Heartbreak

Unfortunately, many people today are familiar with this problem. Sometimes it’s enough to say a couple of words at the wrong time like in the heat of a quarrel to break someone’s heart. But to take them back and glue the broken heart is many times harder and even impossible. People understand too late that their words that seemed so ordinary can be extremely painful.

«A Winter’s Tale» by D.H. Lawrence

Yesterday the fields were only grey with scattered snow,
And now the longest grass-leaves hardly emerge;
Yet her deep footsteps mark the snow, and go
On towards the pines at the hills’ white verge.
I cannot see her, since the mist’s white scarf
Obscures the dark wood and the dull orange sky;
But she’s waiting, I know, impatient and cold, half
Sobs struggling into her frosty sigh.
Why does she come so promptly, when she must know
That she’s only the nearer to the inevitable farewell;
The hill is steep, on the snow my steps are slow –
Why does she come, when she knows what I have to tell?

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«Black Souls Of The Leftover Heartbreak» by Melissa McDaniel

They came each,
With such destructive force,
They rode each,
With a heartless course.

They burnt our homes,
Then rode on high,
That’s not the mountains casting shadows.
That’s the blackness in our sky.

For the sun never shines,
In this wretched place.
It doesn’t want to view us.
We are a lost cause, a disgrace.

We are a disgruntled bunch,
The left of us few.
Come and join us,
You’ll be one too.

We love to smell you skin,
The flesh on your bones.
We live now for heartbreak,
To hear your screams and groans.

Join us quickly,
And you’ll see what I mean.
For years we’ve been here.
Hatred, violence, pain, is all we’ve seen.

We wait for that one,
To rescue us form the pain and sorrow.
The one to liberate us.
Give us a new tomorrow.

Until then, we are the,
Black Souls of the Leftover Heartbreak

***

«Brokenhearted Lover» by Gina Petersen

I loved you,
But you broke my heart.
I should have known
That was your goal from the start.

You told me you loved me,
And you seemed upset
When I didn’t say it back,
And that’s my biggest regret.

You talked of the future
And put it in my head
That you wanted me for longer,
But you dropped me instead.

I would do anything for you,
But you couldn’t even wait.
I wanted you in my life;
I knew this on our first date.

I love you still,
But it doesn’t matter,
For the heart I gave you,
You have shattered.

So I am left broken
And picking up the pieces,
While you are smiling
And your care decreases.

You knew I was fragile,
Even though I acted tough.
You told me not to pretend,
That you could see past my bluff.

I still love you,
And I don’t think I will ever stop.
Just know if you need me,
Your heart I will never drop.

***

«Can’t Let Go Of You, Don’t Want To» by Amy Lorraine Bridges

Today doesn’t seem real,
That might be because today I can’t feel.
I can’t feel the sun, moon, or stars,
I miss the love that used to be ours.
I wish you were here,
‘Cause now in my mind your face is no longer clear,
The memories of you are almost lost.
My love and trust I have already tossed,
So when you leave,
Please promise me this time you will just let me be.
Let me be me and only me.
You always come back to haunt me, follow me everywhere,
But this time, my life no longer will I share.
Forgetting you is something I will never be able to do.
Even though I say I hate you, you know it’s because I love you.
Let me know you can’t forget me either,
When you do, I’ll know it’s true because you’re not a people pleaser.
I pray and pray to be able to let you go,
But there’s just something about you,
What? I don’t know.
When I’m with you I feel like I’m flying,
Now all I’m doing is crying.
I’m hurt and numb.
Without you now I feel so lost and dumb,
What you did to me and put me through hurt so bad.
Your love used to make me happy,
Now it makes me cold, hurt, and sad.
Every night I go to bed clutching my pillow pretending someone loves me.
I’m stuck; there’s nowhere I can run to or flee.
I have no choice; I have to keep walking on,
Like new legs on a baby fawn.
One day, someday, I’ll be free,
Free to run and walk and be fine being a lonely me.

***

«Dear Broken Heart» by Sarah N. Hilliard

Dear broken heart, why can’t you fix me?
And dear broken heart, are you still with me?
And when I lay my head down and
Think of the things that I’ll never do,
Dear broken heart, know I’m thinking of you.
Dear restless past, I remembered you
And the way you make things wrong.
Do you want my tears to fall?
So I’m standing all alone,
All by myself, cold to the bone.
Do you still want me there, just to take the fall?
Dear broken heart, will you want me after all?
Dear desperate soul, are you still searching for the one?
The one who made me what I am,
The one who broke this heart and made me who I am,
Ripped from his hands.
And dear broken heart, this letter is for you.
I hope you get it in time.
And please dear broken heart, promise me you won’t cry, cry ,cry.
Please don’t cry for me.

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«Do You Know» by Michelle Boyd

Do you know a life of loneliness and one filled with pain,
living a life with nothing to gain,
Surrounded by darkness, overwhelmed with shame.
A life without peace with no one to blame.

Do you know of a place unseen,
A place that holds only shattered dreams,
A place filled with sorrow with no end in sight,
I am given this gift each and every night.

Do you know of a place so cold,
This is the place I call my soul,
A place without hope or comforting dreams, 
A life not worth living wouldn’t it seem.

Do you know of a life that should have never been,
And the feeling that today this life has to end.
One more day of sadness is much too hard to bear,
I am tired of living a life of heartache and despair.

Do you know a person with so much pain inside,
Or the feeling of loneliness when no one hears your cries,
Maybe when the tears are gone and I can clearly see,
The only question left will be…

DO YOU KNOW ME

***

«Free» by Justine Hibe

Even it’s hard for me
To let you free
I’ll do it for you
So that you’ll not be lonely

It may take me a river of tears
For you to be happy, I’ll bear
Just don’t you glance again to me
‘Cause I may not set you free

I’ll be keeping my love for you
To the deepest part of me
I will not forget what we’ve shared
Because that’s the only treasure I’ll keep

But when the time comes
You want to be with me
I’ll accept you whole heartedly
But for now I am setting you free

***

«Heartbreak» by Lucifera Santez

If my heart would have been page,
It would burn to ashes right now,
If my love would have been cage,
You would have died from too much affection,
Burning my heart in your hands,
Baby you laughed when you saw my face,
I pleaded and begged,
You said I wasn’t worth your wait,
So why go now and break my heart?
When you had the chance in the very start,

Your one hateful look,
Would have killed my hopes,
Why raise them high, feast on my misery,
When you knew I couldn’t cope,
So many buried dreams,
So many beautiful lies
Perhaps fooling me had been too easy,
Was it all a lesson aimed to teach?
Or just a brief respites need,
So much going through me,

But I have got nothing left to say,
Had you aimed to steal my soul?
Or fashion an empty human shell at its make,
Didn’t knew you were so cruel,
That you enjoyed my heartbreak

***

«Heartbreak» by Barry Middleton

my heartbreak cannot be stitched
or darned like an old gray sock
it looks just like the picture
with a lightning bolt down the middle

this is not the first time at all
I left the farm and saw New York
and knew I could never be satisfied
regardless of weather or fortune

the heart can only take so much
like a horse that wants to run
like a boat jumping a wave
the heart rocks like a Ferris wheel

it tumbles like a mountain rockslide
tears fall and burn the landscape
then I clutch my chest and know
the bullet has passed clean through

***

«Heartbreak» by Leslie Alexis

I remember your smile
How it lit my way.
I remember your voice
How it told me to stay.
I remember your kiss,
It was no play.
I remember your touch, from the very first day.
I remember your hair, your scent
Hell! I remember it all.
Girl you held me up, with you I couldn’t fall.

Sadly enough, it didn’t come true.
This is the last thing I remember of you.
I remember your legs,
As they took you away
You didn’t come back,
Even though I pray.
Since then I’ve been sad,
You in my arms alone can make me glad.
My spirit lacks and my soul does too
Baby, I am nothing without you.

