#possessed
I was there all the time, while you were gone
One day you were there, the next day, gone
Everything was going good
So I never understood what went wrong
I never understood what I did so wrong
Because one day you were there
And the next day; bright, and early, gone
I never understood how another girl
Became your "number one"
Things started to turn south
When I noticed you were gone more
You'd make sure you were always quiet
When you managed to make your way home
And came through the door
Quiet as can be, so you didn't wake me up
Because you didn't want me to know
That you were actually out after work
With some girl who had a baby
Which made you look like a creep
How could you hit me below the belt, so deep?
You went and wandered the streets
Looking for someone else to satisfy
You and your petty selfish needs
You were playing house with someone else
Giving someone else the attention I was supposed to get
Not even caring to ask how I even felt
You hit me in the face one, slapped rather
That was a one time thing, not a big deal or matter
Because you hit me in front of my mother
And she told you point blank
"If you're going to hit my daughter;
You need to take a breath and really think"
And then I chimed in with;
"It's okay because if he ever tries or does it again;
I'll go to jail for breaking his **** hand."
The audacity this fool think he had
Cheated on me because I can't have kids
And he apparently wanted to be a dad
All you had to do was say something to me
That's something I would have come to understand
But instead you became unfaithful and left me sad
I really had feelings for you because I became obsessed
Starting going to work with you
And sitting in your vehicle for 8-12 hours like I was possessed
You drove me so crazy I didn't know what else to do
Then one day it all became clear
I wasn't needed anymore here
So I left, and never looked back.
Stephanie A. Ludwig
04/25/2025
Apr 25, 2025
Apr 25, 2025 at 5:33 PM UTC
Sometimes we’re softened by the love they try to give
Even if we can’t fully accept it and live
Even if we can’t learn our lesson and forgive
Even if we stay trapped by the pain and continue to relive
Like a movie
Who would choose me? If there were other options
Don’t love me out of duty
Find the beauty in my mess and hang on to that
Love the good parts and help me change the rest
Help me to express these thoughts
I’m always so depressed
I feel so possessed
& I just need some rest
Dec 9, 2023
Dec 9, 2023 at 5:26 PM UTC
What about me do you find loveable?
You do much more than I deserve
What are redeeming qualities?
You and I go way back
I feel it's more than that
Why?
You do all you are able to make me happy
I do what I can to make you happy
Your efforts are equivalent to a greater amount than my own
I do not understand your love
Welcome it all the same
May 5, 2021
May 5, 2021 at 8:14 PM UTC
you are a lab rat,
dancing in their labs,
through you they *** to conclusions.
You turn them from ***** to holy,
Every morning they turn saint.
It's sad how you have turned a naked god,
Cleaning possessed men.
Immoral lab experiments
Men are tresh.
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 4:48 AM UTC
There’s a ghost inside my skin
Basking in my sin
Wearing me like a dress
She took over my soul
Swallowed me whole
Left me in distress
I tried to launch an attack
Grabbed her hand, pulled her back
But she pushed me back inside
Now she wears my charms
Says she doesn’t mean me harm
Still, the other me has died
She lied.
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 12:45 AM UTC
my skin is hot. fevered. demanding
to be soothed. touched. satisfied.
have i gone crazy? i have never, ever
done such a thing. never unlocked
this private room inside of me. never
ever wanted to take a look inside.
am i possessed? entered by a demon,
chained and padlocked, inside of myself?
i feel possessed, taken by some evil,
sick desire. desire i can’t control.
what is wrong with me? i don’t want
this. oh god. it can’t feel good.
but it does.
it does.
does.
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 2:10 PM UTC
i see you
in colours
that don’t
exist at all.
— N O V A | p o s s e s s e d
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 1:30 PM UTC
Twinkling stars reflect in his deep blue iris,
He’s possessed by the stars he said,
As I to him,
Nothing but him and I, and time in our hands to spend it with,
Nothing but the world we flick and kick in a blink,
Nothing,
Nothing but him and I.
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 6:06 PM UTC
Fortune Cookie Maxim Minimizes
(alternately titled “markedly welcome matt and luke warm john.”)
