by Rohan Moran |
Categories:
abuse, anger, betrayal, child abuse, childhood, family, feelings,
Hug him,
Comfort him,
Nurture him,
Her guise a sweet yet cunning ruse.
Break him,
Twist him,
Ruin him,
She was my fathers own to choose.
Hold him,
Calm him,
Kiss him,
A joyless game to play.
Drown him,
Choke him,
Smother him,
I almost died that day.
Breath taking,
Promise making,
Seraphim,
Two minds two worlds apart,
Soul faking,
Heart raking,
Psychopath,
I saw this from the start..
by Cherie Gozon |
Categories:
girl, love, men, self,
WANTED:
Someone who’ll understand
The words of a psychopath
The personality of a split
The heart of a woman.
Someone who’ll see
What is behind the eyes
What is inside the heart
And not behind the clothes.
Someone who’ll feel
The want to rage
The need to wee
The desire to be loved.
Someone who’ll hold
The arms that’s swaying
The shoulders that’s faltering
The feet that’s leaving.
Someone…
Just someone…
Simply someone…
Who doesn’t even exist.
by Moses Wanjama |
Categories:
career, change, courage, emotions, inspirational,
Am yearning for freedom,
A space of mine to thrive,
To have a decent and happy home,
And a swimming pool when hot I can dive
I wanna join the dots to form a straight line,
To establish a fine career path,
Avoid corrupt tenders to sign,
God gimme courage to calm the rage of the psychopath.
Lemmi break free from this love triangle,
Still deliberating on the escape angle,
Hey,Miley gimme that wrecking ball,
Finally decided to break this gable wall.
Hey problem,you’ve made me cry,
Endlessly agonizing me night and day,
It’s time I shout a bold “DIE”
Infact,in my opinion you are nay!!
by Gail Foster |
Categories:
emotions, evil, humanity, love, metaphor, psychological, relationship,
my first sonnet...
Empathieves
Are empaths thieves, of feelings not their own?
Like magpies stealing precious shining rings,
They see the pain by strangers’ faces shown
And understand our secret hidden things
Our tears run down their faces, our delight
May swell their hearts with love or blood or pride,
Fond friends, or someone lonely in the night
Who saw us on the telly and who cried
Unwitting thieves perhaps, but nonetheless
Possessed of power to bless or else to curse,
They know our soul while others merely guess,
May mean well and may love us much; far worse
The psychopath, who sees us without feeling,
Devoid of empathy, beyond all healing
by Gail
by John Monteblanco |
Categories:
girlfriend-boyfriend, lost love
What the hell!?
All I wrote was a stupid love letter!
No need for an attitude or cursing.
It was just a joke!
I hope you didn't take it seriously.
I know I'm playing with your heart, but that's just my way of saying "hello. What's your
name? I really want to get to know you like I do my brain."
I'm a psychopath, a maniac, and a murderer all hidden behind this mask.
This mask that always has a smile on its face has a deep secret.
I know not how to tell you what kind of stupidity came over me.
A heart is a precious being,
not a thing.
Forgive me for my ignorance, I'll never speak again.
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, love hurts,
She thought they were in love
Because he said all the right things
He was almost too good to be true
The consummate gentlemen
He was compassionate and gentle.
Taking his time with her,
Grooming her softly,
She bought into the fantastic love he offered.
Unfortunately, he was the worst kind of psychopath,
Secluding her from her family and friends
The second they were married,
Spending the rest of her life trying to squelch her light.
by Holly Bohto |
Categories:
abuse, crazy,
Precious is a word used by a psychopath
They call it love bombing
If anyone has read up on pychopathic tactics
You know what I'm talking about
The guy barely knows you
He doesn't even know your worth
To call someone highly desired and rare
Run for the hills because this game is sick
and all twisted
And you will be all caught up in it
They know you are love starved and
you will fall into their grip so easily
Boy have I ever learned about that
I fell right into his trap
I'm glad I'm writing and healing
So I can look for the danger signs
Of psychopathy
by Billy Thekidster |
Categories:
depression,
I will never hurt again, nor will I ever love or laugh.
That's the lifestyle I will live when I become a psychopath.
Pretty sweet deal if you ask me.
I hope I can attain a healthy level of psychopathy.
I imagine it would be a tremendous relief.
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 6th grade, 7th grade, 8th grade, 9th grade,
If you do not want taken by the police, do this,
It has always worked for me, and I always persist,
I'm guilty! Take me, I scream,
Running to them in a stream.
Lock me up, take me away, I must insist!
The policemen always smile and laugh,
Thinking I am a psychopath,
they leave me alone,
and I go on home,
Another day to not do math.
I have myself on video doing this today.
In a dark place I have it locked away.
I keep it in my sock drawer.
So I can watch it evermore.
I love this dubiously silly kind of play!
by Christopher Quigley |
Categories:
poetry,
To be a psychopath,
No feelings to react to no love to feel
God of your own making
King of your own world
All my pain lost
But i feel all the pain you served to my soul
And no filter, no control
If karma exist i hope you never feel the way i do
tell me this is not love
I am the man that hopes for your happiness
While losing my own
by Billy Thekidster |
Categories:
depression,
I wish I were a psychopath, that's the state of mind I wish I had won,
never knowing what it's like to experience at all one single emotion.
I would gladly give up feeling love, joy and happiness,
if feeling unhappiness, grief and depression were never experienced.
I wish I were a psychopath, that's where I truly belong.
I don't want to feel anything at all, but still have a sense of right and wrong.
by Kgosietsile Dintlhoane |
Categories:
abuse,
this is not love
burning my soul to ashes...
this cannot be love
that made my heart scream
until its love fell off at the edge of life
i have waited for a full day
to tell on you to mama
to tell to tell to tell
of how you slipped
into me
whilst i was asleep
creating fear in my heart
with your fierce look at me
ordering me to shhh shhhh shhh shut up
my body carries
a violent memory
of you forcing entry into me
of you soaking my fragile skin
with your stinking sweat
and i know this’ and i know this
that when you imprisoned me in this painful memory
you also imprisoned yourself in guilt –
unless you are a psychopath, remorseless –
by Christopher Quigley |
Categories:
poems,
Okay no remorse
for chipping a body to bits
but no sadness
no happy
no joy
well unless that was your last victims name
Only love when someone is thrashing you at tennis
Hate to say it but none of that either
No passion to comp
Surely hunger is felt
No fear t-shirts aplenty
Can they feel heat even just their feet
No pride or humility
No want to knead
No sense of worth
No hop to hope
The nothing felt
from slap to belt
Never alone
even when they are
No wonder no awe
Today the same as tomorrow
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 9th grade, love hurts,
He grabbed my power
And held it in his teeth.
I was young.
Vulnerable.
Naïve.
I
gave
it
willingly
Having never met
a psychopath before.
Having optimistic feelings
about him.
I kind of loved him.
He drained my energy
stealing from me
lying to me
hurting me deeply
b
e
t
r
a
y
i
n
g
me.
I had to let him go
even though I loved him
for he did not understand love
and
I
needed
my
power
back
so
I
could
love
myself
again….