"frenemies" poems
Limutin na ang mundo
*Forget the world
And its intricacies
Your abusive father
Your good-for-nothing frenemies
Let go of the earth
Reach for the uncertainties*
Nang magkasama tayo
*I'll be here holding your hand
Reading your fears
In the lines of your palm
While feeling your taken risks
In the spirals of your fingertips*
Sunod sa bawat galaw
*Let me take the lead
Follow my steps
As we waltz off
From our consciousness
to the chains of the world*
Hindi na maliligaw
*We'll never be lost
When all miseries will be unknown
Or at least, we'll be lost
In all that is ours*
Mundo'y magiging ikaw
*You will be my world
And I hope I'll be yours too*
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 3:39 PM UTC
Haters, haters, hiding in the closets, hiding in faeces
your putrid minds full of fears and all your weaknesses
You are not men but degenerates and cowards in excesses
but in your attempts to distract away from your deseases
Look the parents you have and you know you're like rat fleas
you lack a lot which makes you so angry and in pieces
Washing once a week on other days its wet towel on faces
smerge on stunted wieners never to be a winner at the races
You're un-cool all you do is pretend but you ain't got the aces
as charmless as chicken *** you're the left-behind in chases
Never had a true compliment because you have no graces
deep down you're a mess and petrified of background traces
You have ***** linens and bad secrets buried in bad places
you're nasty, think nasty and 've done things that debases
Always afraid you pick on your betters rocking in perfect places
full of inferiority complexes real abilities get up your noses
You've wet your bed and at night you knowyou're *********
playing macho when in reality you want to do men's *****
Nobody likes the faceless cowards and abject scorn they entices
partners and frenemies are there for themselves and free passes
They see through them and smell their weakness without paces
faking laughter at their hate and anger at winners they despises
Haters are sick sad losers miserable inferiors with dark devises
never happy, never content just slimy cowards in dumb disguises
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 8:29 PM UTC
Secrets secrets secrets
I know all your stories
Your insecurities
Your dark side
Secrets secrets secrets
Some you told me
Some that other guy told me
Some I overheard
Others I have acquired illicitly
Secrets secrets secrets
I hold your reputation
And your mental stability
And your trust
In my hands
Secrets secrets secrets
I am trustworthy
And that's a good thing
But who hasn't made bad choices before?
Secrets secrets secrets
You know some of mine
Think you know all of mine
You could crush me bit by bit
but in the wrong hands,
Secrets secrets secrets
Are nothing but a truce between frenemies
Like two loaded guns
Aimed at eachother
Smiling, but set to **** if necessary.
Secrets secrets secrets
Are they really secrets at all?
Are you sure you know me?
Whispers run rampant here.
Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 11:20 PM UTC
mum's well intended tough upbringing ended in a two sided razor sharp sword
i am independent, intelligent, and successful
that same achievements cause me no shortage of frenemies
and a severe debilitating starvation for true friendship and love
men wont touch me with a 10 foot poll
both sexes make me out to be weird beyond the point of recognising there reflexion in me
imprisoned in a life i wanted, successful
with a incurable case of loneliness, i'm drowning out with food and bad poetry
this is my roaring twenties, hooray
cant wait for the next 80 years
going senile will be a blessing
no longer haunted by pain and unreached potential
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 1:10 PM UTC
Keep me in your locket, doll,
Keep me tied real tight.
Keep me safe, my love,
Or I might die of fright.
And fear.
And Paranoia
This is nothing to kid.
I am totally, and incidentally afraid of my mirror.
And my friends.
And enemies,
Frenemies,
They're truly out to get me.
Ghosts around every corner and skeletons in e'ry closet.
I am trying not to cry and dying to avoid it
This hell that holds me
Baby
Lock it
Lock it
Lock it
Baby, keep me in your pocket
Baby
Lock it
Lock it
Lock it
Baby, keep me in your pocket
Oh, lock it
Lock it
Lock it
I'm crying.
Keep me in your locket, doll,
Keep me tied real tight.
Keep me safe, my love,
Or I might die of fright.
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 3:00 PM UTC
The King of Kings,
That's what he is called.
He made big empires
And won all his brawls.
His mighty strength
Could change the epics
In all the directions
Were his relics .
His pride was too much high ,
To be conquered by anyone .
His empire was in his warmth ,
As he was their rising Sun.
In the cry of battle hours,
He crushed all his enemies .
He was truthful and loyal,
But was unaware of his frenemies .
The person he trusted most ,
Gave him an unhealable scar.
No one else than his own brother,
Told him everything is fair in love and war.
In the jail he decided not to mourn.
He was strong willed and stubborn.
He told himself, He will rise high
Because no one can stop the rising sun.
