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Your laugh was like music to me
Your eyes were poetry
Little did I know your words weren't that sweet
-S.A.
Harmony Sapphire Jan 2015
Broken poor trash which degrades & defiles.
You lied to the courts, judge, mediator, minor's counsel, & district attorney.
A backstabber, 2 faced, hypocrite, who commited perjury.
A hunchback hammertoed hefer who gets fatter.
You live in a hoarded ***** stenched sty.
Quality is not something you search to buy.
You settle for **** bit by bit.
On your fat *** you sit.
Your ***** sag.
Your a decripid old hag with saddle bags.
You destroy relationships.
You can't form your own friendships.
Your a judgmental, prejudice, anti-social, psychotic, hermit crab.
Your a heartless blackheart who back stabs.
You take what's not yours.
By manipulation, cheating, stealing & lying.
You want my child motherless.
Your an evil diease.
Your thoughtless, your lies don't put me as ease.
You divorced my dad.
You took all I had.
You can't control your bladder.
What I want to you does'nt matter.
Greed you sought.
Your lies I fought.
You spread hate in your old lady disguise.
You believe your so clever, deceitful, & wise.
You have cellulite, verocross veins, & cottage cheese thighs.
A meat loving satanic caravore.
Who slams the door.
Pees on herself & the floor.
Has a greed for more. Always settles for poor. Vendictive evil without a cure. My life is smeared a blur from everything I am & once were.
© Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved

Dedicated to mummy "dearest".
chainedwhore Dec 2014
I wish when we met that that person you pretended to be was really you..

that guy was the best.
He was so sweet full of compassion.
Very smart. Always corrected me if i said the wrong or spelled it wrong.
Always told me to take care and be safe at the end of the conversation.
He wasnt vendictive or would he be so childish as to "get you back" for something that he was wrong for in the first place.
He was a bit moody a few times but all in all he was dreamy.
He had a way that hed talk and it made me melt and id do anything he would ever ask.
I was so smitten with him.


I wanted him so bad and would have loved him forever!!!

But he is NOT REAL!!!!

He is YOU!!!!!
Found a box full of stuff i want to save forever and inside it was the entire 2 mos of conversations we had... its tons and tons of papers....we talked alot back then!!!  I miss that!! I MISS HIM!!
T R Wingfield Feb 2024
It was terrifying visceral scream
In negative color!
Nega-green and purple-blue shimmer,
cascading yellow dark
Upon a fourth dimensional screen,
But it was a mind’s-eye view of the black side of the eyelid, so it’s just a thought
A passing dream
But it was ugly
evil
vicious
mad
Vendictive
hurtful
and obscene

But you weren’t sure you saw it and you surely don’t want the thing.
So we’ll let go of the vision and forget it’s being
It certainly wreaked of hell in that room for a scene.
It scared me to think
How evil I could imagine
Might intervene
Chaos actor in shadows and driven by destroying beautiful dreams.




.“,’(@)’,”.
I’ve been meditating on a visual experience I received in a drug-induced manic state a couple of months ago. It was akin to a hallucination, and it is not an isolated thing. In fact it’s something I’ve experienced for years regardless of drug or drink. However in a receptive state rope with metaphorical meaning I engaged with want felt like a being. Not something external but deep within me. This meditation has produced a number of different visual experiences, almost all pleasant or calming, or at worst confusing; but this particular experience was something quite horrifying, and the first (and hopefully only) of its kind. What I see or, am trying to see, is a visual OM- which presents itself in the same way we visualize a Tesseract (the fourth dimensional cube thing); But what my mind produced in this meditation was a ****** representation, still roiling into and through itself fourth-dimensionally, but with horrifying features, gnashing teeth, glowing eyes hollow cheeks, ripping skin, at times lizard-like, other times demonic, cartoonish even, and undeniably represent Ive of some evil thing. It was not an experience I wish to repeat, and it was concerning. Because if it was from beyond the veil, I do not want to see. And if it was my own mind creating, that means it was inside of me.

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