"backstab" poems
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***Ancient games
tell tales of dust. ||| A story drawn
from the lips of two poets.***
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It's the wits that **** not Queens of ivory or ***ink. ***
Charged with coal strokes, scraping up the lies.
Pawns & Knights slip between the grasp of the sun, leaking into* lion jaws of Leo.
Shifting these granite plates, ignoring the Rooks common price of aslant.
Here we have slain kin, crescent traitors that backstab the night and battlefield.
Closed doors and trap floors, trade me a tie, swindling your tactic ruts.
Reality never got the noose around our necks, check turned into manslaughter, and kingdoms ripped asunder by the roar of Jupiter
Get up, get up, get away from these liars, they can't have your rank or your fire.
Peak a notion, this match is spared by a luft.
Toss away the pride buried 'neath your dusty skin, it don't matter no more if death has you by the lips.
Silence is a language too in our eyes of earth.
Take my hand, knott your soul into this downfall, and brace yourself for the wreckage in our bones.
The Sword of Sorrows will fall 'pon your shoulders, not to slay thee, but to dub thee a new day.
The drums of war will knit the lyrics in the sky,
singing:
"The mighty sharpen their fangs, the weak sharpen their wisdom"
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I'm tired of your wishbones, and golden scales, give me the hard-earned truth.
Hot coals of honesty may you tread upon, shadow-bitten remorseful may you be, don't stray off the course of Ursa major.
The North star isn't the one I follow
It's the moon with all of it's phases,
Eclipsing and crescent, tipping the sky with it's beauty.
Now let this sink further than any soul has ever sunk,
no man could ever
*rule the moon.
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You could drag me to hell and back and those words wouldn't mean anything.
Let this downfall become a downfell,
Because last I checked
"Wolves worship the moon"
and I have broke it's reflection in the water
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Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 3:19 PM UTC
Quack Doctor
Fake Supervisor
Bogus Professor
Deceitful Color
Common Denominator.
Bomb Inventor
Rifle Creator
Device Innovator
Reigning Terror
Common Denominator.
Untruthful Suitor
Promiscuous Actor
Love Collector
Artificial Amour
Common Denominator.
Abusive Creditor
Illegal Investor
Unlawful Director
Greed Factor
Common Denominator.
Rogue Investigator
Friendly Assassinator
Double Conspirator
Backstab Traitor
Common Denominator.
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 10:06 PM UTC
being alone makes me realize that i’ve never actually ‘dealt with it’
sure, i’ve had good days but when it comes down to it; i go to bed at night, and i think. i think about what we could’ve been if we never stopped. maybe i overreacted?
but then i remember, you’ve done nothing but backstab people. you’ve done nothing but hurt. i was nothing but good to you and you still repaid me with breaking my heart and my trust.
so **** you for ever making me happy and making me believe that you cared. because you never did, and that’s something i have to deal with.
Sep 2, 2019
Sep 2, 2019 at 12:11 AM UTC
As humans, we like to think we are humane,
What is humanity?
We like to think we’d be there for our friends; we’d be gentle on our foes,
We’d forgive and also maybe forget; we’d sacrifice and be moral.
When our morality is under question, we’d be loyal and we will live honest lives,
We won’t backstab or ***** about others; we’ll be upright in our opinions,
We’d be righteous and true and withhold composure within the most strenuous times.
We would work for the betterment of society and cosy with strangers,
In Hope that they will be friends.
We’d look for beauty in the world and we’d be happy though strive for more,
We’d live happy human lives and leave behind a legacy for others to aspire from.
We’d be all that we wish we could be, and more.
But how many of us are like that?
Not one. Not one human being.
We lie, we torture, we hate.
We’re not benevolent on our foes, we wish evil upon our friends,
Our morality is outward and forgiveness a rarity.
We plot, we ****** we hate.
We think these things are to be proud of,
We live of speaking evil; it is a need, a drug.
We break. We hurt. We hate.
We blame others for our mistakes; we never take the fall,
We take advantage of those who love us, we run after those who do it us.
We burn nature and wonder why it balances out with human sacrifice,
We live human lives, but wish to outlive our counterparts, looking constantly,
For immortality.
Our legacy is of lies and façade. We are the supreme race and we proudly
Hate, hurt, ****
Doesn’t matter, its human nature, we think, we feel it, we just don’t say it.
Felinely- Aisha.
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 5:13 PM UTC
she didn't
stab me in the back
the way that people
have in the past.
she looked me
right in my eyes
and stabbed me
in my chest.
she didn't
backstab me.
she stabbed me
mid-sentence, when
I was still talking and
still trusting her
and then she
watched me die.
