soul crushing resentment

This entry is about my resentment and hatred of rapists, and this is about a particular one that I confronted, there is nothing more on this god damn Earth that I hate more than a fucking Rapist. They are the scum of society.


Deliver the Fear (Sick Of It All)

Stop breathing
my god damn oxygen.
Anger simmers in my heart,
like embers..
Clenching my fists tightly,
fucking sick of it all.
No regrets
you've taken her from me.
Defiled her innocence.
A broken man I am.
Any saving grace has forsaken me.
Nothing to contain,
not a thing to control
ME.
Your life grows short,
delivering the fear
living in the moment
without a care for the law.
 
Blood sprays upon me
as a drive my elbow into your face.
over and over again,
shattering teeth and bone.
Delivering the fear with every strike.
Sick of it all.
Striking out of hatred
for what you have done.
An animal I have become,
living purely on instinct.
Satisfying my murderous rage,
in a desolate back street alley.
A night of drinking you were hoping?
Here, drink your own fucking blood.
 
Never will I forget
and never will I forgive.
She was helpless
alone.
You were weak
and struck the innocent.
You escape punishment through
a pathetic justice system.
I will suffice
as your judge.
Jury.
And executioner.
You scumbag
Rapist pig.
You will
NEVER
touch her again.
You are scum
and I will end you.
 
You're struggling?
Struggle some more!
Yeah, that's better.
You beg,
like pigs beg for shit.
Roll around in your tears
on the ground,
right where you belong!
Sick of it all!
Raining down pain,
delivering the fear.
You have nothing left
and I am finally satisfied.
Leaving you to your blood,
stray teeth.
And shattered facial bones.
Leaving you to your pain
I rise.
Standing over you.
 
Fear,
delivered.
 
Pain,
returned.  

thank you for your great entry AscensionES and yes rape is the lowest of low.!!

Resentment

I've been in this dark place  
for quite a while now  
if this place had a name  
it might be 'Dissatisfaction'  
or something like,  
'Indifference' or 'Weariness'  
All suiting words  
describing a dreary situation  
 
I've heard I'm good with words  
but maybe I'm not  
maybe just most people are terrible with them  
but that's beside the point  
the point is really,  
that I am so very tired of this  
this feeling that seemed to manifest  
deep inside  
roots buried so deep in my core  
that this diseased tree will never fall down  
 
I'm told by my therapist  
to go deep down  
within myself  
to find these roots  
for there is the source of my discontent  
I traveled this path  
and found you  
 
I wasn't prepared for the revelation  
after we have come so far  
and I had rebuilt all those bridges  
that I had set to torch  
that all these feelings  
could knock me flat  
and curdle in my stomach  
like rancid emotions  
 
It was always you  
I see that now  
and now my biggest regret  
is not telling you how I feel  
what I know  
what I want you to see in my eyes  
that you hurt me  
more than words could ever explain  
 
It's too late now  
because we made our peace  
though now it seems premature  
there's so much left to fester  
and I don't have the heart to tell you  
that I resent you

Great competition idea, resentment can be a very hard thing to cope with.

nice, thank you for your entry AlwaysCaliban :)

thanks, yes it can, such a powerful emotion.

Within the umbra

Strolling the vacant streets of my mind
and pondering upon the cruelty of time,
To walk this path of time in reverse
seems less like a gift and more like a curse.
The sands of time get whipped into a frenzy
as images of the past stain me with envy.
I long to hear those words that will never again grace my ears
that once flowed from her lips and my fears.  
I ache for those days when you begged me to stay
and asked me to hold you out of fear for the dark
or comfort from the cold.
And my tears provide no sense of catharsis
as I reanimate these times of bliss in the darkness.
Here upon my bed, when I open my eyes
and look next to me past the tears that I've cried,
I will find my side vacant
within this house that's not a home
and after all of this time I still lie alone.

