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June Poetry Part 1

June Poetry
Becky M.S.
© 2007
 
6/23/2007
Direction of down
 
Different direction
All pull me down
Like roller coasters
Without a track
I’m falling
In a fearful ride
Centered hate
Fed with fear and loneliness
It’s not the first time. .. .
I hate life.
 
Demented Twist
 
Everyone wanted me to do
Everything
A least it was
Just negative attention
That kept me going
In the twisted
Lime light
Everyone’s everything
Sounds good,
Eventually wastes away
To be purposefully sucked dry
And dry out
Any innocence
From a demented soul
All ends are just. 
 
Empty Work for a Nothing
 
You are nothing.
I am you.
I am nothing.
Even the garbage pit
Won’t hire you
Work in the oil
Work with the grease
Work with the monsters
That killed your past
And haunt your dreams
Let the oil and grease
Kill your beauty
You are ugly!
 
You are nothing . . .
Just a guilty liar
Just a fat bitch
You will never feel whole
Why try?
No one will hire you;
You are wrong.
You are a criminal.
You did it—you did it!
Even if you did not do it,
Who would believe you anyway?
It is your entire fault.
You fucked up . . . he’s free.
 
The corrupted juvenile
Is better then you.
You are a native screw up.
He can get a job in the snap
You can’t even get through an interview
You are pathetic!
Who do you think you are?
You are nothing.
You are a bum.
 
You are nothing.
You deserve nothing.
You will never be socially accepted.
Give it up.
Get over it.
Just go away!
 
 
All is darkness
 
Frustration
Hate
Hopelessness
False acceptance
False passion
Stress
Fatness
Blame
Guilt
Ugliness
“It’s all your fault!”
“You did it”
“You’re lying.”
Bitterness
Bitchiness
Abuse
Strain
Anger
Pain
Rage
No water
No Light
Coldness
Darkness
It is all that is left of me.
 
Give it up
 
It’s all your fault
You deserve nothing
You’ll never be accepted
Give it up
Give it all up
Get over it
You’re ugly
You’re fat
You’re a fat bitch
Torture is all
You’re going to get
It’s all you’ll
Ever deserve
To get screwed over
Give it up
End it all
It will never happen!
 
 
He
 
Tears me into
Guilt and Fear
Chocolate covered worry
Waiting in the car
He skulled me
Accused me of
Nothing truly proven
But all is my fault
I am guilty of it all
I pray for isolation
But that is folded up
Under a seat
And under a chain saw
Smoother in a minivan
Sliced with regret
Of just being there
It’s my fault—completely my fault
You gave them . . .
Nothing
A computer virus
A computer worm
Bring out its self-destruct button
BOOM!
Gone
I wish
Problem solved It’s all me
But it’s still
Nothing they can prove
 
Empty Trash
 
I am
A worthless
Piece of weak
Used shit
Life cycle
As follows
Stress
Horny
Eye closed
Teeth clenched
Fast fuck
Thrown out
No emotion
No trust
No names
No hope
No friend
No pure desire
Just lust
Animal lust
 
I want
To slice away
All of my inferiorities
Use me
Throw me away
I feel lifeless
Let me be numb
No feeling
Thrown in trash
Clean off with acid
To clean physical
Elements
Not emotional murdered pain
I am a hopeless case
I am nothing
Like a dirty diaper
I am thrown a side
Gone
Never to be heard from again
Frustration
Exists in
An empty soul
All is unwell.
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