"frienemy" poems - Hello Poetry

Like a drug taken for a quarter century, this writing doesn't help like it use to... See, I'm starting to feel like it's working against me Holding me here in pain and misery Cleverly disguised as creativity I use to lie and say it was a way to get rid of all this negativity But I've spilled so much blood and tears onto stationary ...and not even purely metaphorically... I should be completely empty Hell, I think I might be I think it's moved onto draining my energy Can I still call this writing therapy? Is it healthy or does it keep me from a new me? Holding tightly but in spite of me Hiding a different side of a complex personality A new level of maturity Is it actually helping any? Today it's hard to say, but maybe Unfortunately, it's something I'm good at, a skill I enjoy and I don't have many So I've begun to notice I look at it differently It was suppose to help me let go of the painful unpleasantry held in many a memory But it woke a part of my ego that I didn't know would grip so tightly It might have been a mistake to rely on it so heavily It's no longer moving along the story No cautionary tales to learn from because they never become history It becomes a bookmark that I don't use properly I never move it to the page I left off on and now, I must admit openly, I'm doing it purposely I keep the worst of me right next to me, close as a frienemy All because I notice I DON'T write when I'm happy And I like to write so I dance around emotions strategically I don't know if it's anything worth saying but writing is calling and drawing me in closely A ghostly presence that when I look closely I see my identity It hasn't always been but is now a big part of me But does it want all of me? Can't say either way with any certainty No AH-HA moment, no clarity, only a death grip on disparity So I recklessly walk the line of happy and tragedy Like a DUI test on the side of the freeway, drunken pageantry Eyes closed usually No thought of mine or anyone else's safety Dangerously close to calamity And I just worry ©2024

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Jan 3, 2024

Jan 3, 2024 at 6:32 PM UTC

bettsjc187

~•§•~ I Just Worry ~•§•~

Like a drug taken for a quarter century, this writing doesn't help like it use to... See, I'm starting to feel like it's working against me Holding me here in pain and misery Cleverly disguised as creativity I use to lie and say it was a way to get rid of all this negativity But I've spilled so much blood and tears onto stationary ...and not even purely metaphorically... I should be completely empty Hell, I think I might be I think it's moved onto draining my energy Can I still call this writing therapy? Is it healthy or does it keep me from a new me? Holding tightly but in spite of me Hiding a different side of a complex personality A new level of maturity Is it actually helping any? Today it's hard to say, but maybe Unfortunately, it's something I'm good at, a skill I enjoy and I don't have many So I've begun to notice I look at it differently It was suppose to help me let go of the painful unpleasantry held in many a memory But it woke a part of my ego that I didn't know would grip so tightly It might have been a mistake to rely on it so heavily It's no longer moving along the story No cautionary tales to learn from because they never become history It becomes a bookmark that I don't use properly I never move it to the page I left off on and now, I must admit openly, I'm doing it purposely I keep the worst of me right next to me, close as a frienemy All because I notice I DON'T write when I'm happy And I like to write so I dance around emotions strategically I don't know if it's anything worth saying but writing is calling and drawing me in closely A ghostly presence that when I look closely I see my identity It hasn't always been but is now a big part of me But does it want all of me? Can't say either way with any certainty No AH-HA moment, no clarity, only a death grip on disparity So I recklessly walk the line of happy and tragedy Like a DUI test on the side of the freeway, drunken pageantry Eyes closed usually No thought of mine or anyone else's safety Dangerously close to calamity And I just worry ©2024

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Tear stained face Blood shot eyes Blood stained arms and legs Destroying yourself is so easy it hurts Hands are too slippery for the razor you try to hold Blood turns brown as it dries Trying to clean up the bathroom floor and sink so it's not so obvious Nothing works The razor can only make it better as it eats into your skin *My legs are dangling off the edge, stomach full of pills that didn't work again. Gone too far, yeah I'm gone again. It's gone on too long, I'll tell you how it ends. I'm sitting on the edge with my two best friends. One's a bottle of pills and one's a bottle of gin. My frienemy's behind me, and his name is sin.*

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Apr 28, 2014

Apr 28, 2014 at 10:59 AM UTC

Chalsey

Destroying yourself is easy

Tear stained face Blood shot eyes Blood stained arms and legs Destroying yourself is so easy it hurts Hands are too slippery for the razor you try to hold Blood turns brown as it dries Trying to clean up the bathroom floor and sink so it's not so obvious Nothing works The razor can only make it better as it eats into your skin *My legs are dangling off the edge, stomach full of pills that didn't work again. Gone too far, yeah I'm gone again. It's gone on too long, I'll tell you how it ends. I'm sitting on the edge with my two best friends. One's a bottle of pills and one's a bottle of gin. My frienemy's behind me, and his name is sin.*