***

«Heartbreak» by Emma Sinclair

Shock rocks through me like shattered ice
It hasn’t sank in yet
My throat is beating with my heart
The pain pulsing from my chest through my body
While feeling nothing at all
This can’t be happening, it’s not real
A nightmare that won’t wake me
Knives get thrown from both directions
All fly like a boomerang repeatedly hitting as they all fly back
Cheeks turn warm as the body shakes

Violent sobs tumble out as complete control is lost
I feel alive and dead inside all at once
As the reality hits me
Warm fur touches my skin and I feel it purr, the dogs tongue touches my face willing the sadness gone
I’m all alone but not alone and my mind is about to explode
The only escape is in the blade as shame now washes in
This was my first heartbreak, let the casualties begin.

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«Heartbreak» by im Rawson

The stars fall from the sky
Like the tears that I cry
Since we are no longer us
My life is too much a fuss
You’ll never know what you meant to me
And you’ll never feel my pain
You’re next love, you’re next life,
Is someone elses gain
The pain drips from my eyes
The holes have ripped through my heart

Sad, alone, hurt, broken
Those words are just a start
Theres so much that I need to say
To cure the thoughts within
To fall in love with someone else
I doubt I ever could again
You were more than just a friend to me
More than just my life
Every thought I had, every move I made
I wanted you as my wife

I’ll move on and live my life
In the shadow of my tears
Let it be known I was so in love
Love now is just a fear

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«Heartbreak A Poem» by Matthew Holloway

I’m heartbroken, grieving
My life as I knew, is gone
The world feels at an end
I may just sit here and drink
Till I pass out
I mourn my actions, my words
Those done and those not done
I curse with spit and fury
That I am not a better man
That I could not be more

This whole being human thing
I’ve never been good at that
Never been a people person
Of good social grace
I’m more suited to being alone
Where I only annoy myself
Where I am unable to hurt anyone
I’ll scream at the world get out
Begone, go away and leave me
To drink and write alone

Something I’ve become used to
My life is a series of cycles
I’ll build it up and burn it down
Just to lay in the ashes
Cry and write another poem

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«Heartbreak Or Happiness» by Jeanette Matthews

Should I wait for you to fall in love with me
Or should I just forget about it and let it be
I don’t want to wait for heartbreak
Because you and I both know this is something I can’t take
I know that you are in love with someone else
And I don’t want to be in a relationship all by myself
I want to understand your decision about us
So don’t be in a relationship that you can’t trust
You will always have a place in my heart
A special designed place from the start

Maybe one day we can connect
That’s if our love don’t reject
I feel beautiful and I hope you do too
So in the future one of us will have to say I love you
Now is not the time
So be like me and change your mind
I hope that you find happiness too
But it’s a choice up to you
It was either heartbreak or happiness
And happiness was something that I didn’t want to miss

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«Heartbreak Recovery» by Chase Breeden

All my bandages expelled,
My bleeding heart unbound,
I’ve finally exhaled,
Anticipating one more round.
Morale’s at all time high,
And Dejection’s all time low.
I’m reaching for the sky,
But making sure my pace is slow.
If my balloon should burst,
And send me falling to the ground,

I know someone will catch me,
To remind me what I’ve found.
The ones who never let me go,
Who wipe away the tears.
The ones that aren’t afraid to show,
The essence of their fears.
They’ve all chosen to love me,
They’ve all chosen to care,
And those two choices tell me
That there is always someone there.

To hold me when I’m lonely
To fill me when I’m dry
To confide and trust in, boldly
And to be there when I cry.
The ones who understand me
The ones planting their seed
The ones who slowly taught me
That they’re all that i need.

***

«Heartbreak Road» by Orlando Belo

I’m walking down this road I’ve called heartbreak.
It leads to a place called despair.
It’s a long and lonely road that I’m travelling
and I know I’ll find no comfort there.

It’s not a road I ever thought I’d be taking
and it’s not the way I would choose to go,
but my inability to hold onto my loved one
has left me with nothing but self-pity and sorrow.

This road has deep holes filled with sadness,
when I stumble, tears seep from my eyes.
With loneliness and misery I walk in puddles
formed by raindrops from the weeping skies.

My broken dreams and schemes accompany me
despite weighing heavy on my mind.
Memories, happy and sad hinder my progress,
which makes new dawns so difficult to find.

My heart has been emptied and shattered,
I have only heartbreak road to walk.
It’s an endless one-way road of darkness
on which my troubled mind is caught.

***

«Heartbreak Spirit» by Orlando Belo

I’m putting another gin in that chasm
where my heart used to be,
and another is going into that desert
that used to be a tear drop sea.

The anguish and torment I’m feeling
is about to be sodden with gin.
My memories will disappear like an anchor
to the abyss of my mind’s garbage bin.

I’m going to drown what remains of my intuition,
so it can never be used again.
My emotions and self-pity will also be flooded.
Yes, I’ll be out-of-my-head but also free from pain.

***

«Heartbreak Word» by Maya Hanson

Don’t leave me hollow
Don’t leave me scarred
Leave your window open
and I’ll tear you apart

Chasing these bruises
from cliffhanger ends
Your fingers lace crowns
too rusted to mend

Don’t try to find beauty
I’ll disappoint you
Don’t try to find me
Let me unlock for you

I’ve wanted to scream
but I can’t find a voice
Give me a seashell
I’ll find too much noise

So I’ll try to tell you


things I should never mean
Maybe it’s better if I never
use your shoulder to lean

With every heartbreak word
you’ve ever brought to life
your eyes tell me they need me, I
need you more than should be right

***

«Hearts Incomplete» by Anela Arif

I made a mistake. I wanted someone more than my own heartbeat.
I gave my love, my life, my soul to hear that one’s heartbeat.
I thought we’d be forever.
My mistake, I wasn’t allowed to love, to be loved, to live, to laugh.
       
The world saw me as forsaken, my life grew to fall apart.
Years go by, my heart still broken, my grief still struck-en.
My sorrow walks parallel with my steps.
Lost, confused, hopelessly lingers my soul.

Clueless, innocent, my heart listens to others till it’s lead astray.
Still my heart lingers, not yet complete, ponders if it’s ever to meet.
Now entered another’s heart beat, but still does not meet.
I wonder if this heart is ever to meet, or must it always be incomplete?

***

«Hollow» by Fathimath L. Ahmed

Emotions.
Do you feel them?
She was numb and frozen,
Yet it dimly sparkled like a dying gem.

Broken.
Do you know what that feels like?
Piercing explosions,
Burning afflictions,
Hollers of agonizing cries.
She had nothing left inside.

Eyes closed,
Heartbeat stopped,
Barely alive.

She was a hollow shell.
Into an endless oblivion she fell,
Pitch black and nearly brain dead.
There was nothing in her life ahead.

Passion.
Why is it so strong?
She was deprived from it.
Devils had done her heart way too many wrongs.
Killed was the lust,
Lost was the temptation.

Love.
Why is it so painful?
Once crystal clear and beautiful,
Now a turned poison from what was as pure as golden dust.

She wanted nothing to do with it.
Not long ago it had made her bleed.

Hidden thorns
On her skin that burned.

She was a hollow shell.
Into an endless oblivion she fell.
Pitch black and nearly brain dead.
There was nothing in her life ahead.

Eyes opened,
Tears flowed,
Standing in front of a mirror,
Watching as she wholly became hollow.

***

«Hopeless Heartbreak» by Kenzie King

You’re breaking my heart.
Now watch the pieces crawl by.
Go ahead, stamp or spit on them,
As I watch myself die.

I want you, need you.
Don’t you need me, want me?
You’re always confused!
But seriously! ! You belong with me!

The other girl may beautiful.
She may be athletic.
But our love can survive,
If you would just let it.

I love you,
With what’s left of my heart.
I need you,
When we’re apart.

I’ll kiss you,
When you’re feeling scared.
I’ll hug you,
Just because you’re there.