Feb 2, 2021
Feb 2, 2021 at 7:50 AM UTC
You wouldn't welsh on a bet with your ******
And you wouldn't go to bed with the mob.
You wouldn't mess with a street gang ****
No matter if he's crab, or slob.
You wouldn't backstab a man on death row,
Cause you know he just might **** ya.
If you've got the gumption.
You wouldn't have it long,
If you cross Evil Nurse Sheila.
You shouldn't be like the fool who tried
To play games with her heart.
She left him a crushed, empty man.
Well, he was doomed from the start.
Sheila isn't a ******
And you'd better not let her hear
You snickering about her at the social club.
You might not have time to fear.
Sheila's makes the headlines
Each time she tries to settle down.
She plans to live a carefree life,
But soon she has to leave town.
Everything she does
Is warped, but in the name of love.
Except when she hates your guts,
When it's Sheila you've run afoul of.
If you've never heard her story.
You'd best take this advise.
If you cross her path just keep walking,
You best not look back twice.
Evil Nurse Sheila's got a heart of stone
That looks like a heart of gold.
If you are responsible for it's tarnish,
There's no hope to which you can hold.
Sheila takes no prisoners.
She don't take any guff.
If she thinks to give you a warning,
You'd better not call her bluff.
You wouldn't want to rouse her wrath,
Because her fury won't be tamed.
She's restless, bold and beautiful.
She cannot be contained.
It seems things have been quiet.
She's been off the grid some time.
If she thinks that you might suspect her,
You may be her next crime.
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 4:01 PM UTC
I'm a little late, so I'll put in my drawer in my night stand a letter I found. Is it a letter? No, it is an invitation to your funeral plans.
As if that is not a smack in my face...WHAM!
You thought I wasn't ever a loyal man because I went away, unplanned. But let me take a stand, for you missed the part where I gave you my hand. I was on a flight one blizzard night. When I get off, my rental car was towed because the company said I owed more for how many miles I put on it. See, the car and I were on a trip to gather your family for you, but you didn't believe me. I stayed in a hotel with them, missing you. Their phone connections were off, too and all I had was the TV in that hotel room. To pass the time of course was my only intention, but when I saw our precious 2 story house on the breaking news, I saw that a fire had taken you. I was utterly confused. I pinched myself because I thought I was dreaming. Until, one day, I saw your will claimed we had nothing to do with each other in terms of our engagement. What a scam! I cried and denied the will until I no longer could feel. It's been months and the detectives are still interviewing me. See, your life was important; way more than me. I went to visit and kiss what was left of the fence. I pleaded with hopelessness, "We want you back!"
Suicide letter found.
It reads:
"Winter grows dead leaves, and the trees are morbidly idle. Our nights grew earlier, and our fights were a given. So I bet you'll view it on the news that house number 652 blew away this winter day. What was my defeat? We were a mismatch, that you knew. You were a backstab, I took it through and through. You were half snatched when I was into you. I never wanted you to be this fool that drools over the fun little boys do. I put you on this pedestal, blind to know the rest of you. I was frozen into your atmosphere of departure, thawed to my agony. Why did you ever leave?"
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 11:41 PM UTC
I gave you my reliance
I supplied you with my sword
You showed me your trustworthiness
You sewed my soiled heart
I turn away; you turn around and stab me in the back
So many loyal qualities I never saw, you lack
I, though, was hurt by my assumption
For the sword in which you put your trust
Will be the sword of your destruction
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 8:26 PM UTC
What is that smile,
Threatening face?
Selfish desire,
Tie people on lace.
Everything for you
You don't see our needs,
Everyone's blue,
While her Majesty leads...
Show that you care,
But then spit in my soul?
Don't backstab me ever,
You won't see me fall.
Grin, laughter starts,
Pull me into your games,
You love broken hearts,
Throwin' us into flames
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 7:46 AM UTC
I'll tell you as story,
She was different,
I'll tell you why,
She lost love and all hope,
She cries herself to sleep,
The heart can only beats,
To the hollow that it holds,
She doesn't have to cut herself,
Because the pain she feels are more permanent,
Like a disease slowly eating her up.
Let me tell you more,
She was surely different,
Her family was all fine,
Her parents are good,
They didn't have any money complications,
But she couldn't fit in,
Always a stranger to her own house,
A foreign place to which she calls home,
Telling her that she's just thinking too much,
And the problem was with herself.
I'm going to tell you more,
She was not like others,
She didn't cry or ask for help,
Not even for a little light for the day,
She held it all in,
Accepting all her hate for herself,
She expressed them in words that which is for no one to see,
She would lay wake on her bed all night thinking what was wrong,
Even when she sleeps; She was not free,
Her nightmares are equally worse.
