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Evil Feels GoodShe could feel the anger boiling over in her chest, like a volcano ready to explode.
The condescending smirks being jived towards her, teasing and mocking
Fists clenched tightly as angry words were shouted back in forth.
She was not going to allow herself to be stepped on any more.
No longer would she be their scapegoat.
No longer would she be their worthless 'sibling'.
She hadn't meant for it to happen
but when he fell to the grown, her 'brother'.
She had stood there for a minute, watching his body convulse.
There was no guilt, no shame.
She could feel the satisfied revenge start to convulse through her veins.
And boy, did it feel so very amazing indeed.
I Hate You...I Love YouI hate you.
I despise you.
You are nothing but an annoyance in my life and all you do is get in my way.
You smile at me with that stupid smile of your's and it makes my blood boil.
I wish you would just disappear sometimes.
I want nothing more than for you to just die a horrible death!
Maybe then you wouldn't bear such a burden on my existence.
Actually, I've said that a lot lately haven't I.
You know though, I don't really mean it.
I don't hate you.
I don't despise you.
You are not an annoyance, and you never get in my way.
I love that stupid smile of your's.
I don't want you to disappear.
I don't want you to die a horrible death, I don't want you to die at all.
You're the only friend I have.
I know I said I hate you.
But now, that I'm sitting here all by myself, in this cold empty room, I realize...
I don't hate you.
Even if I tried, I can't hate you...
I regret it, all of it, every single word.
I didn't mean what I said.
Let me come back...
Forgive me for
The Many Beings I Have BeenIf I were to say one thing about life it's that we constantly change.
With every passing year we leave behind a past self and are reborn.
Those past selves stay with us and manifest as memories.
I can say a lot about my past selves, each one was different.
The first five can't be spoken for, they've all but nearly vanished from me.
I can say that the sixth me is where I started opening my eyes.
I contemplated the meaning of life without even knowing what that even meant.
"Why am I here? Why do I move? Why do I hear myself speak when I'm not talking?"
Those were questions I would ask myself.
The seventh me was outgoing and loving, constantly searching for friends.
The eighth me was stubborn and unknowing of the world.
The ninth me is were I began to change.
She had her heart torn from here by the ones closest to her.
She felt hatred and betrayal and had to bear her bitter tears alone.
The tenth me continued on.
Trying to mend the wounds the ninth one had passed on.
But she couldn't stit
UnrequitedI allowed myself to fall blindly in love with someone who barely even noticed me...
Such a silly little fool I was
In all honesty, if one were to ask how I came to have feelings for you, I couldn't answer.
Because I just didn't know
I wish I could have spoken the words I wanted to say.
But no, instead I would shyly observe him, biting my lower lip.
There were many occasions where I would consider writing my feelings on paper and harmlessly leave a heartfelt letter of confession in your locker.
But no, I never did take the chance, because the words could never express themselves properly.
I had to refuse a few people because of my love for you
About three in counting all of them dear friends
It pained me to hurt them, but I just didn't feel the same way for them.
The only person I liked was you.
I wish my love could have been more than simply one-sided.
I wish I could have been more than just a shy, scared little child who could have said so much, but
DanceSpinning and twirling, the two dancers, a man and woman, take center-stage.
Their movements graceful and synchronized like a machine in motion.
Their audience is taken aback as they watch the two, streamers on their sleeves catching light, leaving behind twinkles of light.
The two join hands and smile at one another, their feet seem to be floating.
A natural spotlight keeps its intensive focus on the two graceful beauties.
To them though, there is nothing but their movements and the sounds of music resonating through the air.
The two part and continue their synced movements with neither one mistake nor flaw of motion.
Truly, they have mastered perfection, for they made the rest of the festivities seem dull and monotonic.
Beauty and grace are personified within the dance floor; gentle smiles adorn the two dancers, showing their love for their art.
Sadly, though, the dance must end, with one final twirl the two come to a stop.
There are no cheers, just simple awestruck silenc
ShikouikiOne day, two little twins, a boy and girl, were born to a sickly mother.
The boy was born healthy and fit, but the second-born girl was born with no breath.
This nameless baby girl would ascend to the spirit world, where she would grow up, happy but slowly.
One day, the little girl asked herself,
"Who am I? For what reason did I even exist? Did anyone even love me?"
So this tiny soul decided to leave the world of spirits in search of someone who loved her.
As she explored through the other world, unseen by the living she would meet two young men.
One of them looked just like her.
The little girl, jealous of the happiness of the living, had decided that she too wanted to be a living person.
"I know," She thought, "I'll take his body as my own!"
So the little girl followed the look-alike man and his friend around wherever they went.
Following them into places unknown to even her, who came from a place overlooking all.
Over time, the little girl had lost track of her decision in her wonde
I AmI am single,
but I am loved.
I am not a genius,
but I am intelligent.
I am not breathtaking,
but I have beauty.
I am not a saint,
but I am kind.
To the world,
I am not perfect.
But for someone,
Don't pick a fight with an Artist
Don't pick a fight with an artist
Wanna fight pussy?
Give me yar best shot
Or will you throw a paintbrush at me?
I'm so scared- not
Excuse me? What did you say?
What is a punch you ask?
Of course let me tell you:
A blow with the fist- it's quite a simple task
Are y' gonna cwyyy?
I dunno what you just said
Why don't you let me show you?
I'll f****** punch you and then- boom- you're dead!?
Pardon? What did you ask?
You need a clearer definition?