You warm my heart,
With just one touch.
Don’t let go of what we have.
It hurts too much.

You say you’re confused,
Or you feel like crap.
What about my feelings?
Have you forgotten about that? !

You’re the one leaving me,
Breaking my heart.
Go ahead to the other girl,
As I slowly fall apart.

But remember,
I want you,
I need you,
I’ll comfort you and protect you,
I’ll always be here for you,
And most of all…
I love you.

***

«I Tried So Hard» by Whitney Barton

I tried so hard.
I tried my best.
I gave you my all,
And now there’s nothing left.

You stole my heart
Then tore it in two.
Now I’m falling apart
And don’t know what to do.

Divided by decisions,
Burned by the fire,
Confused by your words,
Tempted by desire.

I’m living in the present.
My mind is on the past.
Not knowing what I’ll lose,
Not knowing what will last.

Blinded by fear,
Drowning in doubt,
Struggling to be free,
Looking for a way out.

***

«I’ll Lie To Myself» by Hilary Wong

There’s nothing left of me
Nothing more to take
I’m nothing more than just another story
Just give me a break

I’m nothing anymore
Are you happy?
Does it make you happy
To know that I’ll live the rest of my life miserably

Does it make you feel better
To make me feel bad
To make me realize
All we ever had

I’ll do anything to forget
The horrid memories
All the time spent
In such misery

I’ll lie to myself
I’ll lie to everyone else
What is there to lose?
The one closest to me has already said farewell

***

«In And Out Of Heartbreak» by Lily Ives

A graceful beast in thick matted light
devouring mane entered my life
in the still of the night –
And against the moon’s silver light,
his downturned deep-set magnetic eyes
glistened like dark green goldstones,
as his piercing gaze met mine and broke
the bronze chains I secured around my heart.

Yang to my yin,

darkness to my light,
he pulled the wild beast
from the caged walls of my chest,
and silenced the distorted melody
in my mind.

Holding me in his tight embrace,
he strummed the contours of my back
with his fingertips, as we danced
to a forgotten tune –

Chest to chest, hip to hip in slow,
repetitive pulsating rhythm,
exchanging unspoken passions for connection.
Spinning, clutching and not wanting to let go,
until the final beat of the song untangled our bodies,
and snapped the invisible cord holding our souls.

The glimmer in his eyes turned to dusk,
as the space between us grew vast –
And he left behind the ardent expression ignited within us,
to burn my heart to dust, from which I built
diamonds in my chest in place of love.

***

«In The Shadows» by olly A. Blackwell

You left me in the shadows, alone in the dark.
I was left crying and upset the day you broke my heart.
I tried to move on and meet someone new,
But when I was in their arms, I wished it was you.
I tried and tried to push my feelings aside,
But my feelings for you I couldn’t hide.
Time passed, and I changed and grew.
I matured and moved on from the person you knew.
I started to pick myself up, I saw the light,
Until I saw you that Saturday night.
For you played with heart like you did before,
Made me feel like we could be more,
But you left my life, like you did before.
No cares in the world when you walked through that door,
So now I’m in the shadows, alone in the dark,
Now crying and upset as you’ve broken my heart.

***

«Life» by Kevin Lyth

At times our lives are set to change
Through no fault of our own,
A change you know will break your heart
And break the family home.

But what is more important?
To live a life in fear,
Or change and live the life you should
With someone you hold dear?

Everyone needs freedom
To live the life they should!
They need to find their inner selves
And make themselves feel good!

If a person can’t see what they have
Right before their eyes
When reality hits and the money has gone,
Imagine their surprise!

Some men think they’re above themselves
And think of their own self worth
And they never stop to think a while
Of this woman who gave us birth
This caring, giving, loving woman
Who’s always stood by his side
And if shown true love and affection
She’d be there till they died

Relationships should blossom
Relationships should grow!
You should never forget those first feelings of love
That deep warm and inner glow
But sadly some don’t think like that
And for those you should feel sorrow!
They end up leading lonely lives
Of past regrets and never thinking of tomorrow

Because tomorrow is another day
And thoughts of where you’ll venture
Don’t think of the hard road that’s ahead
Turn it into a new adventure

We all need someone to show us
That we’re not just there for the ride
We need to know he feels so proud
To have this beauty by his side
Yes! You have an inner beauty
You’re loving, caring and kind!
If an ignorant man just can’t see that!
Then yes! Ignorance is blind

Look to the future, look to yourself
Look for a life not stuck on the shelf
Be the woman you want to
Be the woman you can!
Be a woman in love
In love with a man
Who has true love and affection
And shows that he can!

No matter what happens to this jilted bride
Take strength from true friends
You’ll have by your side
They are there when you need them
Through all of your pain
You’ll laugh and you’ll cry!
But they’ll keep you sane

One day you’ll look back
And laugh amongst friends
And you’ll be holding a man
Who you know can depend
On showing true love
He’ll never waiver or bend
And he’ll see a woman
Who’ll be there ’til the end

***

«Love: Friend Or Foe» by James Toles

Love has hit me once before, has had me flying high
Love has left me down and out, falling right out of the sky.
Love has brought me lots of joy, made my life a thrill
Love has brought me lots of sorrow, left my heart roadkill.

Love, I ask you, why can’t you make up your mind?
If you cannot answer the question, then that is fine.
I think you’re unsure of yourself, a lost and confused soul
You warm people up with fire, but then make life so cold.

But I will play your little game, I will be your willing pawn
Let you make a joyful spirit then go and break its bond
But you guide us blindly into a hold we cannot escape
You give to us slowly, but in turn quickly you take.

***

«Mad Girl’s Love Song» by Sylvia Plath

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

***

«My Last Heartbreak» by Alexia Miles

I hear the ticking the clock
To the sound of my heart beating
Fools like me how we never say
Because the cracks always break in front of me
I feel my heart ticking away
Help me see that things can mend
I am moving and living for another day.
I come home and see you standing there
Why have we lost all the times we had?
I am kind of sad now it all gone and done!

I wish I could turn time back
You know I would if I could
I wish I kept my big mouth shut
Why does this hurt like my first cut?
I am not the woman I used to be
We all have our feelings changed
I hope you will see that I am the one
But here you are moving out
I want to stop you walking away
The rain is hitting the window

As I watch you drive away
I will stand at this window day by day
Then one day my heart will heal.
I thank you for all the breaks because that
Has made me who I am who is so real.

***

«Never Give All the Heart» by W. B. Yeats

Never give all the heart, for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that’s lovely is
But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.

***

«Ode To You» by Carl Sinclair

Every morning I see your face,
And for that fleeting second I’m in a different place,
A place where we smiled, laughed, and talked,
A place where we could hold hands wherever we walked,
I’m reminded of this each and every day.
Then the sleep clears and it’s all blown away.

Realization sets in and I’m all alone.
I quickly have to check my phone
In case you’ve called or sent me a text.
Then it hits harder as what come next
Is the empty screen with your smiling face
And the emptiness of this forsaken place.

I wither up inside as all my hopes disappear
And the burn in my heart really starts to sear.
I sink back in my bed and think of you
And wonder if there’s anything I can do.
I’m knocked back every time I try to get through,
And now the decision is up to you.

Leave me out here in the cold and the rain,
Leave me to choke on the tears and the pain,
Missing you every minute of every day,
Loving you more and more in my way.
One day, my love, this will all be like a dream.
I just hope we can dream it together in our place so serene

***

«Power Of Words» by Nick Grasso

was it the first time I saw your face
or when I first saw you smile
when I was settled in my place
hope you’d stay for a while

when I thought that my life
couldn’t get any better
I knew you were right
we weren’t meant to be together

was I too caught up
in the time I spent with you
or was it that I wasn’t tough
because of something that I knew

I can’t believe I didn’t know
that you were slowly letting go
that we were drifting apart
with a hole in my heart

when I see you every day
I know I made a mistake
but with no effort in your tries
I found out all your lies

so now we go our separate ways
and say our goodbyes
you’ve driven me to my grave
with me drowning in your lies

***

«Rebirth» by Brett W. Jansen

The rain falls upon the stone.
No longer is it of use,
For a crack has ruined its purpose.
It is now only a tool for abuse.

