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Alyse M King Mar 2012
Last night I dreamed
My life as a comic book.
An intermingled mess,
Those who have not read
Every single issue,
Cannot begin to know.
A brightly colored spectrum
Of unexpected blows.
Amidst all the villian’s
Unrelenting throws
Of powers no more
Than planting
The seeds of self doubt,
I stood armed to fall.
As each seed landed
Upon  my head,
I fell to watch
Each punch line
Read only
“Bam!”
and “Kapow!”.
The plot never thickened
And never came to save me.
In a story
from the villan’s head,
Perpetually trapped
Until the hero returned
to write her portion
of my tale.
As the seeds grew
Into absolute fear,
A twisted feeling
Took hold of my gut.
Who is the antagonist
and who the protagonist?
arsenal Jun 2014
Graffiti

A tagger

A vandal

A villan

A hero
Graffiti writers channel there emotions through a can of spray paint, and then after they are done, they melt back into the city... just another face. Before you know you were even hit, He is probably at home sleeping
Christine H Jan 2011
Life
It isn't a privilege
Or some dort of miracle.
It is a test.
A test to see what you've done
Who you are
And what you deserve.
Whether it's pain, joy
O neither.

Do you deserve to live among the shadows?
Where the sun never shines but the clouds never darken -
A world filled with emptiness.
You are neither hero nor villan,
Friend nor foe;
You deserve nothing.

Or have you killed?
Wronged the Gods in one way or another?
You deserve more than death
To be filled with hunger, food and water always out of reach.
To be live among fire, pain always present.
You deserve endless torture.

However
If somehow you managed to live your life right
Defending family
Friends
With everything you've got.
You will continue to live on
Forever.
Your name and story passed down
Forever.
People will whisper your name for strength
For help.
You will wander the fields of Elysium
Surrounded by endless beauty
Blue lake,
Green hills.
You deseve more than can ever be given
Part one of my little series, we have to explain things by artisic way so I chose poems....hope you like :)
Techd Feb 2015
Sometimes I fly in the sky
and float among the birds,
Sometimes I dive in sea
with the friend forever with me.

Sometimes I am in space
with the dreams full of fight
I fight with the Alien
and play bowling with their eyes.

Some times I am A Hero
Sometimes a Villan Too!
This world is full of enjoyment,
I like to enjoy here forever.
-D.S.Patel;)
It was  at the crack of the afternoon always  when like some old circus bear i staggred to life.
Coffee surged through my veins with a touch of turkey to embrace the day to day troubles
with a sense of reason in the insanity.

The whispers were heavy like gunshot's that filled a early morning duck hunt.
Where half drunk men shared bottles and stories of conquest's some false others just straight *******.
He's losing it ya know?

They had read my scrbblings and saw the flaws yet dared never to speak the words to
the devil in the flesh.
But much like a villan or a dam good ****** with a std i was just waitting to
run yet again.

The Gonzo of old died hard and a writer of insanity
seldom was at a loss for words or  far from a intersection of trouble.
The road called.
And I her slave seldom ignored her for any woman worth her salt
was a cruel ***** at heart and thats what made them  so dam aluering.


I was the president of debauchrey the chairman of the boy's club
a locker room jester who seldom showed his flaws.
But time scars us all and I was no diffrent.

I had slowed yet went past that edge like a child who tears into a gift seldom
looking at the paper let alone who its from.
Still that gleam in the eye did exist and the danger was all but to real.

I was ready to claim it back although none could take it from me.
The bike was older yet still had a howl like a devils hound on a sunsets promise.
the drugs the ***** the women all where but part of the drive and freedom
of a perk.

Much like the whiskey that burns in my veins id never
water down my word's
Cold wether was pointing me south  the Key's were calling
in a tragic Hemmingway sense the old man's sea was but a bitter pill
and a islands stream of erased thought.