Of course, let me show you
I'll demonstrate- with out your permission
Ouch! Hey no fair
Dude you are so gay
You write poetry
I'll make you f****** pay!
Discúlpeme? What did you mutter?
I'm gay? Is that what you said?
Perhaps you need some assistance, let me help
I'll be gentle I promise- I did need new ink! In the colour red<
All Her Little ThingsStop hating her for the littlest things.
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from..
Stop demanding her to do things,
Things she can't accomplish,
Things she can't imagine being done...
Stop lying to her,
Telling her you love her,
Want her, need her...
When all you've ever done is make her want to
Stop hating her for the littlest things.
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from...
When those little things you've done
Take her down...
The little things won't matter anymore.
lung canceri will die with your name on my lips
because there is nothing else i'll need to say.
you are my coffin, my funeral pyre.
as my bones disintegrate, popping and snapping,
you will greedily swallow my ashes
until nothing is left of me but secondhand smoke.
i've danced with you, love, across hospital tile,
the scent of antiseptic cloying as valentine's chocolate.
you dipped me into unconsciousness,
and i willingly closed my eyes.
the intrusion of your scalpel teeth no longer scares me.
you, my rigor mortis soul mate, always take me under.
your tent of frostbitten shelter pulls me down, an anchor,
while i gag on pills too abstract to save me.
forgive me, lungs, of my cigarette abuse,
but i've found happiness in a reaper's cloak.
i find comfort in these carcinogens.
i've made my nest in a swaying tree,
my body destroyed by the nauseous rocking.
they smile at me with pity in their eyes,
scribbling nonsense on those jaw-like clipboards.
their crisp, stark white world still has faith in me,
you've been dead for a year, my deari met you on december 21st,
the longest night of the year.
you had solstice eyes: cold, dark, alluring.
i knew you were not meant to last,
powerful as a gale but fragile as
the tulip stems you snapped,
a sickening cycle of you,
an overwhelming tidal wave.
they say two wrongs will never make a right,
but i made so many bad choices that
i wound up back where I began.
it was too easy to love you,
but getting you to love me back was impossible.
i clawed at your chest until I struck blood,
until my nails split into shards.
you were born a phantom,
and i, your corpse.
holding onto you felt like drowning in quicksand;
i fought but always sank into your arms.
i breathed in dirt, breathed in dust, and
found my organs choked with you,
smothered by your existence.
you sucked out my breath
every time i kissed you.
i died every day with your hand
knotted in my hair.
You left on june 21st,
the longest day of the year.
i bit down sorrow and deconstructed
the labyrinth within me,
the one you hadn't th
Mirror, MirrorMirror, mirror, on the wall,
Watch it crumble, break and fall.
Look at all the bloody glass,
How it reminds them of a severed past.
Watch a reflection slowly disappear,
Looking at all the shattered, crushed mirrors.
A breathless state of mind goes by,
Am I just alive or did I die?
Confused and in an awe,
Careless people unknown to what one saw.
Throat slit so one can't be unlocked,
Too bad the thoughts have become blocked.
Crimson splatters, dripping, breaking away,
Thou shall not know the feeling of all the pain.
Oh, Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Why did you crumble, break and fall?
Eye of the StormI believed I could make the wind blow,
and force the moon to shine at night,
create rainbows just by thinking,
and hold tea parties for fairies in July,
I was the queen of my own graceful lands.
Yet, I grew old and realized,
I am the kind of girl who'd trip and fall,
often for stepping on her own feet.
My crown of diamond and gold
now a rusted piece of bronze,
I lost my throne to treason, my kingdom to hate,
I became the eye of a hurricane,
loaded with mishaps I need to atone.
I felt the soft touches of angels,
and lost my own wings to demons who could crush stone.
Felt the scorching tears run so often,
I knew I must have hit bottom low.
I had nothing holy, no one to call dear,
but here I am, the starting point of my own storm.
I felt fear, clung to shadows,
encased my heart within marble walls,
and threw the keys that can unlock my soul.
So many chances I've lost with no love to seek,
and so many people I turned my back to.
I let the darkness gnaw through my bones.
A stranger walked up to me today...A man walked up to me and asked me for a cigarette… I told him I didn't smoke anymore, and he asked me why? ––I answered "because the person I used to smoke with, isn't around anymore", and he replied…"that's why I smoke."
A woman walked up to me and asked me for drugs, I replied "I have several in store…his eyes, his smile, his hands"…she whispered, "that's not a drug"…and I laughed as I said.. "if only you knew."
A child walked up to me today and asked me to play a game, I told them I was too tired to play games, i'd been playing for years, they replied…"then you must be a pro!", to which I said "yes…a pro at losing."
An old woman stared at me today, and I asked her…"is something wrong?" she answered "I was about to ask you the same question."
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
Years...Darkness...why is it when I open my eyes now...I can't see...?
Oh dear god...I've gone blind, haven't I?
How much time has past...how many years...?
Why haven't I seen your face at all in that time, love?
I thought we made a promise after...
I guess I had forgotten...
You were always the expert at letting promises break...
I was a stupid fool for trusting you...now after all these years...I finally realize...
You were a mistake...
You were always a mistake...
I sat on the bench...the cold wind blows my hair and scarf...
They say sin writes itself on a man's face...
I suppose I am a victim of this myself...
The years have not been kind on my once youthful face.
I try to count the years but it is immpossible...
My once perfect memory has faulted...I can't remember hardly anything anymore...
But there is one thing that always remains...
I was a stupid fool back then, you know.
Is it too late to ask of forgiveness...?
Are you even still alive...?
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