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She was one from the outer lands
with a myriad of creatures at her command
her voice could cut and stripe
that venus, that leader bleeder

She could vent passion like a solar flare
yet she looked so **** in her underwear
my sweet monster from outer space
sweet leader bleeder, no one could take her place

Her talented beauty
her manipulations a living art
she comes from the same place as myself
she is a true leader bleeder of the dark

If I had less time
I would truly finish this rhyme
but I'm a leader bleeder too
so really in all honesty, just love you


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Love is a concept
known to be red in hue;
an idea which fully maturated
when I bled for you.
Sleepy Sigh May 2011
I haven’t got a heart of gold,
Gold is too soft and beautiful.
The world sinks its teeth into gold
And leaves a bite mark for every hungry mouth
And I haven’t enough surface area to accommodate them all.

I have a heart of silver.
Let the wolves bite into that,
Let it stick in their teeth.
They will not break the skin.
The don’t deserve to see my blood,

My silver dragon’s blood,
Running down my head and chest,
Dripping and pooling in the darkness,
Shining and reflective
Like a thousand little moons
And worlds made of moons.

No, let them trade in gold.
My heart is ugly enough to survive
And beautiful enough to live.
They will not steal my blood to spend,
The will let it pool and lie
As unattainable stars lay in the sky.

If any other silver bleeder comes to claim me,
Let me be his and he mine.
If any blue-veined miner puts away his pick
And loves me without claim,
Let him be mine, I will not hurt him.

But if, God forbid, there is yet a man
Who bleeds gold and loves me for my blood,
I will love him to the reaches of my sky -
I will spend myself on him to the last cent -
For that is a claim that cannot be paid,
It is a love that would destroy me.
Dieter Muniz Oct 2011
We knew limited evil.
We base-valued desirable evil.
We unharness a nice, obedient, satan-tail.
She was fresh.
A raw, vile, unwashed beast.
A love-lorn evil bear.
She ate you so loud
-Idle Wrath
——————————————————————————————————
Would you believe,
I can’t lie?
She was a runner.
I was a bleeder.
She ran fast.
She was a love I’ll never know.
She was a debutante.
she was vaudeville.
I don’t believe
I’m losing it.
-Wild Heart
puritypuke Jun 2017
mommy I was born with the taste of blood in my mouth
tired from the moment i touched your arms
from fighting the fact that i already knew
i wouldn’t live to their expectations

i was raised with a fist made with steel
that came down on me in waves
mommy please i told you
i was tired from the fight