On a road that never grew old as I.
  Soon i was off.
And God only knows what would lead to this tour of destruction.
But all i can say is gentlemen start your engines.

For the chaos has just begun.

                                               Welcome  To The Boy's Club
                                                             Part One
I am a writer at heart and poet by nature and a force of insanity by the grace of
God or maybe a padded hand ina devils poker game.
But either way my words always hold there own.
starchild Nov 2017
they all suround me
calling me a villan
a freak
a deamon
a monster
just because how i act
my personality
my insaneity
and i realize if they waunt a moster ill give it to them
ill unleash my rath
just because they waunt a villan
but i realize that villans dont get happy endings
but no matter what i do
IM A MONSTER
After stage exist do i leave a true self behind?
As the act has taken hold of my existance I view only one out.
With the dust.
Will hidden message be reveled my madness never was there a more true
poisen to pen than vice thats nothing more than the man.


Cheap motel's road trips have taken there toll as ive taken more from thoose with which ive shared a
sin laced night.
Im fine I swear.
And  even togather I assure you im alone.

Start out slow just to burn out fast.
Empty the glass washed down pills and forgotten conversations
the jokes a cruel subject may I be your life's teacher?

Emptyness Inc. hollow my hall's least  it's better than some
self righteous fool who has been left to preach.

A cheap **** and a firm shake.
You cant run with wolves and stay the lamb.
Uppers to wake ***** to slow and coke to understand its somehow it's gotta end.

Im sorry next time i'll call only to show the sadist within.
Pray they cant view the sweats man he truely lives his act or is his addictions living as what
he once knew to be him?

Moments I breath only to sink underneath waters drowned are my demons
care to hear there thoughts clear?

A angry voice lives behind vice can i calm this storm how can I grant safe passage?
When I cant even stand in the slightest wind?
Another night and still they ignore it because they hate to comfront for fear they'd taste the razor of tongue and face vice's all there own.

Art in any form should never be safe.

Hello she answers waitting for the line within mind
she know's will probaly sooner than later be read.
I cant say something I can never feel.

Remorse is great for hero's.
Im happy to be your villan.

Another town it's always a old scene.
Were the ****** up circus come to fuel a always burning ego driven fire.
A hot night a devil's pornagraphic scene.

What the dust leaves no true care of a honest ******* I fear none but myself.
Dear Hello  

A dark cloud  has been allowed to loom over us for to long.
And for all of you who  have fell victem  to this overgrown
child of a cyber bully I am truley sorry,

Now  with that said  I throw down the challenge to
the one we do not speak of   my numbers are many
my pub is full  the whiskey is free and the message is simple
I will no longer take crap from a certin sweetheart from hell.

Who fianlly posted work and proved my point.
If it wasnt for the hipe she created there would be
nothing even remotley special   about her snore infested work.

Point blank its you our me and this site is not
big enough for the both of us.
If you are what people truley want here then i will gladly leave.

You could have went to poetry soup  but in all truth you wouldnt have made a ripple in the water the only reason you have is cause people react to your *******.

Half of your so called fans are actully you.
you want to cross me i'll out you everytime.
Cause a person who  enjoys huting others  is a punk.

And a old *** woman who goes around talking ****
cause she's so insecure   about her own work.
Well is just pathetic and people who applaud the garbage
that comes outta your mouth are either you or
just as ****** up as you.

You do not hand out  criticism  your a heckler.
Poetry is self expression and to be honest with people
takes courage but to simply say utter crap.
shows your ignorance and lack of respect
for anyone.

Not everyone you bash is a adult  so I ask you
this.
Being a mother yourself would you want
a grown adult verbally attacking your kids?

Your playing a character i am guilty of that also
but i do not hurt others in doing so.
Had you came here posted your work
offred constructive  critcism  you would have done
fine  here  I could care less  if you hate me.

Cause  good or bad Im not a person who hides.
I will not complain behind your back im talking directly to you.
drop  the act drop the hate.
If you do id never speak another word against you.

