"sweared" poems
the door slams shut
i hear the sound of mommy and daddy yelling.
cursing. i hear mommy screaming daddies name.
silence
i hear the quiet footsteps, boots dragging across the carpet floor.
"anabelle" daddy yelled.
i hushed, wanting to cry.
what happened to mommy, i wondered.
i heard the pound on the door
"anabelle LET ME IN" this always happened.
i thought i was daddies little girl.
he was intoxicated, the known smell entered my nose.
he sweared multiple times, tears rushing down my cheeks.
i heard the sound of sirens in the distance.
"come out with your hands up, paul!"
daddies name was called.
he banged harder on the closet door, until it finally fell to pieces.
"anabelle!" he screamed angrily in my face.
the police was right behind him, and i didn't say a single word.
"let her go" and i was dropped like a penny.
i saw my mommy on the floor like a rag doll.
battered and bruised, but beautiful.
but now, she was gone.
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 9:00 PM UTC
I tried to search for
Scraps of things we have left.
Mutual friends, songs, photos.
I only found scraps because so much had
Decomposed since a long time ago.
I cringed and sobbed.
I felt indignant
I tried even harder to remember your
Jokes, scent, habits.
The recollection was pathetic.
Subconsciously memories were fading,
I sweared and cursed.
But there's nothing I can do, because
What's gone,
Will always be gone.
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 12:12 AM UTC
Today,
I'm all alone
wrapped in the freezing cold December wind
standing next to my old high school gates
I don't even know why it somehow brings
a beaming memory
whom whispers a secret
between an affectionate boy and a mindless girl
June 29, 2010,
I still remember your voice inside my head, sucker
'Can I talk to you for a while?'
'No,' I answered, shortly
I laughed inside my head and smiled
cause I thought I had killed
your feelings toward me
December 14, 2011,
You haven't given up on me
Not yet, I guess
'Stop acting like a butterfly,' you sweared while smirking
at me, of course
'I'm not,' I denied him, as usual
'well, look at you now.
Trying to get away from me every single time I try to catch you,'
I didn't know if it was because of your smile
or your dazzling eyes
all I ever knew was
my heart just skipped one of its beats
June 29, 2012,
I'm sorry I couldn't escape the walls I've built
neither could I find my dead soul
I was trapped in my self-centered mind and
love
for the first time ever was not the key
You were wrong about catching butterflies
because you see, I didn't fly away
instead I was waiting
to be free
like a bird in a golden cage
you should've won me
Today,
It's December 14, 2013
this is why
everything drives me back
to that day
when my heart unbelievably skipped a beat
I know the affectionate boy is still there
trying to find something that fits
the keyhole of my self-centered mind
Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 5:10 AM UTC
*
Happens,
It often happens
In LOVE
After a LOVER is hurt
BELOVED is injured
Happens,
It often happens
In LOVE
After a LOVER is wounded
BELOVED bleeds
Happens,
It often happens
In LOVE
After LOVER bears a lesion
BELOVED carries the scars
Happens,
It often happens
In LOVE
After LOVER is humiliated
BELOVED bears the trauma
Happens,
It often happens
In LOVE
After LOVER is in grief
BELOVED is in pain
Happens,
It often happens
In LOVE
After LOVER is sweared at
BELOVED bears the curse
Happens,
It often happens
In LOVE
After LOVER cries in night
BELOVED remains awake
And finally...
Happens,
It often happens
In LOVE
**After LOVE happens to Romeo:
- Zuliet is LOVED
- Flower of LOVE blooms
In Zuliet's heart
- Zuliet is independent
From past life to
LIVE & LOVE freely**
*
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 1:06 AM UTC
Contemporary words hath I evaded,
Sweared to swear thine,
Fo' the respect o' thee faded,
Throwed me, e'ry words o' fame thou lied,
Only for t'se blasphemious plight,
Curious cherishity o' mine birth hath taken,
Quiet blade o' thy palm, hath rest broken,
Unrelated bloods' related as blood,
Mates, masked t'en thy hath brought me to cut,
Tranquil drops o' life, heat kisseth, fast flow'th,
Taste o' t'se machetes, my body tast'th,
Final screams 'n my mouth, silence stuff'th,
Drops o' my own blood t'en blind'th me,
Lips o' thy blade seal my n'ck with t'at kiss,
Final beats o' my heart 'n thy hand pumpeth,
Mysterious reas'n attract'th my death.
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 2:21 AM UTC
**Passion for love
Passion for desire
Eyes of pearls
Eyes of fire
A nose that tells
Things we can't hide
Ears that never listen
Ears that never hide
When eyes decieve you
The lies you'll tell
When it's to late
We then think its hell
But if we cared
We should of not sweared
Is it love
or
Is it desire**
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 10:54 AM UTC
i ventured past the memory lane
and filled the broken soul with delight
it's foolish how first love mended me
in a way not one possibly can
how every reminisce is enthralling to embrace like a glistened storyframe
one that tickles hope of another reason to live;
it's foolish how firsts remain striking
the times that were everglowing, enchanting
there's no need for weariness, when somebody accepted me for who I am
sweared to stay forever–in victories and downfalls.
