This world that we are living in...

I thought I entered this world with a vengeance... and with blurred vision I was on a Mission to destroy the world that I was living in... praying in the same room that I have been sinning in.... kneeling in the same spot she was kneeling in... feeling inferior, looking up to me as if I were her god
but she is interacting with someone who has no religion. Oblivious to the obstacles she'd have to swallow... the wandering lost soul that she'd choose to follow left her in hollow halls all alone. I told her I only choose to befriend rivals. She cried... I asked her '' would you rather be lied too''?
Don't cry boo id only fly you straight to hell... I know that you can tell that I would only deprive you of the nourishments that you need to revive you and I can't have your hearts cast on my conscience when I am anticipating this mission to destroy this world that we are living in... hindering lost souls in ghettos and im throwin low blows but it seams someone keeps beating me to the punch, its a dog eatdog world and im just trying to keep down my lunch. And I tried to explain to her im not the one to be relying on... she said im going to make you love me or im going to die trying yo. I told her so go ahead and call your family home, call the funeral home and make your arrangements. I keep trying to warn you but you obviously like playing with danger. Go to the cemetary, and pick out a plot.. the tombstone should read "the beautiful angel who died of a broken heart"
I am on a one player mission that you can't have any parts of... I only have time for cruelty I have no time for love... she told me that I was a fool getting sucked into the very shit that I wanted no parts of.. the reason the world seamed so wrong in the first place was looking back at me.. toe to toe, face to face.
She was right I can't solve my problems with rage I can't erase the mistakes already made I simply need to start with a new page. Get over it... its a whole new day, fighting fate can enslave the mind when you can simply enjoy the time that you do have and in order to do that you have to love the life that you're living in...
That very world you are sinning in and pretend that everyone else is following suit.. and if you look back the only person you need will be right behind you..she whispered "im right beside you in this world that we are living in".

-poetrii

Who is this creature?

You mesmerized me with your stare.
You were so cold, but I didn't care.
I was so innocent; so fresh,
And I let you sink your teeth into my flesh.
You clawed through my chest right to my heart,
Tearing my sweet innocence apart.
Then you mercilessly ripped out my soul ~
You stomped on my love and told me to go;
Sent me back into the world a new creature.
In your theatre of horror, I was no longer the feature.
Now I'm the same type of monster you were, 
I might as well have claws and be covered in fur. 

I might as well be a sold out premiere
Rated the scariest thing this year
You are the very thing we fear
The various tears left me as cold as Christmas morning
Left my hollowed heart in mourning
Sinking my teeth into any bit of love that I could find
Longing to feel alive and even immortality couldn't help me shake the infidelities,
even a beast cannot conceive the lies that you would tell to me.
I desperately would like to walk into the sun, but the love you gave seams to keep me in the darkness pondering the larceny.... and with every part of me I've been trying to resist this inhumane fix that I have been craving.
These dark times that I have been facing
The dirt that I am facing sitting quietly in my grave
Hopes of seeing you again the day the dead will raise
-Poetrii

I wrote this piece with a very creative individual, she's based on instagram @poems_by_jaiy
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Truthful emotions

Love... will leave you alone and lonely. .. leave you dumb founded. Surrounded with a feeling You rarely experience and prior obligations that hinder them. But its love.... you'll always remember when seeing them was enough to make you feel as though you've reached your highest accomplishment, leaving them only produces sadness to harbor in. "Could haves" to ponder on. Mixed emotions and powerful chemicals in chemistry are that bad... residue resides in You until you blow up like a meth lab.. yeah its that sad.  Passing over chances you have, passing glances for the dance of that forbidden fruit, that apple juice. The apple of my eyes necter dripping from her flower, and I devoured every sip that drips down to my lips. Lust... sometimes people confuse the two. But look at what they both can do to you. How they both can confuse you but I can't refuse to choose you due to my infatuation with your presence. .. the aftermath of your essence is like a present. And even though this gift is a blessing. .. its hardly deserving. . Partially disturbing that as busy as each day may be, I find the time for you. Even took time from my busy schedule to write this rhyme for you...