I will say one thing that was wrong of me.
I should not have revealed the fact  of who you
truley are for you are so insecure you must hide
yourself  from everyone.

I do not hide  and I do not spread hatred.
It's simple the people should speak not fear
we should have a vote  me or you who stays and who goes.

Because  if  your actions are what people want.
then I dont want  to be part of this.

It's fine not to like everyone  cause it's clear
me and you are just two diffrent kinds of people.
You speak about your high profile job  well
if you were so busy then you wouldnt have
time to waste on us lesser beings.

To me  I would like to hear your real voice.
Not the villan act for if that is who you truley
are you a sad human being.

So people of hello I ask are you going to tollerate  
the constant attacks  is that what you want?
Is that what you want a poetry web site to be?

You let one of these people stay soon the river will
become a stagnate pond.
Hate does not  breed creativity it breeds ignorance.

So I ask what do you want this site to become?
This is not a poem by any means.  
As ive said here the charade  has gone on to long and one of us  
has to go.
Jeremy Betts Mar 2023
A life time lost, mindlessly searchin', wanderin' aimlessly in the margin
Lingerin' in the gray, outside yet somehow dead center of socially accepted norms and action
Starved of affection, but by design, never forget to mention it feels safer with zero human interaction
Parched, withering away, no reaction, no peace, only life but just a fraction

A scorched Earth, a nightmarish vision, a dream state of my demons risen
No rhyme, no reason, no time to be forgiven, is it a sin if the motive is kept hidden?
Does one exist if forgotten? No answer if you can't remember the question
Hence then, to stay afloat one must stop the spin of the downward spiral one finds oneself in

Listen, or don't, it won't matter in the end, frightened without the knowledge of when
A last breath taken after finally on the mend, would it be different if hope wasn't given?
A permanent decision, forever finally allowed to begin but could it be considered a win?
It's all about perception, a frown flipped upside down is a grin

Eyes wide shut, lie and try to pretend they're open, heart closed off, can't repair what's been broken
A conversation with a villan disguised by the voice of a friend, a danger unspoken
Another bad omen, no one around, both voices coming from a location deep within
What's been awoken has stolen emotion and allowed the erosion to begin

...and here...we go...again...

©2023
My name Mar 2018
Hero


A hero doesn't have to be strong
A hero doesn't have to have a cape
A hero can be skinny or fat
Anyone can be a hero
A hero doesn't have to have a cool name
A hero doesn't need to be popular
A hero is you
Me
Everyone
You are a hero to someone
Everyone is a hero
Even some of the quietest people
But they can have a villa
It hurts to have a Villan
They can destroy you
So be a hero
Not a villan
JW Aug 2020
everything happened so fast
we cried
i left
and just like that
it was all over
like we hadn't meant anything
as if we hadn't loved each other
it was nobody's fault
except for maybe life's
we had promised to stay together
a promise we couldn't keep
i wonder whether i am the villan
you stayed behind waiting
miserable is all you were
i couldn't watch
and he made it so easy
easy to forget
how much i loved you
despite the ocean between us
you saw me being happy
and you hated him for it
and i hated you
for not wanting me to be
you made my life colorful
it all faded without you
i was scared of the dull grey
and he sparked a fire, brought light
it felt like being saved
how unfair to want that
i disgust myself
The voice Jan 2015
I lay down in the pastures of the southern winds
I live seeing the skies of the northern stars
I close my eyes to the sparkles of the eastern twinkles
I stretch out my hands into the thorns of the western roses.

Would you be biased if you knew who I was?
Of course you would
Otherwise, you would be 1 out of whole population
Everyone has some type of bias
You simply cannot deny it!

Tell me,
have you ever looked at a young teenager
in the middle of the night, with a hoodie on
walking by the sidewalk with his hands in his pockets
with torn pants and old shoes,
with a bandana ******* in this hand,
and think, oh he must be a nice guy!