I'll tell you her better part,
Or at least some part better,
She has her friends,
At one point she felt like she was in a group,
Like somehow there's a place that she could fit in,
But as time flies,
They started to know her,
And they didn't like it,
They started to hate,
Her so called friends would backstab her,
Even when she already has her back against the wall.
So there's nothing much to tell,
She just doesn't belong,
Being with her own mind,
Which she didn't understand herself,
Always trying to figure out what's wrong with her,
Looking out for the worst of everything.
-HIY
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 8:55 PM UTC
The ever smiling boy never frowned no matter what happened.
He just wanted to be a happy person
He was always there for others but others are never there for him.
But still he never stopped smiling
No matter how people hurt him backstab him
He still forgave and smiled.
But deep down in his heart
He's crying.
His soul slowly fading away
Deep down
He wants to die.
He wants to end everything
Yet.
He has no purpose to live in this world anymore
He cries himself to sleep every night
But in the morning he puts on smile again and lives on with a smile
He always wonders is it worth it to smile everyday even though no one appreciates.
That one last spark of happiness is all that drives him everyday.
I wonder what will happen when that spark goes off.
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 9:36 AM UTC
We say that we should take care of Mother Nature,
yet we destroy it in every hauntingly way possible.
We say that we shouldn't judge others by how they look,
yet we call them names and make them feel insecure.
We say that we should be nice towards others and to treat others with equality,
yet we backstab people behind their backs.
We say that we should love ourselves more as we love others,
yet we carry the scars that are like our clothes we wear daily.
We say that we should be thankful of what we have,
yet we take advantage of every kindness given at an open door.
We say that we should educate the future generations,
yet we are the ones to poison their mind with all inhumane acts.
We say that we should go back to things before technology were everyone's life,
yet we are attached and no one seems to leave their gadgets and making oral conversations.
We say that we should make a big difference,
yet we are so backtracked of what our surrounding seems to be.
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 4:02 AM UTC
Cigarette smoke and suntan lines
Big ******* conglomerate of it all
California short hours away
Small town America burns hot
Scorched with dreams
Drunk and sappy on cheap beer
And wonder
How does it all make sense?
Where does it all go?
What Divine notices all that happens?
Going unseen
Uninhibited
Unrestricted.
Scene continues forever.
Worried in hot sweaty short drive
To carry on Sherman
Fall on Caves
First fill up, gas up, cookies and gum.
Girls work icecream stands
Firewood ten dollars a stack
Sliding into drunk dresses
Drunk kisses in
Drunk bathrooms
Room to love
And to fight
To hate and leave and stay
And we do stay and
Don’t mean what we said
When jealous.
Best friend backstab
And open road fall back
Drink,Drink,Drink
And fall on same old singsong solitary stool
Or walk on till all
Makes sweet holy sense.
Think where they will go,
Where they’ve been,
Sleeping in beds of tomorrow
And eat the toxic cancer of now away
Till only in remission can the
Revolution of our unconquerable youth shake.
Natalie keeps kids and complains
But truly is the best mother and friend of all
I really do believe it,
Kate drinks and dreams
And I dream with her, too
Of highways and great plains,
Ratty dives and eclectic bars
Too hip for She,
The Messiah of cool, even.
Gone.
Too soon.
How can we consent,
Look away, turn away from such terror?
It freezes, chills to bone and I light up again.
Figurative fire scorches lungs
Grass burning from the inside out
What’s she care?
It’s over anyways,
It always comes to an end,
But I really just don’t see
The beginning of the magic.
I’m here for you.
Helicopter scares,
Sober stares,
Where did they all go?
California dreams
Dust and ****
Close your eyes
See the soul,
The sun sink past sand,
The sky turns gray
No beautiful aversion,
See the orange and red,
See the beauty that doesn’t fit here.
Go.
See it all.
Go.