Life after death

I am mourning my ex
You're dead to me
I won't be missing

The kissing
Touching
And caressing

I will not miss
The lies
The arguing
And stressing

I will not remember
The hand holding
And the walks in the park

I will forget
All of the time that I spent...
Alone in the dark

Eyes open
Tears falling

My phone ringing
Or you calling
With the nonsense and the name calling
I will not remember falling...

For you
In you
With you

Every year on our anniversary
I will cringe
Just thinking about the atrocious...
love that would have been

And I will remember

You told me I needed you...Negatory
I hope that life after death proves you necessary
For you were merely a waste of my time
You were an illusion...A sparkle of toxic waste
A glimmer of dirt envading my eye sight

And I wont bother to put on my good black suit
And acknowledge you...
I won't even bother to remember to forget you
I simply hope you give your soul some time to sleep
With no time to decieve, creep, and cheat
To me you are mentally deceased
Rest in peace?

Whispers

Every morning before dawn
I whisper a secret in silence

I balance my tone and scream
Absolutely nothing

"..." Excuse me
Were you waiting for me to give you ammunition
So that you may riddle me with bullets of my fears
So that you may murder me by drowning me in my own tears
Do you really expect me to share my nightmares

If you do, then listen closely because.....

Every morning before dawn,
I whisper a secret in silence

It is only spoken for ears I cannot see
It is only spoken for me

When my concious becomes that word of today
I'll look your way
Ears bleeding and eyes whistling
As i'm whispering...
Are you listening?

Supreme

Economical superiority
Respect and dominance
I strike fear into the heart of the fearless
I have complete mastery over the minds
That are cocky and sublime
The ones that intertwine with the finest things
And define the times that we live in

I AM THE EPITOME OF SUPREMACY
I am able to recline, relax
And devour time, with hopeful rhymes
I am the mastermind to subordination
Barefoot on tar pavement
And I'm racing

But I don't rank in numbers
I do not rank in metals
I rank in power, leaving the inferior for dead
Choosing my moments of miraculousness
Simply for my entertainment
and your pain and suffering
But, I do thank you for trusting me

However, something has me quite disturbed
I feel as if your perception of me is absurd
How dare you have the nerve
The audacity to belittle me
I deserve the title...God

I have the characteristics, The achievments
Of authority and transcendency
I am not soul cleansing and replinishing
I am judgemental...I feed off of criticism giving by hypocrites
And poetry written by atheists
I am inconsiderate, inconsistent, and I agree to disagreeing
I can scream to the deaf, keep the Immobilized still, And keep the blind from seeing
Yet, I am not your supreme being
I simply survive by being supreme

I am me...

Alot of people judge me by appearance
But I am not that fool
For I can see the clouds clearing
before my tattoos and piercings
Until the rain starts interfering
I am not god-fearing
And even though you may not like what you are hearing
I am me

The person you always see
and percieve to be "well known"
But its hard to believe that you often agree with what you see
Or hear my dear
An fear will have you
Misunderstanding and abandoning my complexity for your simplicity
So that you may better comprehend my personality
But in all actuality you know nothing about me

How dare you try and confine me to my worries
And exclude me from the loop
Ostracize and criticize me
But you will not characterize me
And my characteristics were not meant to be placed in your category
Of trendy subliminal tortures

Please excuse my mouth when its open
For the truth of your existence I may divulge
Simply so our minds may indulge intellect
I am not here to reflect but progress in new directions
Never reluctant to regret and make corrections
For the follower is always less affectionate
Than the passionate poet who's merely overproportionate
The optimist whose extraodinarily unfortunate
And tries to smoke away the reality that they're poor as shit
But still, I am me

Your foolish rumors of numerous days has you stuck in your ways
And only proves me to be factual
I keep a calm head a content existence and I keep my thoughts rational
A disoriented Impetuous conflictual intellectual
Who sometimes second guess's my aggression with discretion
Slight obsession with imperfection
Spreading depression like an infection
I am the rebel resurrection of an insurrectionalist
Perplexed,I am a flawed perfectionist
And still, I am me.