i agonizingly dutifully didst wait
to distract anticipatory anxiety,
(analogous to an expectant father)
while protracted procedure promised
nothing short of a millennium,
whereby echoing thru the corridors of time
olly olly gluten free ranging NON GMO, oxen
oiled lubricated cloven hoof
nsync cup aided toot tune to clacking choppers
activated after this chap dialed up favorite eats
using latest vaunted communications device
(forced to shout over din o'er
loud grumbling within bowel
of abdominal anatomical beast)
commenced manifold upon ordering repast
magically appeared, low
and behold an appetizer tete a tete
via tony Apple iPhone X ‑ 256 GB ‑
Silver Verizon amazing piece de resistance,
sans technological fetes
with CDMA/GSM ring tones,
where a pleasant fecund female bot tilled voice didst greet
prepping, priming, promoting
Crowded house special of the Green day
dis "FAKE" kin lister eagerly
awaited: salivating, simulating ****** soothing
sans savory souffle
the first culinary ******** savory dish,
after aye parked, positioned, and plunked gluteus
near swinging doors leading into kitchen,
where this word maven strategically
dip posited said maximus to attempt
futile gastronomic endeavor
tum maximize tempering torturous tenacious
devastatingly deadly assault steaming enemy
disarmed disguised, and dismantled,
resplendent redolent redoubt
digitally remastering nondiscerning indistinct aromas
to supper esse overwhelming paroxysms to gorge
putting a ritzy lid on heated fiery dogged
craving powder milk dog biscuits
(an impossible mission), where oozing,
licking, insinuating filaments
commingled as cutthroat nemesis cooly whipped
devastatingly weeknd x2c;
wickedly wafting, seducing, satiating, and salivating
courtesy olfactory foramen, deflecting incessant onslaughts
induced famished fellow to reevaluate, relinquish,
and revisit his Weltanschauung soup per bowl,
while simultaneously commandeering cutlery
to attack, besiege, conquer
condemning delegate of China ware without tea zing,
thence indiscriminately marshaling choppers
to set up base camp at Oral-B
(heeding flying pie warnings, where shewing
should desserts foe ment Hunger)
eggs sauce er baited onslaught of herbaceous,
fabulous delicious culinary cuisine aromatic eats
thoroughly teasing growling stomach
steeping interminable suspenseful,
seven star Michelin magicians
empowered to transform most anything (such
as bilge water, road **** or septic tank)
gourmet experienced huckster longingly *****
doubled as famished Norwegian Bachelor farmer,
equating odoriferous garbage truck
on par suckling swollen teats
patience caved to restrain noshing
impaling his strict credo on dustbin of his story
never again *** chew gnawing
even knuckles sandwich of fingers or toes
squishy human digits texture of imported dates
which hunger pangs lesson,
do justice doth minimally satiate afterwards,
a restauranteur hoof hall hues highbrow opinion,
hence a short survey about ambience, yours truly will rate
perhaps unwise of an every Jimmy John Joe gourmand
tubby biased after an apple ala carte blanch
preceded with delicious hors d'oeuvre high marks
more nerve wracking than going on a blind date.
And of course with enticing forkful of flagrant food
Beep ping Update complete disrupted first mouthful.
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 9:45 PM UTC
So it's night
So it's dark
So it's quiet
So am I.
Bathed in electric shadow
I push blues and whites
In cream curdled from clouds
And shades of grey and green.
In politics and paint you're born
'Welcome to the world.
You're going to make someone very happy.'
Me.
So how many days
Can you spend in nights?
Let me know, faithless print
For eyes watch us, praying fondly.
I get confused, often
Spraxically distopic in a utopian person
We'll succeed together
We'll fly on splinted wings.
I can write love poems too, you know,
But I'm only here for the future
So let's wait, together
And work for something we still breath for.
I'm here for you being here for me
And I grow branches in the night's silence.
An ode to breathlessness
And the chill of flush for the quiet.
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 7:40 PM UTC
He woke up smiling
Next to his dear miracle
He doesn't wanna miss
Tangled in her dreams
Only she is his dream
Came to life for him
Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 12:20 PM UTC
Run away, child,
Don't let me in,
I'm a demon,
I'm a devil,
I'll teach you how to sin.
Run away, little son,
Don't look into my eyes,
They are black-blue, they are deadly,
And full of dangerous lies.
Run away, little daughter,
Before your mind I will slaughter,
My existence knows no love,
I was expelled from above.
You can never run away,
Your mind is my slave,
I will haunt you until you die,
Never to leave your side.
Run away, child.
While you're still alive.
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 12:07 PM UTC
There's a man in my mirror,
His face is not mine.
He's painted onto the walls,
And carved into my mind.
He whispers In my ear,
And tells me strange things,
His twisted words betray me,
He laughs and he sings.
He has eyes so yellow as the sun,
They pierce through me, nothing can be done.
He possesses the key to set me free but he will never give it back to me.
I hope one day he will set me free,
And leave with all of the memories he gave me.
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 5:54 PM UTC
SHE rose to his towering rule,
The plaything of his life -
Love's rusting tool,
Of husband and wife.
She hath paid her heart's due -
Once struck by Death's love bow,
Her senses laid few,
Far from what she used to know.
Her heart lays upon Death's trail,
Bleeding endless waves -
Forevermore without fail,
Until she meets the graves.
Love she missed in the new day,
Of glorious awe -
Under the showers of May,
Her beating heart still raw.