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There's all this talk around me about some profound we that's never found me They talking a collective we? One agreed on collectively but conveniently and continuously minus me Is it the me, myself and I type we? Cause defining a trinity might not unveil anything holy Or could they be referring to the we that turns to just me when things get a little bit heavy? That kind of we? Maybe they mean the we I'm supposed to automatically call family Even though history will show them as a two faced enemy Both ones I've picked or have befriended me, eventually it's contempathy from a frienemy An uninterested we that hardly reciprocates the love that's expected to freely flow from me blindly What baffles me still is this bloodline we that aren't even aware of me Or they are aware just unwilling to add me to their we Coldly my psyche reminds me, "you're nobody's somebody buddy, sorry." Personally, I say let 'em swing from their positions above and beside me on the family tree Unfortunately they will always be a part of the conversation when discussing this we The good, the bad and the ugly represented by said we but projected on me Now listen closely, I claim to have came to this conclusion organically There is no we, only me Nonsense spewed when angry but the me I try to hide visually, the one projecting he doesn't need a we Cries out for somebody when times get lonely, lies and said I'm my only company Cause I can not see the we that is meant to be, the we I thought was only a dream of a faded childhood memory It's not only right in front of me but all around me and already a part of me I had no idea this door even had a handle for entry with a keyhole much less a key Apparently it was the skeleton type and had to be pulled out of me Reality blends with fantasy in the best way, what else is there to say? I've found my we and another reason to be happy ©2023

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Jun 22, 2023

Jun 22, 2023 at 2:36 PM UTC

bettsjc187

~•§•~ We Who? ~•§•~

There's all this talk around me about some profound we that's never found me They talking a collective we? One agreed on collectively but conveniently and continuously minus me Is it the me, myself and I type we? Cause defining a trinity might not unveil anything holy Or could they be referring to the we that turns to just me when things get a little bit heavy? That kind of we? Maybe they mean the we I'm supposed to automatically call family Even though history will show them as a two faced enemy Both ones I've picked or have befriended me, eventually it's contempathy from a frienemy An uninterested we that hardly reciprocates the love that's expected to freely flow from me blindly What baffles me still is this bloodline we that aren't even aware of me Or they are aware just unwilling to add me to their we Coldly my psyche reminds me, "you're nobody's somebody buddy, sorry." Personally, I say let 'em swing from their positions above and beside me on the family tree Unfortunately they will always be a part of the conversation when discussing this we The good, the bad and the ugly represented by said we but projected on me Now listen closely, I claim to have came to this conclusion organically There is no we, only me Nonsense spewed when angry but the me I try to hide visually, the one projecting he doesn't need a we Cries out for somebody when times get lonely, lies and said I'm my only company Cause I can not see the we that is meant to be, the we I thought was only a dream of a faded childhood memory It's not only right in front of me but all around me and already a part of me I had no idea this door even had a handle for entry with a keyhole much less a key Apparently it was the skeleton type and had to be pulled out of me Reality blends with fantasy in the best way, what else is there to say? I've found my we and another reason to be happy ©2023

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Friends can turn faster than the tables, Re-creating the truth, giving birth to fables. Irresponsibly blaming others for their evil deeds, Easily bought by the lure of greed. Nursing the wounds of those they've betrayed, Eliminating courage from the hearts of those afraid. Mounting lies on half truths to find alibis, Yearning for a 'friend' to hear their cries.

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Nov 2, 2011

Nov 2, 2011 at 10:56 PM UTC

johann-mitterhauser

Frienemy

Friends can turn faster than the tables, Re-creating the truth, giving birth to fables. Irresponsibly blaming others for their evil deeds, Easily bought by the lure of greed. Nursing the wounds of those they've betrayed, Eliminating courage from the hearts of those afraid. Mounting lies on half truths to find alibis, Yearning for a 'friend' to hear their cries.

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You're my frienemy, Not an enemy, Nor a friend. There for me when I need you, Glaring and competing when I don't. Kicking each other sometimes, and laughing along with me all the other times. Pushing and shoving, smiling and loving. You're doing all this because... You're my frienemy, Not an enemy, Nor a friend.

