#spiteful
Look at me now but don't let me go
We both know we stooped too low;
And when our souls hurt and our flesh is aching
Are you surprised our love is breaking?
I didn't want to be here
But I just thought you'd be nearer
I don't want to fight
But all I do is out of spite.
I'm not meant to build you up
I'm only here to build my art
And I'll be your teammate
When you don't love me just a little too late.
And what's the love for a soul you thought you had
As a friend when our hearts are broken and sad
If it's now out of reach
And in the contract there's been a breach?
Aug 13, 2025
Aug 13, 2025 at 8:10 AM UTC
Tell me that you hate me
Say that you find me upsetting
Get angry, get spiteful about it
Block me from all of your socials
Erase the photos and my number
Tell me that you'll never come back
Throw it all back to my face
Please tell me that you hate me
Otherwise
I would still have hope
Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 8:59 AM UTC
“Mama tried,” Mama lied.
Mama stole your car and sold it for a price
Married five times, Mama never could decide.
Always called me ugly, but I have Mama’s eyes.
Betrayed by fate, Mama hates that she’s alive.
Stay up late at night just to hear Mama cry.
It’s hard to feel pity when Mama casts you to the side.
There was never any love in the house where Mama resides.
But sure, Mama tried. Mama Tried.
Dec 20, 2024
Dec 20, 2024 at 1:27 PM UTC
~
*Bitter moon
Cold harvest
The fruits of your labor
never to ripen*
~
May 17, 2021
May 17, 2021 at 10:49 AM UTC
You were once a part of me
A piece that I lacked,
now you're a piece I don't ever want back.
Goodbye.
Mar 2, 2021
Mar 2, 2021 at 11:11 AM UTC
Don't look now,
but my heart is in two
The last I'd think to be hurt by is you
I wish I'd known this prior to our post,
that those who love you know how to hurt you most
So don't look now,
but there's a dead end
For you and I can never start again.
Feb 6, 2021
Feb 6, 2021 at 12:27 PM UTC
Why can't we forget
How the weeds grew in our yard
The ones we removed
Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 12:23 PM UTC
Is it tenacious
to take mine
because i took yours,
or perhaps only foolish
to both end up blind
Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 1:18 PM UTC
i would just like to say that you make me angry. when i think of your unoriginality and your entitled tone of speech, my blood boils. sometimes i think of how much happier i would be if i could leave your bland face behind and just start over. your face makes me want to pack up all my things and run to the edge of the planet.
possibly fall off !
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 11:26 AM UTC
now swallow your words
for that matter your tongue too
spit out saltwater
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 1:43 PM UTC
Many a song has been written about the girl
Stating how the sweet love of two will unfurl
How beautiful she is outside and under cover
She means the world to the one who loves her
There's a song,
That beautifully describes your cognitive thrill
It's by a band called Cypress Hill
And it goes,
*"Insane in the membrane
Insane in the brain"*
Because if you think I'm masquerading as two
There's something not quite right about you
Yes, there was a closeness of friendship new
But that didn't mean there was anything true
There was none of that other business mind
I think you'll see I'm not that way inclined
Your jealousy and spitefulness has to conclude
Your insanity is venomous and beyond rude
There's nothing, I repeat nothing, wise about you
When you present so many lies about you
You wouldn't know how to be a child of the Lord
You wouldn't know diddly about The Word
You can sit in church and praise all day long
It don't make you a Christian singing that song
Any less than sitting in a garden on my ****
Makes me blossom, I'm not the **** rosebush
You need to be locked away and kept an eye on
That acidity burning inside is what you'll die on
Your dissecting of the human soul by half
Now has me shaking my head
At how sad you are instead
It's not funny, but you gotta laugh
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 3:54 AM UTC
Life is not hateful. Nature is.
A person can't make It happen so
he acts as a shark and moves without remorse, though
a mere ten second's contemplation
and emotional, intellectual understanding
of the things he, without sorrow, ignites in his wake,
would be enough to force his hand to
tie that well deserved noose and slip it around
his slimy neck and hang himself dead.
He, much like a snake, is deaf to the
screams of those he has bitten, and blind
to the ruin behind him. His one track mind -
his selfish mind - which blocks out all that his nature doesn't wish
for him
to acknowledge - does
for him
what is convenient
for him.
