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Elizabeth Zenk Sep 2018
The boiling, bubbling, fizzling rage
That has learned to hold me tight
My face tingles with ignominy.
I’m embarrassed
Embarrassed I’m still attached to you.
From person to person you can’t look away.
Your eyes wander astray.
And as I catch you forgetting,
my hands begin to shake.  
If you missed me you wouldn’t forget,
those words I said to you.  
I’d know because of the way the grass blows in howling horror.
Yearning for you,
Yearning for you to love me.
But you can’t teach a rabbit to be loyal, that is just what you are.
From girl to girl,
shifting personalities.
Becoming what they want the most,
but little do you know.
Little do you know.
All I want from you
is the love you had for me
"He's gone.
You need to get over him, dear.
I know."
I mumble to myself
Egaeus Thompson Feb 2013
The landlord rented his space.

The landlord became suspicious.

He received complaints from other tenants,
Within a couple of weeks about loud music
And laughter coming from her room.
Banned from having friends in their home,
People would arrive in a van nightly during the summer.
The details of which emerged in the trial of insurance businessman,
Who was accused of helping her,
Without their knowledge.

She accused the abuse after a plea.
His mercy,
Her punishment.
‘The past is still very much a reality’ she whimpered.

Forced to watch for five months,
The wolf spoke as she faced the hearing
Without a translator.
They are forbidden to speak.


For her first 23 years, she was tortured.


Anti-social behaviour is having more than two people in his head,
Playing music so loud,
That it can be heard,
Outside of him.

The only person to feel the same resigned.
The landlord asked the hound to verify the affair.
He handed two leather-bound volumes containing a map of the marks.
It was on that day,
The landlord took the decision to leave seriously.
Once known,
He made the claim and gave no hint as to the tenant’s identity.

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wes parham Aug 2017
Loyal hearts are a paradox,
These strong and frail commodities,
They're not concerned with etiquette,
Or confused by love's vast oddities,
They're strongest not for how they love,
Not weak for vision that they might lack,
They're strongest once they've been abandoned,
Love one who will not
Love them back...
Sometimes, I leave comments on someone's poetry in verse, reflecting what I got out of the piece.  This was one of those from a recent read on HP, reflecting some of my own feelings at the same time about trust, loyalty, and what happens when love (or even  friendship) is abandoned.
you break my conscience
so i don't have to do it

but i'm done, okay?

i'm tired of your flippant
smile
that drains the life
in my fragmented eyes

cause she's more better
than me? seriously?

i don't think so

wake up, you little
piece of low-life
liar



Melody
4/8/19
I italicized and bolded words for for the first time. These features are pretty neat.
Alaynah Sep 2018
Him
His eyes are my escape route
They take me anywhere I wanna go
Which always leads right next to him

When he looks at me
I feel my soul become furious
Somebody has me bothered

I crave the scent of his cologne
When the smell of it on my sweatshirt
F A D E S away

The limited-time only reminder
that at one point
He was on top of me
And in that moment
I was all that mattered
to him

The anxiety that lurks through my body
Everytime I think of him
The feeling in my body
Everytime my brain remembers
a happy moment
With him
Or sincere moments
we shared

Two broken people
80/20
I broke my own heart
To give him pieces to fix his
20/80

My mind and what’s left of
my heart are at war
Because of him

Because of him, his smile
And his quirky laugh
that quench the desire
Of the simplicity of his existence;

My heart won’t let me be at peace
My mind tells me to let go

Reflecting on post trauma
Nothing is better than feeling
Wanted but safe
By the person you want the most

But nothing is worse than feeling
You’re not good enough for the person
You want most

Looking into his eyes again
Constantly searching for reassurance

And then suddenly
the source of happiness vanishes

you were only a distraction
While what was really wanted
Wasn’t accessible

allowing attachment
is unbelievably dangerous
But learning to let go
is worse
My tongue
Does not
Spit out
Poison,
Nor sugar.

To give you
Justice when
There is no
Loyalty to
Be earned.

While my blood
Drips down
And doesn't
Spills out
Lies.

