"stabber" poems
Build me a slow boat to Timbuktu via China
Heave down a fleecy cloud and let me float to Nirvana
Hunt me a unicorn and let me ride to the Enchanted Forest
Find me a giant eagle and let it lift me to Outer Mongolia East
'please don't leave me here amongst demons with human faces'
Show me a Church and I'll show you a hall full of Sinners
Point out a wife and I'll reveal a liar and a fake and none dimer
Call a Doctor and its a Monster who betrayed the Hippocratics
That Government Boss is a cruel heinous snake without ethics
'please don't leave me here amongst demons with human faces'
See that Preacher and see a spineless hypocrite back-stabber
That lover was nothing but a sick deranged false **** twister
My dear acquaintance a heartless corrupted shyster unhinged
A Newsagent full of pitiless, gloomy, vile, psychotic joy-suckers
'please don't leave me here amongst demons with human faces'
That friend of years a bloodsucking Judas who betrayed and stole
Uncles who rained terror with sadistic pleasures in parts unwhole
Show me nieces and find two-faced ******* with poisons in veins
Neighborhoods full of silent killers and Rapists of truthful genes
'please don't me leave here amongst demons with human faces'
A vicars' daughter wielding angst axes better than a viking
The pathetic Moors zombies tearing flesh on masters beholding
The dead-eyed Arabs salivating madly or at daggers drawn
Contemptible Men-kids with pin ****** used as King's pawns
'please don't leave me here amongst demons with human faces'
Build me a cottage in rolling green fields with blue skies
Find me a fair maiden with a true heart and warming smiles
Show me a place that holds fairness and justice real and dear
A world with humanity we're all sisters and brothers for care
'please don't leave me here amongst demons with human faces'
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Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 11:44 PM UTC
1. De-Colonize This Space
Drum circle protests genderplop demands
Indigenous discount store camouflage
We demand persistent stereotypes
Solidarity initiative project
Take back the people’s cultural statues
Ethnographic curatorial practices
Red spray paint fire imperialism
Repatriate the Iphone Starbuck’s cups
And don’t forget the “Hey! Hey! ** **
Because we’re, like, artists and stuff, you know?
2. De-Colonize This Space Too
Guns and cholesterol made America great
Fat white boys in discount store camouflage
Duct-tape the Bible and the border wall
We won our freedom with our Kalashnikovs
Fake news back-stabber not a war hero
SecondAmendmentSecondAmendment
Lock her up get ‘em outta here yuge deal
You RINO losers can grab my MAGA
You snowflakes are sissies, you millennials too
But ouch! my heel spurs hurt, oh boo-hoo-hoo!
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 3:02 PM UTC
As the song says you are unforgettable
In every way.
Your perfume, your smile,
Your pickle stabber.
Your only tooth
Unforgettable.
I'd run a mile
To tell the truth
Regrettable.
But there you are.
Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 8:46 AM UTC
We've climbed this mountain
A mountain of homework and back stabber
We may not have climbed together for all of it
But we climbed together side by side now
All the people trying to tear us down or drag us off
But we won't let the other fall we keep each other on the path
We've climbed this mountain
We can see the end
But our enemies can see us
So near the top we threaten them
They take aim attempting to knock us off
Insults and snide remarks fly at us like bullets
Violence always creeping towards us a dog of war
We have been civil far to long to these brutes of failure
We strike back now
The harder they hit us the harder we hit back
The mountain of high school is almost over we're not falling now
Take aim my brother with your ****** rifle aimed at their deepest weakness
Locked and loaded to tear them apart in front of everyone
To rip their heart out for all to see
Don't worry I've got your back
My machine gun of cynical secrets gleaming for support.
They won't drag us down
They can't pull us back down
We're at the top and moving on from this high school warfare
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 4:12 PM UTC
To be compared to a godess, a golden creature in a shining bodice.
(Is this what girls want?)
to be as fair as aphrodite, grace and beauty and lovers mighty.
(and to be an adulterous back stabber!)
to have athena's dilligence wisdom and intelligence.
(and to be a moody cow who cow who cant take critiscm)
or put hestia to shame, purity kindness a maiden without blame
(a symbol of female submission)
then may your wish come true and have all the blessings of a godess
(most of you already have there curses)
Mar 11, 2011
Mar 11, 2011 at 8:14 AM UTC
i never thought remembering
would burn this much, nor that it would consume my sleep at night.
