Frienemy poems on Hello Poetry

Nom De Plume May 2013

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.

Johann Mitterhauser Nov 2011

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,
Y**earning for a 'friend' to hear their cries.

Jeremy Betts Jan 3

~•§•~ 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

#drug #help #pain #misery #clever #creativity #drained #empty #helpful #worry

Chalsey Wilder Apr 2014

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.

#self #destroy #destroying

Jeremy Betts Jun 2023

~•§•~ 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

#poetry #spoken #word #life #questions #happy #journey #good #bad #ugly

Arcassin B Oct 2018

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.

©abpoetry2018

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/10/jason-joker-ep-coming-halloween.html

#words #jason #joker #origins #batman #october #halloween #death #speak #evil

CE Green Nov 2016

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.

OBIAJE Peter Edigah Apr 2018

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

Jermain Jones Dec 2018

Drug Abuse

My first time with you had me petrified.
Long deep pulls of the best of the best grade.
Floating through the clouds on cloud 9.
Wasn’t as cool as it may seem.
I was fried.
Paranoid and scared promising to never do it again.
But I lied.
Took me three or so more songs dancing with you to catch your rhythm.
Before long I was in step, step by step with your isms.
Back then it was cigars smoking with you.
Spiffily splitting the spliffs and rolling up on you.
In first hour room spinning like a helicopter.
Then me throwing up from you.
But I still ran back and each time to your ways I got wiser.
Up until that time when me and my frienemy were no longer cooler.
Cutthroat, turned you against me.
Poisoned you with manure.
With the intentions of me consuming you and wasting me like trash in the sewer.
Damaged caught off balance the toxins my system couldn’t manage.
With the grace of GOD I slowly bounced back from a disasterous experience with a different side of you.
Several months l stayed on hiatus but eventually began to moonlight with you.
Same feel same touch same auroma as before..
But not quite the same as the Mary Jane I’d known before.

Try Sep 2020

Tears of a slave

It's raining daily there's no hope
Was born to fade, to die, was never told
No gain more pain, I'm cold
Scars on my knees, I pray to die, I'm old
Death my frienemy, you got me sold
It's dawn I'm a pawn, where's God
On and on I weep, I sob poor widow
My heart sank, ohh heavy load
Postponed but will come, free me from my thoughts
Pay me with torture, put my life on pause
Out loud I cry, I lied, help me overdose
Drowning but dry I'm a dead rose
Hold on my soul, it's time to go.

Mario Shamir Lebeau Feb 2022

The borderline

Thin or thick,
This limit is invisible. A line that separates the human kind. Some are salves, some are followers, some are achievers and there are the so called losers. As you can tell, it is very tricky to know whether a person is...
a Slave Achieving its best
or a Follower Pursuing a quest.

Why do society bestow pain upon us
why do labels makes us feel good at time
Co-founder and CEO of a business that's mine!
but It is all empty inside and dangerous

To the 7yo me I'd address this letter
Stop pleasing everyone especially the elders
because pain comes from inaction
self-auditing the philosophy of not being in motion
when you're thoughts are your enemy
loopholes becomes frienemy
but there are no elevator in life
avoided things always strike back and cut like a knife
the more you escape the tougher it gets
and the clearer it becomes that darkness is set
being too deep with no rest like an endless session
is pretty bearable when have good reasons.
but when awareness strikes in its distorded fashion
Your smartness might grab that knife or poison

over-hyped people barely commit suicide
They might attempt once or twice
but the intelligent darksoul that's

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