If you have, you are the nice guy,
free of corruption and free of stereotypes
at least just on that point.

Have you ever seen a pregnant young girl,
standing on the side of the street
looking like she is waiting for the bus,
with regular thrift-store clothes and some old purse
and said, "she has a bright future ahead of her"

Probably, I mean I depends on what you know.
A large percentage of pregnant 'girls',
actually live under what is bad conditions

On the other hand, Have you even seen a young handsome man
with a nice suit on, shirt that matches the tie
shoes brighter than the windows of the building he will enter
oh and the posture, the complexity of success
with a small pin from Harvard University on the right side worn with pride
And said "he must have lied, cheated and stolen to get there"

Maybe not, Maybe yes, maybe...
It depends on who you know and what you have done.
I depends on who provides you with information

Here is a much simpler situation

Have you ever passed by a neighborhood,
lets say, ****** houses, ****** backyards, ****** décor
in a nice car, with your windows wide open
with you arm resting on one of them while modeling the latest
model of the "magical watch" you just bought

I cannot see you doing that.
As much as you did not do it on purpose
it happened

That is the society we live in, it is not our fault
we came into this world loving all colors
but somehow the majority opinion weighed more than
YOUR opinion.

You cannot blame yourself for thinking,
as long as they do not leave your mind
you see, there is a difference, with thinking and saying
there is a difference between lying and staying quiet.

you think, and stay quiet, with things like this.
there is a moment to speak up,
but to them, with insults, is not the time

So stay quiet and don't insult the guy,
for going to the store late at night to get medicine for a sick mother,

Do not insult the young girl,
for being tricked and tossed away by the real villan

And do not look at the complexity of success
and put him over everyone,
for showing materialism!
Not like these things ever make sense. Makes sense? As if such a thing really matters. The relevance of something and how much it makes sense are both relative. As in doesn't matter. Nothing does. Not me. Not this room. Not the rain or the stars or the way my eyelids can't seem to stay open. Why? Don't ask me. Don't ask anyone. There's no need to ask anymore. Those old questions, will get you to nowhere. But if thats where you're after look no further. Welcome. A word I'd love to hear more often. You never seem to hear anything often enough these days. These days. Whats the use? Where's the appeal? Appeal? Oh I'll give you appeal. I'll show you a girl who gets everything she wants. Thinks she owns the world. And she does. But get this, she cries herself to sleep at night. Fair trade no? Some would say so. You look out those windows and all you see are packed streets filled with the stench of christmas shopping. Put a bullet in my head and paint the walls with my brains. You'd be doing me a favor. The first one anyone's done in a while. When its done I wanna fish away from wife and family and responsibility. Don't tv party too long. You won't be able to turn off the set in the morning. How long does it go? How long did I just spend writing that last sentence. Feels like ages. I'm half asleep. The other hand isn't there a hand unaccounted for. The last one to leave. Always. I leave alone. I go home alone. Even now... You guessed correct. Haunted. Vacant. Lost. I'm drowning. Growing up. But still. Ask yourself what you want. Subtract it. Head is pounding. And I hate to be alone. And I have to be of course. Of course. No. Never. I don't care and I don't care and I don't care. That's another story. A story about a baby who was let go. About yesterday. But sometimes these stories just don't have a happy ending. Sometimes you go from being the hero in your own story, to the villan in everyone else's. But not likely. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe its a terrible terrible tragedy. Sure enough they drive around again. That memories been following me. Burning me inside. The heat will bury us all. They can search all the want. Only I know the way. All gone. Everybody gone. Gone off the deep end. Okay. You never told. I wasn't told. Overrated. Under ground. Last kiss. But I threw it us up. So? No. Sometimes. I caught you like a falling star. The air is warm. The sun is gone. I am not well...
This was written well past midnight when I was very depressed and had been drinking. Although seemingly meaningless, the passage does have a meaning rooted in my experiences at the time and it is meant to be a depiction of what goes through someone's mind before the lose everything.
Cassandra Allen Dec 2015
This is not about love.
I was admired,
He loved me so deeply,  
I feel nothing toward him but merely friendship.
"Come on give him a chance"
I did and now I am stuck.
I don't love him!
If anything this is making me hate him.
I have grown cold to myself.
I am so unhappy.
Yet he smiles at me every day so happily,
It makes me despise him all the more.
What can I do?
My friends say
"Give him a chance"
I did and now I am drowning in my misery.
I have to stop this but when?
How?
Either way I'm the villain'
But it's gotten to the point to where I don't care If I am the villan.
*Categorize me as Evil
What Shall I do???
a m a n d a Nov 2018
orcasio-cortez i got a word for you
what if we break the divide by dividing the break
like marvel heroes and villains.
we band together.
the young and fearless.
the old and wise.
the true hero and
the true villan.
we can name them all.
use them all. construct a narration
that builds a nation. we can live
in america again with
a little
imagination.
Sandile JUNIOUR Jun 2015
i feel so missunderstood im
no bad guy i wasnt a villan wearing a mask
i was never a person of lasting lies time flys by day after day feeling so missunderstood
nobody cares about my
intetions