I remember how happy and sentimental
cute clingy songs made me feel, because my pathetic heart felt every lyric.
I now find myself skipping those songs because they remind me the pain of you. That last taste of your lips that used to give me comfort, but none of it was real. How could you sit there, look me in my teared up eyes and lie to my face? I wonder how many times you touched me, kissed me knowing **** well you did not love me anymore, these questions torment me on my daily basis. Therefore I keep myself busy to distract my thoughts from you,
I can heal all i want, but how do i get this feeling of betrayal off my skin? I find it very ironic how you used to blame me for the sins you were comitting. Broken promises and blood spilling, but you're perfectly fine.
That's such a ********
These memories became a wound on my soul and you my stabber but i gave you the dagger, i regret you all the time. We became a tainted memory id like to fully erase from my being.
Mar 9, 2023
Mar 9, 2023 at 5:58 PM UTC
Backstabbers and the moon
are basically the same
they're pretty from the outside
but have flaws from within
You look from far away
so you don't know the truth
They lie and then walk right past you
without another look
What pleasure does it give you
To torture me like this
You play with my heart as if
it gives you eternal bliss
I thought you were my friend
You'd stick with me to the end
But you back stabbed me and ran away
You come in my life like an
angel of the lord
And you left me stabbed
and impaled by a sword
you lie right through
your teeth
I was too late
to see the monster beneath
But now it's all revealed
Never gonna trust
a soul again
All because I made
an enemy my friend
Never gonna trust again
what pleasure does it give you
to see me broken down
My heart shattered in countless pieces
now all over the ground
All that you can do is pretend
Never gonna trust again....
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 10:44 AM UTC
Dance barefoot to the lowly beach
below a chorus of cars
singing sweetly as the set sun drifts
below, in purple, rolling the world to
a swirl of stars
Under it I hold truth in my arches
to find glass to bleed color into gray,
into black, just as in my hands I hold you
It's as if severance finds me over again
where I curl on the boulder I last saw your face
In bare footsteps I seep into ether the memories
of a bitterness, of a love that left,
in hopes that I wake up
here again, living with the comforting notion
that the endless sea and sands, surrounding this
beach will bring me back to the surface
as I suffocate.
I suffocate.
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 6:35 AM UTC
Back-stabber count your silver coins,
all thirty pieces do enjoy.
For thou have torn it from the ****
of he whom thou deem to destroy.
Conveyed before said holy male
who fears to take decision home.
Responsibility he doth bale,
forth-giving this to man of Rome.
Upon to Pilate do I see.
Should I relinquish my belief?
Will mine own peoples see me free
instead of murderer or thief?
In my defence nought do I speak
to only God do I ask praise.
Forgive me not for thou art week
and power to thee is but a phase.
Upon mine head a crown of thorns
secured firmly into place
as harassed by unfriendly scorn.
Holy blood, bathes holy face.
Barbs of metal scourge my all,
unlawful hurt do I withstand.
Burdened with weight I make a fall.
Samaritan doth lend a hand.
Rods of steel fix flesh and bone
to that of mans' wooden *****
In painful agony, though not alone,
with Holy Father I connect.
Hoisted aloft on knoll of high.
Visible means to fear their weight.
Drawn upright, that I may die.
Design to clear of human slate.
Soon this pain will free of me.
My passing so that they may live.
Exalted father thou can see
this son gives all a son can give.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 6:48 PM UTC
I stand here 23 chromosomes of a woman because my father isn't man enough to stay by the egg.
I’m built of 205 bones all covered in sorrow because to me I wasn’t good enough for you,
but my mother says it takes a real man to be a father and you,
you’re not a man.
You’re a coward that I have accepted into my life too many times that now you’re nothing but a sperm donor.
I was your baby girl your flesh and blood till you threw that away for some stupid ***
I rock your absence from the day you said I wasn’t yours .
Now I see you more like a back stabber.
You said you loved me,
but why would you put your hands on someone you said you loved.
I’m scared with the cuts you put on me and memories that I have nightmares from. You were supposed to be my hero,
my only man in my life,
my first true love,
but instead you’re nothing to me,
I hate you,
I hate your name
I hate that I’m related to you.
