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I am told bitterness and rage and envy are no way to live. That they’re sins. That they will only rot my heart and soul. I can’t be made to care, though.
Like a snake curled to strike In the dark it hides Coiling tightly to its prey
Bad news bends me down Like snow icing a birch tree How much more can I take before I break? Splintered into a thousand shards- I can't melt my heart anymore
What stories would old bones tell us? What stories would they sing? I can feel my soul screaming But my head won't let it in I wonder if it felt like this, Rome falling way back when.
Confusion and frustration are present We may be lost in the shuffle Just get it together immediately And move on the double Nothing but pandemonium Not a soul knows what is taking place
It is one moment that changes a life. I don't care about landmarks; This isn't what I speak of. In my head, there are echoes of kindness, Whispered softly but still heard.
Poison was her elixirAnd also her nightcap Thus her imaginations comingled with theories of machinations Many considered madcap Thus inward she withdrew from the garish world we live
Darkness appears When one is not sincere Nothing but a cloudy scenery As a result of the ambiguity Lots of chaos and confusion Along with frustration For it is better to be forthright
Who stole the light from your eyes? I would say don't give me that face But I know there must be a reason for it A reason I cannot solve Nor stop, Nor save
Soon she will march in through that door, And my head will be struck by the abrupt reminder, A painful thunderbolt reminding me of our repulsive love, The sight of her prompts the formation of indescribable feelings in me.
I am excising your soul from my body I hide the good scraps of us under your bones, So the gods will not deprive me of my memory. You bitterness I will discard, Your saccharine I will preserve.
Wounds, that illuminate...That spirit, that planted the seed…unknown!Just a biological relationship…is not a home.The soulknows you not…Depart from thee.
I want to say thank you. Thank you to the ones that have treated me poorly. That have taken my past and pointed it at my throat like a sharpened knife. We all make mistakes...
I had to pay, actually, to find myself. Didn't you? I had choices, I had to chose. I had fallen to the social norms. I lost my sanity,
Though my stars be dark and my spirit black It is not without reason that you find this lack Of empathy, pity, mercy, or care For others of similar gare. My stars were darkened by the sun
With all the cups you gave,
Feed me, feed me, morsels to the hungry, But many times you're missing The money, the money, dollars for my tummy, To go to filling something, Out of your happenstances Circumstances, giving me money, honey,
The snow softly kisses the earth
Stranger. Bitterness. Anger. Hurt. Because of your bitterness I am a stranger. Because of my hurt that makes me a stranger. Your anger at the world hurts me.
Every morning I sit on the table And everything looks so banal Until you sit with me on your silver tray Every morning I sit on the table And your fragrance fills up the air I drink your bitterness because
Drunk from the thoughts of last night,I can’t sober up.
Sometimes I just cant let go of all that anger I feel like I'm Iago Because I cant let it go Oh I feel for Othello I know everyone in my path feels the destruction of my rage Like a Shakespearian play
The Idea alone Is enough to infatuate. It inhabits your every thought Like Well….., An idea. You can see it Like it’s the present. Or at least the near future,
And everytime I want to speak your name I bite my tongue until I draw blood, so that bitterness is in my mouth as well as my heart.
My only regret is loving too much And succumbing to your poison touch. You make me weak with your scent. My mind’s a haze, my body’s spent. Your eyes, they cut me down to size,
With prefect subtlety It creeps in. Woven in the words that you speak; A part of the air that you breathe out.
The songs we heard under the wooden porch Are still carried in my ears – ringing something awful. Sighing anger is dead when we’re away and the Great, wet blue is hanging above – judging
The little girl who smiles as she skips to the store, you see her so happy, so sweet; But little do you know today shes happy because its the first time in weeks she hasn't been beat.
the irk of tumoil tosses me: a hell bound angel or a demon bound for heaven. unsure at times of which is which, a breath away from saving grace- lost in the scuttling winds of time,