A careless heart created the crack,
Allowing the rain to increase the ravine,
So now the rock only crumbles,
Creating a depressing scene.

Yet alas, a blossom rises from the shards.
The unforgiving rain drowns the bud,
Causing it to wilt,
Falling back to the mud

Until a careful hand
Led with patience and care
Saves the dying flower
From all its darkness and despair.

***

«Ripe For Heartbreak And Fresh To Hurt» by Lawrence S. Pertillar

So bare and naked lay my emotions.
Exposed and out in the open,
For you to abuse if you decided…
That to me you would do.

So ripe for heartbreak and fresh to hurt.
I’ve rehearsed my reaction,
If you begin to treat my affections…
As if they meant nothing but worthless dirt.

Agonized with visions of passionless love.
And awakening to feel touches of frozen pieces,
Left to never thaw.
I don’t want us to experience this.
And I do not wish an attraction for it.

So bare and naked lay my emotions.
Exposed and out in the open,
For you to abuse if you decided…
That to me you would do.


So ripe for heartbreak and fresh to hurt.
I’ve rehearsed my reaction,
If you begin to treat my affections…
As if they meant nothing but worthless dirt.

And yes,
I confess…
I have fears to be near and held close,
By love.
Since being crushed by it,
Has left me to spin in doubt and disbelieve.

***

«She Waits… » by Elizabeth Shears

She loves him, he loves her not.
He refuses to give her just one shot.
She’s falling apart. He has no clue.
Things would be easy if only he knew.
He has her waiting for the day
He chooses her and she gets her way.
She cries herself to sleep at night.
She’s waited forever. It’s just not right.
He tells her that she’s next in line.
She’s waiting for her time to shine.
She wants to prove that she can be
More than what his eyes can see.
Every time he’s hers to take,
He proves to her their deal was fake.
His promise brings tears to her face
When others continue to take her place.
She tries to believe he’s worth the pain.
Her heart keeps reality from her brain.
She gives him everything he’s got.
She loves him; he loves her not.

***

«Sonnet 139» by William Shakespeare

O, call not me to justify the wrong
That thy unkindness lays upon my heart;
Wound me not with thine eye but with thy tongue;
Use power with power, and slay me not by art.
Tell me thou lov’st elsewhere; but in my sight,
Dear heart, forbear to glance thine eye aside;
What need’st thou wound with cunning when thy might
Is more than my o’erpressed defense can bide?
Let me excuse thee: ah, my love well knows
Her pretty looks have been mine enemies;
And therefore from my face she turns my foes,
That they elsewhere might dart their injuries—
Yet do not so; but since I am near slain,
Kill me outright with looks and rid my pain.

***

«Teenage Heartbreak» by Jess Terry

Just another case of teenage heartbreak,
all of a sudden he was gone,
and she was crying,
its time to get over romance,
its dead and gone

Shes in her room,
crying her eyes out
wishing she was dead,
Hes out on the town,

talking up his latest victim,
feeling on top of the world

Just another case of teenage heartbreak,
all of a sudden he was gone,
and she was crying,
its time to get over romance,
its dead and gone

Hes alone,

she used him just for fun,
Now hes doubting the world,
She used him,
now shes gone,
leaving for another town

This is Just another case of teenage heartbreak,
all of a sudden he was gone,
and she was crying,
its time to get over romance,
its dead and gone

Now shes standing on the edge,
getting ready to jump,
[dont jump dont jump dont jump]
He grabs her hand,
and tells her dont,
hes not worth it

Just another case of Teenage heartbreak,
All of a sudden he was there,
holding her tight,
maybe romance
aint so dead and gone

***

«The Dark Road To Love» by Fathimath L. Ahmed

Destruction and ruination,
Confusion and complication.
That was all she ever was.

Mistakes and insecurities,
Culpabilities and apologies.
The world let her down just like it always does.

She walked on broken glass,
Bleeding herself out,
Numb to all the pain,
Body pale with colorless veins.

She watched as his life was intact,
Tranquil and content.
She tried to let him go,
She really did,
But everything about him pulled her to him like a magnet.

All his flaws in her eyes were like crystals,
Shining radiantly with acceptance.
No matter who he was, who he will be,
Her heart belongs to him, his truly.

Wildfires and cyclones,
Tsunamis and tornadoes.
They both went through those just to survive,
Came out stronger and more than alive.

Rejection and distances,
Resistances and broken promises.
They burned themselves for each other,
Afraid that they would perish if they came closer.

So they stayed where they were,
Carried on with their lives.
Life passed by her eyes in a blur,
As she hoped for the flames to die altogether inside,
For he had moved on.

***

«The Hunter’s Call» by Sherry Hardison

My heart pounding as I hear his hunter’s call.
I follow the trail of crumbs full
of broken promises, lies, and pain,
Knowing he has the power to hurt me
over and over again.
Standing before him at his mercy.
Exposed in the light of another day.
Trusting the declaration of his undying
Love for me once more.
I watch in disbelief as he pulls back
into the shadows without one word
Knowing he has taken aim.
I stand silent, weak and trembling
as I listen to the beating of my own heart.
Numb in that split second to the piercing
of his arrow straight through my heart.
I quickly fade into the darkness without a word.
Crawling back into my place of shame.
With every beat of my heart, I bleed.
With every tear from my face, I feel
Cold and so alone.
The life drains from my body with every breath.
In my final moment, I wonder if he will feel remorse
And search for me to bury my remains.

***

«The Stranger» by Daniela Jude

It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a stranger
Appeared on the left corner of my laptop.

He was tall and handsome,
He had a bald head, “damn” fit,
In his late thirties,
Way better than Brad Pitt.

We clicked in a second.
He took off my gold mask,
And when his green eyes looked at mine,
They took my breath, not only that…

He cut me open, I didn’t see,
I didn’t bleed, I didn’t feel.
Exactly how a doctor does
With the bodies at the morgue.

And he kept cutting a few months
He cut nice, but deep, my meat,
Without emotions in his heart,
But on his hands, now, is my blood.

And as he cut in half my heart,
He finds my soul, he grabs it fast.
Then he decides to make it his.
He played me good, I recognize.

And even if I wanted,
I couldn’t oppose.
He knew from cutting me that long
Which was my weakest spot.

He knew that if he’ll cut with kindness,
If he will speak deep words to me,
And if he’ll touch me where I need,
Into his hands my soul I’ll leave.

He sewed me back but didn’t put
His soul in to my heart instead.
And taking mine was just for fun.
I look like I’m alive, but inside I’m empty and dead.

From time to time I find myself
Lying in these sheets,
Closing my eyes, trying to feel
That the man touching me, is him.

***

«The Weeping Willow» by Azania Willson

Last night I woke up and you weren’t there.
I told myself that I shouldn’t care.
I wrapped my arms around a pillow,
Staring out the window at the weeping willow.

Why does it weep? Why all the tears?
Is it also weak and filled with fears?
Has it lost its love, like I lost mine?
Don’t worry, everything heals with time.

Last night I woke up, again all alone.
I told myself that you would never again phone.
I hugged my blanket and tried to sleep.
Again I looked at the tree. Why does it weep?

Why does it hang its head? Is it also trying to forget?
Has it given up? Is it filled with regret?
Why does the willow weep? Does it feel remorse?
Does the willow also wait for time to take its course?

Last night I woke up. The bed again was empty.
I held back all my tears because I’ve already wasted plenty.
Again I looked out the window, and there was the willow across the street.
I thought about our time together, and with the willow I began to weep.