You’re an embarrassment, a disgrace! You can never get me back to being your baby girl
I hate you
I hope you rot in jail
and thanks to your stupid selfish ways I have a new man in my life.
He loves me unconditionally. He’s the man you couldn’t be.
He’s the one that held my hand through anything
and helped me ride my first bike without the training wheels.
All the precious moments and memories that you missed, he made up for.
For that I call him dad.
He’s more a man than you could ever be.
I thank you for not being in my life, Dad.
You have me a chance to know what having a real man and dad feels like.
He replaced you faster than you could say
I’m sorry.
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 4:08 PM UTC
So here we are
I never thought you would stab me in the back
But hey
What are friends for
You always were one crazy sucker
I remember the time
You made me promise to love you forever
We sliced open our veins
And shared our blood
You said
I was your blood brother
Friend
You are no brother of mine
Back stabber
No I'm not your friend
I am nothing to you now
but a memory
One that will defianately
Not keep you warm
Within the womb of your old age
Not now
Because sweet friend
The last time you said cut me here and share
I forgot to sew you up again
I forgot to undo
The thing that we had created
I was fed up
Bored to death
Death
Has such a nice ring to it
I wont cut myself anymore
Not now your gone
Don't forgive me
Please I never want
Even that from you
I hope your bleeding brings you
All the desires and twisted peace
That you deserve
Mar 13, 2011
Mar 13, 2011 at 6:36 AM UTC
Two faced.
Smile at me, act like everything is fine.
Turn around and tell them how much you hate me when i'm not there.
nice.
back stabber.
I'm sorry I was never enough for you.
I'm sorry i'm cold.
but you doing this to me has only made everything worse.
When you begged me to stop cutting, I never imagined you'd be the reason that I would tear my skin to shreds.
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 6:11 PM UTC
Suffering sadness,
Trapped in your own dillusional sense of a fictional reality,
Created by a minipulative enabler,
Every bump,
Scratch,
Pain,
Hive,
Belly ache,
Sore throat,
Something more then what is.
False accusations turn into a desperate desire to develope a deeply fatal disease.
Harmful self punches and bites,
Create bruises on your body.
Lies.
Everyone a false ****** up mistake.
Not a **** up, but severely ****** up.
Dismissing the only one who saw through the ******** and still loved you.
The only one who helped you.
The only one who tried to make you see.
Not a friend.
But to you, just an immature drama queen.
Why fight for a back stabber?
A liar?
Someone who has never been there for me when I needed you most.
Inconsiderate.
The opposite of love is indifference,
To hate is to feel emotion.
No hatred.
Pity.
I pity you.
You will be forever alone.
No one will stand by you as I stood by you.
All will see through the ********
Once they see,
No one will stay.
You have no one.
I feel sorry for you.
Sorry.
Sorry.
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC
I gave my all to you
- Now, now, girl, that's no fault of anyone
had almost opened up
- Too little too late in this case
I was giving my energy to you
- Now, now I'll be sure to wave as I walk on by
and had almost opened up
Detached from a source of cord so miserable,
so maybe when I wake up I can roll right out of bed
believing in me, believing in the purpose in
my carriage, instead of putting you first and on the
pedestal which should have been reserved for better.
Better:
I said it.
I gave my all to you
- Now, now, girl, that's no fault of anyone
had almost opened up
- Too little too late in this case
I was giving my energy to you
- Now, now I'll be sure to wave as I walk on by
and had almost opened up
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 11:51 PM UTC
Why did you spend an eternity in the past when now moments spent are few
Why did you fill colors in my life just to now leave me all blue
Why did you make me so addicted to you that now I think of you in whatever I do
Why did you put me in this position where our love cannot come true
God help me forget this precious treasure
Oh how did I arrive to this torture
In this moment I can see clearly
I know you back-stabbed me, you are no longer my friend
You played with my sensitivity
And now you pretend that you never cared, this is the end
I will erase everything about you
Everything you touched and smelled
I am moving on to live without you
I know your love was all pretend
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 1:38 AM UTC
she is a devil within
she is one of hells gifts
to our mother earth
coz she has no worth
she is a devil...
she lied to me
broke a promise
she'll never be forgiven
she is a back stabber
she cant be trusted
if you look at her
youll see that she is a devil within
shes got black eyes
with black nails
she has no life
so she'll always fail
she's conceited
loves dark colours
I dont know why
she is family
coz she is a devil
a devil
a devil
within...
