#scorned
Love is a boulevard,
Sometimes we're in different lanes.
If all's going well, then I guess it's the same.
But what of the self-imposed roadblocks,
Or closures for repairs?
Things never gotten round to, and now
Some roads lead nowhere
Jun 19, 2023
Jun 19, 2023 at 11:32 PM UTC
What do you hear of me?
What rumors slip from others’ lips?
They speak of me, evil mistress, eyes that pull in, and a body that gets caught in your windpipe.
You are unable to swallow me. You chew on me and hastily spit me out. You choke on me.
The wit I possess is too quick for your bruteness. You dismiss my thoughts.
I am just a woman, nothing less, and nothing more.
Bore to serve you and bear your seed.
What do you hear of me? What slips from others’ lips?
Am I a murderous harlot? A bitter witch with nothing better to do.
Do serpents sit atop my brow, shall I turn you to stone?
Am I Charybdis, shall I swallow you whole?
They are unable to chop me up into bit sized pieces. For some reason, they do not love me as a collective.
What do you hear regarding the treatment of me?
You only hear yourselves, deafening my point of view.
I hear I have scorned every one of you. Do you hear of who scorned me?
Have you ever questioned what may have made me this way?
What makes a mistress so vile?
The mistreatment of a loving deity can mangle many.
I was hanged on a hook, a piece of meat left to rot.
I was once pure and heavenly.
I will ask once more,
What have you heard of me?
What tales have slipped from others’ lips?
Have you stopped to think what created me to be so evil?
I am the evil mistress. I will chew you up and I will eagerly swallow you in all your whole.
I know my motive. What is yours?
Apr 14, 2021
Apr 14, 2021 at 10:44 AM UTC
Whether you're a victim
Of a firestorm, sandstorm, snowstorm,
Remember: hell hath no fury
Like mother nature scorned
Feb 2, 2021
Feb 2, 2021 at 8:47 PM UTC
*
*Blood of babes were spilt
Wrath has claimed her scorching heart
Cogs of vengeance turns*
*
Aug 10, 2020
Aug 10, 2020 at 2:21 AM UTC
She prays, she stays perched on her knees,
but she can’t admit she never receives replies.
All these days, it’s no phase but she never sees,
essentially she’s only talking to vacant skies.
She pleads with her beads, her trusted rosary
but every word falls on deaf ears.
Every night, routine tight, does she include me
or does she only prioritize her deepest fears?
I’ve only prayed once in my life
for something so meaningless most people would forget.
I should’ve saved my “one” for times of true strife,
but I’m a lucky gambler, I had never lost a bet.
Are you there God? It’s me, Emily,
not the one in the past or the future self,
I could ask for a million things but they wouldn’t hold much meaning
but I’ll neglect begging for my fleeting health.
Up, down, left and right,
I personally prefer the Contra Code.
It aids one better in a fight
regardless of the settings or the mode.
They say Sunday’s a time for worship and rest
but I’ve been working all night and my left brain won’t stop flowing.
I guess there’s a lot of things sitting on my chest,
and a certain type of comfort in uncertainty and not knowing.
I dig six feet deep to find the dedication,
and I put my hands together; connecting my fingers.
I can’t help it, I can’t find it, it seems my hesitation
has a will of it’s own, and it always lingers.
Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 2:52 PM UTC
Mouth-foamed tremors
Spineless sinners
Ashe soaked layers
Mindless prayers
Hate thy father
Love, why bother
Sad goes farther
Candle carver
Shapely mother
Child she'll smother
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 12:37 AM UTC
I see thou walking over there,
With a single rose in thine hand,
Hafst thou loved another,
Just as I hafst loved thee?
Why, Randal, must thou leave me so?
I hafst been nothing but good to thee.
I prepare thy food, watch thy children.
I hafst done everything thou hath asked of me.
My heart aches for thee.
Thou hafst pricked it with a thorn.
For thou hafst cast me aside.
I guess thou hafst never truly loved me.
Thou know me the best.
All my dreams and fears.
What I value the most.
How shall I live without thee?
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 10:56 AM UTC
Coffee in hand, she sits on a train
She smells a little like cinnamon and sage.
She hears a voice, her heart in her mouth
It isn’t him, as she fears. Absolutely no doubt.
Amongst the loud hum, she can spy at herself
So sad, so defeated, she’s like no one else.
Tears spring to her eyes as she looks at her screen
She’d been too busy living a Hemingway dream.
She won’t call him again, as he doesn’t care
She won’t let him in when he’s not really there.
She won’t be his last and she wasn’t the first
She isn’t the only girl to get hurt.
So coffee in hand, she’s no longer forlorn
For hell hath no fury like a good woman scorned.
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 12:24 PM UTC
Her legs weren't stairways
to heaven, for these ladders
were anything but safe.
Pulled fibres collected
unsuspecting
Victims to be caught upon
her wondering lusts.