***

«This Was Once a Love Poem» by Jane Hirschfeld

This was once a love poem,
before its haunches thickened, its breath grew short,
before it found itself sitting,
perplexed and a little embarrassed,
on the fender of a parked car,
while many people passed by without turning their heads.
It remembers itself dressing as if for a great engagement.
It remembers choosing these shoes,
this scarf or tie.
Once, it drank beer for breakfast,
drifted its feet
in a river side by side with the feet of another.
Once it pretended shyness, then grew truly shy,
dropping its head so the hair would fall forward,
so the eyes would not be seen.
It spoke with passion of history, of art.
It was lovely then, this poem.

***

«Throes Of A Heartbreak» by John Sensele

In the throes of a heartbreak
Pray hard for fortitude and stoic attitude
To handle the spindle of the heart attack
A player sneaks alongside a platitude.

In the throes of a business meltdown
Pray hard for a new strategy to mount a speedy recovery
To handle he return to your town
A creative dealer into your pesky discovery.

In the throes of a parental challenge
Pray hard for your erring offspring to return to sanity
To handle his future without a binge
A slayer engineers with pomp and vanity.

In the throes of an examination malpractice
Pray hard for culprits to own up
To repent and embrace assessment fairness and justice
An examination body accepts in an evaluation app.

***

«To Him» by Becky Powell

The cold winds are blowing
The leaves are falling to the ground.
Soon the snow will be falling
And my heart will be crying
Because you’re not around.

Another year is passing
And still we’re apart.
I don’t understand, I don’t know
But the pain is deep in my soul.
How do I explain this to my heart?

You said you’d be there when I need you.
Where the hell are you now?
In another woman’s arms holding her tight?
I can hardly make it through the night
Without crying your name out loud.

Don’t you know that not a day goes by
That you don’t cross my mind?
It’s hard to believe that you still care
When months go by without a word
I must be blind.

Blinded by a love I feel
For a man who will never be mine.
Tell me how to turn it off.
Show me how to kill this love.
Throw the switch so it will die.

I think I’m slowly losing my mind.
How can I forget you?
You’re the one true love I’ve ever known.
The cold seeps into my bones
And my heart is turning blue.

My friends think I’m crazy
For caring so much
That I’d gladly risk everything
To be in your arms once again,
To feel the magic of your touch.

I know you’re not Prince Charming
But you’re the closest thing I’ve ever seen.
I long to feel your lips on mine
And once again my “sun” will shine.
I’m sure you know what I mean.

Come back to me, my love!
Show me that you still care.
Warm my heart and my bed.
Clear the fog from my head.
Prove that you’ll always be there.

***

«What my Lips Have Kissed, and Where, and Why» by Edna St. Vincent Millay

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.

***

«You Used Me» by Ellia Keil

You used me.
I thought you were the key,
But the truth is that you used me,
So now I will never be free.

I thought you loved me,
But I was totally wrong,
I thought you were my forever,
I thought you were my song.

Now I lay here in a crumpled mess,
Now feeling totally -less.
You used me,
And used is all I’ll ever be.

Hatred

Hate can lead to harm and benefit, just as any other feeling. It all depends on how you can control and manage your feelings and emotions. Each can have quite understandable and natural reasons for their negative feelings.

«A Life Time Of Hate» by Amy Louise Kerswell

I’ve got a life time of hate.
It’s wedged firmly on my shoulders.
And it as hard as boulders.
I can not shift this life time of hate.
I hate becuase they abused me.
I hate becuase they raped me.
I hate the mess it’s left me in.
I’m locked up inside like a tin.
I only wish I could put it in the bin.
As the hate takes over.

Making my angry.
I only have one legacy to leave behind.
A life time of hate

***

«A Love Hate Relationship» by Victoria Martinez

It’s a love hate relationship
It’s been like this from the start
He lied to me, tricked my heart
Took my innocence and left me to have no choice
Took control of me his was the only voice
But, now I must sadly regret
He had lustful eyes the day we met
This is a love hate relationship
This is where its at
I want to lay down so bad

And if I don’t, he’ll push me onto my back
If I try to resist the house will echo a loud smack
He talks to me like I’m his property
He touched me like he paid the fee
And when we argue
He holds up his ring
Tries to explain what marriage means
It’s a love hate relationship
He tells me respect is what I lack
And if I laugh

It’ll be nothing but a blood bath
I’m not ashamed to admit I was wrong
And now the nights feel so long
It’s a love hate relationship
I hate to love him
And he loves to hate me
His hostile eyes full of rage
His anger builds up as he takes the stage
I go through what we had
I realize there is no reason to get mad
One day I’ll just get even
Hurt him till he’s on his knees pleading
Look at what we have
Common now this abuse is just sad
I let go
Yea, this is the end
A love hate relationship will now just be my past
Because that kind of relationship could never last

***

«A Love To Hate» by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Is it getting clearer…
For those who fear to be themselves.
They who have entertained disrespect,
To the point where none is left.
Inspected in depth…
Or quests requested!

Blinded they are like fools on crack!
Using tools of fools to keep themselves back.
Blinded they are like fools on crack.

Or a black cat who can’t stop giving ‘bad’ vibes,
An image to attack!
Blinded they are like fools on crack!
Seeking a shoulder to cry on…
And a pat on their backs!
Blinded they are like fools on crack.
Trying in doped slickness,
But losing themselves…
With weakened backbones attacked!

Is it getting clearer…
For those who fear to be themselves.
With a fear that endears them,
With a love to hate!
Berating unappreciated wisdom at stake!

***

«All I Know Is I Hate It» by Dan Brown

If this is a game of hide and seek,
I’m over here.
If this is a fairground ride,
I want to get off.
If this is a horror movie,
I’m struck with fear.
If this is a play,
I want my money back.
If this is a TV program,
I’m turning over.

If this is a punishment,
I’d have preferred a smack.
If this is a nightmare,
I want it to stop.
If this is a game,
I don’t want to play.
If this is a bubble,
I want it to pop.
If this is a story,
I’m turning the page.

If this is a fight,
I’m turning away.
If this is a kidnap,
I’m trapped in the cage.
If this is a silly attempt to upset me,
Take a bow.
If this is a life,
End it now.

***

«Dear John: I Hate Paper Cuts» by Amberlee Carter

I am writing this alive and with a fever,
’cause I needs to sweat out the virus
and breathe calmly without choking, for once.

I am writing this and hoping that its meaning,
my meaning, THE meaning
will mean something to you now.

That’s why all poets and madmen
scrape together enough bitterness

to address their anti-love-letters to ‘ you’-
as though the reader, any random lover,
is the one intended to be pinpointed, blacklisted then destroyed.
You know them, the ones always crying,
asking for spare sense to make change…
‘ I didn’t see this coming’

It’s so sad how some people
are just innocent bystanders
reading the morning newspaper-

when they just happen to look up to see
reality smacking them upside the head.

‘you’ve got the wrong man’
only because they right man’s dead.

So, I won’t say I love you ’cause
those words mean more than something now-
and I won’t say I miss you ’cause
it gets lost in translation.


But if I know you like I think I knew you,
you’ll be reading between the lines right about now,
sipping your morning coffee and thinking
of something far more important than the sound of my voice.

But I know you’ll read this ’cause
there are a million other fish in the sea
and everyone of them are titled ‘ you’
and they act and look just like ‘you’

I hope you don’t mind
I can’t quite bring myself to address this to your name.

***

«Do I Hate You?» by Fidelis Patronus

Have I ever hurt you?
Hit you?
Pierced you?

Have I ever made you cry?
Scream?
Want to die?

Have I given you shit that screws up your life?
Like drugs, or alcohol, that makes you high?


Have I handed a dagger to you?
Point a gun at your head?
Tie a string around your neck?
Leave you alone with some cold crimson instrument?

Have I ever asked you to sell yourself short?
Did I tell you something was impossible?
Have I ever told you ‘dude, you’re sucha piece of shit’?

