Daily Archives: January 16, 2023

Toxic slurs

Jealousy is a poison that seeps deep within your soul

Dragging you into a hell of your own making without your control

So many times you speak with bitterness on your tongue

You hope that the words you vomit would have stung

But they bounce off me because they are lame

Because every sentence you speak to me, sounds the same

You whine like a baby who wants more candy

Drinking yourself into a stupor with more brandy

Slurring your vitriol and your contempt

I know fully well what is your intent

But its not working because my dear

I see your frustration and your tear

I feel pity for someone like you

Because you are a toxic old shrew

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Blessings

Blessings come and go

Will you take them when they show?

Or will you ignore how they flow?

Because you are scared to know

That better things are out there for you

What are you afraid of?

Do you have a clue?

If you don’t then what exactly is stopping you?

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I am a devil of the night

My life is like a butterfly

Everything I touch crashes burns and dies

When I try to make things better

Things only get wetter, soaked in the tears of the universe

It’s as though I am cursed

I don’t know why things are this way

I hope I will know some day

But now I am scared to reach out

For my touch feels like a clout

Yet it was meant to sooth

This is the truth

I didn’t mean to curse you with my presence

I guess it’s just my essence

Perhaps mother is right

I am a devil of the night 

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Paranoia

Too many eyes

Too many tongues

Too many heads this way turn

Too many secrets

And many lies

Why do their stares burn?

What’s the problem?

What have I done?

Why do their eyes burn me like the sun?

Why do they whisper and play these games?

And who are they?

What are their names?

Too many questions

None have revealed

How can I hide?

How can I shield?

What do they want?

What do they know?

Why are they doing this?

I want to know!

The eyes talk

But not a lot

Why am I burned?  Why are their eyes hot?

Too much mystery

Too many clouds

Some voices are quiet

And others loud

Some drive me mad

Some make me sad

But ultimately why do they look so bad?

What do they see when they look at me?

It is all such a big dark mystery…

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