my mission wasnt to target and destroy but was to nature and love with pation and grace i wanted to teach you a lesson but it turned out to be the end of our story

i feel so missunderstood because i love you but am taken as a liar a wommerniser im just a boy in need of your love and happyness
i wanna grow with you but you see me as a fool

tried to teach u a harsh lesson it turned out to be that the cadles whr blown out and the smake from the cadles are just our memories fadding up into thin air but the two cadles still stand fermly

i feel so missunderstood
#missunderstood
# sj
# keep cool calm and collected
Jtlbl Jul 2020
His pain is deep, he stroles through hell
Valley of the shadow of death?
Is nothing If u knew his anguish.
He suffers well
A good day that's where he go's to catch breath
There his deomos truly get rest
eyes closed
His minds eyes spoke
Lies it told him he died
he lost all hope
To face his own story though his own eyes
Feeling the pain he caused and all his lies
Choosing death sounds best said in jest
If that good guy had to die???
just know it wasn't you are you high?
Trying to stay positive and keep it light
Clearly loosing the fight
was he a hero, hell No
Not a hope in hell hed see heaven.
Villan disguised,
lies in his eyes
A Romeo, maybe tho?
cassonvoa? sky blue eyes it's over.
Juilets life spiral down the drain
He died 1st
So she would have time to recover
Find find a new lover
He he was rotten the worst
His death was not litural but that of spirit and soul
But years of many that ripped him in two no longer whole
Not even the souls essance
Spending time with him people felt no life no pressamce
His smile lost to time and memory
his laugh blew silent in the breeze
He was left an enemy
People abused him like giant flees
Blood suckers draining his last energy.
Before he left it's was said he became a dog
Parasites he got used to these
In pursuit of happiness he was about to meet his God.
Whatever he thought that was
One last breath he took her hand
His temptress had won
His demise she planned
She had his number on day one
Grinning as the sand spilled through his glass
His time was up he wasn't made to last
The sadow of a man fading away
not even lady luck  could saved him
He's had one last smile to put on his face
His arm in the air and ******* up
His last words were
"I never gave a ****"
A storm blew in and took him away
No remember 's his name such a shame
Trash The world couldn't wait to get rid
A myth once said his name was joahua or josh
Actually a good passionate and funny
Guy
personally if u ask me?
I'd say that myth was a lie
He was cold and couldn't care less
no love in his eyes,just glazed over
His love was a fallen angel
corrupt and rotten
Her pressance stole his life
As this story fortold
Second for second
She would never allow him to grow old
what he did for her, locked him out of heaven.
banned from the gates his soul would fall forever
Into the melting ***
A sinner God forgot
No children, no wife
She consumed every part life
For u see she was neither a women angel nor devil
Or a suddtress as he said
she was herion
power in bag
Which that storm was said to blew out
It Took him away, it his future
His Legacy and life died that minute
He finally let mr quid go too
In truth
If u saw one u saw the other
Quid was his brother
A second half of whole
For what he realised that moment
Was his other half he searched years,
Was the face looking back In waters refleftion
The peace they searched for
Was within himself he had been at war years now
Finally realising women blame for his pain
The sabotage his thought imagine and brain
So me made another character
To deal with the pain
to look in his own eyes
Look past the pain
Look past the lies
Quid was born  
Locking josh in back of his mind
Forced to face life
Forced to simile
Forced to Wait
just a while
Daily It starts all over
But there nothings left
To be taken or broken
Hes stronger now
Romeo and Juilet Was cute
next it will be mess
****** in mind
trying to stay
Blessed pshhhh
This is just my story
****** that won't lay Down
A just a ****** who refuses to frown
A just a ****** coming for everything even what u have chained down
I'd say lock away your women but this clown?
Already tho em and this town
These words hold no value
Just **** talking
Words walking
Mind's boring
Paper scoring
****** snoring
Sobriety exciting
Or so the words were at enthralling more than the pain of insomnia in recovery let me stop before I stutter mutter and rhyme with butter
Quid out
Drugs women devil angels money art my mind a storm and God and a dog it's all there should be a book or movie
Sin Nov 2015
Is it a curse that words do fight
Inside a head of a poetry knight
Slaying and loving crying and joy
Now the ink shall spill tonight