Have I done or said something,
To make you want to hurt yourself?
Have I ever put shit on your shoulders?
Prepared you for the slaughters?

Have I said to you
‘there is no way your gunna make it through this life’?
Do I make you think life sucks?
That everything has locks?

Have I made you feel lonely?
Hopeless?
Or immense negativity?

Have I threatened to kill you?
Beat you?
Hurt you?

Made you shed tears?
Blood?
Prayers?

Have I ever made you scream from inner pain?
Deep fears,
That can’t be slain?

Do I hate you?

***

«Hands» by Erick Humphrey

In desperation I search, trying to find myself I look.
I search and search, for my heart is lost I search.
Too scared to run too scared to move.
Paralyzed by pain and fear I search.
I fight to live as I stager at the pain.
I sit beside me staring at what I see.
I shake my head at what I made me.
I fight to not listen at the pain I created.
The pain I will always see.
As I twitch in emptiness my eyes begin to see.
The more they find the more it hurts.
They look at me as a piece of meat.
Trembling legs, week arms, and scars from defeat.
I fight my self because of what I see.
It’s me I’m looking at and me that won’t succeed.
I stare and look, searching for answers, for that I concede.
I shred my self and my sole with my eyes.
They are too strong for me for that I am paralyzed.
I see my hands as the grasper of pain.
They are the retriever of all I have received from me.
As my hands fight back I see.
I am only what I want to be, and I still have a chance to defeat me.

***

«Hate» by James Stephens

My enemy came nigh,
And I
Stared fiercely in his face.
My lips went writhing back in a grimace,
And stern I watched him with a narrow eye.
Then, as I turned away, my enemy,
That bitter heart and savage, said to me:
“Some day, when this is past,
When all the arrows that we have are cast,
We may ask one another why we hate,

And fail to find a story to relate.
It may seem then to us a mystery
That we should hate each other.”

Thus said he,
And did not turn away,
Waiting to hear what I might have to say,
But I fled quickly, fearing had I stayed
I might have kissed him as I would a maid.

***

«Hate» by Lyndsey Grant

I hate the way you make me cry
Tying knots around me
Forever binding me to this
Feeling of hollowness

I hate the way your screams
Echo inside me constantly blinding me
Deafening my sense of certainty
With your hurt

I hate it when glass shatters
Leaving pieces of my sanity splattered
On white carpets and Formica cabinets
And when the roof has caved in and crashes over my head
Crumbling down to my nail marred feet
I sweep it neatly up
And hide it darkened corners
With all the other forgotten martyrs
Left praying for the worlds sins
In a pool of crimson


I hate how you make me hate myself
Eroding and excavating my goodness
With your foolishness
False pride mixed with alcoholic breath
Triggering my gage reflexes with your familiar
Sour stench

I hate to love you
Every single vessel that allows you to be
Every tiny molecule
Atom and cell
That beats down on my shoulders
Like torrential rains suffocating normal functioning

***

«Hate» by Robert William Service

I had a bitter enemy,
His heart to hate he gave,
And when I died he swore that he
Would dance upon my grave;
That he would leap and laugh because
A livid corpse was I,
And that’s the reason why I was
In no great haste to die.

And then – such is the quirk of fate,
One day with joy I read,
Despite his vitalizing hate
My enemy was dead.
Maybe the poison in his heart
Had helped to haste his doom:
He was not spared till I depart
To spit upon my tomb.

The other day I chanced to go
To where he lies alone.
‘Tis easy to forgive a foe
When he is dead and gone. . . .
Poor devil! Now his day is done,
(Though bright it was and brave,)
Yet I am happy there is none
To dance upon my grave.

***

«Hate – Mate» by Herbert Nehrlich

There once was a little swine
he was partial to blueberry wine
and he had a fat mother
who had smothered his father
someone said you are out of line.

And the mother was really huge
and she dreamed of an oily deluge
where she would lose it all
and become a sweet doll

but the God of all fat was a scrooge.

So she went on a rampage to stab
all those thin ones who did not have flab
but she was so inept
that she finally wept
and she hoped for the gift of the gab.

But the weather had turned rather sour
it was raining from shower to shower

so she called to the crowd
that today is allowed
real fighting in mud, woman power.

But the people who’d smelled her objected
she was fat, had completely neglected
her old body at that
and she was rather fat
so she found that they all had defected.

When the stars came out shining in gold
and this fatso had done what she’s told
she just jumped from the castle
to avoid further hassle
she had always seen others as old.

What this proves is the subject of hate
is so futile to use on a mate
if you hate you are dumb
they should flog your old bum
but I think that we may be too late.

***

«Hate Is Only One Of Many Responses» by Frank O’Hara

Hate is only one of many responses
true, hurt and hate go hand in hand
but why be afraid of hate, it is only there

think of filth, is it really awesome
neither is hate
don’t be shy of unkindness, either
it’s cleansing and allows you to be direct
like an arrow that feels something

out and out meanness, too, lets love breathe
you don’t have to fight off getting in too deep
you can always get out if you’re not too scared

an ounce of prevention’s
enough to poison the heart
don’t think of others
until you have thought of yourself, are true

all of these things, if you feel them
will be graced by a certain reluctance
and turn into gold

if felt by me, will be smilingly deflected
by your mysterious concern.

***

«Hatred» by Wislawa Szymborska

See how efficient it still is,
how it keeps itself in shape—
our century’s hatred.
How easily it vaults the tallest obstacles.
How rapidly it pounces, tracks us down.

It’s not like other feelings.
At once both older and younger.
It gives birth itself to the reasons
that give it life.

When it sleeps, it’s never eternal rest.
And sleeplessness won’t sap its strength; it feeds it.


One religion or another –
whatever gets it ready, in position.
One fatherland or another –
whatever helps it get a running start.
Justice also works well at the outset
until hate gets its own momentum going.

Hatred. Hatred.
Its face twisted in a grimace
of erotic ecstasy…

Hatred is a master of contrast-
between explosions and dead quiet,
red blood and white snow.
Above all, it never tires
of its leitmotif – the impeccable executioner
towering over its soiled victim.

It’s always ready for new challenges.
If it has to wait awhile, it will.
They say it’s blind. Blind?
It has a sniper’s keen sight
and gazes unflinchingly at the future
as only it can.

***

«I Hate Myself» by Elizabeth Castleberry

I hate that you fooled me
With your infectios smile

I hate that you told me you loved me
When you were lying all the while

I hate that you were so jealous
When he was just a friend

I hate that you turned this

Into something we cannot mend

I hate that we screwed this up
Past the point of no return

I hate that you never believed me
Trust is something you should learn

I hate that you ignore me now
As if we never were


I hate that you betrayed me
For my pain there is no cure

I hate that you broke my heart
You don’t know what I’ve been through

But most of all
I hate myself for letting you

***

«I Hate The Thought Of Hate Crimes» by Joe Rosochacki

A crime is a crime no matter how you cut it,
A murder is a murder, a rape is a rape,
An assault is what it is,
A crime scene is a crime with the yellow tape.

If the prisons were to be abundant,
We can then send to jail all are convicted,
We don’t have to pardon anyone out overcrowding and time off for good behavior,
We must send all the criminals that indicted,
Guilty as charged that is what should fuel our endeavor.


Are we really up to the cost?
Are we really up to taxation?
Are we saying we have lost?
Are we saying we’ll pass another law,
such as hate crimes,
without a suitable explanation?

***

«I Hate You Daddy» by Deborah Ashdown

I am so scared, finding it hard to breath,
my heart beats so fast, I want it to stop.
I can hear your footsteps nearing my door.
I cringe, bite my nails and sob into my pillow.

I can feel the stench of your breath on the side of my face.
Your touch feels like a bullet, sharp, hot and dangerous.
You enter inside me, sharply, with so much heat, penetrating too deep. You are a monster.