mommy dearest you are a fire bleeder
a destroyer of all the things i held close
i just want to sleep mommy please
i owe you nothing
you’ve taken everything
i think there's a word for it,
that explains the constant fear that i have
when you walk into the room
Trefild Jul 2023
one person said: "peace is nothing but illusion
all I want is retribution"
[from "Pure Power" by Zardonic]
that's something I can identify with, which is why
I decided to write this heap of lines
————————————————————————————————
on a shooting range in a boondock la[ɛ]nd
with gloves pU̲t on; sta[ɛ]nd
in front of an autocratic ruler chained
by his hands to two moola safes'
[greed]
handles looking way
like an old-fangled car directing wheel
[steering wheel]
have this die-hard fool restrained
so that he, more or less, is still
I'm not a scho[ɑ]lar who can wave
around a degree in the medics field
but it's obvi this high-hat dO̲U̲chebag's plagued
with megalomania in a neglected condition
but there's a dreadfully effectual treatment
and he'll get it like villains
quite a gruesome fate
is looming upon this power-befuddled ****
like darkened clouds that, beyo[ɑ]nd a doubt, are soon to rain
["dark end"]
like waveriders, he's go[ʌ]nna serve
["surf"]
as a punchbag for I'm in quite a mood to raze
gonna wI̲nd up as nada short
of a ****** loon today
like Battinson, clepe me Vengeance
but I'm more something like the Zorro-looking caped
anti-autocratic vigila[ɛ]nte
from the Norsefire-ruled UK
[V from "V For Vendetta"]
meets someone whose work field's tormenting
like victimizers who pertain
to LE in one tsar-sized off-putting state
[law enforcement]
you know, the one that's go[ɑ]t a putrid trait
of always posing as a side you shouldn't blame (it's all the West!)
(now, let's go back to the foul autocrat)
like a jerky boss that you disdain
I give this no[ɑ]b a cool g'day
by douching him from a bo[ɑ]ttle full of straight-
-fro[ʌ]m-a-cooler H2O; just a fE̲w secs break
for him, & once it's U̲p, I ****** this base
being fro[ʌ]m a stE̲wpot great
with **[ɑ]t-a## noodles aimed
into this hU̲mbug's stupid face
[the "hang noodles on the ears" expression]
pepper it with some ground 7-po[ɑ]t to boost the taste
feel how I, like a husband who betrayed
his devoted, yet testy, wife, get rudely gazed
at, racked, beda[ɛ]mned (by who?)
by food-lacking men from Africla[ɛ]nd
[Africa]
ask him: "is the provided food okay?"
zero gratitU̲de displayed
all that comes from this sno[ɑ]t's bazoo's complaint
but nO̲[ɑ]t that I'm surprised
a typical pro[ɑ]sperous gobshite
the tack priorly applied
I do the same with a bucket full of maroonish paint
[autocrats have blood on their hands, hence "maroonish paint"]
like that music producer famed for dull future bass
I put on his viscous head a **** bucket
[Marshmello]
whereafter pick a wedge up & drum it
[golf wedge]
and, like a heap, I barely get started
[worn-out car]
like an unprepped passenger on an insane car ride
with no seat restraints applied
he's about to have a way hard time
I'm a cosmetic surgeon that operates part-time
fix his blamed jawline in just twain sharp swipes
with a steel bat, then yield some keen slaps
that meet his kneecaps until the knees snap
like the Baba Yaga hitman detached
from his peaceful life by someone ge[ɪ]tting him mad
[John Wick]
get his nails removed
which is pretty much the same that you do
when you repaper a room
[wall nails]
having perforated his fingertips
I ge[ɪ]t 'em plastered
a few minutes later, I rip them things
off 'kin/sim. to wax strips
he gets his phA̲[eɪ]lanxes smitten with
a freaking ratchet
[rathet wrench]
pro[ɑ]b'ly, he regrets
that his bo[ɑ]dy's still not dead
pick U̲p a pistol, set
a drum-like clip in, get
it cocked, then shoot lead around his silhouette
till the clip has zero ammunition left
seems like this once co[ɑ]cky piece of dreck
has gotten his khaki chinos wet
but if I've go[ɑ]t him in a sweat
like a summer jo[ɑ]gger being dressed
in venthole-deficient threads
for this brash dude, there's bad news
like me when I write some sick bloodshed
sadly for him, I've not finished yet (uh-uh)
like a runner that's go[ɑ]t some distance left
to complete, & it's not as dark as things can get
'cause, like the heroine o[ʌ]f M. Streep in "Death
Becomes Her" after falling fro[ʌ]m that string of steps
I've got a somewhat twisted head
[Madeline Ashton; the staircase fall scene]
so consider this as an insult-to-inju[—]ry sesh
grab a brace of scissors
for garden mainte[—]nance; Richard
Trager comes into play; begin ta
amputate his fingers; operate at leisure
disarticulate 'em I̲nto twenty eight **** pieces
cauterizing the remains with illuminated cI̲gars
fling into his piggish face some tissues
and some pain relievers
tell this nazissistic patient "hE̲A̲l up"
["****" in the sense of being "severely intolerant or dictatorial"]
let him relax for eighteen minutes
over the spa[ɛ]n of whI̲ch I put on play "La Chica
Rockabilly" & some other ro[ɑ]ckabilly
jams to make the whole vibe a mite less grisly
like an NA brown bear that is gravely injured
["mightless grizzly"; North American]
(as, in fact, this tragic-fated bleeder)
whereafter spray him with a
["wither"]
can of gas & make his dicta—
—torial a## go ablaze akin ta
a straw-fabricated figure
during gala days at the late of winter
[Maslenitsa effigy]
telling this piece of trash "in case you wI̲[ɪ]nd up
in somewhat of Hades, give a
warm shalom to the infamous ******"
consider this autocratic ****
a sugar daddy's skirt
'cause he's gotten what he was asking for
————————————————————————————————
oh, & one thing more to say: the
nullified, like ruler's presiding terms, dictator
was known among some as "toilet sprayer"
like a scuttered urinator
"punishment of an autocrat" by TREF1LD (TRFLD) is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (to view a copy of this license, visit creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/4.0)
Once, when I was just a little girl,
I think it was my ankle,
I hurt it one way or another-
Kids will be kids, they say-
So I told my Daddy.
Well the best advice he had was,
“Just hurt something else- it’ll hurt less that way.”
It was never an injury
In their eyes
Unless it was a
Bleeder.

