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Disappear for a while and allow yourself to remember who you are, Allow yourself to embrace every single one of your scars. Remember who you truly are and where you have come from,
I've never had my head spin and blank out so hard,Never tried to stay awake for nights,Because the darkness was absolutely terrifyng,The ones you trust become an unsure thing,
I hate the games that our generation likes to play, And it has made me lose faith in trying to find love someday. Because no one can actually choose to say how they feel,
So I guess I gave you the benefit of the doubt and I gave you too much credit, And I wish I could go back to the start of our story and provide it with a few edits.
When we met, things were falling apart, And you were the only one who was able to help me heal from the start. When my world was ending, you made me believe in hope and love once again,
Fuck all of you for constantly making me feel this way, For needing to fight the urge to end it every single day. Fuck you for constantly making me need to be the bigger person,
And just like before, everything started off fine, And I decided to overlook everything and ignore all of the signs. That just like everyone else you are batshit crazy,
Thing always seem to get hard right before the miracles occur, And sometimes it is easier to wish for things to go back to how they once were.
You really thought I would give you the privilege to stop me, But you have no idea who I am and the person that I am trying to be. You so badly wanted to believe that I was broken,
Sometimes the best thing you can do is let go of what you know is no good for you, But, even though it is the best, it is also the hardest thing that you have to do.
I always thought that if you were the one to back down, it meant that you couldn't take it, And that if you were the one who chose to walk away, all it really meant that you decided to quit.
It was the most horrible thing I've ever seen.I was murdered 100 years ago on Halloween.A man accused me of vandalizing his house but I didn't do it.I told him that I was innocent but sadly, I could not prove it.
A suitcase was left on my porch that was full of body parts.When I learned whose body it was, it really broke my heart.I burst into tears when I learned that it was my son.I hunted the killer down and shot him with my gun.
(This is a sequel to my poem "Cheating Spouse")
I learned to stay passive, like the times grown eyes watch when threats were attaching to me until a lack of breath. They pour more pain then I suck it up to toughen up. But I always feel weeker because it comes closer to my agony.I stay in my pla
Tic Toc Tic Toc Life is lived by the clock
When writing this poem/song, I took inspiration from the greatest rapper of our time (in my opinion), Tupac Amaru Shakur/also known by his stage alias, “2PAC” while listening to arguably his most popular diss song called “Hit
i don't belive in justice as if the intangible thing you stole from me  could be replaced with an apology and time
You, my dear, are nothing special. No more significant than the dust On your unread books.    No more important than the stale  Ambition in your eyes, Or the grey clouds in the sky.  
I am your burden The God you called out to that did not answer They failed me for the final time I came begging on my knees Skin torn and bleeding Having walked thousands and thousand of miles
Karma will come for those who are lost Karma will come for those who have a cost Everyone's done wrong, for justice there's mercy for none. There's no point in hiding from the scales of judgement,
Putrid fumes were emitted throughout the 7 gardens of Ardenia-- The matrix of hedges led to a different pathway Scattered along the periphery of the Nutbush Alexandria Malitissa --
Before this pyre we stand my son, Within this hallowed shrine. Gods, let the flames be seen throughout Hispania one last time.  
The babes of my breasts have left the wombs of there mother's hollow and barren In refusal of a world that no longer bears my fruit
I'll cut you off. It'll be easy. Like a wart from flesh, though not as fresh, I relish the day that you confess,   As I step on stage, wearing the very same dress, I wore that day when you professed,
What drugs made you think of me, My helpful little helper bee? The pollination of disease, Upon your naked worm I feed,   I wish that I could free your soul, My whirly, girly, rolly-poll,
In the Jungle, there is a mystery of darkness and wonders; There is a war between a mighty beast and a man. They kill for pleasure and for vengeance;
you think you can play with my heart boy i’m not a fucking harp. you think u can treat me like shit sexualize me just to submit. i’m not a part of your little game, your big charade
The things you said were more than words: Those evil barbs you fired my way Were meant to hurt, to crush my pride So stunned, I had no words to say - I took one on the chin and once
SAINT MARY OF THE SEA POSTS A LETTER: TO THE SIREN HUNTERS, BE WARNED        i saw            what    you   did when  you     made         sure    no   one was      looking
The King of Ash I am the King of Ash, And the King of Ash is me. All around, The scorched ground, Tells of  awful travesty.   Embers crackle underfoot,
You wanted to screw me over? Tear me open to tear me apart. Well, guess what? You’re the only one getting that part. I’ve got wit, class, skill, Ready for the kill. You’ve got charm, lies, an arsenal
Monkey see monkey do, Monkey's gonna murder you. Monkey knows the way you sneak, Sees the company you keep. With a collar around her throat,  Monkey's gonna make you choke.  Monkey see monkey do,
Pin prick after pin prick and thread after thread, we are nothing more then stitched smiles onto burlap faces that sit on workbenches of lost people. These chapped-lipped apologies seem stuffed and overflowing,
Once upon a dead man’s dying wishMy war waging, a blade to my heartFriend’s we once called,I to youYou to IThen by what calamity bringsYou call to our loved ones,Justification, brittle
I wish to paint your carcass black, Show you all the dark thoughts I've ever had. I wish to tear you limb from limb, Use my anger To show you the pain I'm in.  