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May 25, 2013

May 25, 2013 at 4:45 PM UTC

nomdeplume

You're My Frienemy

You're my frienemy, Not an enemy, Nor a friend. There for me when I need you, Glaring and competing when I don't. Kicking each other sometimes, and laughing along with me all the other times. Pushing and shoving, smiling and loving. You're doing all this because... You're my frienemy, Not an enemy, Nor a friend.

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By Arcassin Burnham Soul Demented , loyal replenish, In a sea of sharks, Dogs and cats and bats will get in the way of my heart, And that is to see all that has been made crash and burn, I am destined for this purpose, calling to my worth, Do you wanna see the world burn like I do? Make families perish into ash like I do? Put smiles on everyone's face like I do? Or get revenge on the man who abandons you, Smiles , smiles , smiles makes the planet die off. Smiles , smiles , smiles makes the planet die off. Jason , Jason , don't you think the old man would have noticed that his second bird is about to his get his wings cut off? Jason , Jason , your mom went to great lengths just to get you to me , just let the trust thing rub off, Like the bones off your flesh when I wail on you with this crowbar making a ****** mess on the floor, the one that I just mopped, He'll never find his bird locked in cage , my old distant frienemy, I wish I could do this to all my enemies.

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Oct 24, 2018

Oct 24, 2018 at 12:25 AM UTC

arcassin-burnham

Jason

By Arcassin Burnham Soul Demented , loyal replenish, In a sea of sharks, Dogs and cats and bats will get in the way of my heart, And that is to see all that has been made crash and burn, I am destined for this purpose, calling to my worth, Do you wanna see the world burn like I do? Make families perish into ash like I do? Put smiles on everyone's face like I do? Or get revenge on the man who abandons you, Smiles , smiles , smiles makes the planet die off. Smiles , smiles , smiles makes the planet die off. Jason , Jason , don't you think the old man would have noticed that his second bird is about to his get his wings cut off? Jason , Jason , your mom went to great lengths just to get you to me , just let the trust thing rub off, Like the bones off your flesh when I wail on you with this crowbar making a ****** mess on the floor, the one that I just mopped, He'll never find his bird locked in cage , my old distant frienemy, I wish I could do this to all my enemies.

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Current as of late Eulogized confederacy Expunge and exude, you're halfway there. The halfway dream, the imagination stampede. Chamomile stasis, dot the I's Date the wine bottles Fir Green: come like you are now. Get in bed with the frienemy The curtain show invokes hubris Endothermic and cunning.

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Nov 20, 2016

Nov 20, 2016 at 2:00 AM UTC

ce-green

Odds are

Current as of late Eulogized confederacy Expunge and exude, you're halfway there. The halfway dream, the imagination stampede. Chamomile stasis, dot the I's Date the wine bottles Fir Green: come like you are now. Get in bed with the frienemy The curtain show invokes hubris Endothermic and cunning.

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Here I am again on this path Rejected by me and others journey through this sweet agony road Through the thorn and pain Some crowned it with ring Sentence to life imprisonment where individualism is eliminated I pray for such ending Previous knowledge evidently denied penultimate line All I ever need is desired by others Cherish and adore by them I called them frienemy not rival That’s what makes her precious To win her previous knowledge must be eliminated My home is my enemy as I kiss her door frequently My phone is my best friend when we are part I empty my pocket to fill her heart BBM, 2go, facebook, SMS are my mediator Expression of feeling through words is my talent The perfection of every relationship is uneconomical to truthful and fervent communication I effectively utilized my talent Victory at last Alter is calling at the penultimate month Divinely approved Journey were made to her root Finally she is mine Cherishing my golden ring She is my Golden Precious Home at last

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Apr 30, 2018

Apr 30, 2018 at 10:02 AM UTC

obiaje-peter-edigah

MY GOLDEN PRECIOUS

Here I am again on this path Rejected by me and others journey through this sweet agony road Through the thorn and pain Some crowned it with ring Sentence to life imprisonment where individualism is eliminated I pray for such ending Previous knowledge evidently denied penultimate line All I ever need is desired by others Cherish and adore by them I called them frienemy not rival That’s what makes her precious To win her previous knowledge must be eliminated My home is my enemy as I kiss her door frequently My phone is my best friend when we are part I empty my pocket to fill her heart BBM, 2go, facebook, SMS are my mediator Expression of feeling through words is my talent The perfection of every relationship is uneconomical to truthful and fervent communication I effectively utilized my talent Victory at last Alter is calling at the penultimate month Divinely approved Journey were made to her root Finally she is mine Cherishing my golden ring She is my Golden Precious Home at last

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