He is the true king of kings ,
Lost All, but not the hope
His determination, will and
Strength marked no stop .
He took a deep breath;
So long that a decade passed.
He returned to silent wrath inside,
To claim the all that honour lost.
He showed them all,
Of what he is made.
Fought and conquered
With the power of blade
Again he proved it;
And returned to throne.
Determination, Morality and hope,
Are a King's real Crown.
Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 11:57 AM UTC
Insomnia and I, old friends are we –
awake by each other’s side,
fidgeting, through the night.
***
Insomnia and I, old foes are we –
ever struggling to conquer,
to defeat the other.
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 8:49 AM UTC
before I trust anyone to have my back
i'll keep a wall at my back,
fenced in, bracing my back.
use reflection as my weapon
keep moving forward,
as i'm looking back.
changing my perception,
so now I'm keeping track.
let words be words
and the facts remain facts.
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 5:16 PM UTC
When your frenemies speak their minds
Trust the wrong people, you go blind,
Do not listen to what word they say
Turn them away at the doorway.
When the dark gathers closely in,
Dark voices condemn, you, your sin,
Do not stop, take the time to pray
Turn them away at the doorway.
An innocent holds out their hand,
It's a call, that's all, no demand,
See that chaos, embrace it go play,
Run now with them through the doorway.
Those distractions abound, constant,
Get to your own place of balance
Let your stare, your silence have it's say
Turn them away at the doorway
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 11:15 PM UTC
You have joined forces with my frenemies,
you have just destroyed our genesis,
you have become a total nemesis.
I thought you were a friend,
but you have been stabbing me right at the back.
I would have never guessed that there could have ever been an end,
but now i know how much you were fake.
That smile,
dear snake,
you kept crawling in the bushes,
but now you crawl on the eroided plateu,
i have seen your moves from afar,
stay away!
you keep on looking at me with those eyes filled with evil,
you trained to become wicked,
i am not surprized that you using your skills against me too.
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 10:26 AM UTC
The tea sits
Death collecting different scenes
I’m stressed
Such a mess with the reaper next to me
Life vest on my chest
And I couldn’t really see
Long steps to unrest and I’m bent reality
Still
The fragments breathe
Will deliver and I’m keen to the quiver
Arrows preen
The apple’s novelty
Real
Surreal it seems
The venom makes sin of me
A little sliver the beast
Disturbing the honesty
Feel
The havoc see it in the light
And let it seek a little strife
Collapse in dreams it’s still alright
Just follow me and
Days go by
And the days go by
And the days
Fall next to me
They wither in seasons
Oppressive tendencies
Observe the winter casualties
With frozen blood and splinters
Unruly royalty for dinner
The bloodline isn’t coiled
So they haven’t found a winner
The peril focused
Elapsed so nobody would notice
It wasn’t hopeless
Ascension hadn’t found a locus
Scrambling the frequency
A remedy just like unbroken chains that lead to purity
As if the marks of shame were lotus
Petals
Drinking deep amidst tequila dreams
Settled
With that much alcohol I’m bound to see
The difference
What it takes from me in travels
Hollow ships that creak and battle with my frenemies
Just trying to find some ******* peace
Scattered
A little crazed
A little battered
Hazard
So many names
Poetic ******* is my favorite
And it’s said with sharp tongues and flagrance
Art forms and a cadence
Just trying to count the ways that
Days go by
And the days go by
And the days
Make clouds break
Unraveling the seasons
Couldn’t fathom all the reasons
Left to brandish all the pieces
Couldn’t handle all the artifacts
To me the voice of treason was a pretty ****** father that I couldn’t wait to see
He left scars
Gave me emptiness to seek the stars
I grew lost
With a tendency to keep to bars
Some new parts of me I never noticed
Please
I wasn’t hopeless
I’m just barely even getting started
Some new paths
Chasing fantasies I seek to harvest
Undo traps that I set to self destruct the progress
Parallel to heavens gate
I’m aiming for the secret garden
Eyy
So catch me gliding through the waves as
Days go by
And the days go by
And the days go
-Whoo-
-Whoo-
-Whoo-
And the days go by
And the days go by
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 10:47 PM UTC
I found a friend in whom my secrets wouldn't part
I found a friend to push me 'round in a cart
I found a friend to hold me in my hands
A friend to follow me to no man's land
Never to leave no matter the weather,
This promise we made, while we hugged each other.
I found a friend, who strived to make me suffer
A friend who held my grip with evil agendas
A friend who left me in the middle of desserts
A friend who pushed me out in anger
I found a friend who loved no other
A friend who pushed me out with a cart
A friend in whom my secrets did part
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 8:57 PM UTC
How do I manage to lie awake
long after the sun disappears and the moon and stars light up the darkness surrounding me
just like you used to.