Jul 23, 2010
Jul 23, 2010 at 10:28 PM UTC
I never meant to look like a ***** floor
I bend the laws of physics when I ask mirrors to change my own reflection
Have this ugly soul
pushin’ all my ugly buttons
Doubled back on my last straw so many times
I’m pullin’ splintered strands of yellow
From my backstab wounds
Got prickly bits of blonde
Sticking out from the places I missed
They healed there
Got shards of my own teeth in my tongue
Puncture holes in my lungs
Makes it hard to breathe sometimes
‘cause I am still healing
Don’t call me good
Or handsome
Or patient
I do everything I can to sabotage the love you give
Not that I don’t want it
I am just not ready
One time you told me I should love as often as I breathe
So I starting breathing as often as I love
And I almost die in the intervals between our phone calls
Grace is you lightening the pressure on my drowning head
Patience is me staying under when you do
God is a child with a finger pointed at my heart and laughing
And you are an angel when you turn out the bathroom light
So that I stop hating my own reflection
Remind me that we are defined by more than the choices we make
That I might still have all the scars from the cancer
And the fistfights
And that one time I tried to end it all too early
But this heart beats more than just a war drum
It beats a ********* army
Can hear it like giant rumble footsteps
Can hear it finally change directions
Away from all the chaos
Shattering mirrors below my heart feet
So much glass glittering
Looks like a river
Too many pieces to reflect anything but the sky
Reminds me
I am not done healing
Apr 30, 2011
Apr 30, 2011 at 12:18 PM UTC
The President showed me
I get to cheat and even lie.
And if I do wrong no one
Even gets to ask me why.
The President showed me
By not paying his bills
That being honest is stupid
And what’s important is my will.
I don’t ever even have to keep
Any promises I might have made.
He’s the President after all
And he has made the grade.
So why should I work hard
And pay for all I might get?
He has never done that before
And he hasn’t done it yet.
The President showed me
I get to get married some day
And still sleep with hookers
And be a good guy either way.
The President is a fat man
And sloppy when he dresses
So, why should I have to diet
And deal with laundry messes?
The President also demonstrates
It’s just fine to backstab friends
Because the business of being rich
Is where all friendships end.
The President must be good guy
He lives in a very fancy place
And how can someone that rich
Be a major public disgrace?
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 9:37 PM UTC
Circle, circle
Evil and monotonous
Everyone around here does the same **** thing
Day after day
Sit in a cubicle
Make babies, program them to be
Your little robots
To grow up to be
Real life mean girls
Or homophobic jocks
The kids whom you could only hope to be
Or the ones you hated.
Living in a world
Where no teenager needs to work
Everyone gets what they want
Daddy can buy you a car, a house, college
The whole **** world, have it your way
You buy drugs, throw huge parties
Because you can
Your sense of entitlement sickens me to the core
So when someone different comes along
Someone who isn't on the "Barbie Diet"
Someone who doesn't wear heavy makeup, or Hollister size double zero
Someone who doesn't live in a palace
Someone who has to work if they want things
Other than necessities
How do you respond?
Shun, backstab, gossip
Wishing they would care
At least, that is what I have experienced
In the magical world of Suburbia
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 7:58 PM UTC
There is a room of shade between us
But this is merely fiction
Your diction is repetition
The friction is the painful precision
The pleasure becomes agony
******* queen of misery
And if you don’t remember me
Maybe you should look and see
Cause I brushed your hair I touched your skin
Lusted and loved romantically
But you were only nightshade to me
You were the dagger Juliet pierced herself with
A certain kind of stupid death wish
A certain kind of childish fantasy
And I never saw the razor’s edge
Never knew how much you frightened me
Until your blade was six inches inside of me
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 3:43 PM UTC
I will have etched my name
into the stars
With my fingernails
being pulled apart
Dissonance fades
as consonance grows
And I've come to realize
there's no such place as home
Yet
What cannot be found
must instead be made
From the very same dirt
where you make your grave
Though the grievance is heavy
the ship still runs its course
Though the carriage is ablaze
it's still pulled by his horse
Voice
A reason to move on
without my fellow man
Because everyone does
whatever they can
Lie, cheat, steal
to backstab is a must
I truly believe
that his reason is just
Because
An opinion to the sky
it's like a cloud to the fish
Try as he might
he'll never get his wish
It's drowned out by the wind
and murdered by the storms
Cremate the dream
and let the ashes lie warm
Aug 4, 2013
Aug 4, 2013 at 4:12 PM UTC
there is a price to
authenticity that
most people
are not prepared
to pay
the cost
(at least in part)
is:
indifference,
isolation,
rejection, failure,
anxiety, madness,
etc.
it's vicious
strangers and
deadly lovers--
all of them
with spinning
flowers for
eyes as they
dig in: the
elbow, the
heel, the
knife
becoming who
you are demands
that you sacrifice
every inch of
what you
thought you
were to the
eternal flames
it means you're
gonna be hard
on yourself--harder
than anybody else
has ever been
on you
it means you're
gonna think
about killing
yourself
sometimes--you
may even come
close--
and,
make no
mistake, it
will be the
death of you
someday,
but
it will be
the best death
you could've
offered yourself
you will look
back upon
your life with
a cutting
smile and
piercing eyes
knowing that
you stayed
fighting
through every
cheap shot,
backstab, and
bad call
every
knockdown,
defeat, and
sabotage
you kept
coming, no
matter what
life threw at
you:
poverty,
shame,
guilt,
loss,
exile
these things
mean nothing
in the face
of true
becoming
and what
is becoming
if not
annihilation
and that
which remains
after its
totality?