Once, when I was just a little girl,
Mommy was soo sad after having
Her little baby boys-
They call it ‘postpartum depression’
But I’ve always considered it regret and
Even now,
I still wonder,
If they ever wanted me.
I guess that’s the damage inflicted
By knowing that your siblings
Were all mistakes.

Once, when I was just a little girl,
Mommy would get these
Horrible headaches
So I choose silence-
I choose silence a long time ago-
And I haven’t found my voice since.

Once, when I was just a little girl,
Mommy and Daddy turned our house
Into a war zone-
Coming home was like an active tour of duty.
Two super powers constantly at ends-
Well, as you can imagine,
There was collateral damage,
And I can still see it in my brother’s eyes
Whenever Mommy raises her voice
Or a door slams a little too hard.

Once, when I was just a little girl,
I read a poem at school
About killing myself.
It’s funny that some other kids mom
Cared more than mine
For my wellbeing.
Because I still sport battle scars
And they’ve asked
And still did nothing
Even when I lied
Right to their faces.

Well, Once, when I was just a little girl,
My big brother died
And so did everything good
In the world.
Carlo C Gomez Aug 2021
~
I cast my net
                  into the tributary

and release into you, a seasonal swim,

I give to you a mother's color,
        as you recite
        infant hymns,

                    you're a bleeder
on the days sunfire meters out its origin,
                    you're my river

free and clear from the grip

      of anchorage,

                         my river,

drifted on to wherever
                       moon wishes glister

~
Jonny Angel Apr 2015
Fallen angel,
I can wait an eternity like this,
cut to the bone,
I have flayed myself.
See the red blood flow,
my heart chopped
into tiny pieces.
I want to kiss you,
feel the heat
emanating
from your lips
cut open.
R Clair Marsh Feb 2010
Momma was a bleeder
***** on the stairs outside the complex
Mainstays all unraveled
mildewed and rotting on the concrete decks

Her ceaseless curtain calls
belied the prescriptions for falling down

She was a butterfly hurricane comin’ from the coast
makin’ eddies swirl sanguine pools
Even Kruger wasn’t dumb enough to jump in her grey-outs
the guy simply walked away
Travis Coates Ate Bambi's Young with a Nice Chianti by R. Clair Marsh is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
Black Jewelz Oct 2016
Tell your leader
I am deranged,
Sick with fever
And out of range.

Tell my lover
That life has changed
And, undercover,
We are estranged.

Tell your neighbor
I am afraid,
I cannot stay for
The coming raid.

Tell your leader
I'm just a man,
A fellow bleeder.


Because you can.
Galib May 2018
Hey folks, Formula one is coming’ to our city,

Salute, it’s a hard track, drivers say’ what a pity,

Only best survive, others can’t make it…’ really,

Hey you, in Baku Circuit, you shouldn’t drive silly.



Baku race is cold shower; each turn is drama,

Drivers try faster; no accident is in agenda,

First turns are shocker, Williams is out of strada,

The show is not over, Force India is an addenda.



Ferrari goes *******, there is no place for a bore,

It pushes the brakes hard, why to speed up for?,

Whoever rushes badly, finds itself on the floor,

You wanted to take this track??, go to the next door.



Bulls are chasing, fighting for the fourth place,

They are friendly mates, well, that is not the case,

Sector one turn is here, Max do not leave any space,

Adventure is done for the race, Bulls are red in a face.



The Last laps on horison, Bottas is a leader,

His speed is excellent, Hami’s heart is bleeder,

Drama is not over; debris is an absolute killer,

Bottas is out of race, Hami is a surprise winner.



