"backstabbers" poems
Go on girl, use all of that photoshop to cover up your blemishes, dark circles and what not.
We all know that you're ugly inside.
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 8:06 AM UTC
In the day of Satan,
A satan took me for a long walk
in the daylight.
He was telling me many things
with beautiful words,
Advised me so wisely,
Telling me for not too kind to people.
He said, "Why should you love and care about people
that never appreciate your kindness? Don't you see that they only take a benefit from you?
They don't mind to hurt you whenever they have chance.
You are wasting your time! You are wasting your life!"
In the day of Satan
A satan took me for a long walk
in the daylight.
Crowning my head
with all the brilliant ideas
about what I should do and I should be as a human,
Filling my heart
with all world's temptations,
Shining my way
with his adorable light,
And showing the much happiness and glory I could get
if I let myself following his path.
In the day of Satan
A satan took me for a long walk
in the daylight.
He made me fell in love with all of his beautiful words
that I was so ready to take a step
to follow all the words and the path he said and offered.
But then my inner soul came
and whispered,
"Are you sure that you're ready for following his path?
What is your motive of doing goodness, anyway?
To get people's attention or appreciation?
Or just for goodness itself?
Is your kindness just like the woman's make up
that will vanish as soon as you wash your face?
Are you sure that you're ready
for making him a King in your life?"
In the day of Satan
A satan took me for a long walk
in the daylight to his kingdom
to marry me and crown me as his queen.
But then I realized that
I'm doing kindness actually for the kindness itself
I'm doing goodness surely for the goodness itself
I'm doing merit definitely for the merit itself
Not for people I've helped
Not for people I love
Not for heaven's sake
Not even for the universe
If people can't appreciate me,
that's their problem, not mine.
If people can't accept
my unconditional love for them
with the proper way,
that's their problem, not mine.
If people turn to be backstabbers
instead of showing their gratitude
for what I've done for them,
that's their problem, not mine.
In my life,
there's always a day of satan.
It is the day when satan take me for a long walk
and telling me all of the world's temptations
with the words that much sweeter than sugar.
But this time I've decided
to not listen to his words.
This time I've decided
to not help him in building his throne
or making him my King.
And this time I've decided
to stop my steps with him
and go back to what I should be:
A person with the genuine love and kindness.
Today, in the day of satan
I let a satan down
and let him reveal his true face:
A furious red and ugly guy with horns on his head
and a burning trident in his hand,
as I've refused to be his queen
and ruined his plan to build the throne...
May 5, 2018
Kanya Puspokusumo
May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 2:35 PM UTC
Yes, everything stabbed me in the heart,
gut
core
Everywhere.
It's so ****** painful
I'm not nattering away
No
I will not and
am not
a nuisance who talks tosh.
You killed me.
It killed me.
A bunch of scrawled numbers killed me.
Everything
every ****** thing
is killing me.
Did I not try?
Did I not place my full brain and heart into it?
And why am I getting ready to get my brain chopped off under the falling axe?
Why, oh why
the sullen faces
blood-sworn glares
the rising temperatures in my body
the cold tears
that pierce the very layer of my cheek
What did I do to deserve **** like this?
Came Monday.
Monday blues
with the very lovely scores indeed ?!!
that kicked me out of the list.
Came Tuesday.
Far worse sight.
More numbers.
Numbers determining my barren life
And so will tomorrow come
with much angst
And so do I now cry or die?
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 9:10 AM UTC
I miss the drunks. The y3lling.
The inhalation of beer and cigarettes
Chased down by ego and godlessness.
How many times
hqve I written to this song,
and never heard beauty once?
Like the sweet pinch of a grapefruit,
before the sunset of sweat,
the same sunset that hailed warfare for boys.
I loved you so much once,
I still do, but you are like mist,
and I am blind.
I miss backstabbers, creeps, catfish,
vampires, crows,
an angel.
When I was young I would screech down the hill
in my toy truck,
plastic chassis a powerhouse,
canary and howling,
I'd crash into the same cherry tree a million times.
Call me Avalanche.
Call me Indisputable.
Call me the Powerhouse.
Call me,
I missed you.
Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 12:02 AM UTC
Let's Hold Up Our Glasses And Make A Toast
Here's To The Liars,
The Cheaters,
The Hatrers,
And The Women Beaters
Here's To The Feet Draggers,
Body Baggers,
The Backstabbers,
And The Joint Draggers
Here's To The DUI Kills,
People Tryin To Keep It "Trill",
People Who Don't Reach To Pay The Bill,
And To The People Who Need A Refill
Here's To The Governments Killing Their Own,
Here's To Telemarketers Who Blow Up My Phone,
To The People In My Life Who Keep Breaking Me,
To That One Boy With A Heart Cold As Stone
Here's To The Chemistry Tests,
Being Enternally Upset,
Enternally Recked,
Here's To The People Who Scream In My Face
Here's To All The Pain,
Heres To The Knifes Which Have Cut A Vein,
To All The Guys Who Just Wanna Piece Of ***
Heres To All The People I Dread In My Math Class
As You Can See.. I'm Not Even Holding A Glass
Dec 14, 2012
Dec 14, 2012 at 8:43 AM UTC
It was written we were dumb ******* without an once of sense,
Ignorance.
It was written that once a zero, always a zero,
Non-believers.
It was written fairytales don't have happyendings,
Cinderella.
It was written you can't even trust your friends,
Backstabbers.
It was written red and blue makes green,
Unity.
It was written the dollar is the root of all evil,
Reccession.
It was written we fight another man's war,
Bring home our troops.
It was written there is no hope for the future,
2012.
Mar 28, 2010
Mar 28, 2010 at 8:11 PM UTC
In an unforgiving world
of naysayers
and backstabbers
and depraved liars
and false prayers
where
you have to look around you
before
you can dare to look ahead
in an unforgiving world
where the pitchforks are raised
at the slightest of mistakes
in this unforgiving world
I possess
a poison
far more potent
it's called love.
and darling,
you're not getting any.
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 12:34 PM UTC
One day you meet the people you think you could trust
but everything that was turns to stardust,
everything you loved seems to go so fast,
Girl why didn't you realize they all wear masks,
And your "friends" don't realize how she impacts you.
You don't realize this are fake accusations,
Why the hell do you people give me these complications?
So congratulations!
you made my life a complication!
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 7:41 PM UTC
How to fit it?
Be fake.
Put on a pretense.
Like those anchor peoples on the newscast.
Hold your opinions.
They don't like opinionated folks.
And if they are they called personal commentaries.
How to fit in?
Put on that smile.
In life we all are actors.
It's a trait of our character.
Unless we get selected to heaven.
Then that's another matter.
We required to be real because the love of God is there.
How to fit in?
Embrace the concept of your surroundings.
Just sit back and take it all in.
Like a shy person you'll be able to describe everything.
From those that fake to the backstabbers.
Now, you can be a rogue.
Just realize renegades doesn't last in the fakeness for long.
But that's how you fit in?
You just need to ask yourself?
Is this your quest?
Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 9:57 AM UTC
You heard a rumor about something I supposely said.
It's true.
So quote me.
I spoke it.
And stick to it.
That I love you.
Truly adore you.
Live my life centered around you.
So quote me.
I'm not like the backstabbers of the world.
I speak what I mean.
But without offense.
So quote me.
Cause I spoke it.
And I mean it.
Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 11:27 PM UTC
Perfume mixed with B.O. fill the air
Bore's me to death, beyond compare
Students separated in groups, depending on their own personalities
The popular crowd, the geeks, and the ones who don't fit into reality
Drama and backstabbers are everywhere you go
Some students stand up to them, some just go with the flow
Waiting patiently for that day of freedom to come
Rule breakers and bad boys pick on the nerds just for fun
Teachers pushing students to far
Trying to lift their heavy weight, over that bar
I don't understand why we have to go to school for thirteen years straight
I just can't wait til I graduate
You can never trust anyone, even your friends
You never know, if their til the end
Stuck ups and kiss ups, try to follow the rules
Oh, how much I hate high school
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 11:57 AM UTC
Is this madness how can it be?
You all sold your souls and have forsaken me.
Poisen the well and ask me to drink.
call yourselves friends makes me really have to
step back and think.
Keep your heads above water cause shallow are your words.