Eden was never a symbol of perfection Aphrodite was never a symbol of love Love to the Greeks meant madness, meant that someone had fallen too far  
Knew he wasn't the one first time that I met him Wondered how many girls he couldn't haunt  But if he's a jerk then I can be a beach Killing his reputation for revenge 
once upon a time  our lives were intertwined the right way the love we had so sticky sweet rich like batido de mamay* flower garlands  lockets  locked hands
I. Heavens flicker and take fire. The Earth takes its final breath Trembling, Stained, Defiled. Dreams gained with certain loss
Once upon a time...There lived an ogre in the clouds. He had all the money in the world from a golden hen, He had the loviest music in the world from a golden harp.
I waited there for hours, You said he would be here. I can’t believe I listened, But I won’t shed another tear.   You have hurt me for years now; You promised me a new man.
The clock strikes 2 am As I wait for him To blow down the doors The phone rings That is probably him I answer it It was not my husband Rushing downtown I run through the doors
that crawling feeling when you're feeling all alone that buzzes from the depths of your soul to the teeth in your skull to the tips of your fingers, bouncing on the keys,
Thank you for the help Every day I walked in to your room you looked at me with wrath Any paper I gave you, it was not good enough
Could you ever get it through your head that the love I have for you was realIt wasn't something that just magically appeared and knowing that the love I use to have for you is gone is what brings me to so many tears I can't help but to cry a pudd
On the night spirits rush outside of the door The fire grows larger, singeing the floor His heartbeat grows faster, denying his will
Starting now, She shifts in disconsolate fear. Days passing one after another, It seemed time encumbered her thoughts. Faces tell her she is alone. She forgets faces.   Years now,
O Hunter ! Beware of the fury of a wounded tigress for if not treated with love and care
"The shadows are long The shadows are dark They always lurk They leave no mark  The shadows are big The shadows are deep The shadows fall As the world sleeps The shadows return
The beast is inside, the opposite path marking his deadly ascent                     All I could feel now at this moment is the raging fury I feel upon seeing the bones of those who failed before me
Gen’rally, as pirates go There’s something that you ought to know If you’re looking for some friendly sands, Don’t winter down at Ireland   There’s a Scottish Scourge, by name MacCaddock 
Instead ofbeing the onewho hurts,Becomes the onegetting hurt. Embrace, this is me.No.
Singer 1: It hurts me to hurt others And you deserve my pain As much as you deserve A trip on heaven's train   Singer 2: My anger's hit its tragic end But I'm more hurt inside
The Dreams of Tomorrow Contest entry for Payne County Youth Services 2015, 8th annual contest. As of 12/12/15, results and placements have not been released yet. When they are, I’ll post that in an edit if I placed.
Your beauty was overwhelming and your smile seductive. The words you used were endearing but destructive. My days with you were fantasies, and now my days alone are torture.
I'm a liar. I'm a fake. I plant a kiss on his lips, A smile on my face. I don't care. I play hard. Rumors spread Cut like glass shards.   I'm a liar. I'm a fake.
A spark then a flame. A fire
Have you ever met the devil? 
I don't want to be the fire burning gold and dancing through your veins,
                                              Tiptoes, softly, gently steering he towards me, and me I'm fearing thief of childhood ever nearing   INNOCENCE OF 8 EYES DIE
I am a venomous snake in the tall grass Waiting to strike and kill those who pass Acid is weak compared to me That corrodes and decays peace and glee
We played a game. It's called "love". The rule is simple: whoever falls first, loses. I played honest, and you played a role. That's how you won.
