"coldhearted" poems
Every night I spend alone knows your name.
I try to remember your promises;
you carried them in your back pockets.
And I think that if I were to check your
laundry,
I'd still find them waiting in your
shorts,
unfulfilled.
I try to remember what you looked like
the last time I saw you;
how her name was waiting on your lips,
hanging in the air between us
like a thread waiting to be cut.
I remember how you loved my body
and pitied my mind,
and fell asleep with the door open.
I walked home in the snow,
but it was warmer
than laying next to you.
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 4:36 PM UTC
Yes, I do believe in something. I believe in being warmhearted. I believe especially in being warmhearted in love, in ******* with a warm heart. I believe if men could **** with warm hearts, and the women take it warmheartedly, everything would come all right. It’s all this coldhearted ******* that is death and idiocy. - D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover
Aug 2, 2013
Aug 2, 2013 at 9:29 AM UTC
She was the kind of lost that was unseen before
She was the kind of broken that's unfixable
She was the kind of beauty that's unfadable
She was the kind of love that was unforgettable
But her heart was cold as stone
Her truth were only lies
Her faithfulness was nonexistent and her love was false
But he couldn't stop
Deep down he knew it wasn't right
But there was something about her smile, her laugh and her touch...
That made it impossible to stop thinking about her, being with her, admiring her and loving her
It was painful, but necessary to feel alive
He couldn't breathe without her near
She had him on his knees, she had stripped him off his independence
To make him her needy wreck,
Filling the empty void in her heart
She loved the power and didn't care the cost
Her heart was made of stone
Stoning him alive
Until the day he dies
For all eternity
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 7:39 AM UTC
***** dishes piled peripherally
Melting muscles begging to be built
Education egging me on evilly
Facebook friends warning I may wilt
Clothes choking roomish rubble
Coldhearted clocks click callously
Traffic tickets to trouble
Prodding for payment perniciously
Feb 11, 2010
Feb 11, 2010 at 7:32 PM UTC
The eyes of tearful past
Gaze upward, past small faces
I watch him
He begins to rise himself
Off the coldhearted bench
Gazing through the distance
Thoughts reoccur in his fading mind
He lays back down
Roaming, helpless and scarred
He lost himself in fear, and that alone
Links of steal and agony
They fall beneath earth's eye
What's left alone to pity
Has nothing, than to die
Tears of saddened hearts,
They are, but a target
The world, they are the darts
Piercing happiness, in the eye
He grazes, in weathered grass
Throughout a darkened tranceless state
Left to gather thoughts
Expected sadness, on the contrary
He is dead to the world
What are you
Jun 21, 2010
Jun 21, 2010 at 10:32 AM UTC
I don't know anything anymore.
I'm sick of this feeling and im sick of you.
If you ever call me another cutesy nickname
i will punch you in the face
If you ever try to come back after you realize no one will ever love you like i have,
i will slam the door
Don't even think about bringing up old inside jokes,
i will have forgotten them by then, ive already began to
Forget about trying to fix things cuz you know we're meant to be together,
you can only try to fix something so many times until its completely broken.
You're insane if you think we get past this,
even if i do forgive there will be no forgetting
Don't bother saying "i miss you"
because all i've been doing is running away, i can't wait to move away from you
But the worst thing you could possibly say is " i love you"
because im not completely sure yet if this wall i'm trying to build against you will still be standing.
As much as i wish you could be standing on my porch right now on your knees, my door's been open too long and the best thing for me is to turn the lock.
I'm done standing around waiting for this miracle that will never happen.
"Love is like glass, sometimes it is better to leave it in pieces rather than trying to put it back together"
There is a line between being friends and always being there for you.
It is a fine line, but a line none the less.
You drew it with an ink of lies and coldhearted decisions.
Jan 27, 2012
Jan 27, 2012 at 12:18 PM UTC
You see, my daddy raised me to be a fighter. He taught me that sometimes to get through this world you have to raise your fists to get what you want. He told me it was a man’s world, and he didn’t want his little girl to get pushed down, and kicked on. He told me to always fight for what I thought was right.
I never thought much of it until I was older, until I opened my eyes. It wasn’t until I realized we were in a man’s world, a world where men had the upper hand.