I'm not sure how after all this time
you haunt me more than just in my dream of happier times
like going on car rides for hours or walking aimlessly around your neighborhood
just for something to do.
Instead I have endless thoughts of what didn't happen:
the zoo date that never surfaced,
the cute little surprises you always told me not to tempt you with,
the picking me up at my front door before a big night you promised I would never forget.
I guess you were right about that part; I never did
forget. And as I lie here hopelessly in love with the ideas I still have of what we will be, are, or more like used to be,
I'm haunted more by what wasn't said than what was. Secrets don't make friends
which explains why we turned into enemies.
Or more like frenemies;
not friends and not enemies,
just strangers with a lifetime of memories.
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 5:02 AM UTC
Remember how
we used to sit together
with our inside jokes;
not a care in the world
what others thought.
Remember how
we would sit in class
and make fun of the teacher
with a jean skirt covering her ***
Remember how
people would think we were dating
and we would just send
a simple f*ck you their way.
Remember how
I
used
you
and,
you
let
me.
Remember how
you had no other way to deal with me
except by silence
and I acted like it was your fault.
Remember how
you granted me
the most beautiful gift I have ever received
and instead of being thankful;
I tried to **** myself,
simply because I didn't get what I wanted.
Simply because I didn't know who made it.
Remember how
I
broke
you
down
until
you
hated
me.
Remember how
I would apologize
just to tear you down more.
I was just addicted
to other's sorrow.
Remember how
no matter what I put you through,
you somehow would still take my
****
good for nothing,
apologies,
and still keep the friendship going.
Remember how
I was submitted into a mental hospital.
And I opened up
and told you
what you really mean to me.
So Remember how much
you really mean to me
no matter where life takes you.
Remember how
we have been frenemies this whole year,
so that no matter
if we talk
tomorrow,
for the rest of our lives,
or
never
again,
that you have helped someone
even more than you can imagine.
Remember
how
you
saved
a
life.
That life was
MINE.
Just Remember
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 4:14 PM UTC
I never go to weddings
I'd usually end up using my magic girl power
Chasing the boy
Who asked me to catch him
And here's the catch;
"If you can."
I never go to weddings
I'd usually end up sulking away
Ignoring my frenemies
As I scorned at grown men
Leaning against the bar
Obviously wondering why,
Why,
I am not having any fun.
I never go to weddings
I'd usually end up sneaking out
With the guy I've been exchanging stares at
We'd talk all night
I looked forward to weddings, though,
I never go to weddings.
My habits didn't change
Once we snuck out to the nearby pool
Took off all our clothes
And I was photographed, stark naked,
Amidst the chlorinated stupidity
I never go to weddings
They're too uptight
I held up a glass of champagne and yelled,
"And ***** you!" to the man with a blue portrait
Of me in his wallet
As he kissed his bride for the third time
I never go to weddings
I'd usually end up being a bridesmaid
Wearing a ridiculous outfit
Smiling through the pain of my own singularity
And realising that no one really celebrates the couple for them
We are selfish
I never go to weddings . . .
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 8:12 PM UTC
Say that we are enemies
Arch-eyed sharp means you ridicule.
You don’t get what our spit means to each other.
You mah frick; I you frack.
Yolo contendere, peace out bella pie.
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 10:05 AM UTC
**Partners turned enemies turned frenemies turned long lost soul mates who never were meant to be-
You never know what you got until it finally walks out the door. And thank god for that ******* door-
If I hadn’t of walked the tightrope so clumsily maybe my peanut butter fingers would have, should have, could have grabbed a little bit better omit the fumbling…but I just kept stumbling-
I honestly thought I was going to die here in this trailer, this **** double wide modular hell of mine,
We stick ourselves in mud sometimes, Mud so thick it creates specific life lines. You can actually see your personal timeline-
That timeline has been looking like the color of **** Well **** me sideways ain’t life a ******* *****
****** ***** low down piece of **** skunt. Skinned knees ***** breeze I felt this old home giving me a breathless squeeze-
It squeezed me so hard I hit reality, reached up and snatched actuality with a left hook of formality equalling life’s gain of destined brutality-
I moved mountains harder than I’ve ever ****** any man. It was one swift move of ballsy rhetoric but I had to sell my soul for a compromise and a date just to get my hands on the blue prints for the master plan-
You see everyone is someone else’s ****** I’m on a chain, a noose, a shock collar and this filthy serenade is for the shot caller-
Someday I’ll cut those chains but most likely by the time I’m equipped I’ll have lost those better days-
You learn to live on less by biding time, by sweeping by, just keeping your heart above water and your head leaking dry. I remember my partner turned enemy, turned frenemy, that long lost soul mate who just was never meant to be….**
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 3:11 AM UTC
Love,
A word we carelessly throw around,
Casually to people we like and some we don't
An emotion so rare these days.