"What Hurts The Most"
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Homo sapiens,
drooling fools
pointing fingers
by the gazillions,
smothering dreams,
spewing abundant hatreds,
spreading lingering fears,
melting souls.
It’s a downward
spiral,
living in these dark holes.
We put us here,
we’re all hypocrites,
some bigger than others.
I resent everybody,
including myself.
That’s what hurts the most.

thank you for your awesome entries guys

Bleeding Demons
 
Hell's sinking.. Swallowed Envy, they're reeling in self-pity
And I really hope this hollow, empty feeling is quelled swiftly
'Cause that's not my heart beating, believe me.. It's a distress signal
Got a large demon to feed and we could be less vigil..
Hear it howl as the sun starts to fall
You should fear the nearest town for the blood marks us all..
Nation of zombies, ungodly and hateful..
You take it; it's not me, but oddly I'm grateful
For the pain that you've caused me.. And all that it may bring
It's true, you did haunt me with talk of such great things
Building success on the backbone of this anguish..
That was home, the last throne you could vanquish
A vast unknown.. Last poem in a language; I'm finally free..  
This is all that I am now, and rightfully me..
A beacon of madness where breathing is non-conformity
You leech on the sadness, and teach it to conquer cordially..
Why the apology?.. Fight the ideology
And silently, you'd lie to me, despite divine theology
Surrounded by idiots.. Clowns and insidious people
Countless are hideous, found 'em drowning; this city is evil..
Still, I see the good in it..
Still, I see what could have been
What should've been, what would've been
If you could see the good in him..
You're just too deep in your favorite sin
True.. You needed new demons; brood, sleep, and take it in..

Copyright © 2012 Travis J Gibbs, The Ant1-Her0 Project

Erase Me
Erase me from your
brain,
I know that’s what
you’ll do,
Forget about this
love, I‘ve got nothing left
for you.

Things are really
ending now,
I don’t know where it
starts,
Probably cold and
deep inside,
Somewhere in our hearts,

But none of this shit matters,
You just remind me how it is,
I hope you live a happy life,
I hope you’re glad you’re his,

So think about this stupid rhyme,
When ever you feel bad,
So It can remind you of a time,
You destroyed a heart one had,

And maybe that will cheer you up,
So you and him could laugh,
A stupid man who writes some lines,
For a heart that’s torn in half,

But I don’t give a fuck what you,
Or anybody else will think,
A pen that hit’s a pad for you,
Is a pen without it’s ink,

I guess this is goodbye,
There’s one last thing to do,
Only two words, or a middle finger,
But either way, fuck you.

Hushhhhhh lil baby... ! extreme content !


Whiskey
Black.

Serenades
the wolves

flash backs

Movements of
hard times
nursery rhymes
and

mommies crimes

those men in masks

I can hear footsteps..
and voices

"So Where is she?"

"Probably in her room
hiding in the closet"

"Who gets er' first?"
hell
where's my belt?

She's a screamer!

"Mommy!"
NO!

Mommy!!

Come here little girl..
you should be used
to this routine
Its the pussy I enjoy
and a must
I hear you scream

To the point
I couldn't breathe..

the rhythm of my heartbeat
sang


Hush lil baby
don't you cry
.
.
.
.




God
isn't
coming
again
tonight.

Defeated Vexation


Five years.
Five.
Years.
And I can count the number of times on my worn out hand.
This is beyond the point of frustration.
Beyond the point of masochism.
In no just world should someone like Me
be allowed to fall for someone like You.
In no version of the universe where fairness exists
should we be so perfect for each other in every Other way.
Our first years reduced to on again off again status
because 'you weren't ready'.
And then Finally. Finally.
Finally!
After almost three years that I don't know How I survived.
And there I was expecting that to be the breaking point.
That from then on we'd be like my first;
clothing shed the Second we were alone
(and sometimes when we weren't).
But no, back to my seclusion.
After that first time, a week.
Then a month.
Then longer.
I fairly howl in rage when you say I could be more assertive;
if I took the initiative, yes, you would give me what I want.
But that's the problem, isn't it;
you're Giving, as a favor, as a courtesy.
You try to deny it yet you sneer in disgust at the slightest mention of the topic!
And I've grown tired of the arguments.
I've grown tired of you telling me I'm wrong
while your every action screams that I'm Right.
And honestly, while I still love you,
while I'll always love you,
while we'll be together forever,
your lack of desire has caused my overactive lust
to start to desert you.