frightening how a perfectly written story by a god turns stormed and wicked
how my ceaseless heart slowly is tormented
when i thought the first would keep its words
silly of me to assume
but all goes into hues of blues
and when i thought he's the sunlight
to my **** cold melancholic night
he left on a windy day alike a flowing kite
with no proper goodbyes
and shattered his promises one by one
like a rushing ambulance, crashing dreams in a scene of dawn and fires
at that point, i knew that the garden we've grown are closely wilting
going back at one, a stranger, whom i treated like an art
carefully realizing— no apologies can now return an exhausted heart
no prayers could turn back the twisted time
and no wishes from the stars could heal the scars and damaged mind
hurting thyself, is it a mere nightmare?
my body felt a sensation of falling
not in love, but defying gravity slowly from a skyscraper
at the broad daylight, my old self died
and eternally—a part of me has bid rage and farewell
like a child departing from her long-time bestfriend
in a dilemma, everything has been changing as fast as the thunderbolt
i ventured past the memory lane
and filled the broken soul with regret
it's foolish how first love broke me
in a way not one possibly can
how every reminisce battled me at night
and turned me frail
tomorrow, i knew, there were no reasons to live furthermore
it's foolish how I thought the first would be last,
with all timelines, phases, and secrets shared from past;
however, here's to our history, and to my self
who thought of finding genuine love from a stranger
finally, devouring the crept of once again, being lost.
Nov 20, 2021
Nov 20, 2021 at 12:17 PM UTC
Drove through the wasteland with purpose.
Pulled up and parked at the compound.
The lonely building felt lifeless,
I stepped inside lookin around.
This lady gave me a number,
stone faced, she pointed said, "sit down."
Wandered there with the others,
who looked so hopeless and wigged out.
Another number said, "First time?
This is prolly my sixth now."
Heard number nineteen uttered.
Followed the voice to my fate.
Solemnly sweared on my mother,
to tell the truth to his face.
But before I had one word,
the Judges mind had been made.
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 2:42 PM UTC
he stared in my eyes
and sweared to god he loved me
well bud, looks like somebody is headed to hell
those lies are harsh.
they hurt a whole lot
but **** look what i've gained
truth
and nothing is more powerful.
i have secrets that you don't want out
so erasing you from my life was easy
my thoughts... not so much
because my dreams run wild
and punches are thrown
sending you crashing to your knees
dignity and all
too bad they are only silly dreams
where i am stronger and more powerful
in this life, i steer clear from your body
in fear of your power
you don't play mind games though,
i do,
you're just too stupid to realize it
so i take your brain
make you feel awful
so then i can feel better
knowing you feel half as bad as i did
hurting you all the way would be cruel,
i can't ruin you
i'm not that evil,
even though i know you are, were and always will be
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 10:41 PM UTC
I got myself here
So why is it so hard to get back
Back to the days without medication
Back to the days I was happy
I get myself here
Doing things I sweared I never would.
They just come back and haunt me
Wanting me to do it again
This poem is a mess
And so am I
I'm in shambles over all of this
I'm on a fine line.
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 8:34 PM UTC
You texted and talked....
Even slightly stalked...
You exalted praise...
What an ego raise...
You said you loved...
So I thought you loved....
You fussed and cared...
So I thought you cared...
You pledged you sweared...
And so slowly I dared...
I loosened the grip...
I let my heart trip..,
At first all said...
Was sweetness spread...
My thoughts my words...
Were chirping birds...
For hours and hours....
And hours and hours...
We’d talk and chat....
Timeless was that....
All of a sudden....
I turned to burden....
Abrupt it was....
Didn’t know the cause....
So bitter you turned....
My heart it burnt....
All sweet turned sour....
Every minute every hour....
It stabbed my soul...
Esse shaken whole...
I tried to reach...
To know to preach...
Just why and what...
That’s all I sought...
So vague so weird...
So strangely severed...
I longed so much...
For a wordly touch...
Please just one word...
I yearned for a word....
Silence only...
**** the melancholy...
It dawned on me..,
Just played did thee...
Those words were fake...
My mind did wake...
Metamorphosed am I...
Now I no more sigh....
Now am not the same.....
I evolved in your game....
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 5:19 PM UTC
Mr Spike, went on a bike,
with his naughty friends for a hike,
everything was still, they were enjoying the thrill,
but they hit a rock and tumbled down the hill,
everyone later sweared that night, never to take spike for a hike..
Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 1:28 AM UTC
Why,
Old Friend,
Do you look at me
How you look at someone
Who you never see?
What,
Old Friend,
Happened to us?
Remember those days
Upon the school bus?
Do You even remember
the secrets we shared-
laughs that we had-
oaths that were sweared?
Why,
Old Friend,
Has time consumed you?
It's almost as if I never knew you.
Well,
Old Friend,
As the days go on,
You will never be there.
You will always be gone.
Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 2:09 PM UTC
The pain downstairs
Was too much to feel
Equal almost to a want
Crushed hence under
The unwanted theory of it
Left alone in some cabin
In an unexplored island
Where love wont devastate
Its honest memory wont hurt
A hurt I worship in secret
Every eye I see cries for me
Every tongue supports me
All are hurt by those actions
Actions which hurt me
Actions which loved me
I may have yelled some
Scratched and bruised pretty
But that time i did not hate
Ain't sure if i loved it either, but
That madness bothered me
At court i sweared holy books
Vomitting out my aggression
Which's easily misunderstood
As according to my family
I am a broken girl
I have but a horrible confession
For i feel dishonored not
I don't feel any shame
Along a life of misery and vain
I went through a consensual pain
Pk
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 1:49 AM UTC