Baku city circuit is the best track of all times,

Fans are blessed with fun,… and adventure’ in each glance

Baku is a mystery, do not try to forecast,

Formula’s best drivers may find themselves on the grass,
I thought you hung the moon in night skies,
Polishing the stars on my skin,
A welkin soul a rose loves rain

In the sacred grove immortal chestnuts scattered at your base,
O rapture of hearts thirsty, lucid you proclaimed nectar redder wines,
Bitter was his blood weeping wine from branches high

Every rose word shed immortal tears, intoxicated I lay upon his soil,
Madness sweet devotion yearned in my bitter blood wine,
O dismay such tears did rain

Seared my flesh naked, stabbed stupid with thorns,
Whitherward I was to vanish once more, a parched rose,
O’er perfumed mounds his children breathe

Talent he mused, mental is the artistic bleeder,
Born in one single nights kiss,
Bitten you swallowed thy stars, his throaty laugh

Drown you clever ***** in amaranthine dreams,
He rode through my soul filled veins,
Repulsed as I sin, umbriferous from loves bright sun

Learn he played, his song be bound in mortal pain,
Live thee without thy rain,
A statue weeps rosy wine,

~ For Judas dances in bleeding rain ~


© Arnay Rumens /A Sol Poet N 2014
When love of Judas is evil, his mouth, his words of the most divine sweetness, yet possesses a dry body.  Promises a mere intention less, a night spider spins it's empty beating web..... Beware a poet for they live in dreams and break mortal hearts.
I come not for the joyful,
Who have a song to sing.
And I am not the kind
Who will leave you smiling.
Rather, I'm the kind of singer
Who looks to pierce you to the core.
I'm probably not who you're looking for-
I'm a heavy kinda soul

Cause I'm a bleeder,
And I'm a dreamer
I wear my heart out on my ragged sleeve-
I'm a heavy kinda soul.
     Happiness just ain't my thing,
And peace is always far away
Smiles are as rare as a desert breeze,
Cause I'm a heavy kinda soul.

I don't want to entertain you
I want to touch your heart.
I am the voice for the broken,
Hiding in the dark.
Maybe the only other one
Who understands the Darker Road-
Cause I'm a heavy kinda soul.

Cause I'm a bleeder,
And I'm a dreamer
I wear my heart out on my ragged sleeve-
I'm a heavy kinda soul.
     Happiness just ain't my thing,
And peace is always far away
Smiles are as rare as a desert breeze,
Cause I'm a heavy kinda soul.

If you hear me,
Would please weep too?
Would you let me know that I'm not alone?
I want to give the broken, a song they can call their own,
But I'm so broken too.
Cause I'm a heavy kind of soul.
Almost everyone I know tells me I need to write happier poetry and happier music. I'm told I'm too sad. And I need to find Joy. Well, if that's how you feel, I'm not talking to you. I'm not going to able to change who I am- I'm a heavy kinda soul and I sing to those who bear this weight as well.
I was bumming
around Halifax town,
it was dusk, or there about.

Getting cold and
in need of shelter,
I entered an old abandon apartment
that was toasted to in the worst of ways.
All to make room for progress.

There scrawled on
what would have been
the living room wall...

The words written in blood,
the funniest thing,
it read...

'Dyslexic's of the World.. Untie'

I knew I was home for the night,
no big deal, if the bleeder came back
at least he had a sense of humour.
N R Whyte Jan 2013
a white white round witch
ice witch
ice white round which witch white ice

a black bleeding bleeder bleeding flat
black and bleeding
bleeds black and blackening flat

a white ice witch bleeds flat round black
Erik Behrans Feb 2013
The seeker the loner the lover the keeper
The thrower the catcher the leaper
The believer the stoner the beater
The busser the cleaner the waiter
The water the sinker the caster the bleeder
The runner the stunner the teacher the preacher
The heater the steeper the meeker the feature the
Sliding the slipping and sloshing and
Crawling and creeping and cutting and kissing
Dishing and wining and dining and hissing
Looking and seeing believing and breeding
Heaving mashing heaping seeding
Feeding flooding fretting keeping
Shining a lining flowing and flipping
Tripping sipping showing shipping
Beating the beat of the poem of the people
JL Jan 2012
Ok, doll eyes
Don't get all worried
I'm a nobody
Just a fly upon the wall
I have a face with only
Forgetful features
I'm a one night stand
Just some guy bumming smokes off fate
I never jump right in
I just circle the water
Testing it for ph levels
Testing for temperature
I stand up shaking the dripping thermometer
"Yeah go on in the waters fine"
I would rather be in the corner getting drunk alone
Watching God and the devil at war
Just an eye
Watching the goings on
I won't say that maybe
I test fate
Ok...I always do
Running off at the mouth
Saying too much
Listening too little
I don't sit there and watch the devil fight God
I jump in and lay into God's jaw
Breaking a chair on the devils groin
I'm a bleeder
A scrapper
A lover
A Mystic
A drunk
A scientist
A wizard
A thief
A warden
A friend
I just want to be everything for you
I can be all the right things
I can be all the right times
I can take a hint
Or leave it
One time I asked to pass on who wants to be a millionare
:.........on the one million dollar question
So here is your one million dollar question
In riddle  form:
What has two blue eyes
That see only good
Two white hands
That only show love
And one beating heart that wants nothing more than to tell you the truth
TheConcretePoet Feb 2021
tragic is sadness-