Saving a maiden from dragons of lore
Sailing the oceans is never a bore
Giving love to maidens fair
Whilst caressing your soft honey hair

So many things make a poet knight
Clad in armour with pen held tight
Riding on the back of the page at night
Hoping that words can rage
Or sing a song to distant mermaids

To be a hero or villan to boot
A poem can make whatever it suits
So hold that pen like a sword
And let those words spill out
On unsuspecting hordes
Jtlbl Jul 2020
His pain is deep, he stroles through hell
Valley of the shadow of death?
Is nothing If u knew his anguish.
He suffers well
A good day that's where he go's to catch breath
There his deomos truly get rest
eyes closed
His minds eyes spoke
Lies it told him he died
he lost all hope
To face his own story though his own eyes
Feeling the pain he caused and all his lies
Choosing death sounds best said in jest
If that good guy had to die???
just know it wasn't you are you high?
Trying to stay positive and keep it light
Clearly loosing the fight
was he a hero, hell No
Not a hope in hell hed see heaven.
Villan disguised,
lies in his eyes
A Romeo, maybe tho?
cassonvoa? sky blue eyes it's over.
Juilets life spiral down the drain
He died 1st
So she would have time to recover
Find find a new lover
He he was rotten the worst
His death was not litural but that of spirit and soul
But years of many that ripped him in two no longer whole
Not even the souls essance
Spending time with him people felt no life no pressamce
His smile lost to time and memory
his laugh blew silent in the breeze
He was left an enemy
People abused him like giant flees
Blood suckers draining his last energy.
Before he left it's was said he became a dog
Parasites he got used to these
In pursuit of happiness he was about to meet his God.
Whatever he thought that was
One last breath he took her hand
His temptress had won
His demise she planned
She had his number on day one
Grinning as the sand spilled through his glass
His time was up he wasn't made to last
The sadow of a man fading away
not even lady luck  could saved him that day
Pq
He's had one last smile to put on his face
His arm in the air and ******* up
His last words were
"I never gave a ****"
A storm blew in and took him away
No remember 's his name such a shame
Trash The world couldn't wait to get rid
A myth once said his name was joahua or josh
Actually a good passionate and funny
Guy
personally if u ask me?
I'd say that myth was a lie
He was cold and couldn't care less
no love in his eyes,just glazed over
His love was a fallen angel
corrupt and rotten
Her pressance stole his life
As this story fortold
Second for second
She would never allow him to grow old
what he did for her, locked him out of heaven.
banned from the gates his soul would fall forever
Into the melting ***
A sinner God forgot
No children, no wife
She consumed every part life
For u see she was neither a women angel nor devil
Or a suddtress as he said
she was herion
power in bag
Which that storm was said to blew out
It Took him away, it his future
His Legacy and life died that minute
He finally let mr quid go too
In truth
If u saw one u saw the other
Quid was his brother
A second half of whole
For what he realised that moment
Was his other half he searched years,
Was the face looking back In waters refleftion
The peace they searched for
Was within himself he had been at war years now
