#treachery
Patient planets on their wheels revolve
they answer not for the treachery of their tides
But we’re made guilty of our own disasters
and we’ll hang by our own lazy geometry.
Our very own hapless crookedness
is reason enough for our bankruptcy
Oh, we may pretend and invent kinder tales
but in quiet rooms, in privacy, let us confess
that we, ourselves, are the choking strychnine,
and the muscles controlling the bone-white hand
if we all become handsome skeletons
who lack marked grave stones
let’s call it karma.
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A song for this
I Remember the Sun by XTC
Invisible Sun by The Police
Apr 13
Apr 13, 2026 at 10:35 AM UTC
Dreamers like you
Dreamers like me
What a life line on to be
It was made for people like me.
I dreamed in branches and in leaves
I saw myself in all those trees
When I watched it be
I nearly fell to my knees.
In a world anew with you
It all felt like a deja vu
Like something I already knew
Something to have myself go through.
But it all turned blue
When the leaves no longer seemed pleased
And the cold blurred the view
I could no longer see you.
And I can't deny the mystery
The misery and treachery
How I lied through my teeth
Just so I could make ends meet.
On the highway of life events
At least a few things make sense
You can't always make amends
Maybe we should let it rest...
Oct 17, 2025
Oct 17, 2025 at 5:27 PM UTC
No need or want is greater still
Than that which lacks the higher will
And deems what others hold by right
Be gained by vile abhorrent might
Or lacking cause with common weal
Unhands by wanton treacherous seal
To break the bonds of brotherhood
And serve thyself o'er greater good
Apr 30, 2025
Apr 30, 2025 at 6:58 PM UTC
#
*"A 'sociopathic perpetrator'..
we will ghost him forever"*
But what is this thing
she feels..
Why is the picture painted
so very different
from the one
she now remembers?
"We will help her to forget."
. . .
The saving of one's soul
from that which would steal
is not done in violence
(Though it still feels
that it should be)
It is done in patience,
and in reminding one
of who it is they truly are.
Tell me, world
of who you think
a father should be
And watch me laugh
my ************* *** off.
Tell me all about it, world.
And I will show you all
what truly saves.
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Feb 5, 2023
Feb 5, 2023 at 10:10 PM UTC
I'm sorting pictures in the archive box.
Shelved for that day that I kept putting off.
The job's to cull and have less stuff to store,
but spiders lurk and snakes are sliding out.
The photo shouts in raw dismemberment.
A howling wind, the prowl of packs of wolves.
I stare at trembling splinters held so close.
Her daytime Self looks like a sweet old dame.
I hear again the creak as floorboards pause;
my breath is held lest I miss steps that halt,
outside my door in seconds held at bay.
I see the handle
slowly...
lower..
down.
Her strides are swift and next, her perfume's here.
With broken breath, she yields to clawing drives
and throws my bedclothes off like spider webs.
My youth she steals as night groans on and on.
For merchants took her bloom on stormy sea.
I clutch my knife and picture stabbing her;
But I've no strength to do the deed - I'm five.
Her mouth is pushed on lips zipped up and cold.
The bed is torn in tangled bits of knots.
My legs are jammed together- ripped apart.
My pillow's wet as aunty takes her cut.
Dec 3, 2022
Dec 3, 2022 at 8:36 PM UTC
There's no water
In my well;
No pulley,
No bucket
On the end of a rope,
For you.
There's no water
In the cup
Of poison
I spew.
Jun 22, 2021
Jun 22, 2021 at 6:44 PM UTC
** ** hey sailor, quickly turn your boat
Come, come, come closer, so you can our hand hold
Yo, yo, love's waiting for you dear
Go, go, go forward or we will disappear
Row, row, row your boat, we want to take you home
Don't, don't, don't leave us, or our heart will turn to stone
Here, here, our lovely, you'll get everything you want
Oh, oh, our sailor, follow our lovely song
Jun 9, 2021
Jun 9, 2021 at 7:50 AM UTC
Sometimes the wind blows past my face.
And I ask myself "How come my dress won't fit me?"
Sometimes the bath water is cool.
And I ask myself "When will my job get easier?"
Sometimes I destroy old pictures.
And I ask myself "Will my brother be able to handle his responsibility?"
Sometimes lights scatter on my slender figure.
And I tell myself "I think I should draw now."
Sometimes people say things about being a happy person.
And I prepare myself "Work starts early tomorrow, I'll go earlier."