when it bleeds and is in need-

of a tourniquet-


'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
👷🏻‍♂️
((There is so much))
I feel like a flame in a freezer
((I want to touch))
Hurry, hurry, she's a bleeder
Valerie Csorba Feb 2014
Ten in the morning at the table without you,
still waiting for recognition, but you're gone.
It's the same **** on a different day,
and I know you'll be back tomorrow screaming you were wrong.

You left me as a burning flame,
saying not a word.
I heard those ******* keys fumble
as you rushed out of the door.
I'm not a ******* puppet,
I don't have any strings.
I'd like to hear you tell me
you've heard a puppet sing.
No, I'm not Cinderella,
I'm not wearing any rags.
I certainly don't clean the floors
for some ungrateful hags.
I'm not a tiny trinket
that you can just abuse.
I'm a ******* human
that you really shouldn't use.
No, you never loved me
you said that so yourself.
You just keep me as a toy
that you can put upon a shelf.

And now here you are, right outside my door
in a drunken stupour, struggling with the lock.
But the door was left wide open
at a dark hour on the clock.

I'm not ******* perfect
but you're just so much worse.
You argue with me *******
like I'm a ******* curse.
You don't ******* love me,
that's exactly what you said.
You'd love to see me choking.
You'd love to see me dead.
Your words are like a knife
stabbing through my heart,
but it's your ******* fault
that you used me from the start.
You're a pretty bleeder, dear.
Your head is on my floor.
You shouldn't have ever left me
or closed that ******* door.
DC raw love Mar 2015
This lonely girl in the push up bra
Her blood stains on the bathroom walls

If you look at her and grab her eye
She plays for keeps, yet she is meek

Close your eye’s when you kiss her
She’ll scar you with her sarcastic gleam  

She’ll lick your heart just to be tasten
She’ll take your money that’s her taken

She softly says goodbye, I’ll see you later
The shock waves she gave, keeps you shaken

This girl you used is a professional bleeder
She hurts from within and is always faking
Shades On Inside Apr 2013
Too lonely tonight.
To bow out of the fight.
See how close you've come to death?
Discover what you've lost and what you (have) left.
These things don’t happen everyday
When you realize how far you have
to fall.
Out there all alone.
To stay or to go home.
Don’t forget to find a place to soften your soul.
Do what you should. Do you what you’re told.
These things don’t happen everyday
When you realize how far you have
to fall.
Not enough.
Was it really that tough?
Opening scars you don’t want to heal.
To expel pain you try but cannot feel,
These things don’t happen everyday
When you realize how far you have
to fall.
Found the door.
You know what you said this was for?
Emptiness I can feed her.
It’s OK you've always been a bleeder.
These things seem to happen everyday
When you realize how far you have
to fall.
Jane Smith Apr 2021
Strange, there is a shadow cross the graveyard,
And they gaze wistfully back to me.
In their hands a sparkling poem,
Bleeder of flesh and life alike.
He rounds the headstone draped in sable,
His pace matched by the lines I sowed,
Kneels among the dirt and mourners,
Leans forward embracing me, melancholy.
Whispers sweet nothings and forlorn promises,
Buried together under the Earth.
Her kiss so lone, condemned her tears.
And she departs, hastily as the blood fell.
Slowly as the dark became null.
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Hello poetry
Is a place
For dreamers, realist's, believers, trolls, soul's, spirit's, tarot's, screamer's, bleeder's, laugher's, cryer's, want's, desire's haiku's, free writing, anger, love inviting, all enticing, all poetry, Shakespearian's, poe-soul's, lord of the ring readee's, fashionista's, prophetic poetry, weirdies, goofies, strange one's, disgusting things....
All real
All MAKE BELIEVE...........
This is a place
Called hello poetry.......
And as for me
I'm just writing for mine queen....
btp Mar 2019
I tried talking online,
I tried breaking my spine,
I tried eating like a swine,
I tried waiting for a sign,
I just want you to be mine.

