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Betrayal

poet Anonymous

Poetry Contest

This thread is for those of you who have lost friend due to being one sided. Just was more toxic than good. Could also be relationships with past lovers. Anything like that.
Bare with me, I'm new to this. Just thought it would be a fun way to read more writings from y'all. Get more recognition for your posts. If I'm doing anything wrong, let me know. Lol. Most importantly, have fun with it.

poet Anonymous

Twisted

why do you need
to see
whats behind the door
are the words
i love you
not enough
any more
why do you insist
on looking
behind the scenes
when you know
what you will find
will not be me
yet you hope and pray
that i will change
while wishfull thinking
becomes your cage
as you lay
on your barron bed
of dispair
believing
one day
I Will Care

poet Anonymous

no good deed goes unpunished...

 
without warning it came
no breeze to betray movement
no subtle mumbling below breath
just the sound of lash striking flesh
and a residual ringing still echoing
the soft rhythmic pattern of retreating steps
no trace evident
like wisps of mistÖ
ÖadriftÖ
Öwafting through dense fog
nothing to be seen
reeling in confusion
nothing making sense
words fell on stoppered ears
willfully muffled to sound
as eyes averted to painted skies ignored reality
loving smiles once graciously gifted
arms felt wrapped in warm embrace
now found forcefully snatched away
these changes in demeanor
all bear shades most bitter
liberally laced
with the acrid taste of jealousy
as hands held out in customary manner lifted another
wiping tears & soothing deeply embedded pains
how did those compassionate actions
leave the bestower exposed to such harsh elements?
disregarding intent & innocence
strangely mistaken for something else
yet accepting no blame for your own part
in the breaking of three aching hearts
your carefully shrouded dishonesty
a slap in the face of loyalty
are you aware
how frosty your shoulder has gotten?
was it the suddenly averted attention
or the recipient of helpful intention
that turned those baby blues so green
now here stand the forgotten
the wrongfully accused
both giver & given
shunned, stunned & left out in the cold
shivering
in resounding silence
doors bolted & bonds broken
while you held hostage emotion
denying their expression
refusing to listen
as emerald hues stole true sight from you
turning & showing them your back
the discarded shoved quietly into your past
saddened but wiser
burned by the sting of the whip you so deftly used
wielded in underhand fashion
sometimes the†word
doesnít carry as much impact
as the†bite
of silent goodbyes




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poet Anonymous

Glimmer of Hope CRUSHED by Eternal sad

I've always maintained that I
will only take what another
offers. I am not one to push
or pull or guilt You into any
one thing or any spiritual or
anything...Love.

I received an email yesterday
(NO, I am not going to share
it with You, as I've learned
a valuable lesson from this
yesterday) and this is some
of the most heart stabbing
bleed I've ever been privileged
to experience in my reinvented
life. I feel sick to my gut
as if I throw up right this
fuckin' minute; perhaps I will
do this later...every hour
of every - later.

That email has a hint of
forgiveness but under the weight
of eternal sad and obvious
betrayal, hope may just be
the tease.
What does it mean when some
someone says that You betrayed
them but they still deeply
love You?

Means that there's a slim
glimmer of hope for me, but
crushed under hers and mine~
eternal sad.

My love signs off to me an
unconditional good-bye:
agape. †Another ort of
hope?

I read too much. . .
poet Anonymous

Masochist

I miss you, all of you
the ups and downs
being spun around
dizzy with desire

Then gone so quickly
not seen for months
leaving rivers of tears
in your wake

Left to slowly rebuild
pieces of my heart
poorly shielded from
strong hollow winds
of promised love

Yet I stand here
barefoot
tattered cotton dress
head tilted up, eyes closed
facing west

Soft breeze of breath
caressing the surface of skin
touching the deepest corners
of an eternally broken heart

Longing for the next time
poet Anonymous

The Dream

We were young and full of imagination,
The world was ours for the taking,
We shared the same vision,
It was history in the making.
But as life happens we went our ways,
Only to meet two decades later,
We still shared that vision,
But yours was even greater.
Our friendship would help us achieve,
The dream we wanted to realize,
We were the first generation,
The vision in those kids eyes.
You took on as a teacher and mentor,
Yet somehow things went wrong
I didnít mind that you made mistakes,
After all we always make our own.
But I do mind that you didnít own up to it,
Or at least apologize for your blunder,
Especially when my offspringís involved,
And it tore the whole group asunder.
Where you so blind so as to not see?
How many childrenís hopes you broke?
All because of your foolish pride,
And made yourself the butt of a joke?
I kept away from rumors and gossip,
But little by little I felt even more withdrawn
Learn to swallow your pride, you let it die,
The dream when we dreamt is gone.
Twenty seven years of friendship,
Down the drain because you hurt my son,
You hurt a whole different generation,
Who chased the dream that now is gone.
All you had to do was apologize,
A true leader knows his role,
And everyone wouldíve supported you,
In realizing and achieving the goal.