A world where I couldn’t wear tank tops on a hot day to school, because it was deemed “too inappropriate for male students and teachers.” Instead of teaching men to not see sexualized images in young girls, we had to suffice.
A world where when I took cooking class, all the girls were expected to be better than the boys. Because it was where we belonged, where we would spend most our time, in the kitchen. When I burned the cake I was looked down upon, but when he did it, it was a joke, a funny accident.
A world where if you say no to the wrong boy, the next day the whole school will either look at you as a **** when you haven’t even been touched before. Or they will look at you as a **** a coldhearted one, just because you weren’t interested in him. Yet it’s totally okay when he says no to you, only then “no means no.”
A world where when a women takes charge in an office, company, she is now considered “head ***** Yet when a man takes charge, he is a boss, someone to respect.
A world where little girls are taught at an early age to never walk alone on the streets, always have someone with you. Instead of teaching little boys to never harm a soul. That when a girl is walking alone it doesn’t mean she’s vulnerable, or is asking for it, she is just going home.
We live in a world where women are expected to be submissive to men, because if we aren’t we are taking away “a part of their manhood.” The only time you’ll find me submissive is in the bedroom, and that will be fifty percent of the time. I will be no one’s notch lower, a shelf down, a step behind, I will be there right with them, side by side. No women should feel less than to a man.
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 10:34 PM UTC
I watched as my heart was wrenched out of my body.
I watched as the blade twisted into my chest,
And punctured my lungs so I couldn’t breathe.
As the sword withdrew,
My heart spilled out and lay beating on the floor,
And she didn’t even carry a look that indicated the words:
“I’m sorry.”
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 2:30 AM UTC
Stay up late and write
I'm the freedom writer
Everyday it gets easy to say
Everything you wish you could
You think it's coldhearted
but needed to be said
I keep you away out of my head
I don't get close that's my only choice
Writing has become my voice
I show respect treated like a reject
Went my way because of detours
Crossing paths another roadblock
This time not giving up my way
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 4:08 AM UTC
like the rubble of an old house
that had burnt down and left me for dead,
and I'd survived.
Drunk, weeks ago,
you said
"Whatever happens we're best friends"
your hugs felt familiar,
like home but I was wary.
I went from loving you endlessly,
young girl with an innocent pain
to coldhearted, callous
"She must of loved him blind, that she needed
to replace him with all those boys."
That was the smartest thing the boy
with straight A's in my physics class
had ever said.
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 5:20 PM UTC
Take something as simple as grains of sand,
Look at it if you can,
Picture it if you must,
Now, understand that your life IS revolving around these insignificant, ugly,
Things.
Lemme ask you something
Is it beautiful to you?
Because when everything’s beautiful
Everything means something.
It’s quite the opposite for me.
What’s whirling around me is not for the faint of heart.
You may think you’re prepared but you honestly
Aren’t.
Under this pale, freckled covered skin and heavy, hair matched, eyes is a dull dying soul.
Living with a severed heart. What was once carefully mended from the past broken road.
So…
I see you’ve made a fool of me, yet again.
Does my sheltered being tickle your funny bone?
Give you that…ya know
Painful laughter. As if inside you is screaming
“How could I be hurting the one I claimed to have loved?!” I was your happy, I was your crazy, I was your
Beautiful.
You had your lame, unacceptable, pathetic, coldhearted, mean, conniving reasons. Don’t worry I understand. But I am no longer the little girl from your memories, so stop living in them…it intervenes from the
Now.
And now, thing’s aren’t so beautiful.
Feb 17, 2011
Feb 17, 2011 at 2:34 PM UTC
You think it won't happen, but it does
The sinking feeling, the gutless entry and
You are left to fend for promises that you never
Intended to keep in the first place
I am coldhearted and alone and deserve nothing more
Then to rot here, or there, somewhere
Where your eyes won't follow my every move
And when I will finally fall to my knees
And cry and beg, and bleed and bleed until sore
I will still not understand the price for my sins
As he taunts and teases, pulls and prods
At my long ago innocence, I will falter
To be the girl He intended me to be
Too late and too little devotion to matters of the
Heart, the soul, the in between space
And I am wasted and shedding the wrong skin
Parts that should have been kept floating off into space
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 10:47 PM UTC
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
that saves a wretch like me
one so undeserving of the love
that is brought upon me.