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 7:24 AM UTC
Molly got me thinkin
and I don't know if I'm blind
or is it just the fact that you're one of a kind?
One day you will find
that our minds will compose an illusion
of a force so powerful
The indescribable mental fusion
I've cried all day and through many sleepless nights
for some one like you to help me fight
I always knew right from first sight
When we got higher than the kite that Ben Franklin brought up into flight
That you would never let me go
So baby lemme tell you
For the rest of your life,
You don't have to worry about that knife
Cause I'll never backstab you
But Instead make you my wife
The love of my life
The one who got me back up
and even handed me the knife
Now I can fight with you by my side
Baby just listen
And come for this ride
Just get ready to take in stride
the long steps which occur in my mind
So when we finally make our bind you can always find
The guy of your dreams
right there, behind you, guiding you
we have no limits
not even time
Love you baby
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC
There are so many people I thought that I could trust
But they all tell my secrets like it’s the daily news
As if their life depended on it, as if they really must
Don’t any of them have anything remotely better to do?
I write to let out my feelings, all of them at once
Since nobody wants to listen, nobody even cares
Everywhere I go I’m met with thick unfriendly silence
But once people find out, it’s the latest sick affair
And they talk about me like I’m a bad disease
All I wanted was some solace and the impossible peace
In my small little mind, because that doesn’t exist out here
I want to feel free, but I have so much that I fear
If someone else finds out, it’s another juicy story
I can’t cope with this, although the world is temporary
It will be over soon, but how long will it take?
For people to accept me and the choices that I make?
But what is worst of all is that I don’t know which one
Of these liars had started this never-ending war
They always seem to be in need of my thin ceasing blood
Waiting like hungry dogs for a possible taste of more
I try to be patient and I try to at least be kind
Try to soothe myself and earn a peace of mind
It’s not like they deserve it, but I’m better than my foes
I don’t pretend and smile for the sake of petty shows
My rule is that if you’re nice to me, then I’ll be nice to you
It’s not that complicated, but people don’t even try
And if you want to start over, then I’d be happy to
But real friends don’t backstab or tell each other lies
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 8:40 AM UTC
Snakes
The snakes
Are know as fakes
They are everywhere
And they backstab you
They also spawn left right and center
You can't get away from them
No matter how hard you try
You can't escape
For they make you cry
Until you want to say goodbye
You can never escape
The creepy crawly
Snakes
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 8:15 AM UTC
Know that it's
stop-n-go...
all the way Up.
God's epistemologically dead...
ontologically alive--
or is it the other way around?
Philosophy in Greek means
to be a friend of wisdom...well...
friends backstab.
Konstantinos Mark
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 3:18 AM UTC
They ****
They Mame,
They steal,
They play,
They laugh,
They covet,
They test
Hell as an oven!!!
They backstab,
They backbite,
You pulleth and grab,
They moan in delight,
They cheat,
They lust,
They thrive,
Of bones and of dust!!!
Their uncharitable,
They murmer,
Their a narcotic using world,
Their explorers,
Their punks,
Their freaks,
Their madmen,
Their geeks!!!
Their warlords,
Their pacifists,
Their hatred,
Is all nonchalant!!!!!
They get high to get what they want,
Their complainers,
Their lazied!!!
Their pilled out,
Junkies,
Crazy!!!!
Their low,
In disguist,
They use perfumes of sixty dollars of more!!
A delightful expensive musk!!!
Their cheap,
Penny pinchers_
Their losers,
Their winners_
Their warriors,
Their jocks,
Taking selfies of shame,
Of perverted stuff!!!
Their tounges are asps,
Their hands are weapons,
They'll meet you in hell,
I looketh forward to heaven!!!!
Their babies,
Scaby infested,
Some get off on ***
Others love molestation!!
Their racists,
Their rapists to!!!
Of mother earth,
And mankind's tombs...
They turn on each other,
Sister and thy brother,
They gaze in mothers purse,
As with dad arguments stay cursed!!!
They are disobedient,
Disloyal in their love!!
No god do they worship,
Just Shaitan's to Satan's club!!!
They eat on organics,
They eat pesticide!!
Some live on freely,
Others seek thy easy way out(suicide)
The have no one to turn to,
Except their vain imaginations,
Their nonhumble,
Proudfully tumbled!!!!
Their fall is bound to occur!!!!
These are the humans!!!!
Welcome to earth!!!!
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 9:04 AM UTC