#punish
Stranded among deserted dreams she folds her hands,
Prayers whisper in weakened ears as her punishment beams,
This reckoning will magnify throughout decades for her exile awaits,
A lonesome retreat for a somber song,
Broken soundtracks repeat reconciled tunes,
A sanctum of regret welcomes her remorse,
For deeds cannot be undone and the words spoken stung;
Ghastly hours await.
Apr 14, 2021
Apr 14, 2021 at 5:53 PM UTC
It's upon these cold stones
Which now, I choose to sit, and wait.
Alone at sunrise, fear, hatred and of course, this synthetic 'Art of Doubt'....become me.
The ridged steps- my only companionship
the true essence of cold.
as my fingers numb, and I can barley type this out
Honestly know
I wonder how long and painful
death by ice
really must be.
Beside me; a building filled with everything I could ever ask for want or even need.
Everything.
And yet , Upon these Cold stones
I sit, just a while longer
To remember what I still have. Not mourn what I've lost.
But mainly, to be a man who doesnt deserve anything inside that wonderful, overwhelming sentimental house. Be it people, possessions even the animals-on those cold steps of reality-he deserves where he rests.
They all deserve more than what I thought I could haven given them.
More than this.
I am so sorry Dad.
Im very sorry Mom.
Thank you, for these cold stones. You will never understand the gratitude, which one day
I must leave behind,
of all the these priceless blessings.
But for now
It's upon these
Oh so cold, disgracelesss stones- you and me are too alike
melted with liquid burned and with fire, me and these cold stones
know true
desperation.
Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 6:48 AM UTC
I'm just a beautiful liar, with nothing but chains and whips to cover the truth.
I'm just a beautiful liar, with nothing but wounds and scars to cover the pain.
I'm just a beautiful liar, with nothing but twists and schemes, to cover the hate.
You may deny me, you may admit me, you may underestimate me.
But somehow, I have you questioning yourself.
I'm just a beautiful liar, trying to be good.
I lie with no remorse, yet, I tell the truth bluntly.
I know my capabilities, only a few I choose to use it on.
Don't trust me, and I won't trust you.
I'm just a beautiful liar, beggin, to be good.
Punish me daddy, for I have lied to tell the truth.
For I have sinned to be good.
For I have underestimated my own intelligence, to get my way.
I'm just a beautiful liar, covered in promiscuity.
May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 2:26 PM UTC
If Satan
were really
the Devil
he wouldn't punish
bad people
it's a myth
you see
that evil lies
in the darkest
of nights
so don't be worried
when the nightmares
bring comfort
a familiar darkness
no longer afraid
safety can be found
in the arms of the shadows
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 1:11 AM UTC
Fog-grey paint on wood…
Sentry!
Imprisons willing hostage…
Safe!
It jars - jams handle door to floor
Uterine prison seals hermetic hermit
The fawn as naked innocent born.
Cow mother forages for food…
To earn!
Boy buck lay prone; ears twitch.
Waiting to exhale.
Wolf pants foul -
turn handle -
entry permit?
On eves gone by wolf violates fawn.
Cow mother oblivious in her providing!
Crept in!
Kneeled!
As fawn feigned sleep…
Lupus leered, licked - abused like prey
This night young deer escapes the hunt
Lays quiet, tremulous.
Wets itself!
Chair holds!
Patriarchal coward creeps back to fetid lair
Brief reprieve?
Grow strong - pray another day!
©pofacedpoetry – Billy Reynard-Bowness (2018) – All rights reserved
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 8:09 AM UTC
You will not be punished for your anger,
you will be punished by your anger.
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 8:43 AM UTC
I don't talk about my problems because I don't want my problems to become yours.
I don't want you to adopt my destructive habits and thoughts. The way I avoid questions and disguise bad situations.
I don't talk about the things I have had to experience, not because I don't want you to know those things about me, but because I know that they will change you. In some way. Maybe they will change the way you see me, the way you treat me, or maybe even the way you see the rest of the world and yourself.
I don't want to tell you every detail about my relations with men because I don't want you to fear them as well.
I don't want to tell you about the harassment and torture I endured throughout the years because I don't want to reveal the things that hurt me.
I don't want to tell you about my eating disorders and the way I think because I don't want to give you an instruction manual on how to **** yourself.
I avoid becoming too personal with people because it makes me vulnerable. I do not favor being used.
I get irrationally angry when I see that my friends are going through the same problems as me. Maybe it is because I care about them, or it could be because I am jealous. I honestly don't know.
I feel like I am doing a lot and not enough at the same time, and I hate myself for it. I punish myself with restless nights of crying and bleeding, torture myself with challenges against successful people, push myself to the brink of pain and defeat because I know I am cable of being successful. So why do I not just do more?