I once was lost
in a coldhearted rage
for the world around me
appeared to be so against me.
But now I'm found
I am in love with life
because You showed me
that all is possible.
I was blind but now I see
I see the glory in all that life is,
all of it's ups and downs
and I see I will always be promised eternal days.
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC
A lonely assasin
unforgiving and without mercy
He stalks the night
Wanting revenge
Cold blooded killer
A monster
a beast
A banished Princess
She struggles to survive
Broken hearted she turns it to stone
Coping with her horrid past
A coldhearted killer
a monster
a beast
Wonder around
wind up together
Sparks fly
as weapons clash
Stone wall crumble
Love starts to bloom
beasts and monsters
being tame
Epic love story
A lonely assasin
and a Banished Princess
finding love
finding themselves
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 5:58 PM UTC
Am I such a cold cruel creature
Ice the core of all my features
You think my frigid heart not whole
Yes, someone said I have no soul
Some are quick to sling torment
So full of hate and malcontent
Of my essence you've no control
Yes, someone said I have no soul
So on this lonely moonlit night
These frenzied thoughts I won't ignite
Firmly rooted no unpaid toll
Yes, someone said I have no soul
Am I such a cold cruel creature
Yes, someone said I have no soul
My spirit stands upon firm ground
My love for others is unbound
My heart is full my heart is whole
Yes, someone said I have no soul
It's you that I take pity on
Flogging others with your baton
Coldhearted jabs will take their toll
Yes, someone said I have no soul
One harsh day you will glance around
And find your gardens been cut down
Where once stood friends now just a hole
Yes, someone said I have no soul
My spirit stands upon firm ground
Yes, someone said I have no soul
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC
I walked into a room where you were
And my pride kept me from hightailing
It out of the room and running until
My legs burned with lactic acid.
You spoke to me but the words fell on dull ears.
You looked at me but I kept my walls up
Such that in my head I was invisible.
I had done so well protecting myself,
Staying away from the places you frequented,
Not spending time with the people you call friends
Even though they were my friends first.
And then today all my efforts became
Void, vain, utterly useless,
For there I was inwardly crumbling
The broken-then-stitched-back-together
Fragments of my heart
Between proverbial coldhearted fingers.
My jaw is as set as my will: like flintstone,
Cold, hard, and steeled.
You may once have had a hold on me,
Affected me, impacted me,
But today, you are nobody.
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 10:17 PM UTC
Caress my coldhearted expectations
forget who made them that way.
To use more than I ever possess
for you, and only for you.
Darling, i've figured out
how to make use of whats broken.
If you want I can show you how..
break free from this empty house.
You're too familiar with being left behind
you're numb so you don't seem to mind.
A secret between you and I, my love
for you, and only for you:
I've seen who you really are,
you're broken but not too far.
In life all you really need
is who needs you back;
thats me.
Darling, i've figured out
how to make use of whats broken.
If you want I can show you how..
break free from this empty house.
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 10:01 PM UTC
Dear Friend,
If thats really what you are... Can I still call you that? I'd very much hate to do so.
Thank you
Thank you for treating me so deservingly with your coldhearted, excuse ridden backstabbing attitude. It means the world to me that you would destroy the little happiness that had built up over the past couple of days.
Life is hard right now, all I need is people there for me and supporting me and keeping me distracted and happy, but
Thank you
Thank you for treating me like trash, like I am nothing, and like you cant talk to me cause youre "afraid to hurt and upset" me again.
You seem to be doing a fine job of that already.
*Thanks for nothing,
Me.*
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 11:00 PM UTC
I tend to have a deep endearment and emotional intrest in coldhearted people, i see good in them, and i want to develope a relationship with them, i fall inlove with what i know they can be, i want to be there for them and see what there about, i have this huge thing for ******** type people, but sometimes when you play with fire, theres a great possibility you will get burned.
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 10:17 PM UTC
The world will tattoo your secrets
Onto the palms of your hands
To teach you
To sleep with fists closed
And to never show anyone
What you hold in your hands
It is to teach you
Sleight of hand
It is to teach you
How to hide in plain sight.