You whisper ‘ I love you ‘

I silently reply ‘ I hate you, daddy ‘
You don’t hear my screams or see my tears, for if you did, you would put an end to my fears.

I lay there, my body a dead weight.
I take myself off to another land of beauty and love.
When you have finished your deadly sin, you smirk at me.
Your dark, evil eyes, you’re the spawn of the devil.

As you leave my room of torture,
I turn over, begin to sob into my pillow,

Waiting for the pain and fears to return.
I know you will be back again, to-morrow!

I hate you daddy.

***

«Let Such Pure Hate Still Underprop» by Henry David Thoreau

Let such pure hate still underprop
Our love, that we may be
Each other’s conscience,
And have our sympathy
Mainly from thence.

We’ll one another treat like gods,
And all the faith we have
In virtue and in truth, bestow
On either, and suspicion leave
To gods below.

Two solitary stars–
Unmeasured systems far
Between us roll;
But by our conscious light we are
Determined to one pole.

What need confound the sphere?–
Love can afford to wait;
For it no hour’s too late
That witnesseth one duty’s end,
Or to another doth beginning lend.

It will subserve no use,
More than the tints of flowers;
Only the independent guest
Frequents its bowers,
Inherits its bequest.

No speech, though kind, has it;
But kinder silence doles
Unto its mates;
By night consoles,
By day congratulates.

What saith the tongue to tongue?
What hearest ear of ear?
By the decrees of fate
From year to year,
Does it communicate.

Pathless the gulf of feeling yawns;
No trivial bridge of words,
Or arch of boldest span,
Can leap the moat that girds
The sincere man.

No show of bolts and bars
Can keep the foeman out,
Or ‘scape his secret mine,
Who entered with the doubt
That drew the line.

No warder at the gate
Can let the friendly in;
But, like the sun, o’er all
He will the castle win,
And shine along the wall.

There’s nothing in the world I know
That can escape from love,
For every depth it goes below,
And every height above.
It waits, as waits the sky,
Until the clouds go by,
Yet shines serenely on
With an eternal day,
Alike when they are gone,
And when they stay.

Implacable is Love–
Foes may be bought or teased
From their hostile intent,
But he goes unappeased
Who is on kindness bent.

***

«Little Glass Bottle» by Ally Flouhouse

The words flow out,
My blood on a page
I’ll just sit here,
Drowning in rage.

A small glass bottle
Full of tears
That I’ve held back
For thirteen years.

Why?
What did I do,
To earn such woe?
Why must I
Hate everyone so?

But yet,
I’ll act strong.
I mustn’t crack.
I won’t,
Though this bottle
Breaks my back.

***

«Love And Hate» by Alexis Brown

Love and Hate are four letter
words that tells lies and that
tells the truth
Love and Hate are four letter
words that express feelings
for the old and the youth

Love and Hate are four letter
words that can be powerful
Love and Hate are four letter

words that can be doubtful

Hate, hate is a four letter
word that is cruel and mean
Hate is a four letter word
that was made to hurt
someone’s feelings
Hate is four letter word
that someone uses when they
are angry

Hate is a four letter
word that can tear your family apart
Hate is a four letter word
that can even break your heart

Love, love is four letter word
that can sneak up on us sometimes
Love is four letter word
that is hard to say at times
Love is a four letter word
that can be true and pure
Love is four letter word
that can be fake and cruel
Why do people say ‘I love you’
and don’t even know what
love is?
Love is a four letter word
that confuses the mind
of adults and us young
kids
Love is a four letter word
that can be blind
Love is a four letter word
that can play tricks on
our minds

Love and Hate are four
letter words that tells lies
and that tells the truth
Love and Hate are four
letter words that expresses
feelings for the old and the youth

***

«Love And Hate And You And I» by Eman Awad

Am i to be loved by you a day,
and lost for your heart the other?
Know that if you walked away,
i will never love another..
Even if i killed my own heart,
and stopped it from it’s right to beat.
I swear i’ll tare it apart,
if it longed to who is used to cheat.
How have i ever fell for you?
in no time you had all of me.

How didn’t i know what’s true?
that you never felt for me.
And i saw more than a sign,
but yet i stayed so in love.
Thinking that you are mine,
i flew all the skies above.
And they told me but i didn’t believe,
it will end soon for it had no start.
But i heard nothing, trying to achieve,
the dream of my life to reach your heart.

What was ever on my mind?
if people lied to me, will so my eyes?
How was i so blind?
and hiding from all those lies.
I guess that no words are enough,
to describe the pain inside me.
I thought i am your only love,
and i’m your star and reverie.
Can’t help but to stare at you,
and stare back at my weary life.
Can’t help but to hate you,
and in this gale i won’t survife.
Love and hate and you and i,
why did you have to lead me on?
I can’t believe those tears i cry,
i can’t believe i was never strong..

***

«Love To Hate And Hate To Love» by Anita Clark

Am I sick cos I hate to hate you,
You made me hate you,
Let myself hate you,
When it’s all your fault,
…Cos you made me love you,
Yeah you made me hate to love you,
Now I hate myself.
So twist through time,
If you ever look back…
Admit you used me like the other damn Jacks!

So all that time you were lying?
All that time I was a fool?
Now this time I lay dying,
Drowning in this apathy pool,
These salted tears the gullable shed,
Well I’ve shed mine,
With guilt and dread,
Hear the voices,
Conscience in my head,
Now I can’t trust it,

My conscience’s dead.
Bittersweet, bitterweet tears run down,
All that time, I choked, I drowned,
I bled these thoughts again and again,
In my mind again, and again…

***

«Mirror, Mirror» by Ellie B. Ross

Mirror, Mirror, on the wall,
Why aren’t I thin, pretty, or tall?
Why don’t you show the perfect me?
The one that everyone pretends to be.
Mirror, Mirror, standing there,
Why can’t you just stop and stare?
Why do you point out all my flaws?
Making me feel the lowest of lows
Every time I hear you speak.
Slowly inside it’s killing me.
Why do we have these arrogant mirrors
That only believe in the public figures?
The models we see on TV,
Oh please, dear God, make that me.
Mirror, Mirror, can’t you see
What you show is killing me?
Every day and every night there’s no escape.
A mirror in sight.

***

«My Rage» by Lorilei Brown

During my childhood I was badly abused
and as I grew older, I became the accused.
The beating I took came straight from dad,
who used every obstacle to beat me so bad.

That tears that I’ve shed were because of fear,
that kick that I took it deafened my ear.
Doing hard labor at the age of nine
keeping the torment in back of my mind.

Eventually I became this child of steel
hard as a rock, with no tender feel.
I became immune to the blows to my head
as the tips of my welts that slightly bled.

The pain, it faded and my mind grew weak,
but as my body grew stronger, I became this freak.
He said he’ll teach me from wrong to right,
but my rage grew stronger, so I stood to his fight.

He kicked down my door, I stood to my feet
he sensed the difference as our eyes finally meet.
I held no fear by the stare of my eyes
I was no longer afraid, but wanted him to die.

Speechless we stood as my fist starts to flinch
while he drew closer, I never flinched.
His first blow landed forcefully on my eye
I shook it off and said, “It’s your turn to cry”.

We fought like caged animals, He fell hard on the floor
I spat in his face and said, “NO MORE!”.
After that night no two words were said,
walking to the beach with conflicting thoughts in my head.

Like: What did I do?, but yet felt as ease
I was happy to see him begging me please.
Was it the right thing for me to attack?
For the beatings to stop so he won’t hit me back? 
It must be the way for him to leave me alone.
I saw the fear in his eyes that had once been my own.

As I grew older it lingered in my mind
the memories I harbored never stayed behind.
I figured, “I’ll be respected if I fight my way through because I’ve powered over my dad and I can power over you”.

I never started trouble, but if it came my way
I’d fight to destroy with nothing to say.
The littlest thing you do can get me mad
who knows what will happen as you fade into dad.