Just stand there
The screaming has ceased
When I'm gone they'll say they loved me They'll claim they had no hate But the reason that I'm dead Is because they came too late The ground will cover me now As they gather 'round to watch
Take solace in rage
You have my heart,
So tired o
I would like to cordially invite you to dinner.   Goblets filled with putrid blood,  
Confrontations in every conversation
I saw my chance and took it, chopped him down. He did not see me coming, the old clown. How could he? I was carful and meticulous studied for weeks I did, oh the wickedness of me.
Surprising how easy I fall,
On the bed and on the bathroom counter I lost track of time, maybe two hours? I completely devoured the passion you were incredibly lacking and got a high of pure satisfaction
His carefully constructed kingdom of sand 
The waves of fire, roll across the sky. The stained ebony river flows beneath the bridge, that bears witness to  a murder. And the  frightened elderly man- the eyewitness to the 
To loose such ties is something that I can’t explain.
all i have is this yellow chair. it's dusty and chipped, and from god-knows-where. it was sitting in a pile of your shit. i think i stole it from you when we split.
It is said to be best served cold. It grows in your soul incripting like mold. Such a sinister idea, an evil from the inside. From the dawn of time to present day. It infects everyone of us worldwide.
Sometimes little things remind me of you and the horrid things that I'd like to do  like get Brittany Perry to fuck your boyfriend or beat you to death over and over again 
The power of revenge can overwhelm ones heart.... it can fill you with rage and hatred and tear you apart... sometimes revenge is like cold water on the hottest summer day...
My heart is of a cold bottomless chasm  Ever since you left me in this barren and wretched world I seek for your comfort and embrace Yet, everything is still in my way
It's been almost a year And I'm still crazy All of the memories you've left me Haven't become foggy or hazy. I hate you, God, do I hate you And your perfect life Leaving me broken in my garage--
766509, please raise your hand. To the school I was but a number, feeding money into the stands. What I say I mean quiet literally because money is all that mattered. The students saftey, or ablity to learn
Careful, now, I daydream softly, As the clock strikes one by one, Only a lifetime 'til that saintly bell tolls, but until then, the prisoners must suffer. I hear the voice that makes my starry mind pucker,
Isn't she beautiful? Tall, lean, full of youth. Full of confidence in her Blood red dress. No one knows her, But everyone wants to, Her past consumes her, Too much to bare as
  What a beautiful color, red, she said And smashed it down with her hand Orange is pleasant as well, I can tell! And crushed it according to plan. Green, so keen, a fervent shade
Label me, bitch. Dyke. Fag. Tranny. Label me, bitch. Freak. Creep. Queer. Label me, bitch. Geek. Dork. Fuck up. Label me, bitch. Whore. Slut.
She paints her lips rouge Donning the black dress and matching hat Putting on pumps and a veil She is going to a funeral Bidding farewell to her final betrayal   This entity has no heartbeat
This is it. That moment you have waited for Your whole life! So why is it joy you feign? And tears you shyly wipe clear, From your eyes? Is it not glorious? As fulfilling,
Amidst gothic bewitchery and roaring seascape, I delve into the cryptic conscience of primal instinct, shadows sprawled behind, mouth agape, Of trivial human things I could hardly think.
Burning, Blazing, Blistering. The sweet taste of revenge Coats every inch of my throat. Scorching, Searing, Sizzling. Eyes on fire, I can't breathe. My target is all I see. Seeking you out.
On a chilly Autumn’s night With the fire burning bright Two lovers are lost from sight And a crow takes its flight. One year later The crow returns While in the distance The fires still burn.
If failure had a word, I guess it would be me, You crushed me, Destroyed my confidence, When you didn't even give me a chance. What do you know about hardship? About art?
One, two, three Step on me four, five, six Grab some sticks seven, eight, nine Now you're mine ten, eleven, twelve See you all in hell.
You’re a disgrace Every time I see your face You get replace instead of misplace For your actions that took place` You nutcase with no race I will retrace your birthplace And efface it off this space
Death to my right hand He has betrayed me He lied, stole And crushed my soul Hmm that was smart No one messes with me I'd kill you myself If I knew where to go You can't run forever
Doubt, doubt, whine and pout Sore, sore, because you know nothing anymore
Theres one thing i've learned about love, They never come with protection, So we are all forced to go raw. I was forced to fall in love with myself, Simply because nobody else will.
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