I tried finding a girl,
I tried jumping in life's swirl,
I jump further the more I sink,
I feel scared but don't even blink,
I like milky skin, with accents of pink,
I tried connecting but can't find a link.

I know what I want but I probably don't,
I think I'm sick but can't find an antidote,
I wanna jump in front of a car on a busy road,
I should but right now I'm tasting some self-loathe.

Besides, I'm writing this,
You should be here, you don't know what I miss,
The last one, to end the night,
Please stay with me, for I feel so much fright,
And I feel like I'm blessed with blight,
Yes you, you wonderful reader,
You probably are, also a bleeder.

Please love me.
Mike Hauser Oct 2017
He's a bleeder
But only from the heart
You can easily see it
As it always leaves a mark

A deceiver
When he says that he's okay
As the mark upon his heart
Never goes away
Poetic T Jun 2020
Weaved darkly within the veins of
the page,
          the ink bleed when
I read you
the last breath before papercutting
                    the last words from your


windpipe...
    
the ink just bleed on the page, smudging
          your last meaningful words.

Sorry I should have really removed
        my hand so you could scream..

But silence is bliss
and I you were a bleeder..
                 I had to wash you off me....

And that was a lot of soap...
Mike Hauser Aug 2020
These days I'm in
I'm so thin-skinned
You can look but do not touch me

It's no use
I bleed and bruise
Like a crying boys skinned knee

This getting old
Is getting old
With how old plays for keeps

My youth I'd miss
The only problem is
I've about lost that memory

Which brings me back
To the fact
Of all my cuts and scrapes

As I look at them
Not remembering when
Or how they made their way

To adorn
This body worn
From years of foolish games

With no thought about
This bleeding out
I do every single day
Absent Moniker Apr 2016
Lover
I loved you,
I cared for you,
I lived for us,
And you broke me,
You said it didn't matter,
You said I could do better

Bleeder
I cried for you,
I missed you,
I longed for you,
And you ignored me,
You said I should move forward,
You said I shouldn't have bothered

Sleeper
I faced solitude without you,
I faced loveless *** without you,
I faced starless skies without you,
And you never heard me,
I decided to pursue a better self,
I decided to forgive myself

Searcher
I found myself without you,
I loved myself without you,
I moved forward without you,
And you'll never know this me,
I decided to put myself first,
And quickly I became best,
I decided to love wholly again,
And realised that you were my bane

Believer
Now I travel 16 hours to new places,
Finding adventure in new faces,
Now I spend time amongst friends,
In them my soul has been cleansed,
Now I am the picture of love and composure
So I thank you for you made better, stronger
Andrew Rueter Nov 2018
It’s eating prey
Time of day
Enter fray
Rent or stay
Gents who play
Bent the game
Their dented brain
Centered pain
And mentored shame
As inventors of rain

A mad goon
Raccoon
Attack looms
I’ll crack too
From flak flumes
Under black moons
That lack hues
To track clues
So I stack blues
To attract feuds
With a knack to lose
Looking back to you
I see a path to choose
With a wrathful queue
Remembering old news
Stomping a bold shoe
The way the cold do
Using a honed broom
To get me to fold soon
And grab the gold spoon
From your sold room
That holds doom

A habit teacher
Rabid creature’s
Static bleeder
Rapid feature
Fed me ether
Yet no relief for
My silent grief core
That starts to seethe more
After I have seen the door
To your seasoned store
Closed for sure

A saline
Daydream
Grays beams
Of light streams
So my plight seems
Like a night scene
But my fright means
That my sight’s been
Judged rightly

I’m decomposing
Juxtaposing
My lust with posing
For the trust I’m hosing
Of dust deposing
Varmint nosing

Lost and found
In the ground
Safe and sound
Except for hounds
Who’s sharpened crowns
Lie in darkened frowns
As they roam the town
That exists underground
They belong in the pound
So I can peacefully drown
Nadine Mar 2019
You get onto my ugly side
Cause in you no one can confide
You full of stories lies and hate
I leave you to your lonely fate

