The discomfort in such immorality. The words that stain the very lips you speak with.
The fists that write and express ideas turn feral. As each one is struck upon humans.
Such beauty you had with a pen in your hand expressing ideas of a true philosopher.
You lowered yourself. Its okay, Its not entirely your fault. You fell to emotions.
The useless things that shred down everything you’ve created when will isn’t strong enough.
I never blamed you for all these bruises. I never cried when you started.
I never screamed when you struck me. I just sat there waiting for you to vent out your problems.
Of course, I knew an apology would come not long after. It's okay, I believed at the time
that I deserved it. That I was the reason you were so unhappy. I believed I was the problem.
You lied to me. You lied to me. I think back now and realize its all your fault.
You gave me all these bruises, scrapes and emotion. You mutilated my trust in others.
You believed you were...What were the exact words?...Oh yes. “Toughening Me Up”
What a lot of nonsense you spoke. You did this to me because you had power. You knew of my;
Passiveness. Submission.
Mostly my silence,
You knew I would let you get away with it.
The one thing you never occurred was how you defeating me made me feel.
Its not like you cared. Your words are fake, a simple waste of air and oxygen.
At least, your feeding the trees with these manufactured words of apologies.
These tear-stained loops without a meaning.
It's okay, I’ve seen the light(or rather the dark) you presented to me.
I was so young. I was so naive. It's not my fault any longer.
You never helped me. You never will. You are pathetic like everyone like you.
Humans are such pathetic creatures. They are creatures that are so feral and immoral.
The flaws that human nature had and the flaws of the world became apparent to me.
You gave the harsh realities which made me grow up just a little to fast.
Even years later, you pretend nothing had happened.
You pretended I was your “equal” all along.
That was a lie, you can lie to yourself but not to me.
My unabridged malice creates a sphere in which you’ll learn the truth.
You’ll see it one day, on your dying day, when I’m vacant from your spot.
You die without seeing me watching and I’m smiling of your death.
Your end of which you so deserve.
Cruelty towards you is just something I consider normal
So before you speak, learn the truth. This world isn’t so happy. This world really isn’t so great.
This emotion, pain, and cruelty you showed towards me won’t be forgotten. It can’t be.
It’ll remain suppressed and untouched in the depths of my mind.
You made me an outcast. I never even touched upon your insults
You made me an outcast by growing up too fast. I got salvation from your twisted cruelty.
Now I am the one with the pencil who pens the works of great morbidity and darkness
Author notes
This is about bullying/ Abuse
Stories are meant to be kept behind doors.
My apologies on the prewrite matter, but I wasn't comprehending the whole Originality Prewrite thing because Imagination is 99% imitation.
This is my piece.
I hope you like it.
Sorry for the length. I hope it doesn't bore you.
love happens once in a lifetime. the difference lies in how many time you're willing to live in the time that you're alive.
A contest entry
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Oh my god, this poem almost brought me to tears...
Excellently written.
I can really relate to it.
You speak the blunt truth when people tend to shy away from it.
Keep writing!
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Hey there, firstly allow me to apologise for the late judgement of this contest, Two words, tre magnifique. Clearly some thought went into this piece, nice images, and an overall nice appeal even for a dark piece. Best of luck to you and sincere thanks for the entry and the read.
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This is very sad. It seems like it was hard to write, like dredging up so much muck from the bottom of the river, clouding the water again. The anger and sadness is palpable. I love the use of the term "Philosopher" here, both sarcastic and ironic. It gives this person's actions another facet entirely which is elaborated in the text.
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Whoa, it was good, magnifique! Beautiful as always, it portrayed such anger, btu the anger was controlled it seemed, like a dovtors scalpel. Very deadly. I liked the fact that you seem to get your revenge without being an outright prat. Way to go!
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i'm pretty sure it's a bad thing that i relate to the bully in this poem and not the victim....
very good write chryss, it touched me <3
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WOW!!! this was so powerful! i was completely blown away by this writing. amazing job!!! thanks for entering
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