The mirror
I wish she would smile more often.
That she was less sad and less blue.
I wish that she was less lonely.
And of course, by she, I mean you.
I wish you made better decisions.
That you knew how to say what you mean.
I wish you weren’t so impulsive.
And of course, by you, I mean me.
I wish they all didn’t hate me.
I wish they all wouldn’t yell.
I am so angry at me,
But by me do I mean myself?
Shattered Love
Am I too bleed for you?
Am I a source of humor, for you to tell others about?
You claim to be my friend, you pull me away from others, and yet you discard me without a thought.
When your mind is too full, I slip out one ear like I don't belong.
You ask why I'm shy. You ask why I cry. You ask why I don't get out more.
Because of you. You have twisted me around, turned our love into a toxicity I cannot live without.
I hate you, because you have made me love you
To those we hate
Too often I see you
When not in front of me
Then in my bitter thoughts
A hot and raging brew
Ever coursing my veins
To the fast beating heart
They say each must come through
To search for forgiveness
And let go of the ire
The choice to begin anew
Belongs only to me
A pawn I'll someday play
The things you say I rue
Your presence I can't bear
As you stand before me
You clearly have no clue
What lurks beyond the eyes
Now focused upon you
You are a liar
You talked shit about me
You threw everything on me
Treated me like a ball
Played my love
Made me to rush my decisions
Tried to trick me
Said you love only me
But one fight and you threaten
Played with my feelings
How does this called love?
Said to my friends I was the bad one
Heard though you flirt another one
Heard you flirted while we were together
How it seems fair to take the blame?
You tried to control me
Now you are looking like an abuser
Don't come closer
Now you calling me names
Trying to steal my friends
Boy you didn't deserve my love
You never wanted me
Tried to change me
Was I like a slave to you?
Babe no more
I have now my freedom
You shall drown to your misery now
No Excuses
Explain yourself.
Tell me your story.
What’s the excuse for all your abuse?
Explain why.
Tell me the reasons you feel you must deny me your honesty.
What’s the excuse for all of your lies?
Explanations in vain; for,
I’ll not listen to your irrational fabrications any longer.
I want to simply forget every vestige of you-
To cease to think of you.
I want every thought of you to disintegrate into nothingness-
Into a pile of manure
And for you to forever go away from me,
So that I can be free.
March of Ides and Unraveling Lies
Betrayed by his brethren
What an abysmal fate
Destiny is a cruel, fickle maiden
Who cannot be overcome by faith
The end is nigh, inferno is near
For all we hold dear will someday disappear
Tragedy creeps elusively
It strikes us while we’re weak
Until finally death brings us on our knees
It’s the aftermath of greed
To be betrayed by one’s own kin
Inevitable yet unpredictable
Why would life bestow such a circumstance?
Intangible emotions is the chaos this perpetuates
The poor trusting fool realized it far too late
He stood valiantly over many brigades
Although tonight was not as grand
Julius Caesar collapsed after a single glance
From the one he cherished the most in all his lands
Et tu Brutus?
He cried with his last breath
Then he shut his eyes
And accepted his end
The blade within the other man’s hands
Pierced through resigned flesh
To Caesar, blood was thicker than water
But not to Rome
His own son Brutus shattered their filial code
In the end, Brutus chose his home
A truly brilliant abode
Albeit, swarming with surreptitious moles
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Author’s Note
The historical accuracy of this work is questionable. Brutus is never confirmed to be Caesar’s son, but their dynamic was very similar to the relationship between a father and son.
There is a possibility that Caesar is his biological father. After all, Caesar was involved with Brutus’s mother Servilia. However, it is never confirmed by Caesar himself.
The relationship between Brutus and Caesar is up to interpretation. They were very close and Caesar favored Brutus. From my perspective, Caesar considered Brutus to be his son.
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