For the best poison was that
which took time to ****
And her bite was anything
but fast acting upon her prey.
She never charged as much as
those who were below her class.
For she was scorned before.
And those who chose her beauty over
instinct, only had themselves
to blame.
For her man, was a walker of corners,
catching eyes of cheap thrills.
His gift to her was a ring and a death sentence
of A.I.D.S..
And now she passes the gift given without consent,
to those who would choose a vine vintage soured
by gangrene grapes. They'll all taste her sweetness,
only to poisoned by its taste after swallowing it.
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 5:35 PM UTC
I bloomed like a flower for you.
An annual.
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 3:35 AM UTC
We used to wake with the rising sun,
Before the sky could heat up enough
To burn us with her flames.
We would stay up long after the sun died
Every night, long into the stars' play
But we were always busy looking at each other.
The moon was and has to be jealous
Of us,
We took the time we gave to her
To give to each.
Then there were the other dolls
That swung out the door.
You used to be captivated by the sea
And stars,
But I broke your trance
And with your eyes on the ground
You drifted like the smoke from cigarettes.
You were clean before,
Never had a drink,
Never smoked, never catcalled,
For the moon had you,
You were stuck in dreams
But I broke your chains
And had you freed.
Now you use me as a match
To light up your darkness,
To fulfil your hunger,
Your midnight smoking ache
On the terrace,
The filthy parking lots.
You don't care that you are burning me
And I like a fool
Crave your fingers on me
As you strike me against the sand.
Again and again
Then discard me.
I never feared being burnt,
The whole world used to hit me
On me
Like stones rubbed together
To spark fire.
I would light up and ignite
Wildfires,
But I never thought
You would bite.
I forgot that all birds in cages
Beg for the sky,
But once freed,
They all come down to litter the streets.
I freed you,
You carried me on your wings,
Made me forget the moon,
The stars.
The fact that I was a planet on my own,
And I tied myself to you
Like I was a lost moon
Surviving on gravity's pull.
You dropped me in a sky-less desert,
The horizon dancing in its own flames.
The sun and the moon collided
And the stars fell like moths
Burnt by desire.
You never did return.
But I was wrong
The world remained intact,
The clouds cried.
It was I
Blinded by the shine of your eyes.
You used to reflect the moon,
The fire of the stars years away.
I am ashes, black char,
On your wings I will be a stain.
So you shook me off
And never returned.
I only wish now
That when I lay well into the noon,
The sky will heat up enough
To evaporate me,
And I will dissolve.
You will feel me in your breath,
In the wind beneath your fake wings,
I will flow into your blood stream,
Block out your lungs,
And you will bleed through your nose,
Cough up black debris of the past.
I hope you will remember me
As the dolls you will collect
With their paper fingers
Falters to revive you.
But I will be deep in your mind,
Corroding your nerves,
Blocking veins and arteries.
And when you ask yourself
What is happening,
You will see my heart that you stole
To save yourself,
Will burst in your own cursed cage
And in your own blood
You will drown.
But God forbid I become caught in your dreams.
I always was a nightmare for men
So I will be no different for you.
Somewhere you did burn me,
I simply took it as a glow.
But you hate ashes
And I have regrets.
But this is the time
When your absence of mind
Lets the match burn your fingers,
And your clothes catch on fire.
But you, unlike the horizon,
Don't dance but wither in pain.
I will seep out through you then
And water the plants.
I will be a garden built
On your ashes.
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 1:54 PM UTC
Flipping flicking , food searching through the dumps
Wanting to find .....something ..... anything to have a munch .
Days , years ... what I can't recall is what I have .. The only thing that is torn and forced black on my back ..
When I'm seen .. noses and faces twist in pain ..
But I never noticed a thing in my little space ..
It's all blank , my speeches , my appearance is a ghost .
My sanity and humanity sank in the same boat , it seems .
I'm rejected .. A reject that's what I am
With only the company of the voice inside my head
Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 9:15 AM UTC
im lying here in bed wondering when we will meet again, and angry that i trusted you with words no one else has read.
you took my firsts- my words and touches, and i assumed you would be my last, but you took them and never looked back.
i guess that's why i haven't written on paper since.
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 2:20 PM UTC
You don't have to talk
about breaking my heart
like you were just pulling weeds
from the front yard garden,
like it had to be done
before you went about your day
without a **** to give
about what I had to do
to salvage the flowers
that you thought
weren't worth watering.
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 12:38 AM UTC
Sands slip through my fingers,
sun scorched with dried blood
staining the palm where I wiped the blade.
I did not bleed. I did not bat my eyes
when his severed limb flew past my face.
My eyes opened wider and tasted victory
more intently than my screams
vanquished his memory.
I thought it was but an apparition on the sands
miles past; a haunting, a demon, a scorned lover
back for revenge now that I made off with valuables:
the fastest steed, the cave within me
where he stored his treasure when he pleased.
