the start of the conversation, and you're yelling,
"where has your *** been,"

  he gives you headaches, you're
                addicted to aspirins.

but really what you're asking him,
is whether he was out with the boys relaxing —

he always says, "no, I was just running late"

you tell him straight,
"listen here boy, please stop feeding
me more lies,
              I'm fasting"

For some reason..
I hate you with all my guts
but
I want you to like me
and admire my presence
Yearn for my attention, sir
as I grumble at you from across the hallway..

The skies ring out like church bells,
Hollow
When I pray He make me righteous
Faith has only given,
Sorrow
For hate is warped into its fabric

The scriptures are the tongue,
Divine
I never listened how I should have
They go against this body,
Mine
I'm weeping for the child I left


Are holly lies better than this sin,
Love?
Which is most hated by the godly
So declare the Heavens,
Above
Nobody hates me as the faithful love me

sometimes I wish you could make someone take back something they said
because as soon as they did,
the image you had of them in your mind explodes in an instant,
they are just like Them after all,
there’s the hate and prejudice and refusal to have empathy for others that seems to flow so freely these days,
no where feels safe anymore in a world where the people you love are part of the problem

I wish I didn’t hate you
As much as I loved you
I wish our relationship was easy,
Just as sisterhood is supposed to be

I wish you didn’t get so angry
And your rage didn’t feel so routine
I wish I didn’t have to think twice
Before listening to you, wondering
If your story’s a lie, or just your warped,
Narcissistic truth

I wish this felt more like family,
And we didn’t have to talk behind your back
I wish you were happier, and freer
And less controlled by your anger

I wish you didn’t self-sabotage after
Every good thing
I wish you didn’t love me so much
Because maybe then, it would be easier

In the once noble house,
almost all is taken except
The walls, the lath, now held on
by a cleat of wood and lace
that redeems the letcher,
denizen of Sussex wetlands.
Of late the chalet is latched
only by hate, and the letch
chats with outlaws in the storm's eclat
of thunder far off.
No knights or maidens remain,
nor any ruler of demesne
and the treasure is born
off to other kingdoms.
The well is dry and
fields are bare.
And in the end, all depart.
leaving doors open to the wind
and gate down to the woods.
And broken the way
down to the sea.

I have this overwhelming feeling of not figuring something out in this short time we call life.
It's omniscient feeling of a overwhelming discovery of nature, physics, celestial bodies of life.
Living now, wondering of worry makes it feel a lost cause:
Time to let in...Let Go.....And Let Be What Will Be!!!!!

By Arcassin B

Childhood was complicated,
And the dirt was washed away and,
So many things made me frustrated,
Many things had me jaded,
shrouded in all this hatred,
Living here in the Matrix,
Not one decent person came into my life and made me sane,

There is no yoooooooouuu,
You just pretennnnnnnd,
Only got meeeeeeeee,
Your cycle ennnnnnnnds....