Aug 2, 2013
Aug 2, 2013 at 2:19 PM UTC
Wanna stab me?
stab me either on heart or brain....
I will prefer brain over heart...
Memory loss will help me to forget you
& Certainly my heart loss....
So
Stabber will be you
But
Winner will be ME.
But you prefer heart over brain...
Because when I will lose my heart
Definitely I will forget you....
You are the one
Who resides there....
Your existence will go with my heart....
So again
Stabber will be you
But
Winner will be ME.
Wanna stab me?
Don't stab anywhere else...
Because if you'll spare my heart & brain
I promise this agony & pain,
I will repay you with equal love &
With more gratitude.......
So again
Stabber will be you
But
Winner will be ME.
Wanna stab me?
Stab me in both brain & heart....
I promise I will return to meet my love
By being a Phantom.....
So again
Stabber will be you
But
Winner will be ME.
What to say dear? love always wins.....
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 1:39 PM UTC
I can't wait for Tuesday
but don't want it to come
the confrontation on that day
will find out who was wrong
I personally don't care
who was telling the truth
This very rare
An occasion that has something to prove
Which one is the back-stabber
I have no reason to worry
Which is the one holding the dagger
who made up this ******* story
I did
but I trusted you
with it
what did you do
To let it slip
you had a grip
You helped me through ****
then you left me with it
you betrayed me
what happened to we
it ended
and you're befriended
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 3:26 PM UTC
There are some days where knowing what I lack
Rekindles an anger I don't know how to lessen
As I try to reach the knife lodged in my back
The blade sunk deeper and deeper over time
As the stabber kept holding on
Holding me back as I tried to climb
There was no fixing it, no hope
All I could finally do was leave
Believing space and time could help me cope
But bad days still appear suddenly before my face
Where I'm reminded of what I try to ignore
That the role of a mother can't be replaced
It takes so much effort to fake it again and again
To tell myself I don't need a mom, I'm fine
But words can't always hold back the pain
Of the knife she left in my back
Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 2:21 PM UTC
You can't have two best friends.
You can't have two best friends.
I don't know how else to say it.
It's basic physics, the law of the land.
Einstein would agree.
You can't have two best friends.
Which means, I've been fired.
Demoted, fired, busted down, left for dead.
Remember when we use to play Left For Dead?
You better not ******* play it with him.
You better play a new game, you traitor.
Brutus, Judas, Benedict Arnold.
You pancake, flip flopping mother ******
You front and back stabber.
Do you tell everyone you met him on the first day of Kindergarten?
Bet he's the one you went to summer camp with.
Or jumped the fences at Blink 182 concerts.
You can't have two best friends.
Remember when you asked me to be the godfather?
Remember when you asked me to be the Best Man?
I do.
If our brotherhood wasn't dead already, it sure is now.
You Not-My-Brother-From-Another-Mother-Mother-Fucker.
You buried it, not me, but really I don't blame you.
God knows what a burden I've been, always was.
Be nice to have a best friend right now, more than ever.
Must be nice to have a best friend.
Mine went with the more expensive brand.
Do me the courtesy of admitting you got bought out.
At least then I'd forgive some of it.
Tell me he's a better friend, I won't believe it.
You. Can't. Have. Two. Best. Friends. *******
That shit's in the bible, remember?
When we were in Catholic school from Kindergarten to High School together?
I guess not.
Jesus would not be happy with you.
You can blame me all you want.
I know you do, because I know you better than your real brothers.
Don't believe it? Challenge me, I dare you.
And if I ever get married?
You'd still be my Best Man.
There's no one else. You're still my best friend.
Even if I don't want you to be.
Even if I'm not yours anymore.
Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 1:39 AM UTC
here sit i
a skalded-babe
at a prison-box of
metal and wood and plaster.
chained for the span
of the elf's glory passing,
i shuffle leaves of wood
from in to out.
i move the hamsterwheel forward inch by inch,
or i runabout in a
runic-neon-field,
with my cheesy,
tailess-rodent, biting
and chewing away,
for the need of budget burning yeilds.
if lucky some snail mail
may come to relieve
the electronic humdrum.
if not,... i suppose,
i can knock on the world wide, spiders-door, enter
the ether-frame...
and see the cat, playing
piano, badly in fortissimo.
or be a mouse-jockey
in the web-led rodeo
then when the elf's are done
home to hearth,
i will run,in the rover of the land.
to sit by whale road on
golden sand.
and go make fodder for
the artisan-sawdust-man and the child.
for us to eat with carrot-comb and steak-stabber
before sitting down
replete,
for a night in with the
zombie-creator.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 6:01 AM UTC
Stick in the mud bringing itself a drink
Through the rat fink back stabber reminder stinks
Upstairs there was a lady
I think all these drinks are gone
Yeah there was a lady upstairs
She said she knew the way
To make any man made
Wore ten gold earrings on every little finger
The sound they made when hitting each other
Was like an angel drifted through
A spraying sprinkling water sprinkler
Shell fish big eyed laid back young in her hair
She whispered nothing out loud
But every ****** man in the crowd
Leaned in as if they had heard
A smile creaked onto the cook's face
As the wood on the tables bent
From the mass amount of all that human stench
We are the masses of morons bleeding day in and day out
And yet we sit and writhe and wriggle
Refusing to leave and ignoring that we decide to stay
Replenishing our souls with the liquor bowl
We trudge through the muck unfilled and filled
Day through week through month through
Seconds of frying eggs, golden n ' laying themselves
Because around here there ain't no ****** ducks!
Sister muck, she lives upstairs
Leaves her trinkets in a jar for she is the one
That started and will end this hellicious bar
Packed up her stuff in a huff while her buff
Started the car to go quite far
To the moon in blankets cause' they just couldn't stand it
A fake for the feathers tarred and dressed in leather
A foreign affair apple pear was the color of that girl's hair
There were so many reasons to stay but I knew my way
Was not to rest easy
In that golden flecked white pitched tent
Golden and brown
A beautiful deadly bay
May 16, 2011
May 16, 2011 at 9:10 PM UTC
Sing to me a story of a thousand hungry knives, and a thousand innocent backs, and a thousand angry lies. Then sing me the destruction of a thousand mangy lives, the broken hearts that bled for nothing through a thousand crying eyes. The river of tears created was a thousand miles wide, and you could swim to your death in your vainest efforts never reaching the other side. There is no escape from what these knives do, no place to run and hide. So sing to the music you must face, or you will die without your pride. Because when the knives are ravenous they’ll have their taste, but it won't be from the front or the side.
Jun 19, 2012
Jun 19, 2012 at 9:58 AM UTC
it's easy to stab you in the back
when you turn around
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 3:46 PM UTC
i was five
she stood before me for the first time
looking down
like a great bird with ****
and a face that said
made to kiss
a mouth that said
warm lips
enter here
lick
pour your heart into me
and aquatic sharp eyes
pulled me into her soul
where i happily lost myself
i was smitten
rapturous in love
thrills
spilled through my small body
and ravaged me
cherry pepper hot
an electrical storm
of
thunder shock lust
and
quiet despair
lust for want
and despair for
what must be denied
i knew even then
i would never crawl, over, through, or into
Audrey
looking up into her blue eyes
inhaling her countenance
i inquired
whats under your dress
meeeeeeeeee
she replied smiling
we where in love
my face piqued
with heat and blood
my heart trembled
my legs weakened
my feet got hot
my little *****
fluttered
i thought dance
do the **** ****
i want to kiss your feet
i will toss my self
under your dress
mouth first
to taste you
your love slave
my father married her
i could hear them laugh and **** at night
i would imagine it was me
**** in hand
somewhere their marriage turned
left
an inferno of bickering
and snarls
dad
the critic
and mom
the back stabber
a war that lasted decades
my love and admiration
for my father
the hero
turned despot
withering to hate
mom finally
died
from a life she didn't want anymore
but before she did she looked into my eyes
calling to me
from deep to deep
lover,lover, lover
i dreamt of her last night as i often do
we made love
she covered me with her body
and i wept and kissed her
thinking she was mine
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 1:40 PM UTC