The world will carve your regrets
Onto the inside of your eyelids
So every time
You close your eyes,
Everything you need
To just forget is
Burning bright and fierce in your face.
It is to teach you
To keep your eyes open
It is to teach you
How to never even blink.
The world will stamp your mistakes
Onto your tongue
To teach you
To keep your mouth shut
And to always think before you speak
It is to teach you
The power of words
It is to teach you
How to choose your words carefully.
The world will write your weaknesses
On the walls of your heart
So every time
You let someone
Steal it and break it,
Your flaws all spill out
On the ground for everyone to see.
It is to teach you
To be coldhearted and cautious
It is to teach you
How to keep your heart safe.
The world will graft wings
Onto your ankles
To teach you
When to run away
And when to stand your ground.
It is to teach you
speed;
It is to teach you
How to escape.
The world will brand road maps
Onto the soles of your feet
So every time
You’re looking for
A way out (or in),
your feet already know the way there.
It is to teach you
direction
It is to teach you
How to navigate the world.
By the time
the world is done with you,
It will have left its marks.
Wear these marks
Not with shame,
But pride,
As I have failed to do.
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 2:31 PM UTC
I am the villain,
the coldhearted canyon
killer who cut
Atlas’ Achilles tendon
causing the sky to crumble
and crush the falsely humble.
I am rage working its way
from a red froth foaming
in the cold glowing bay,
choppy waters which
reflect star light
that is too far away
and already dead.
I am not the hero
of this narrative
because all that
I have to give
is destruction
in the form of
my careful criticism
of this corrupt system.
I smile, hoping
my wise words will
blasts this system’s foundation
and clear the clutter
to build something better.
I am the truth barer,
sunlight sharer
in a world
happy with its shadows.
I am a vicious striker and slicer,
mean bust mostly nicer
than I should be
as the bad guy of humanity.
We all want to be the hero
of our little fairytale,
but I know
better than to fool myself,
because if the genocidal politicians
the vile ********* preachers,
the violent sports stars,
the murderous soldiers,
and the greedy businessmen
are your definition
of the ubermensch
apex of the patriarchal
hierarchy….
Then to you as to them
I am anarchy
builder and destroyer
of abstract constructs
that control us
and the ultimate terrorist/freedom fighter
because I am a truth writer.
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 7:43 PM UTC
Normal events of life:
Natality, identity, wedlock, fatality
As disrupting events triumph the rhythm
Destroys the loop, making life aloof
There comes one wonder
Revisiting the events, one must ponder
Twists and turns, identity is profound
Discovered as it may be, but still unacceptable
Cuz normality Disdains And retains from interchangeable
But thou shall break this bubble
To free himself and feel more comfortable
Peers will judge, the true ones won't
Only they can understand but others don't
One may even find himself Alone
Smiling away in front of a thousand clones
Indeed they will stare,
Coldhearted,
Confused,
Look alike stones.
Their judgement pierced through before,
This time, this resolution has led to no more!
Health was draining, stooping below
Feelings of distress, sadness hollow
Complain and nag to achieve pity and sorrow
But what's the point of such negativity
It only brings bad news! Depression and lesser longevity.
So enough is enough! Rebirth is in order
A new soul emerges that can only grow stronger and stronger
Put it through a test,
Try it out,
Beat it down,
Bow down it shall no longer!
- By Ali Q. =)
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 3:36 PM UTC
immutable silence induced
bombardment caused by
birth of a ghost punctually
derived from fresh air
with no emotion or sympathy
dead sensitivity parted lips
yellow eyes staring
back at us brought about
soil rising in magnetic induction
eclectic charges polarized
currents shifted spirit width
ram nizzle threshold nicked
blowing with the wind Niz
blessed peace upon him
bright phoenix wings
extend beyond lenses
above a star shining
wide owl rings protrude
subatomic grime regarded
sewn in fabric of humanity
testifying coldhearted
exemplar charisma donated
hidden aspects of demeanor
derive lives of love deprived
occupy truth in dreams
until kingdom come
nightmares relieved taking
there place revelation revealed
in benediction bleeding out
chests shattered by the light
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 8:36 PM UTC