Sometimes I need to feel something.
And I state facts myself "That driver is a terrible driver, but I'm a good driver"
Sometimes the drugs i do make people ashamed to know me.
And I whisper to myself "Everyone around me is so stupid."
Sometimes people take advantage of my kind nature.
And I scream at myself "Ugh! Why is work so unbelievably inefficient."
Sometimes I remember I came from a broken home.
And my lungs burn with ash "But I'm trying to quit."
Sometimes I hide my darkest secrets of people who betrayed me.
And I wail at the ceiling "God this night is fun!"
Sometimes I dream about a life where I'm happy.
And I tell myself from the bottom of my heart "I'm happy to be who I am."
Sometimes I think about ending my life.
And I tell my friends "I need time and space to get better."
Sometimes I cry for no reason.
And my heart speaks to me "It'll pass."
Sometimes I remember my heart has been frozen for decade.
And I pridefully spout "I wouldn't have it any other way."
Sometimes my nightmares give me anxiety attacks.
And I think "I need a warm shower to relax."
But tomorrow, after the dreams I can't handle have passed.
I'll forget a few more sad thing I've had done to me and have done to others.
And I'll echo the words of others to show them how stupid they are.
My heart will remain frozen to keep the few things I like about myself. Forget, forget, forget the memories that caused me so much pain. It's my only choice. Love, hate, pain, all of it has to go.
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Sometimes I think I'm broken.
And I have been broken many times.
And know he should have picked me.
Because I'm better.
Because I can control myself.
Mar 4, 2021
Mar 4, 2021 at 10:31 PM UTC
I give my daily offering to the mighty Gods,
I thank Hades and Demeter for their gifts of allowing crops and vegetation,
I thank Zeus for protecting and leading all of us,
But as i proceed to thank the rest of the Mighty Gods i see him, so gracefully walking and carrying stones, i loose myself gazing at him not realising the thunderous storm building up,
Not knowing the Gods have noticed my defiance,
Loosing myself within his lively aura and graceful soul,
Unwillingly I decide to give him the most precious thing i have to offer,
My heart; is now forever his and only his,
The Gods seeing that now my undying loyalty lies only to him,
They see this as treacherous and label me as a heretic,
In doing so they decide to give me a more inferior punishment than Death itself,
Zeus building up his eternal power,
Gives a uplifting yet dim thunderbolt strike,
I see that it is directed toward him,
Panicking yet paralysed i watch,
My one true love fall still,
His lifeless heavenly green eyes gazing at me,
And then i realised my heart is now forever lost in the underworld with my one true love.
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 5:10 AM UTC
There's no such blade
that would be sharp enough
to slice one of one's shadow.
I grab and tear mine away, though,
kneading and reshaping it
like wet clay soil
in hope, maybe
its blackness won't scare you.
From the shapeless mass,
I yearn to give a familiar form
so you may recognize me
from even taking a glimpse at it.
You know, my shadow never lies,
always telling the truth
showing its real face,
even when mine betrays.
Jun 17, 2020
Jun 17, 2020 at 6:23 AM UTC
on the battle field of courage and pain
the young men defend the old politicians
the cost is blood and treachery
Feb 29, 2020
Feb 29, 2020 at 3:30 PM UTC
The Conquerer
Plunged the sword
Into my heart,
And
"Conquered the world" he said,
"I left no part."
S. Bharat
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 1:15 AM UTC
Sometimes if we carefully observe what's going on in our life
we may notice a principle or system operating that is rife;
punishment and reward is that which seems to be going on
even though certain elements of it may be justifiably wrong.
It resembles the broader principle known as the Law of Karma
wherein or by which one can reap what they sow like a farmer.
The implications of this are taken advantage of by those who
wish to impose their own idea of justice or vengeance onto
anyone that goes against or crosses a certain line of their sphere
where they hold influence and consider it to be some place dear.
In many situations though the main reason is that out of jealousy
which prompts one with a warped mind to do an act of treachery.