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 3:17 AM UTC
Twisted metal
The thrill of it all
His hand cold instead of mine
God punish me
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 9:24 PM UTC
I cut you,
You do not bleed.
I push you,
You do not fall.
I scream,
You do not flinch.
You stand by my side,
The strongest person I know.
Thank you x
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 9:05 AM UTC
*Someone has stopped writing our love story
Are we too happy to be punished like this?*
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 1:46 AM UTC
It doesn't matter what I say
And it doesn't matter what they know,
Tomorrow for me will be a rainy day
After they're through sending me where
No one even knows I may go.
And no matter what happens to me,
You'll be fine-fancy free,
You're all the same, just looking for something
Or someone that looks just like me to blame,
No one would hurt you just the same.
*And what was the point for this madness
That won't ever come to an end?
No attempt to find a way to ease the tension?
Why can't peace between us ever begin?
So you can always be certain you'll always win.*
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 9:09 PM UTC
Your daughter, you allow her to roam,
While you remain in your drinker's dome.
It's okay because your teenage son
Will watch her while you have your fun.
He doesn't need a happy life,
You've ensured him so much strife.
He should cater to you, **** his spare time,
Disobeying you is a crime.
But you punish in unfair ways,
Screaming, breaking things, making him pay.
You'll regret it some day, I promise,
His children you will come to miss,
For their cheeks will never experience your kiss.
He'll keep them, and himself, far away,
Repaying you for all the days you made him pay.
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 11:18 AM UTC
Walk with me, unto these lands of Golden Life, of which thy beauty has been gratefully given to us by the Gods so that we may prosper.
Walk with me, under and into these Hellish lands, of which is ruled by the lone Chthonic God, given to us to punish us for any evil deed we may have unknowingly done.
And now fly with me, to the peaceful white haven, known as Heaven, of which has been opened and bestowed upon us to honor and hold those who have faithfully died, and those who have never strayed from the path of righteousness.
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 1:22 PM UTC
punishment, not fit
for a velvet plaything
treated like lobotomized dogs
vast vivid wilderness of pain
will you ever see through the fog
the wretchedness I adore
in my head, eternal hell
taken for granted our prizes are mounted
the hypocrisy we deplore
punishment not fit for a mangled heart
blisters these hands twitch
to be found, all is lost to start
feel the nervous itch
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 7:25 AM UTC
Be my poison and be my drugs
Give me lustful kisses and tighter hugs
Love me with pain and show me the pleasure
Bury me in lust like your hidden treasure
Caress my body and stroke my face
Pull my hair and let our bodies race
Moan your curses and scream your shame
Bite my skin in this lustful game
Give me more you're my addiction
I love the heat and I love the friction
Slap me here and scratch me there
Show me your eyes, your **** stare
Punish me I need to be taught by my master
Keep going! Don't stop! I want it to go faster!
I'm gonna burst! This deed is almost complete!
When we're done lets lather, rinse and repeat.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 12:42 AM UTC
Sitting in the aftermath
Of shattered dreams on broken skin
Left to wonder how
Realizing we are all capable of unmentionables
Steeped in regret
Begging forgiveness
Accidents are accidents
Still, there is no forgiveness
Self-affirming the negative
Unintended consequences
Alter perceptions
Who are these people
Who, then, have I become
Though, that who feels more like a what
And the demons laugh
As they frolic in the real world
Let them run free
Let them dance
Who I was
Will hide in their dungeon
For it is safer in there than out here
Yes, it is much safer
And there is no one
To say differently
Punish the guilty
Punish the guilty
Punish the guilty
Who needs proof
What is proof
It was only an accident
Unintentional circumstances
Affirm nightmares
No one will find me in here
Safe in the lair of the beasts who bore me
Alone inside my head
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 11:53 AM UTC
So few, yet so many.
I'm hungry.
I'm depressed.
I'm sorry.
And yet everything has lost meaning.
Everyone says these things like they don't matter,
And there are others that say them, looking for
Someone to notice the seriousness.
I am depressed- I hate myself. I hate my life. Everything is my fault. I want to die. I have tried to die. I want to try again, but the only thing stopping me is a promise.
I am hungry- I'm trying to eat regularly, but I do not want to. I feel okay, but I don't feel pretty. I feel lime I need to punish myself. I am lost and confused.
I'm sorry- I'm a ***** No matter what you do, you can not save me or help me. I am sick. I am a slut,only been with one man, not anymore, but I still feel the regret and shame we share. I feel guilt from things I've never done. And I do t know how to stop it.
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 11:53 AM UTC