur when
definitive, tangible, verbal assault occurs,
spoiling future Happy Days, yet numerous incidents *** hide
from clear cut serious offences indeed)
rather when details appear nebulous, sketchy, vague,
et cetera defy categorization, giving benefit of doubt to
females or males in question claiming harrassment,
especially when minors testify as adults, asper
major gross indignties (such as pedofilia, date,
incestuous, statutory **** ******
et cetera committed), that occurred years or decades ex post facto
sans molestation, said time delayed contention
must be taken at face value without fail informing
a jury retroactive justice must be must be handed down
to the accuser blatantly, flagrantly, flaunting illegality,
hence fair sentence accordingly adjudicated
insync decreed capital crime abrogated child welfare,
defiling and permanently affecting emotional well being
of said underage youths, as best one
to compensate aggrieved subjects must purge
abominable categorical imperative
asper deliberate wanton (I soup pose), tricked, mislead,
forced to participate unwillingly
risking mental, physical and spiritual health of innocent kid
imposing unforgivable, horrible, execrable misdeeds
irrevocably damaging Lassie or laddie,
which indelibly foisted battering, whereby
even Doctor Marcys Welby M.D. unable to mend
condemning sufferer to psychological Mash pit
triggering Maude lin while Knot's Landing flooded.
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 7:59 PM UTC