It only tells
Painful truths
To the ones
That cast their
Own deceit.
Why would I help you
If only you just
Want me to become
Your puppet?
unloved Dec 2018
shes that flower in your garden
you dont have to pour
because she will never get dry.
she doesnt need water she needs you
Umi Mar 2018
To its mistresses wish, the blade dances through till she has been pleased, leaving a mess by engraving the scars of death as a mark, Alike a shadow she does not crack, cavorting a masacre of cruelty,
Berserking she follows the orders, shedding blood in fountains of death and misery without chance for this rage to stop without order,
Emotionless, cold, time is for her to stop moving when her ****** devotion consumes her entirely, swaying in the dark, destroying,
Tortured with true or false everyone disappears, time flows again,
A phantom glides over the sea of blood, in a mist, scarlet red,
Observing this would cause a riot of emotions to rage in pure fury,
Her name already burnt away, as a new one was given to her after this rumpus had found its peak, leaving the mistress in bliss, joy,
Watching their attemps to flee as they reach their dying moments,
Until those who get to close have perished, nobody and nothing left,
Cricling karma surely will catch them, after this sacrifice is done,
Warm blood melts the left over snow, laughter echos and reverbrates through the unending seeming night, bells ring, it is only midnight.
In the end her loyalty and efforts, her energy and love for her mistress
Are but a ****** devotion

~ Umi
Sam Jul 2018
Distance is a fragile measurement of loyalty and disloyalty is interestingly enough to prove we made the wrong measure.



Noises in Mind, Copyright © 2014
Sam N. de la Rosa
All rights reserved.
You said “ I would follow you to hell”

What you didn’t know was that I was already there.
[What do you want to be?]

I want to be SOMEONE

That someone
You can call anytime
That someone
You find comfort to text
That someone
You share your dreams
That someone
You save the time
That someone
You believe in love
That someone
You never give up
That someone
Whom you call a home

For you
I want to be SOMEONE
The one who holds
These all

For others
Being SOMEONE
I want to be an EXAMPLE
Genre: Romantic
Theme: Soul speaks, Heart listens
RBWhite Jul 2018
A woman of truth and commitment,
She would never trust a demon,
Usually she sleeps with company,
But Hell itself drags her right down her mind,
So deep that she can't feel anything,
Soon she's bare,
And a demon,Oh she desires,
The heat runs through her lungs,
Sunshine breaks above her head,
And angels sing of love and truth,
Wouldn't it be good,
If she was God's woman still,
In love with Trust,
Eternal to Loyalty,
When children sleep,
And company is alone,
She clings to the memories of the Demon,
Crying from hunger,
No longer satified with pain,
Sleep becames a forgotten promise,
And then she falls again,
What she sees explodes in her life,
A cosmic lover made of sun's flesh,
A dark child with the same hunger as hers,
She becomes The Empress of Doom,
Proudly resting in the Demon's Lair.
Cassie May 16
People say they are going to be loyal,
But do they know what it means?

Why do people make promises,
When they are going to break it any way?
both in love.

forever, no regrets.

like evergreens,
we fuse branches
of honesty,
selflessness and
trust.

we overcome leaves
of life's trials that fall
and grow again and
again.

we don't age.

physically? yes. but
romantically? no.

of all of the people in
existence, you uplift
me. you pave the way
to brighter skies.

like evergreens,
we rise above the
ground.

your loyalty.
my trust.



Melody
8/7/19
The Tinkerer May 30
Silence
For with you, not much more I need.

Silence
For me, you seamlessly read.

No *******. No beating about the bush.
No stories, your sixth sense tends to always know the truth.

A quiet love, a mutual respect.

Through Silence.*

I forever owe you a debt.
Even though, whenever we encounter each other there is an abundance of silence, I take it as a sign of immense comfort. A comfort I don't seem to find in nearly anyone else I have ever known.
I would like to believe that we were fated to be friends, and to you, I will always be fiercely loyal.
Thank you for showing me a quiet love. One I don't quite yet understand, but I appreciate nonetheless.

- O
Mystic Ink Plus Nov 2018
Humans don’t inherit
Loyalty
Dogs do

Expect loyalty
From sane Dogs

That clear
Genre: Observational
Theme: In memory of beloved Dog
Note: On this day, all hindus celebrate Dog's day
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