The Used And Abused Marionette(This poem is dedicated to all those who are or have been in abusive relationships. My heart goes out to all of you beautiful people.)I.I've been nothingBut a slave to your debauched desiresYour sole possession, your marionetteBenumbed by the deceit,The manipulation veiledBeneath your soft artist's touch...And a touch that endeavours to sabotageThe most beautiful of all silhouettesIs the touch of the irresistible...The undeniable...Just like you...For I was left powerless, forlorn of all hope,As your hands designed my fate,With one subtle caress at a time...With one stage of seduction at a time...--II.Those gifted handsCarved me so delicatelyInto the figurine of a burlesque dollFaceless, stripped of an identityDehumanised, to gratify your intentions.My wooden frame,Varnished by your blood,The paint of passion, the lacquer of love,Coated upon my skin as a bittersweet glaze...Every brittle limb,Webbed with stringsBound tightly by intricate knotsTo the tips
That Thing Called Love...When you speak those three beautiful wordsAs softly as water droplets gliding down a petalFrom gravitys gentle pull
When you dissolve me in your romantic metaphorsAs sugar does when stirred in warm liquidWith its sweetness melting through
When your lips meet mine in an ethereal kissEmbodying loves sweet languorAs our hearts diffuse
I see the world through rose-coloured heart-shaped glassesWhere the bitterness is filtered away from my sightWith my eyes, only capable of witnessing beautyIm no longer a stranger in a world of spiteFor the darkness has been devouredBy the ignition of our loves lightAnd when love conquers allThere need be no plightBut when the glasses come offThe candor withers awayAs I notice your true coloursIm paralysed with dismayYou are not the rose I thought you wereYou are the thorns on its stemWe are two repelling forcesAnd together we breed mayhemSo here I am yet againStaring intuitively at the s
Mr. WomaniserDear Mr. WomaniserSuch a sweet-tongued charmer, you areFetching women, here and therePursuing your futile female chasing gameTo toy with your victims without a careWith what youre destroying in the processYou only care to satisfy your sexual appetiteAs you steal away defenseless heartsWith that poisoning and deceitful smileYoure always proving your love fraudulentlyWith fallacies of sweetly phrased liesFor your lips only speak of empty promisesAnd manipulative emotional bribesBecause you are nothing but a devil-virtuosoDisguised in a mask of genuinenessAnd you show a face of selfless humilityWhen in reality, you are possessedOf a self-centred and conceited narcissismMisusing women to feed your undeserved vanityPersevering in your ruthless perversionYou invade every womans moralitiesAnd persuade them into your bedBecause your double-minded psycheIs only clouded with thoughts of soulless sexFor testosterone governs your mentalityAnd you freely n
A Writer's BlockA sense of pending doom overcomes a writerConsumed in a frustrating inabilityTo construct a poetic sentenceFor one is trapped in an exasperating moment whereSo many words cannot be pennedThus so many emotions that cannot be expressedAnd so many insights that cannot be sharedAll to blame on the burden called a writers blockA writers nightmare diagnosisBut one must let time healThis temporary feeling of wordlessnessAnd one must let inspiration reopenThis blockage of poetic emptinessFor a writers next epiphany will soon come.
Pathological LiarIt is no mysteryThat your lips only speak of fictional storiesYou use to compose your identityNot a word you speak has any resemblance with truthFor you are made of a thick façade of liesWhether it be big or small, you care notAs long as there is no glimpse of honestyUnderlying in the words you speakFor the revelation of truth is what you fear mostI know that those lies masqueradeAn overt denial of unpleasant realitiesI know that deep down you are a tormented soulThat lies provide you with reliefA relief you long forI know that you are a stranger in your own bodyBut you have lost all credibility nowYour lies are inconsistentYou are no longer a fatherBut a manipulative manThat only breeds chaos in our familyYour deception is no longer welcomeYou, Dad, are no longer welcome in my lifeNow it is my time to neglect youThe way you neglected meFor the way you abused my motherFor the emptiness you have left in my heartAs I grew up without a fatherFor all the pro