My past still haunts me after all these years
it brings me power and hides my fears.
When I get into rage I can no longer see,
but I know you’re my dad who stands in front of me.

I’ll give all I’ve got till the damage is done
once again my past has won.
I’ve abused so many loved ones or not,
but I never cared and I never stopped.

It took that one night when she yelled it at me,
“The Devils in your eyes, Oh GOD please help me!”.
The fear that I saw it made my heart burn
I wanted to run, but no where to turn.

I looked deep in her eyes and I seen myself there
she was badly bruised, just shaking with fear.
Now I’m in prison and paying my dues
for the damages I’ve caused with scared black & blues.

The memories continue to haunt me today
I want it to stop, please GOD take it away.

***

«Never Say That Word» by Kevin T. Pearson

It is a small word
with a big bite,
the worst ever heard;
it is just not polite.

If you could hold it,
it would feel like a ton.
Beware not to use it;
it hurts, even in fun.

It never feels nice.
It should never be heard.
Please take my advice
and use another word.

You know how it feels
when someone says it to you.
It takes forever to heal,
even though it’s not true.

You must not forget.
Never make that mistake.
You will live with regret
if you use the word HATE.

***

«Rage» by Nyomie Lynn

I lay here tonight in a dark, silent room,
Feeling only pain and uncontrollable gloom.
Pictures of the blood flash in my head,
Pictures of you laying on the floor dead.
Never to come back and mess up my life.
I smile as I wipe your blood from my knife.
Your darkened red blood spills out on the street,
Your colden heart stopped DEAD in its beat.
I think back to all the pain and the hurt,
As I cover your body and spit on the dirt.
From you or your GAME I can no longer run,
And me killing you was my turn for FUN.
Oh how they’ll cry and oh how they’ll weep,
But I know their sorrow is ONLY SKIN DEEP.
As I turn to walk down the cold, empty street,
I walk to the rhythm your heart USED to beat.
I think back to you lying dead on the floor
And SMILE knowing your heart beats NO MORE!

***

«The Day I Hate Rice» by Maria Sudibyo

The day I hate rice
Is several rare day in a year
When I don’t eat rice
I don’t want to eat rice
I don’t want to see it
Because I hate its taste
And I hate to think about it
If I have the day I hate rice
Then you’ll know that I don’t feel well
I’m bored of this procession

I want to run from this life
Because I begin to hate myself
…just a little while
And everything will be back to normal again
That’s the meaning of
The day I hate rice

***

«The Destruction Of Hate-Murder The Beast» by Melvina Germain

Brought up in a prejudice dysfunctional household.
Took away the heart that once lived within your soul

Fiery eyes of a demon, a prejudice beast
Live your heart, conjuring up a deploring feast

You’ve hurt, you’ve maimed, took education away.
Took bright eyes and turned them a shade of gray.

Many years took its toile on the likes of you.

Bad heart, failed kidneys, time to pay your dues.

You reside in a room on the other side of town.
No one visits, no one cares, you sit wearing a frown.

Time to think and reflect while your body breaks down
No legacy to leave, you failed all around

The same people you despised, harbored hate for years
are the people who now console, dry your tears.


Why waste your time in this blessed life,
to create heartache, hate and contribute to ones strife.

Remember what you give out, you get back ten times more.
Father time will surely visit, come walking through your door.

Pick yourself up, start now before it’s too late.
Stop the cruelty, the pain, the destruction of hate.

***

«The Hate That I Hate» by Adalie Hettie

I hate the hate that resides in me now

I hate the hate that is so heavy it weighs me down
I hate the hate that keeps my emotions tightly wound

I hate the hate that charges my wall
I hate the hate that lies to strengthen my fall

I hate the hate that has me in chains
I hate the hate that courses through my veins


I hate the hate that is a shadow at my side
I hate the hate that has stolen my mind

I hate the hate that blinds me from the stars
I hate the hate that has created my war

I hate the hate that has stolen my grace

My scarlet letter written all over my face

***

«To My Enemy» by Lucy Maud Montgomery

Let those who will of friendship sing,
And to its guerdon grateful be,
But I a lyric garland bring
To crown thee, O, mine enemy!

Thanks, endless thanks, to thee I owe
For that my lifelong journey through
Thine honest hate has done for me
What love perchance had failed to do.

I had not scaled such weary heights
But that I held thy scorn in fear,
And never keenest lure might match
The subtle goading of thy sneer.

Thine anger struck from me a fire
That purged all dull content away,
Our mortal strife to me has been
Unflagging spur from day to day.

And thus, while all the world may laud
The gifts of love and loyalty,
I lay my meed of gratitude
Before thy feet, mine enemy!

***

«To One Hated» by Lucy Maud Montgomery

Had it been when I came to the valley where the paths parted asunder,
Chance had led my feet to the way of love, not hate,
I might have cherished you well, have been to you fond and faithful,
Great as my hatred is, so might my love have been great.

Each cold word of mine might have been a kiss impassioned,
Warm with the throb of my heart, thrilled with my pulse’s leap,
And every glance of scorn, lashing, pursuing, and stinging,
As a look of tenderness would have been wondrous and deep.

Bitter our hatred is, old and strong and unchanging,
Twined with the fibres of life, blent with body and soul,
But as its bitterness, so might have been our love’s sweetness
Had it not missed the way­strange missing and sad!­to its goal.

***

«Without You» by Cameron Lund

I HATE being patient, but I’ve got more of it than anyone else I know
I HATE having to put my self aside for something else,
but I care enough to do it
I find myself filled with a lot of that lately… this… Hate…
It sounds so weird to say it out loud… Hate…. It doesn’t have a nice feeling.
I HATE- 
   It’s just not me.
   It’s not how I want to be.
It doesn’t sound right coming out of my mouth.
It doesn’t sound right swirling through my head
why is it that I find myself constantly forcing that word out of my head.
I hate that…
there it is again,
lately It creeps up on me.
I know what causes it. I’m tired.
I’m tired of being patient and putting myself second
second for you
I hate you
I don’t hate you.
I hate the power you seem to have over me
I hate that I can’t hate you.
I feel helpless,
The words echo through my head. They echo through the room.
The room
This room.
I hate this room.
The room you so kindly took the time to build for me.
the room in my head.
once my sanctuary. – now my enemy.
I hate this room.
I’m forced to sit in this damp windowless room.
there is no way out. Not yet anyways.
I have to wait.
wait – And be patient.
wait…
for you.

***

«You Better Be Ready For Me» by Aaron Rodriguez

Hey you! Yeah, I’m talking to you, “Dad”!
Where were you when I needed you the most in my life?
You were never at my side,
You just wanted a carefree life.
Where were you when I was growing up?
You were busy starting over,
Drinking from your golden cup.
Did you pretend that I don’t exist anymore,
As you were finding someone new?
Well, I hope you cherish everyday you live,
Because I’m coming for you.
Never at a birthday nor graduation,
You didn’t care for me, that’s clear.
I hope you have a good story for this,
Because it’s one I’m dying to hear.

***

«You’re Not My Father» by Kristin K. Hudson

To have your last name
makes me ill.
You make me so angry
I want to kill!

I hate your voice
and the thought of you.
You were never there
when I needed you!

You’re inconsiderate,
you’re a lazy slob.
How could you do
what you did to mom?

It’s like you don’t
even accept me.
What kind of father
can you be?

You’re stupid for thinking
that I’d forgive
what you did to me…to mom.
How do you live?

Do you regret?
I hardly doubt.
I bet that I’m
the last thing you think about.

Don’t lie to me.
I know I’m right.
I don’t want you
in my sight!

Stay where you are;
don’t bother.
You’re lousy – I hate you
You’re not my father!!

But that’s okay,
you see,
because I don’t need
your money!

You’ve forgotten
me before.
Go ahead…do it
some more!

LOSER! JERK! – I hate you
you’re not my father,
and guess what,
I’m no longer
your daughter!