My tongue is a razor.
Chop you up and flush you down the sewer with the rest of the turds.
To my face you speak lies backstabbers Inc.
Hello reeks of false goodbyes.
Who are you to cast me aside.
Madness has set in but id sooner trust a snake
than in you confide.
Poisen are your well shallow and cruel.
Think you understand this game?
Well it's time to take you all to school!
Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 11:04 AM UTC
tidal waves
starting from the bottom,
a life time
ago, inside backstabbers feeling the aftermath.
raising in anger
the sky above, gone so long.
lifted to
a journey of endless time, skies as dark as,
a blackened out knight.
a thief, not realising the fight,
that you daily gave flight.
academia loses me, swamping my left side,
my brain is crawling.
a right sided force to be reckoned with,
a release from the monotony of one
two
three, safety in numbers.
war of the world ensues, it's a game of thrones.
red versus blue, black versus white,
knowing I always saw,
the creativity in,
me.
© Sia Jane
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC
The possessor of a weapon that kills all.
Slashing the backs of those once loved.
Leaving the innocent with open wounds.
They do it with no regrets; it’s a mind game.
Life to them is like an everyday mascaraed.
There will be no peaceful revolution.
Beware the backstabbers who slay the night.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 12:53 AM UTC
Backstabbers and the moon
are basically the same
they're pretty from the outside
but have flaws from within
You look from far away
so you don't know the truth
They lie and then walk right past you
without another look
What pleasure does it give you
To torture me like this
You play with my heart as if
it gives you eternal bliss
I thought you were my friend
You'd stick with me to the end
But you back stabbed me and ran away
You come in my life like an
angel of the lord
And you left me stabbed
and impaled by a sword
you lie right through
your teeth
I was too late
to see the monster beneath
But now it's all revealed
Never gonna trust
a soul again
All because I made
an enemy my friend
Never gonna trust again
what pleasure does it give you
to see me broken down
My heart shattered in countless pieces
now all over the ground
All that you can do is pretend
Never gonna trust again....
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 10:44 AM UTC
Every body playing me so close.
Use to cheer, now they kicking out the chair.
Guess they just showing me the ropes.
So, I do things my way,
and only keep a small circle.
So when things come around,
its all relative.
Cause backstabbers,
use relations; for shortcuts;
like it's relative.
What hurts most;
them using,
slow pokes and
different strokes.
The whole time,
they cloaked like we folks.
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 4:23 PM UTC
Life endures in loosing and gaining,
backstabbers and supporters.
Whether you enjoy drama in your life and the connection with reporters,
the news you tell them will just be announced for entertaining -
The media all around you,
the friends you thought stood by you.
I’ve been through those obstacles,
the times from when people choose to leave.
When I needed someone most, to listen and not be posted in articles,
all I got were blank responses, not once showing that they believe.
The trust I need towards certain people are now gone,
and that just gives me one strength, to move on.
True friends.
It’s funny how the saying goes,
in time you really discover who your real friends are.
That being said - take a moment, and think;
are the people in your life, the ones you can truly keep?
People who won’t judge or go around talking behind your back?
Around you all you get are stares, now you will know who caused the act.
I want you to open your eyes and see the reality,
I won’t lie or torture you, it’s like one of your family.
You deserve someone who you can trust at anytime,
give or take within every situation, every time.
I believe in you, so I give you permission to converse,
I promise I won’t hurt you - the emotion of feeling your worse.
Jan 12, 2011
Jan 12, 2011 at 7:52 PM UTC
I'm done with this half *** smile
I've had it on for a while
Lying in its place
On my face
I rather show my sadness
I'm over with all the laughing to make you believe
I forgot what I was trying to achieve
I'm through with hiding my tears
I'm putting away these crap for fears
I'm breaking down all these walls
And I'll laugh while they fall
Something's set off a fire in me
And it's flame burns hotter than I'd believe
My pain has boiled up and left its stain
I'm tired of blood stains from severed veins
I'm tired of hating every thought to enter my mind
I've spent so long being kind
My only reward is broken teeth
Form the backstabbers that lied to me
My hands are tied with the proof of remains
Of my fragile fragments of pain
I'm done I'm putting away this half *** smile
I've had it on for a while
Lying In place
On my face
Dec 14, 2012
Dec 14, 2012 at 11:27 PM UTC
Surrounded by backstabbers in this big cold world.