Unmentioned tensions galore,
In that home just down the road,
The marriage they both bore -
Where blood soon flowed.
Alas, the man's mind!
Possessed was he,
By Death's kind -
To forever torment she.
Bleak stormy dreary eve,
Where an ominous draft -
Set Death's yarn to weave,
Death's conniving craft.
Spirits had swallowed he,
Consuming his soul -
And burdening she,
So the funeral bells may toll.
This phantasm he may abide,
Love's ending scythe -
Against her butchered hide,
The forces Death may writhe.
And behind that home,
Just down the little road -
The blood may roam,
For the marriage she abode.
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 12:47 AM UTC
you are buried in the deepest
and it was maddening
you kissed and licked and tasted every inch
you never neglected a single part of me
ensuring i feel you everywhere
i have never felt more possessed and claimed
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 8:54 AM UTC
I look upon the empty frame
But I see, it speaks behind,
Behind me. In front there is no
Mirror,
Reflection,
Hair
Is on end, I breath, but I am exhaling.
What expelled.
I feel whispers in each ear,
Voice,
Voices,
Words
"Telling me what I must"
Must, must, must.
I see what whispers, the reflection
That's not meant to be.
Me
I,
voices
Muttered upon myself.
"The wood Is thirst"
"It shows yourself as meant to be"
"Reflection of that not seen"
I scream, but whispers are expelled
As I walk away.
I find in front of this mirror less frame,
Old nails
Protruded,
Extended,
Overhanging
Points upon flesh.
"I find my self laying flat,"
Lacerations as I see a reflection
"In this Mirror less frame"
It is me laughing as I bleed upon wood,
I see that which took me,
It was me that fed the wood...
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 3:56 PM UTC
The voice burnt upon my brain
I wanted to speak, to be alone
But it was like a
Candle
Flame
That grew to
******
Scorching my mind
It was the darkness that
Encroached upon my
Every thought, desires
Twisted
Perverted
Darkened
By this voice that's not mine
In the depths of my mind it
"Shrieks"
My ears permanently ringing
You have imprinted on thoughts
"I don't want"
"I do want"
"I don't know what I want"
Stop this trickery upon my mind
I am possessed by a
Whisper
That spoke untruths that
Shouted
Screamed
Silent
Is my voice now
"This voice is mine"
"The voice you knew is no more"
I'm screaming through my iris,
The window to my soul
Will any one hear my silent voice
This voice that speaks is not know my own
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 7:13 PM UTC
She is his
You can see it just from a glance
It can't be chance
that he sits so rigid
Their PDA almost frigid
in it's clockwork execution
we kiss now, here, then, when we should
Their public nature behind a hood
of do's and don'ts,
should, could so would,
but never must
never need.
I don't feel she's ever breathed
just for you, she
feels too insular.
Too
Egocentric
His posture is pride,
A look; a challenge
A touch: assurance
This one is mine
Look, don't touch
Envy me
But find your own
In his arms his serpent glows
and coils around his throat
dote
Their words are whispers of
solidarity
A secret society
who's key they ate,
their touches tempt fate.
You're going to hurt him
But for now she coils, and
boils his blood
and throws his rudder out of
control.
And he sits, a deadbolted frame,
clinging to a paper Mona Lisa
which could flap away
or, at any moment,
bore and
stray
But for now,
they're proud and
loud with public love.
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 11:07 AM UTC
Flashbacks of a juvenile burning curiosity like the charm of a snake, outside looking in...And all the setbacks between the two sides luring the tediosity to take some straight on the side while school is in.
Big ups, the cotton wool is pulled over our eyes, how do you shape-shift between freedom and destruction?? I pick you up through the rotten like a fool even though I know inside I can't escape a stiff one, while you lead them down that path of destruction. The comfort of Noah being a drunk is naive, I delve in your chemical name called Spirits. That's why you're a demon drug like how Eve and Adam were beguiled into this subliminal game and lost the Sphinx. Master of inebriation, you're probably the cause of an Old Man's flaws or the reason why we lost our Love for...The Answer to Liberation, seeing Old Timers and Mentors slip and fall on odour tavern floors...
Excuse me and watch your step, tomorrow they might think I'm on drugs coz' of your transgressions. Exclude me and watch you're back, you never know...they might just think I'm a **** coz' of your aggression. Exorcise in solitude and stop disturbing the peace between families and friends. Our Sisters are now exercising fortitude in the fog, curbing their dreams by imbibing in fantasies and trends.
Pains to see Good Men possessed out of success and in denial...
But then again Real Men will profess out of such stress and be the Lion.
Hear that...craziness cunning hard for a kiss of ***
"You wanna forget your troubles?"
I say Cheers to that blaziness coming hard...you can kiss my ***
"Give me another double".
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 5:27 AM UTC