Finally realising women blame for his pain
The sabotage his thought imagine and brain
So me made another character
To deal with the pain
to look in his own eyes
Look past the pain
Look past the lies
Quid was born  
Locking josh in back of his mind
Forced to face life
Forced to simile
Forced to Wait
just a while
Daily It starts all over
But there nothings left
To be taken or broken
Hes stronger now
Romeo and Juilet Was cute
next it will be mess
****** in mind
trying to stay
Blessed pshhhh
This is just my story
****** that won't lay Down
A just a ****** who refuses to frown
A just a ****** coming for everything even what u have chained down
I'd say lock away your women but this clown?
Already tho em and this town
These words hold no value
Just **** talking
Words walking
Mind's boring
Paper scoring
****** snoring
Sobriety exciting
Or so the words were at enthralling more than the pain of insomnia in recovery let me stop before I stutter mutter and rhyme with butter
Quid out
Drugs women devil angels money art my mind a storm and God and a dog it's all there should be a book or movie
Lavender Menace Jan 2020
Im back
Physically
Eating chocolate cheetos on your couch
I'm here
To invade
Your happy ending like the villan I've always been
But what
Are you gonna do
Cuz I'm never leaving you alone again
I'm here
I'm hurt
Get ready to sin
I'm trying so hard to be confident and cool and blah blah blah but FRIKIN FRIK that hurt
Bowedbranches Aug 2021
Every  minute
Of every day
I beg myself
Not to fight you

Not because I fear I'll lose
And not because of politeness cowardice,
Or weakness
But because this **** is not a
Game to the rest of us

And we've had the anger
thrown at us


since we could stand
Therefore we refrain from
Showing our fangs until
We have to bite back

I'd rather show I can stand for
something/someone
That I love and believe
With patience,
Humility,
And grace

Truth is,  
I hate seeing my dad in me
When rage rushes in
And makes the stage
its playground
Which creates the most terrifying
Plot-Twist
I tried my damnedest
not to star in
The entire time
Then  BAM
........................
Now, what fresh hell is this?

Oh so I guess
I'm both hero
And villan
flinching from glass shattering
Like a halo above my head
While screams fill my nemesis
With momentary madness
Breaking everything of mine
That's in sight

To try and frighten me?
Or cause me to cry in a high pitched whine you must like when I
  Hypervintalate til I'm blue in the face
Reliving worst fears
Miracles that came and I nearly made my escape
Only bc something saved me
But why is it were brought back
To walk right through hell
Again
Yelling "How could you"!
Chasing my self through hallways
Swearing to catch her
Nellie 55 Oct 2020
It's cold outside so I'm chillin
All the sudden I'm a villan
Times killin
Thanks for false hope
Now I gotta find a new way to cope.
She said I was everything
Am I though?
I got no good looks
I'm always writing in these books
I'm loyal and ready for commitment
But these ******* like me for their only fans because its business
Love is not going out of stock
You're all just waiting for something hot
But I'm on the search for something real
Settle down is a way better way to deal
***** everyone who doesn't like me
I'm just trying to commit and be happy

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