Eliminates the reality
for him.
That is his nature's wish.
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 1:29 PM UTC
She has cigarettes
in place of **** to be said.
She does not say much.
I don’t think I have
people happy to see me
and all these “artists”
are impressionists,
somehow living alone has
become a statement.
I consume myself,
and am neither satisfied
or disappointed.
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 4:33 AM UTC
Lobotomize me
Make me dumb
Take my voice away
So I’ll never hurt again
The less I speak
The more I feel apathy
Its in trying to connect
That I feel distant
No point trying
To clear these gaps
Lobotomize me
Out of necessity
So I won’t lose any more
Can’t be happy
Can’t be sad
Lobotomize me
So my desires will fade
And I’ll be left drooling at my bedside
While the beasts congregate around me
Ripping my flesh
Replacing my memories with their own
Lobotomize me
So I can be happy not being the protagonist
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 2:58 PM UTC
I caught her staring at me again
I can't quite place
A name to the expression
she has when I catch her
looking
but it's different from when
she doesn't know i'm watching her
watching me
from the corner of my eye
She never brought up the 'notes'
even the one I wrote out of rage
I don't remember putting it
into her bag
But is she afraid
curious
spiteful
disgusted
What name can I for a fact
put to the face she makes
when she stares
And when I catch her
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 11:59 AM UTC
Your heart is blacker than the ace of spades.
Its shriveled beyond all recognition
Nothing decent lives in your darkened soul.
Go back to whichever hell you came from.
Theres no place for you in the world of men.
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 5:46 AM UTC
There is a fine line between love and hate
I walk that line with you
Hand in hand, looking into your glass eyes.
Eyes so blue...eyes so cold
Hands that are warm but not kind
A heart much too cruel
A mind blinded by a false truth...
A soul..your soul...is left to wander in anguish.
Along its way, it scatters the foolish to a sunder.
No sound of desperate despair from their quavering lips..
But tear drops never the less.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 9:49 PM UTC
MY
gender has a big *** problem
we think with our *****
because our brains are in our *******
a nicely curved rear
a subtly protruding chest
imagination always adheres
and the hands do the rest
in our teens we’re rabbits
in our 20’s we’re wolves
by 30 we’re lions
and 40, owls
psychologically volatile
emotionally detached
physically competent
spiritually mismatched
understand, we’re arrogant ********
when we’re trying to save face
we are also capable of shame and regret
not every jack holds an ace
the exterior is tough
showing only what ruses the eyes
true that a man can bluff
but even crocodiles cry
the next time a **** tries to be one
fret not, you can still have fun
start by questioning his masculinity
and move on to “you have a tiny….”
yes that’s right,
go ahead spite ME.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 5:49 PM UTC
I want to be the only desire you have
when you wake up in the middle of the night
sweating for pleasure;
where the tension is so strong
I stir in my sleep to ask you what is the matter
and you timidly answer that you had a nightmare,
even though it's a lie
and you're too shy to admit to your carnal need
and express that the real reason you're awake
is because your dream
nearly made you wet
and it disturbed you
because the person in your head at the time
wasn't me.
It all seemed so real,
until you woke up with my small frame beside you,
with my chest rising and falling slowly
and the growing pressure against your boxer briefs
was becoming too much
as you stared at my smooth skin.
I nearly frightened you when I asked of your well-being,
you didn't think that wishing I would wake
would work.
As you told me you had woken from terror,
I turned over drowsily
crawling over you
to embrace you with kisses
and 'everything will be alrights.'
When you started to shiver
from my affections
I knew that there were other reasons
we both had stirred like this
in the middle of the night.
Our passion became heated,
but I could smell the guilt on you.
Something was wrong,
something was the matter.
We continued though
until we both finished in each others' sweat
and had inhaled enough of one-another's carbon dioxide
to save thousands of trees.
Only then did you tell me
another had tasted who I wanted
so badly to keep
for my own
for the rest of my life.
Only then did you tell me
you did me wrong
in so many ways.
Only then did you tell me
that you no longer dreamed of me
and you abandoned me.
Just like everyone else.
Just like you promised...
That you never would.
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 7:13 PM UTC