In a world so corrupt,
Families fueled by greed,
Betrayal fueled by lust,
Frenemies frolicking with lovers
We have accepted our fate,
We trust too little,
Love less,
Fake more.
So forgive me if I do not say the words back,
I am a child of this world,
I've learnt all too well,
My love is but nothing to be treasured.
Or perhaps I too have been corrupted
I know not what love is
So remind me
Of my innocence once lost.
Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 2:52 PM UTC
Success is all he had
And hate was what it brought
Frenemies with smiles
All around your house
Perching your fortune as houseflies
The scramble stumble struggle
That took you
To be a butterfly
Frenemies can
Make you turn larva
o-ver-night
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 2:19 PM UTC
Not everyone who say they love you really do, beware
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 1:05 PM UTC
*Truth’s a double edged sword
And true lies have a façade
For each occasion that’s mundane
Or otherwise and when peddled they’re mostly plain
Eliciting brouhaha meant to send mixed signals
Kind of “stones” hitting an “undisclosed” number of birds.
A crop of good fellows, politicians that is
Barely ever leave the populace at ease
Buttering them up with falsehoods, platitudes even half truths
And by virtue of being inherently over-excitable, these verbal missiles
From ‘slingshots’ cause strife, discord, discontent even apathy
In all manner of forms and so nationhood and integration atrophy.
Funny enough this happens from a seemingly divided
Front “truth” is there’s a common denominator, self-preservation and that’s farsighted.*
Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 3:22 AM UTC
And when I'm hurlin words and throwing blows
Thumping drumbeats against my chest
I long to fall in your arms like a frightened child
And let you rock me to rest
Inside outside upside down
Confusion coiled around me tight
This crawling terror got me paralyzed
I'm defenseless in this fight
All the frenemies and the wannabes
Levelin those guns at my head
Spillin gasoline on a grass fire
Ain't no life with the walking dead
Then through all the noise inside my head
Your whispered wisdom rings out to me
Send that white flag up and surrender
Cuz I have come to set you free
TL Boehm
03/17/13
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 3:52 PM UTC
Another day in the blue
With people who are
Frenemies with the sun as
Hot as a burbinig stove plate
And the day as normal as the safari
Peope lack the energy to
Get thier inquiries so they send me as if i was a deciple a student and they are teachers
But i was raised learning
To do something positive that will in lighten me and never be a sevent to a human they think this is a new day but to me its another day
Another day in the light side
Trying to inhance my tomorrow
Its too blury waiting for the deleting of this day to happen while sitting on a stool and following the shade
Another day
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 12:06 PM UTC
Another day in the blue
With people who are
Frenemies with the sun as
Hot as a burbinig stove plate
And the day as normal as the safari
Peope lack the energy to
Get thier inquiries so they send me as if i was a deciple a student and they are teachers
But i was raised learning
To do something positive that will in lighten me and never be a sevent to a human they think this is a new day but to me its another day
Another day in the light side
Trying to inhance my tomorrow
Its too blury waiting for the deleting of this day to happen while sitting on a stool and following the shade
Another day
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC
Have you forgotten who you are?
Has the world changed your mind set?
Do you doubt who your father is?
Aren’t you a daughter to a king?
Why won’t you believe you’re beautiful?
You put filters on your photos
But now you have filters on your heart
So no one could see how you feel
You smile a perfect smile
But you know you are breaking apart
Your perfect life
Demands constant upgrades
Demands perfect emotions
You cut off real friends
Replace them with people
You gossip about
But its ok society demands and approves
You’re so used to filtered life
That you’ve forgotten how to live
Your emotions are filtered
That you don’t remember
How it is to feel
You are so focused
To please others
That you have forgotten
You are a kings daughter
You have abandoned your throne
To please peasants
You have forgotten your origin
But is it worth it?
You only live once
So why live a filtered life
You miss your throne
But to you picking up your crown
Means losing frenemies
To you sitting on your throne
Means feeling and living
And some how that’s a bad thing
Because society won’t approve
Dear Queen
Society is a hungry bottomless pit
It will never be satisfied
It will never approve
All it does is take
**** you dry till you’re empty
As a Queen you have so much to offer
But you can’t offer much
While you care what society thinks
You must sit on your throne
And show the Society what YOU think
Because that’s who you are
A Queen who knows her worth
POETRY BY JOYCE TSHIBASU
JOJO.POETRY
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 10:52 PM UTC