Whenever I go and visit the organization,
I see that a new class has reconvened,
In the meantime Iíve gone and unfriended,
The friend who I once mentored
But killed the dream.

poet Anonymous

contradictions

Forever was a lie
Yet I believed it when u spoke
when I looked into your eyes
I missed that something u were trying to hide
I neglected to see that you're full of arrogance self riotousness and pride
yet still I welcomed your invasion
my soul and my body
accepted u on every occasion
why must I seek acceptance
why can't I just be alone
I'm stuck in this state of ambivalence
no one should have this power
my soul was up for the taking  
I left it out for u to devour
try as I may, try as I might
this is a battle my heart can not fight
no longer believe in you or your intentions
I think there's something u forgot to mention
played me like a pro
your words touched me, set my heart aglow
I've grown older n u would think wiser
but im no match for u  
as I look in your eyes that flicker soft Amber
your beauty's unmatched
n u knowingly use it for gain
and I got attached.
break it off like a dead limb
a future my mind  painted so bright
slowly fading, becoming so grim
easy to lose and hard to regain
trust isn't to be played with
once lost, things r never the same  
don't expect a warm welcome
you won't find it here  
apparently ur not the one  
no time to waste
I won't be mislead
I won't settle in haste
u will not get n my head
should have never let u n my bed
the sheets whisper and taunt
knowing exactly what I want
I can not give in a single bit
though I fien for u like a junkie
just needing one more hit
look in my eyes while I'm down on my knees
it's u I want,
that I desire to please  
ur a work of art, an absolute fantasy
your angelic, yet somehow demonic
my expectations were straight sardonic
your too good to believe
lips so soft, why do they decieve
I sit in solitude
thinking how things could be different
mind exploring every avenue
we are each others contradiction  
opposite and no good for each other
maybe our own addiction
i hate it will end like this
but u rather live a life of crime
love comes last in your world
so there can be no trying again, no next time.
 
 
poet Anonymous


Betrayed by our Mother🔥

Never a day that didnít pass
I always felt safe & sound.
My childhood lulled me into a
sense of false security.

But that wasnít apparent yet
as every year came and went,
Like cookie-cutter treats on a
bakery conveyor belt.

The seasons were reliable,
like when Mom would tuck me in.
The showers fell & flowers grew
in mild Spring temprement

The other seasons fell in line
as holidays were thrilling.
Each Eastertide & Christmastide
were filled with family giving.

I knew of other times that came,
all part of Mother Nature.
In southern Cali where I live,
there was a time of fire.

It happened after each Summer,
when Fall was bone-dry, dying.
For the Santana winds to stir
dead & dying leaves aglow.

So thru the years the climate turns
and has become all-year round.
Itís evíry day the wild and brush
Burns anywhere in Cali.


poet Anonymous

Broken Soul

Standing here, as the rain washes my tears away
Holding on to your promise of a sunny day
Itís more than the wind that chills my soul
Your memory is easier than you were to hold
 
We had some good times down here by these tracks
I guess you and I both know they ainít coming back †
I still sit here and listen to that lonesome whistle blow
Itís times like these your memory is so hard to let go
 †
If I could go back in time and have you forever to hold
Iíd make a deal with the Devil and sell my broken soul
Iíd Hope and pray God would see things my way
Cause without you I canít live another day
 
poet Anonymous

Dear Bob....

He reads her letter yet again
Feels the same pang of pain
Canít take the pressure she says
Still I love you in so many ways
But canít live with you being over there
Me being over here
Iím only human my dear
I hope youíll see itís for the best
And for our little boy the joy
Of knowing the man he calls daddy
Comes home at night
Doesn't fight

Staying away
Whilst we can only watch and pray
Itís just too much watching the news
Wondering when itís your turn to lose
Canít do it any more
The flag draped caskets
Returning
See the widowsí tears
Burning
Coursing down their pain lined faces
Just another guy ran out of aces

Bob You know Iím not a whore
But I met a man,
It wasnít planned
It just happened
One of those things
He talks of a future
With wedding rings
Heís got a great job Bob
And little Jimmy loves him too
Hell what could I do?

