"werid" poems
I hate ******
I hate racist,
I hate narcissistic people,
I hate criminals,
I hate subliminal messages,
I hate werid fetishes,
I hate killers,
I hate murderers,
I hate child molesters,
I hate sodomizer,
I hate spiders,
I hate fear,
I hate my mirror,
I hate low battery,
I hate battery (crime)
I hate pedophiles
I hate crocodiles
I hate the sun,
I hate to run,
I hate sin,
I hate my sinister grin,
I hate villains,
I hate millions,
I hate billions,
I hate trillions,
I hate people who dont hate what I hate,
I hate everything,
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
To the girls that won't take my compliment ,
You are like the villagers from the boy who cried wolf.
Like the repetitions of me calling them beautiful was a cry of lies they got tired of hearing.
So instead of me giving them compliments.
I would have a competition with them in a argument fighting for what I believed in.
Like every time you ask me "Do I look okay?"
Me being me ,I would hesitate to reply to you because I thought that would be a rhetorical question that you just asked me but you being you would misunderstand me thinking to myself that I was unsure of my answer.
I know this is werid but
I would put my hand over your mouth just so you can't tell me I'm wrong when I tell you that you are beautiful.
I would have to get the petition of the whole world to agree with me just to try convince you but instead I only tried to get you to sign it.
Me only wanting you to agree with my views just because I feel like you are the world to me.
You got the audacity to linger in my fondest memory.
How can you understand how I feel when only I get the privilege to see your lips go from a flat line to a smile supported with pillars of doubts that is solidified by my compliments of the appraisal of you.
Perfection is not what I call you, cause you don't believe in perfection but you're perfect to me and that should be all that you need from me.
Maybe everyday I will sneak in a small compliment to you just small enough for you to believe in me like a nod of approval of how you look today and slowly spray confidence onto your skin to wear just so one day perhaps I could use the word beautiful in front of you.
We all know the story in the boy who cried wolf.
The villagers were too blind to see the truth from the boy who cried wolf.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 2:06 PM UTC
What a spell that fiend casted over me
How I would like to flee from his odd embrace
If I did he would just chase
So I choose to sit
Sit and play his little game
He is to blame
Blame for my werid love
That I shoved out
From the deepest darkest parts of my soul
His twisted ideas roll of my tongue
Like I perceived them
Like there my own
I’m warped
Please don’t think less of me
I had to work with what I had!
Now dad, please let go of me
Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 3:37 PM UTC
How Werid is it
That I have feelings for you
Of all people?
You took him from me
so you two could be happy
but since you and I started talking
You show no interest
but instead
You show it towards me
How weird is it
that even though i tried
to hate you when we first met
I end up being someone you like
How weird is it
That I
Reciprocate those feelings?
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 10:12 AM UTC
I know that you are nervous
I know that you are werid
I know that your smile makes me happy
I know that all eyes are on me
I know that your lips are mine
I know that you put blame on yourself
I know that your damaged with pain
I know that your quite
I know that you have unspoken words to say
I know that you want to rebuild
I know that you love hard
I know all of that and still have love for you .
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 3:18 PM UTC