"backstabs" poems
He’s an angel, like me, like his other siblings.
He’s a brother, little brother.
He’s blood, my blood.
He is the youngest,
the weakest, and
the lowest of the combined four.
His flights are lower to Earth,
farther from Heaven.
closer to Hell,
Humans adore him,
his parents spoil him;
Satan sways him.
He turns his back on his worshipers,
backstabs them,
and leaves them to die.
Humans fear they have done something wrong,
they showers him in gifts
they plea for their lives.
I cry as he watches them burn.
I reach out to them,
I am ignored.
More offerings.
More gifts.
More pleas.
I plea,
I kneel,
I kiss their feet, but
our parents are lost in my brother’s spell,
my brother’s trick,
my brother’s façade.
I go to his worshipers,
I warn them of his treachery, and
I am branded as a demon for turning on my blood,
I’m gagged and
I’m silenced,
I’m forced to watch.
His wings are tainted black,
his skin is pulled tight around the bones and from
his joints, spikes emerged.
Small streams of blood fall from his hands
It falls to his people.
It’s treated like rains as they dance in it.
He commands his parents and
He influences his humans.
He is whispered to by Satan.
He flies farther from Heaven,
He grazes the ground of Earth,
He flies in the skies of Hell.
I’m raising an army,
a small rebellion of lost angels and
a band of rebellious humans.
We will take down this demon.
This fallen angel,
This brother.
I will be banished or destroyed.
I will leave with an open mind, a higher flight,
I will know they are safe from him.
My siblings do not abandon me
My humans rally behind me, but
My parents will try to suppress me.
The three of us will be his doom,
his Apocalypse,
his inevitable downfall.
Just as he shows no mercy;
no mercy for his humans,
no mercy shall be given to him.
He is my blood
He is my little brother,
He is my family.
But he is also my greatest enemy
my wisest foe and
my demon.
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 1:06 PM UTC
Thump
Thump thump
Thumpity thump
And it flips over
Flopping on the floor
Like a ****** up fish
Gushing and gooing
Just everywhere
Oh god
It's everywhere
The blood and thicker things
Thump thump
Thumping on the floor
As though it were
Taking a final breath
Dying, right there, on the floor
(Thump)
**** I'd just cleaned in here
For pity's sake
What is wrong with me
(Thump thump)
Letting this happen
Again
As if I never learn
Always doing the same thing
Over and over
(Thump)
At least, now that we're here
(Thump)
All of this
Will soon
Be
(Thumpity thump)
Over
As my heart lies there
Thumping blood onto the floor
Blood and all of my love
****** from my chest
For all my bad decisions
Every hopeful moment
Each rejection of love
The betrayals and backstabs
(Thump)
All of it
Over
At last.
Silence.
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 3:50 AM UTC
This is a world of masks.
This is a world of fake and
this is a world of backstabs.
I watched as people walk around
with faces of plastic and paint.
I watched as people glared at me
with eyes like daggers and poison.
They watched as I put on a mask
with white teeth and rosy cheeks.
Sometimes I think it's safe
Sometimes I peek outside the mask and
sometimes I speak my mind.
They listen with painted faces
They listen with stilled expressions
They listen to each other gossip after I depart.
I can feel their eyes
I can feel the words
I can feel the pain that stabs me like a voodoo doll.
It's hard to tell if the face they wear is genuine
or just a mask.
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 9:48 PM UTC
Handshake claw grip, crustaceans with an overstatement,
Never distressed with a sober sense spent on aimless wastage,
Never become too complacent,
Never butter devil's sodden words on scriptures burned through the ages,
Certain pages curtain stages grace to shattered shambles curdled shameless.
Shiny geodes the traditions on the backhand,
Sages matching matter sets a salamandrine babble balance act,
Skin tight ever-bond clasped reattachment,
Radical bags sag at the mystery of a mattress ,
Routine carry forth enabling of double standards,
Tailored youth to a callous canvassed pander *******
Cat scratch moral compass to the badlands,
The pinnacle of rabid actions in the aftermath,
After that,
A rabbit or a lab rat,
Maze running side effects from the last batch,
No lessons learned just oblivious to brass tax,
Malleable malice in the marrow of the crab man,
Can't stand a phalanx divided by the last laugh,
Middle finger sinner Peter chapters in the chapel of a hashtag,
Shadows in the chiaroscuro flit mongers little gas lamps,
Calypso rhythm stages a symphony of backstabs,
Coup d'etat passive damage scatters gravel slat in sandbags,
No matter shiny medal coiled vertebrae permeate the flashbacks,
Never with a sordid memory retraced to get a plaque stamped.
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 8:18 PM UTC
I am the girl stuck in the castle of mistakes and regrets
locked behind the bars of ‘what if’
chained to the walls of cynicism
being fed pain and tortured
by backstabs and betrayals
all I wanted was to leave this place
to be free
to be happy
leave the past behind
and take steps to a brighter future
smell the fresh air that embodies peace
but there’s no escape
there’s no escape
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 10:29 AM UTC
A hug so awkward
With hands held together,
On a cold night weather
A love story was discovered.
Moments like this should be cherished,
As both hearts reached that line called "finish".
Trials along the lane ade then ill,
Until one felt pain and chill.
Alas hope came back,
But another got stabbed,
All those feedbacks and backstabs one heart held strong.
A hopeful heart still waits,
Hoping an understanding and honesty,
And ask the other to please not choose another.
And the pther heart still waivers,
Losing slowly to uncertainty,
And ask the other to please wait a little further.
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 3:16 AM UTC