I know youíll be angry
But screw you! It was your choice
To go away fighting for paltry pay
Sorry, sorry, didnít mean to get mad
Must be the guilt
Iím not the type to jilt
At the drop of a hat, stuff like that
Anyway I gotta go
Just thought Iíd let you know
Youíll always be in my heart

Be lucky,
Lucy
He drops the letter to the wind
Watches it blow
Then pulls the trigger with his toe
poet Anonymous

Once More, But Never Again

weary beyond grand words
lost and I canít find letters
someone come group them
together for me
and arrange them
precisely on my paper
my midnight eyes gripping
filled to the absolute brim
with unshed tears frozen
to the last shred of dignity
I can find within
the last piece of me
of my origin, of who I am
and how I came to be
I am so desperate to hang on
but my white knuckled approach
has left me with broken
fingers and a bruised head
cracks inside my heart
patched precariously
with simple clear tape
the kind that doesnít stick
old and covered in detritus
from the bottom of my bag
whatever I am made of
it leaves a putrid taste
in your already bitter mouth
but Iíve never been sweeter
than I was when I loved you
 
tired of playing
so dumb
so you can feel
so smart
exhausted with you
being enraged with me
and the space I dare
occupy
 
Iím even bigger on the inside
if you could imagine
such a thing
the whole of the cosmos resides
within my frailty
intertwined with my fears
counting into the hundreds
these days
youíve hated me from the moment
this ill-fitting soul was placed
into this awkward body
I told myself it was in reserve
for all the someone elses †  
someones who had wronged you
I longed for the day youíd bestow
that precious all-the-way love
upon my confused and crowded head
despite what you think about me
that love is the only thing of yours
I ever coveted
†  
but you should know
I am an empath goddess
you audacious, silly girl
albeit, one not many believe in
my footing on the gilded path
was sidelined by your
insatiable need to cage me
tame me, maim me
keep my honeyed lips
my curvy hips
my witty quips
muted so your insecurity
could crawl itís fragile spirit
inside my mouth and hide
until all the words I spoke
were antique mirrors
instead of open windows
†  
disrobed of my outer shell
my origin story erased
you are not my keeper
and I am no longer yours
bet your ass we both knew my role
and the one you assumed was yours
while you pretended and I denied
my five year-old naÔvetť
wanted the lies I told myself
to sprout legs and run free
Iíll get out the glue this time
spackle this fragile bitchís heart
back together once more
but never again
†  
Iíll smooth it all over
so youíll never see the fault lines
Iíll hide them deep on the inside
with the rest you gave me
and Iíll find my footing
sure as shit I will
and when my frayed wings
have returned to my aching back
Iíll leave you in your acrid stench
your humid swamp of veiled begrudging
of conditional love, provisional hovering
and fly the fuck out of here
like the hot-mess demon
rebellious wanton heathen
youíve always believed me to be
with my rusted, crooked halo  
Iíll soar far above and beyond you
then we can both begin yet again
by telling ourselves the truth
poet Anonymous

Betrayals

Betrayals
poet Anonymous

Waving Goodbye

It's been a nice six years
You and I
Our desert rides
Our crazy jokes
What a shame it had to go
I'm still clinging onto false hope
I guess I'm to blame
If you say so
I'm a fucking asshole
So the story goes
It's been a nice six years
You and I
Blow me kisses
I'm waving goodbye
poet Anonymous

Seven All Alone

 

Within the depths of an ore filled grave away from life and light.
Six other souls toil with me from days break to early night.
Some speak of want some talk of love others long in ways between.
Jealously kept are seven secrets and hid well are desired dreams.
Tíwas a cursed blessing granted when first we saw the madden fair.
Our loneliness came beautifully taken refuge in our lair.
Of her she changed house to home a prison none could flee.
Punished with her velvet touch all craved submissively.
The air was filled with her scent and the music of her voice.
Sought for her attention each wished to be her only choice.
In a fruit delivered came destinies answer to fates silent call.
At rest dwelled a beauty pure perched atop deathís eternal wall.
I sadly gazed as a single kiss awoke her soul to him.
Embraced in passion they rose together with the effort of a whim.
In the darkness of a carved out cave seven mine for precious ore.
Ever after is there ending for a love theyíll have no more.
poet Anonymous

Blindsided

I wish that I could have seen your eyes, your face
Or something else to see instead of reading your
Text that came through that dark night on my cell
Phone. I was always trying to find my favorite place
To go as I had a good or bad day. I want to explore
The whole world with you by my side, but I fell
For you before the world had time to fully catch
Up. I was blindsided by the trust and love I gave,
But most of all I was blindsided by the fact you, out
Of all the people in this world who knew to snatch
Up my worries would bring them back. I forgave
You although I was at fault for ignoring the doubt
And every red flag. In the end it hurt me more than
You because while you left unscathed and unhurt
I let the pain take control. I was completely hurting,
More than you will ever truly know and I just ran
As far as I could because staying felt like a dessert
With no oxygen. You were the expert at skirting.
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