Every time I watch it swirl and turn,
I see the people bound with a curse.
Memories of yesterday in my eyes are nothing but a blur.
Everyday I wear mask over my charred face.
Don't look me in the eye, I never belonged to this place.
I am tired of living in this fake heaven.
It's too loud here to hear the angel's bell.
When the darkness fell,
I screamed for someone to take me to my own sweet hell.
The devil has heard my scream
and consoled me when I was sad.
He has made me a ton of promises
and trust me, they aren't that bad.
He might have lured me into a trap,
but now there is no going back.
I remember when night fell,
I went back to the devil and begged him to take me back to my own sweet hell.
Look me in the eye and you will see nothing ignite.
The war has extinguished the fire which burned bright.
Even the devil screamed in fear when he saw the ghosts inside of me.
I told him not to worry as I am a victim of a sweet old melancholy.
I saw all of them come to me and rip me to shreds.
It sure does feel good in my own sweet hell.
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 4:14 AM UTC
**** everyone who hurt you.
They were never worth your heart.
**** everyone who turned on you.
Everyone who left after they promised they would stay.
**** all your so-called "friends"
who wanted nothing more than to see you fall.
**** everyone who changed.
Everyone who swore they were different from
everyone else.
**** all the people who lied.
And those that did it behind your back, continuously?
Goes double for those backstabbers.
**** anyone who ignores you.
You aren't worth their time?
They aren't worth one more thought.
**** heroes, you don't need them.
You can be your own.
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 12:58 AM UTC
Play my card
Cut me up
Destroy me
I'm already broken
Fill my void with lies
Smack me with insults please
Look me in the eye and tell me how much you hate me
Walking blind
Blood pours out
Losing life
I scream your name
All I hear is your laughs
I'm not angry
Deceit flowing from me
No refunds
So don't bring me a receipt of apologies
They mean nothing
Just take your blades and dice me
I'm just here to make you happy
And all you do is take your knife and stab me
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 12:25 AM UTC
Looking up, I can see the old moon
In the arms of the new one.
Here I stand, at the edge of my demise
Overlooking the city on this building,
To gaze at how the bustle of this metropolis
Begs for release.
I will be the first.
I stand on the edge of my demise,
Its crowds of people faltering between
Fate and struggle,
This city of revolution
Where blood has been spilled on its streets.
I overlook the hustling crowds and see,
Down below,
The swinging lifestyles,
Thieves and soothsayers on every corner,
Talebearers and backstabbers along the sidewalks.
Standing at the edge of my demise,
I long for wings to fly away
Like a dove, harmless and at rest I would be.
Atop this elevated place,
The light of early morning shines along
These towers of terror.
As I lift my foot to step off the edge,
I notice a puddle next to me.
Staring into this small basin of identity,
It reveals what I have missed–––
I remember what I have missed in me.
My face is unlike the rest of those
Who populate this hustling city.
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 9:12 AM UTC
I don't trust no one
Including myself
I figured a little too late
How societies operate
I can't speak with strangers
Never know could be danger
Watching my back
For backstabbers
My back hurts everyday
My bones crack everyday
My neck is pain to the brain
My body posture is broken
Although my physical is weak
My spirit maintains strong
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 12:48 AM UTC
You know what I hate?
Backstabbers and Liars and users all threee
They take you, and play you, and **** you,
A spree,
I've had my fair share and here I've had another,
Come, take me now, as I have nothing left to lose,
But beware to all those freaks out there
Who do this and find it amusing
The next time I jumprope
It'll be your intestines I'm using...
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 10:36 PM UTC
Only you'll find the beauty of the end
when the process of going up
weighed you down
cutting ties with backstabbers
to remove the drama that goes along with it
you'll be known as an outcast
an exile to a life
that's not meant for your precious heart
and as you slowly loosen the grip
of the hands that betrayed you
you'll make room
for the peace that awaits at the end
and only that can make you realize
the true meaning of
A Beautiful Escape
Mar 11, 2022
Mar 11, 2022 at 7:30 AM UTC