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Jan 29, 2020
Jan 29, 2020 at 10:08 AM UTC
Of all the poisons that run and grow
Many I´ve studied and stored for my own
But none of them vices works as strong
As the words been spilled by your rivals tongue
Oh, many a poison acts swift or slow
Some crueler than others, either painfull or dull
Yet none of them traceless, as the feelings below
Caused by defilement of a broken vow
True a poison works baneful
Yet compared to attaint
It is mellow and gracious
Saving further complaint
Oh I rather choose the poison
Than the tainted, evil words
Poured by trusted, out of treason
For the poison barely hurts
And I rather die in pain
Than suffer by my pride
And I rather die in vain
Than stay by the devils side
Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 11:54 AM UTC
Some superiors know how to hold a grudge,
That only death could pry them away from it;
Some colleague are inexperience in every aspect
Of their work, but well verse in treachery and groveling;
Some customers know how to transfer their aggression
And run out of patience at the sight of frown;
So we overwork nonentity most remove our crown
And put a barrier against these office hurricane for protection;
We most tell ourselves little-lies everyday that we're strong,
For this little make belief is our safety at work;
Like we hope for heaven we hope today won't
be as bad as tomorrow and our joy to be long
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 8:13 AM UTC
All the glory I sought,
and all the pain I brought.
I wrought havoc to all those who incurred my wrath.
A demigod in my way,
and destruction grew in my stay.
I vanquished all those who opposed me in my wake.
But what brought about this madness and created endless sadness?
It was envy and greed,
the curse of the weak.
The betrayal of my friend,
was the birth of a foe.
But to what end?
Treachery and lies,
they brought him joy and great pride,
and in the end, death with great spite.
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 6:32 AM UTC
#I met raw infidelity once —clenching its fists upon me, not ready yet –to leave me. And when it finally did, it left bruises and scars which I myself couldn't hide but look upon –with dismay and filth because the old me is long gone, dead and buried in graveyard of lies and treachery –all the ugly, wild things which feared me once and made my body tremble -as of cold and fear. I screamed so loud before the words of bitter truth suffocated my lungs, burning the only emotion I had left —disappointment. I was, yet again, left with "nothing".#
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 8:14 AM UTC
Mister psychopath
I can see through your facade,
faking innocence.
You want to hurt me,
tear me apart limb by limb,
to bathe in my blood.
to make me suffer,
it would make you laugh once more.
stay away from me!
Mister treachery,
you're a wolf in sheep's clothing,
you're not who you seem.
manipulating,
only using charm and wit?
that won't work again.
I'll overthrow you,
because you're no longer king!
I, the queen, mean war.
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 4:34 AM UTC
The chess champion
Fell in love with his pawn.
The master of games,
Couldn't leave her alone.
He spun her around,
While she had no clue.
She was simply a person
That he liked to use.
But somehow she slipped
Through all of his schemes.
Blew through his defenses,
He thought he could win.
Alas, the lowly pawn
Over his heart had reign.
So he reached out
And pulled her out of his games.
She was no longer used,
He altered her fate.
She became his queen,
That was it, checkmate.
Finally, she was out
And far from harm's way.
He loved her so much,
He taught her how to play.
She sat right by his side
And learned all his moves.
In her he would confide
How to never lose.
And for some time,
They battled other players.
They became a pair
Of little chess slayers.
But then the girl grew better
And walked across the board.
She became the enemy;
She became a chess lord.
And our chess champion
Knew not what to do.
He had taught her everything,
He wondered if she could lose.
"Silly boy." She spoke,
Laughter in her eyes.
"I was never just a pawn,
I was simply your demise."
"You think you can play?
Watch me yawn through this game.
I have sat by your side
For defeating you was my aim.
I thank you for saving me,
For teaching me how to play.
But I think I'll enjoy this.
A chess champion I must slay."
So the chess champion was beat
And another took his throne.
Perhaps he should've left
That lowly pawn alone.
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 11:30 PM UTC
“Honey, let me fix that -
You've got your perfidious smile buttoned up all wrong
I couldn't remove her lipstick from your shirt,
Unfortunately it's on your heartless sleeve
This is your last tie, don't cut this one as well
Refrain from wearing these pants again, just give it to her
Maybe that way she'll stay out of yours
And here's your socks, your feet has been cold for a while now
Put on your new shoes, I hope it fits,
Since you can't place yourself in my shoes
I wiped your glasses this morning,
Maybe that way your wandering eyes won't mistake her for me
Your integrity is in the last drawer of your wardrobe
It's been in there for a while now
Oh, and I see your watch is broken
Maybe that's why you don't have time for me
Don't forget your coat of sympathy on your way out
I put a bit of empathy in its pockets
There, now you're all dressed to succumb to sin
Have a lovely day, honey” ~ Demi.M Potts
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 5:23 AM UTC