Thus when he appeared, when he charged by foot
and outstretched his arms (much smaller from my new height)
feebly, weakly to end me first, so he could brag to the village,
"She is like the women who believe they can fly."
I do fly
to my sword,
my hand unsheathes the blazing boiling metal.
With one sharp ting I watch his arm and the tiny dagger
sail across the desert and settle atop the sand,
gently gracefully, unlike his living, boasting words
would have wanted.
To the man who brought destruction in the depths,
where coolness and faithful waters dripped down the walls;
where no one dared near for fear of the One who is near me.
They will say warrior was born of ruins.
If they ask me, I will say, "Warrior is born of defeat no more."
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 2:06 AM UTC
You sit at my table
And eat of my flesh
Do my entrails warm you
Of the cold outside?
Viscera visions of death
Erodes my mind
While you lay bare my bones
Does it amuse you
To watch me suffer so?
For even a buzzard
Shows pity
My heart pumps no more
From whence blood once flowed
A river
As dry as sand
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 3:44 PM UTC
She expelled them all, floating like lifeless
Baubles hanging in airless light.
They glimmered in frozen shimmers,
Silence blessed her being.
A woman scorned, cleansed of ants crawling
Upon her being, now healing once more.
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 2:04 PM UTC
She is the last of her
Frailty, that shadow
Of girl interrupted,
The whole of her burned
Like a great scar on a heart
She once knew.
The anamolous woman
In another world,
A woman used and left behind,
Though one cannot recognise
Her face, through her
Demeanor she tells of another life.
And she declared war
With a ravenous intention
On building great walls,
Insurmountable
And with no doors
She leaves but a window
For him to find
And glimpse what she guards.
He will fall for her
And break like water against
The rock,
The jagged rock never smoothened
And the walls will shake
At the oscillating moment,
She will see a silhouette of frail
And timid creature,
She will sedate the emotion
And the walls will grow taller,
The embodiment of independence
In a story lost to the pain,
She will walk the earth
In a stir of echoes past,
The walls shimmering dark glow,
And the woman scorned does roam.
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 3:14 PM UTC
I never trusted gravity enough.
Not enough to fall
In love.
Truth is,
I never trusted.
Anyone.
But that's not entirely true.
See, for awhile I trusted.
Even love I trusted.
For awhile I invested in others.
For awhile I let people let me down easily.
"I'm not ready for a relationship right now"
"I think we'll be better off as friends"
"You aren't ready to be a good boyfriend."
"I'm looking for someone different. Like your friend"
I still can recall them ad nauseum.
Line after line of why I wasn't their
Right guy.
Right shape.
Right plan for their perfect wedding 10 years in the future.
And so I lost trust.
I lost trust in them.
I lost trust in love.
I lost trust in me.
So I ignored gravity too,
The gravity that could bring me closer.
To someone
To anyone
To love.
The gravity that could sink me to solid ground
And allow me to walk toward a future
In love.
I ignored it.
And floated.
Drifted really.
Inside myself.
Inside myself
Where I stocked up on bulk buy cans of
Self-loathing
And self-pity
Unloading them in my bunker to stack them neatly next to my canned jars of
Selfishness and anger
Behind bags of jealousy and loneliness.
And with the cupboard full I packed it in.
Gave up.
A person learns not to trust.
And it's a hard lesson to learn.
It takes time.
It takes years.
It takes enough rejection to make a person.
Whose heart is open.
Whose heart is pure.
Whose heart is true.
To harden.
To protect itself.
From being repeatedly kicked down life's stairs,
As gravity aids the fall.
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 2:40 AM UTC
When I walk by, do you feel the tension in the air?
Do you notice that I'm even there?
I'm waiting for you to notice me.
I'm watching whilst you go day by day oblivious of my stare.
I walk so close you must feel my breath
Hear my steps
Smell my scent
Feel my need to be by your side.
And, yet I'm continually denied my presence by you.
Others notice, they look at me, through me.
They ignore me.
The woman in the grey shroud, blending in with the crowd.
Soon, this shroud will lie in tatters, and all who matter will know
How enticed by your paradise I paid the price
Seeds sown, Ploughed and rooted
The child within was muted
Know how you denied me twice and left us to die, sliced.
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 11:08 PM UTC
I will never treat you like a ten
Because we are human
All wrapped in sin
I will never treat you so sweetly
Letting roses call out bleakly
Teddy bears stuffed with lies
But I'll sit and watch you cry
Or talk or smile or possibly die
But I'll be there throughout time
Bittersweet biting on lips
Hoping not to get the slip
I will never treat you like a ten
Because I'm human
Wrapped in my sins
Calling out with all my might
Whispering long goodbyes
Hoping Angel's wings shall break
Satan bound so filled with hate
Fingernails across the board
My thoughts are dying
Forever yours
Blessed to be the nothing you seek
Release those chains
Your soul be free
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 11:48 AM UTC