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 veiled Beneath 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.T
Erotomania: A Fatal ObsessionAs I watch you, I quiverAbsorbed in my own deliriumTainted with grotesque desires of You...A thrill surges through meBy the thought of my teethSinking deep into your sinuous amber skinWith the savoury taste of your bloodLeaving its tinge on my tongueA thrill surges through meBy the thought of my nailsCarving my name across your chestClawing vows into your fleshLeaving us eternally boundA thrill surges through meBy the thought of my lips mutilating youWith a jagged razorblade kissRupturing your stolen soulLeaving you unsoundFor 2 years, 7 months, 3 weeks, 2 days, 14 hours, and 19 minutes...Since the very f
That Thing Called Love...When you speak those three beautiful wordsAs softly as water droplets gliding down a petal From gravity’s 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 love’s sweet languor As 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 beautyI’m no longer a stranger in a world of spiteFor the darkness has been devouredBy the ignition of o
Deception - Short PoemsPhotographs can tell the most beautiful liesIt can capture insincere emotions with such credibilityThat you, yourself can be fooled by your own façadeJust like this photograph of you and me Where our lips meet in a tender kissUnveiling our love story to the worldA story filled with heartbreak and agonyAnd yet we seem so happily in loveThat I can dissolve in the solaceOf this photograph’s sweet deception.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------EverydayI fabricate a smileTo deceive all those who surround meJust so they are unable to enjoy the pleasureOf witnessing my
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 honesty Underlying in the words you speakFor the revelation of truth is what you fear mostI know that those lies masquerade An 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
EgomaniacDear EgomaniacYou consider yourself superior to all those that surround youYour undeserved ego rises beyond any possibility of calculationYou feed your pride by demeaning othersTo tear them down with your spitefulness Is psychological masturbation for you.You claim to possess intelligence But let me tell you somethingMemorising a textbook and then vocalising informationDoes not make you intelligentIt only shows your lack of knowledge on all that is truly significantQuoting facts that were not discovered by yourselfShows that you can only utilise other people’s knowledgeNot your own.True wisdom comes from real
A Writer's Block IICountless thoughts moored in my mindRavelled in knots of suppressed emotionsUnable to be untangled into lucid wordsAs I quest for the coffer of inspirationFor I’ve fallen into a literary black holeWith my creativity trapped between barricading wallsUnable to escape from this mental confinementMy mind tries to grasp but the words withdrawThough an unshared poem hangs on the tip of my tongueThe taste of bitter frustration lingers on I stab this feeble page with the pen in my handHoping to transform spontaneous fragments into a poemBut still, no words emerge into my consciousnessTo fill these blank pages that stare
Abortion - Dead Before BornToday, I will face my indelible deathMy life will be silenced, though I am still unbornMy Momma’s eyes, stained with sorrowAs she wipes away the tears, her cheeks have wornBut she promises to herself, that she won’t mournFor I am a product of her illegitimate mistakeA consequence of a love, forbidden and tornAnd eradicating me is her only route of escapeThough there is no glimpse of light where I am hiddenI know the world beyond this womb is filled with colourThat there is transcendental beauty my eyes will never see And a life I will never have the chance to savour Defenselessly I will descend to ashesBy a
Mr. WomaniserDear Mr. WomaniserSuch a sweet-tongued charmer, you are Fetching women, here and therePursuing your futile female chasing gameTo toy with your victims without a careWith what you’re destroying in the processYou only care to satisfy your sexual appetiteAs you steal away defenseless hearts With that poisoning and deceitful smileYou’re always proving your love fraudulently With fallacies of sweetly phrased liesFor your lips only speak of empty promisesAnd manipulative emotional bribesBecause you are nothing but a devil-virtuoso Disguised in a mask of genuinenessAnd you show a face of selfless humilityWhe
Anorexic BallerinaAs the melody beginsThe spotlight showers her frail bodyA smile paints her fleshless faceAs she drifts away from her frozen poseAnd melts into her own shadowDancing the tale of her loveless existenceTo an empty audience of hollow soulsThe story of this damsel remains unnoticedAs she glides across the stage with true solemnessHer spirit soars freer with every movementFor in this moment, she no longer need beA feeble alembic of hidden distressAt last, unchained from eyes of disapprovalShe dances her heart out with the littlest compulsionTo hide behind an obscure veil of unfeasible perfectionShe finally liberates he
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