I'm sick of your friggin face,
poppin up in my head,
smiling innocently against a blue sky,
happy as the clouds,
lazily wandering through,
as though you have nothing better to do,
than make me jealous,
envious of the boys,
pursuing your pretty little frame,
and big brown eyes,
I hope it kills you.
Truth tells me,
I'm better off,
and you're destined to do it again,
but I can't help but wonder,
was i wrong to hate you,
or right to dispose of you?
I hope it tortures you,
that shit you caused,
that man you fucked,
behind my trusting gaze,
behind my turned back,
I hope it was good,
I hope it was fuckin ecstatic.
i won't give you a poem,
with frilly laced words,
or comatose suicide,
I've persevered,
though wounded severely,
my heart still beats,
my mind will cease,
to let you into existence,
but for now,
fuck me,
I'm still floored by your face,
your words,
your thoughts.
I really hate this,
no one has ever done this,
I'm the fuckin queen,
but my throne has been dismantled,
and my robes tattered,
by the mirrors i spend hours in front of,
hoping to see something different,
than the disgusting whore,
you turned me into.
Death is no sanctuary,
just a brooding convoluted lie,
that so many emo kids exhume.
Fuck My Life.
Author notes
sorry, really need to vent. I hope it got its point across. Some things just linger too long. But I'm good at recovering. So please no comments like "I'm so sorry". I dont need a counselor, I need an angry mob.
A contest entry
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love the darkness, breathe the cataclysmic self indulgence
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Here are my scores.
Imagery. 17/20.
Metaphor. 16/20.
Feelings 19/20.
Grammar 18/20.
Enjoyability (?) 16/20.
Total. 86. Good score!
Good emotion and images made this a compelling read. Thank you for entering and good luck!
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I can certainly sympathise with you here - I have seen so many people fucked in front of me (when I didn't even have a camera with me to record the event for posterity and possible publication on YouTube).
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Hey, awesome poem you have here! I loved the emotion and anger in it! I defnitely needed to read one like this at the moment because people can be awful, mean, and jerks. I loved the way you expressed yourself in here. Props though that you can pick yourself up after people have treated you like crap! Definitely a sign of strength. Anyways, nice job with this, I enjoyed reading it, and thanks for sharing!
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thank you.
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This totally has the feeling of Eminem!!! Completely blew my mind to read!! So much raw anger spewed out upon the reader!! Intense!! You need an angry mob?? Me thinks you are a one man army with a take no prisoners attitude!! Punch 'em in the fucking face and than spit on the damn carcass!! w00t!!!
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hahahahaahahahahhaahahahah. spit on the carcass. i'd prob do worse. hahahaha
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I hope it tortures you,
that shit you caused,
that man you fucked,
behind my trusting gaze,
behind my turned back,
I hope it was good,
I hope it was fuckin ecstatic.
i won't give you a poem,
with frilly laced words,
or comatose suicide,
I've persevered,
though wounded severely,
my heart still beats,
my mind will cease,
to let you into existence,
but for now,
fuck me,
I'm still floored by your fac
watch what you hope for
i think back
my wife cheated on me with her first husband
"oh, i want to stay married this time"
"i'll live with you anywhere"
"my mom thinks we are good together'
and
now, what
i'm dogging her on the internet
poor soul, that she is
first husband, third husband, ex-husband 2x's
it was far from good
if she dumped him for lamia
far from ecstatic if she dumped lamia for whatshisname
but
we would listen to the song
she loved it
she would turn up the volume
she would dance to the rhythmn
she would sing the words
"i'm a rich witch, i can rely on my dad's money"
something like that
she, eventually, lived the words
big bank account
poor soul
but
she's happy, i guess
marriage legitimizes your promiscuity
i hope she didn't raise her 3 kids that way
but
who knows?
it's not my business
i'm busy perservering persistently
i think dad is relying on her now
he can't afford the rent, it seems
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damn! if you want to post that you can. i think you should. just give me credit for the beginning. hahahahahaha
wanna join my angry mob posse? we'll bring um both down. i just want a cut of her rick ass bank account
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Shall I bring the torches? We will storm the castle at dusk!!!
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its a plan. XD
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Tailgate party off the wagontrain??? hehe
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Right on! Pick your self up, dust off ya shoulders and get right back up on that throne which is rightfully yours!!! I love this write by the way! Its strong and pissed off! Hell yes! I Bow down to you oh great one, teach us the ways to overcome the bullshit life gives us!
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hahahaha great poem, I really enjoyed it. I don't understand why people don't like cursing in poems; it really does add a sense of anger and emphasis to the emotions behind the piece. overall you did a really nice job on it, i hope you get your revenge.
PS throw him into a pool filled with alcohol. he'll die within a few minutes from alcohol poisoning, because the alcohol absorbed into the bloodstream won't be filtered.
PPS i was just kidding (sorta)
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