"crule" poems
By Arcassin B
He stares at her,
like theres no chance,
Parten me for being guilty,
Mountains i could move,
but your feelings due for plenty,
he kisses her,
like he doesnt care,
parten me for jealousy,
i was kinda crule,
i shouldnt feel this shity,
he holds her,
like theres no tomorrow,
why do i feel pity,
i feel like a cut up mule,
needing someones empathy,
on the road to her soul.
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 9:10 AM UTC
Tu tienes mi corazon para siempre.
Why take my heart and possess it in a place where it cannot thrive,
Only suffer.
Why be so crule as to take my mind captive,
Then toil and torture it?
Love I will fight back.
I would rather love and remain repressed and silent,
Then to ever ponder hate thoughts of you.
Tu tienes mi corazon para siempre.
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 2:04 AM UTC
I wish I could turn back time
To the good old days
Even thinking back
I was never here
I was and will be lost in this world
I was never suposed to be
I wish I could turn back time
To the good old days
To the time "I" was "me"
Before I ever knew myself
With all the senses of being, of existing
Before the ralms of reality took hold of my soul and twisted it to something unknown
Before I was thrown out of paradise itself
And into a crule unforgiving world of lost souls like my own
I feel it deep within
What I lost, what is missing
Just living life and expirencing true fulfillment of just being a human being
A human soul
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 9:07 PM UTC
Hate so pure it scortches the ground
as I walk this dark, lonely road
The shadows feel my presence
and demons quake at the sight
Satan is to afraid to claim this wretched child
for it it more powerful than he
The Hate is pulsing through my veins
what has humanity done to me
a monster I have become
feared by everyone, wanted by none
forever cursed to walk alone
heartless, souless, I carry on
I am glad you fear me...
I am glad you hate me...
it shows me who I really am
an outcast, a misfit. untrusted, unloved
Only one has shown me kindness
then she to turned and joined the crowd
*A scepticle, they point and they stare,
but afraid they are to meet my gaze.
Am I as vile as they say, a creature so
crule that they fear him more than the
devil himself. the proof is in your faces
and if it is all true, then I am more than
happy to say Welcome To Hell *
Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 10:56 AM UTC
i layed in my room on my bed,
i only wished to die in my sleep
fallen appart,i was nearly dead
cause of a promisse i didn't keep.
i couldn't eat i couldn't talk,
i was hunted by my past,
barely having stenght to walk,
i've put my all to the test.
i couldn't smile with pain in my chests,
then came fears, i became paranoid,
followed by the darkest fleshbacks,
until the gap in heart became a void.
i fell as low as person can fall,
there was only up i could go,
missed the death, had to crawl,
decided never to let myself fall so low.
it's been a year i'm alright,
i still recover,my heart needs some rest,
i know my strenght and learning to fight,
a crule deamon called ''my past''.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 6:25 PM UTC
your eyes dazzle me, beyond belief,
you care,
even though the world was crule to you,
you love me,
which is still hard for me to understand,
but i dont want you to stop.
because i love you too.
i hope its not annoying,
that i tell you how much you mean to me,
i do that,
because i want you to know,
every day,
that you matter.
I love you seelenverwandter,
you make me happy,
when no one else does,
i want to be with you
Always.
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 11:55 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Teenage stories again??
She was an A student,
Traveling a crule and beautiful world filled with dreams and dispair,
No help there,
She knew what she wanted,
Living in a disgusting neighborhood,
Parents barely paying rent on time,
But at times,
It was more like a cry for help,
Other girls bullying her after school,
She yells for help,
But no one aids her,
In pain and exhausted,
She walks home lost and selfpitying herself,
"all those marks on your face.... How come?",
Runs up to her room and never answers her mom,
Then later patches her up,
And tells good night,
Knowing she won't get any sleep,
Cause her parents were gonna get in a fight,
So just do like mommy told you , if there's screaming,
Then you'll know what to do,
What happens in the house stays,
There's no leaving,
In the darkness, dripping tears,
Waiting for it to stop is what she'll do,
Very cold.
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 1:08 AM UTC
A woman in her prime is the pride of her man
She can be the reason for a man's happiness
but also the reason for a man's pains
It has happened to me I should know
A long time ago,then I was young and naive
She came into my life
Everything changed
She made me the happiest
Man in the world
We did things together
Shared dreams together
Oh,what a blissful love!
But then she left me
Shocked right?
But bet me it was more than just a mear shock to me
And as years past
Her rose-like memories then became as a thorn of a thousand spikes in my heart
To forget I drawn myself In my whiskey
But even my whiskey betrays me
I wake up to find the pain still there
The agony of a broken heart pumping
The wish of a lost soul begging to be found
Memories of her smiles still hunt me
She came early into my life and as early she left me
Now I have to live the rest of my life without her
Oh,
what a beautiful mistake!
But wait!
What was my mistake?
What did I do wrong?