Your a nasty man you has no shame
You walk around and respect your claim
You don't deserve the love your shown
For you my animosity has grown

You act so stupid and naive
While wicked plans you have up your sleeve
You take the whole wide world for a fool
And make plans of deceit so cruel

You have two faces I've seen both
You old man, I truely loathe
You scheam and plan your under hand
Satan is your biggest fan

Never grateful not even thankful
Yet always demanding and a handful
You for ever always playing cry wolf
You think your plans are all foul proof

You go about your nosey days
Always stead fast in your ways
You take and take and never give
Till one day on your own you'll live

You put on such a perfect front
But we see though you, you old runt
You play the part of a perfect been
But your hands are far from clean

You have no shame in wat you do
You don't care who you hurt or *****
Your a back stabbers a two faced scrooge
Your pockets small you ugliness huge

You prance a round so cunnng and free
While in your eye an evil glee
But time is cruel and the wicked always fall
So while you can keep walking tall

You make your plans in quite places
Thinking that you leave no traces
But things have the strangest ways
Of ******* up your happy days

You decide and want it all your way
You think this game for ever you'll play
When it turns out not wat you want
Then you put on this im so sorry front

You demand and order and manipulate
Lets watch you fall to your nasty fate
It's always your way and wat you want
Your under handed nasty and blunt

I watch how others try so hard
Yet you play the cruelest dirtiest card
You tear down people and make them small
To make your self seem up right and tall

Ive never seen one quiet like you
Connive and manipulate like you do
You don't care who you break to get there
Who's heart you trod on break or tear

Theres always something new with you
You just want and others must always do
You know no thank you or even please
The things you steal you think no one see

Look around you know one cares
So throw a fuss let your anger flare
You keep hurting the ones I love
There pain fits you like a glove

I ain't gonna sit back no more
And watch how you make others sore
Cause two you see can play your game
And trust me I don't feel much shame

You are walking down a lonely street
Cause everyone you have to cheat
You like a bleeder and a drainer
To your love ones you are but a stranger
Father, evil, nasty, back stabber, ugly, cunning, old man, wicked, naive,
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Faizel Farzee Feb 2021
It was a day in November, that sad journey a walk to remember
Through tear stained eyes, worst day of my life if I measured
You were priceless, flowing river of a lost kings treasure
Immeasurable, you made me want to be better
In this world of pain , you are my only pleasure
Through storms we weathered, separable never

Your deceit, left me feverish, running a fever
Withdrawal from your love left my heart with a seizure
Broken a bleeder, bleeding for your love I crave every instant

My attempt to put up resistance futile as you I could never resist
Even though we distant I still crave your essence
I know you not here but I still feel your presence
In Perfect memories we still together under pretense

Our love that's now severed
Bleeds from the seams death where it's headed
Our red thread of fate beheaded
Our love lust dejected like it was your initial endeavor

Whatever!

The black scar on my heart, how you will always be remembered
played with my heart, I hope my saddened tears you savored
Wolf in sheep clothing, you were never my shepherd

I break free from terror
I will no longer be tethered

I will love you forever
Straggler wondering a barren sea frothing at the seams,
Chatter coming from beneath the ice, hearing distant screams,

Burning freeze upon his bare feet,
Icy feeling like concrete,
Yearning for warmth as he is uneased,
No escape from frozen sheets.

He was just in paradise back and forth twice,
Closed from the mind he is now lost in time,
Intertwining thoughts just won't stop,
His propose in frost is capsulated and lost.

Once a visionary leader and naturally loves healer,
Far from the beach listening to those who screech he's now a fellow bleeder,
Lowered by others demeanor who assimilate as deaths cleaver.

The air is heavy with a deathly starry medley,
making him a shallow breather choked by the reaper,
But being a believer from ghosts past into the darkness,
perpetuates a dreadful fever upon his worn carcass.

Frozen lost slipping on froth,
His monks cloth now colored to goth,
His soul is crossed which will never defrost,
Melting ambitions are glossed by the frost.

Wondering lost and abused he is misused, his decaying flickering spirit Bemused,
Never to regain a path forward he's consumed,
Walking backwards in life his path never concludes.

— The End —