Is it wrong to fall in love
Correction!
It is not a beautiful mistake
It is just fate
FATE THEY SAY IS CRULE BUT WOMEN ARE IT'S TOOLS
WRITTEN BY-Peace Ekeinde
Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 9:55 PM UTC
Darkness blinding silence screaming,
Everyone in pain and bleeding.
Agony, sadness decieving
Till you end up not believing.
Pain and pleasure both in measure,
Of all the most your affection I treasure.
Hearts are broken numb from tokin'
"I love you" are words unspoken.
Hide your eyes and seek not my soul,
Else against heart's crule whims you will play that role-
If you like I have suffered still
This thing heedless of our own will.
This feeling stays and like a vice
It keeps me tansfixed to you as if by ice.
A raven's cry like mine sings your name,
For mine own imperfections would bring you to shame.
But fear and hurt- they give way to hope,
When all we know is together we cope.
Although I'm scared of what may come,
I have you- the only one.
Dark clouds obscure the skies with storms,
Emotions and lives takes different forms.
A secret unspoken holds us from harm,
Knowing full well the hidden charm.
All the while this is the best memory,
Together with you in broken harmony.
Jun 14, 2012
Jun 14, 2012 at 1:34 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
undercover,broken neck,
Charlie horse here,
from your bones to your sweat,
they will all see fear
all and all,we all see,
all seeing eye your peers,
forbidden even for you eyes,two times
the surprise,
We all gotta live in this crule society,
Learning all its secrets like a hive,
can't be hiding bee,
Consuming so much dumb **** in this
world through memory,
But common sense is common sense,
Ain't no conspiracies,
Blind to the fact , when the,
Vultures starts attacking , and they,
Drive the beast up and down every coast.
Love to sway the weak and break the strong,
Time is on our side , we'll move on,
Watch your **** back cause they do the
most.
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 12:46 PM UTC
She had her own little world,
Where she could be herself without being afraid,
Being there was beautiful
People call her a freak,
They say she's a nowhere girl
'Cause she's living out of this world.
She talks to birds she talks to angels
She talks to trees she talks to bees
Talks to the rainbows and to the seas
She lives in the world of imagination,
To hide from the crule reality of this world
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 2:26 PM UTC
today
he said he loved me again
my one and only friend
he said that it would never
happen again
so i cried
prayed
cut away the pain
i wasn't good enough
that's why he hurt me
right?
it's hard to figure out
why you're a punching bag
why everynight
he comes home drunk
and with your hair
he drags you
to his bedroom
the only thing you couldn't do
escape
he was too strong
you fell in love with how strong he was
so you let yourself
be his punching bag
as long as he said
i love you
nevermind the punches
and drags
because his "tough love"
was all the love you had
it was hard to figure out
why he was so mad
so they lived their lives again
sins commeted
deed done
she just tried not to let him influence
her one and only son
because it's
hard
to look at your parents
as heros
when your father is the villian
your father bonds with you the most
but you need to
stay away from him
but it's
hard
when your father controls
your every
single
move
you grow up seeing your father hit girls
it doesn't matter to you
you wanna do it to
so you get in fights at school
there's a pool
of teachers
asking you
why do you act so cool?
coming to school
with bruises
as if there's nothing else to do
the crule
punching bag rules
change
when it's not you
you see your child
bleeding
crying
you die inside
you protected him with all your heart
but you can't do anything outside
the overwhelming sadness
brings you to the ketchen
she knows she can't go back
next time she sees him
he's drunk again
it's time again
for her to remember
everything he did
remembering the ****** lyrics
to her own sad song
taking out the knife
as he stumbles along
she thrusts
as if this is the only way to breathe
her son comes home from school
right after she cleans
he asks
"where is daddy
where has he gone?"
it was hard to speak for years
but the one thing she said was
"right where he belongs"
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 9:09 PM UTC
I am an old puzzle
Once artfully put together by loving hands
trying to make out the picture
Tenderly admiring how every piece so abstract can be put together to make something so stunning
But time is crule
And my edges are frayed
I know I might not always glide perfectly into the spaces you cut me to fit.
But I was left half finished
When the artful hands became bored and preoccupied by new and more beautiful things.
With pieces of me slowly getting lost a long the way
Yet even though I am unfinished and forgotten
I hope someday
when your moving through your day
You find a piece tucked away
Somewhere your mind
hasn't drifted in years
And you remember how you put me together, with loving hands
And couldn't wait to see me complete
I hope you remember me
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 4:45 AM UTC
And they walk a storm,
Mind's thunder and lightning,
Held down to the soil
Keeping themselves from heightening.
As though sorrow gives off
A fragrance,
They wonder alone in the masses
Like hollowed vagrants.
The morbid crusade that
Wears the grace of pain,
The crule caverns of life
With a black rose's stain.
The glacial pace of thoughts
With so little time,
Weary and tired
On the abyss they do dine.
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 2:26 PM UTC