Fluid Language

So many words were written about you

All about love but now they are through

Knowing you deceived me again and again

Has caused nothing but gut-wrenching pain

I think I actually hate you, I feel nothing but hate

You make me physically sick and have left me in a turmoil state

Knowing I could be so stupid and gullible

I should have read on your face that you were nothing but trouble

I’m laughing at myself, laughing at my stupidity

Laughing at that dumb girl who has now seen the reality

If I saw you I don’t know if rage would overtake me

Or I would walk away and never let you see

The dried up tears that stain my face

And the heart left with a massive empty space

I can do nothing but forget

And I have nothing but regrets

Images of you and your fake words spoken in a snakes tongue

Preying on the innocence of the frivolous and young

I hope you read this with your lying eyes

I hope the hatred reads with a big surprise

Knowing your secret is out and your jig is up

But I know this poem will never make you stop

Because you are scum and you always will be

But luckily I will benefit and be set free

From the pain of loving you and being devoted

However all of us have voted

My heart, soul, mind and common sense

Has decided that the love wasn’t well spent

On a fucking loser like you but at least I have learnt

That a real woman has their love earned

By a kind, caring and innocent soul just like mine

You wanted to break that heart and that is just fine

I will move on but don’t be fooled as I will never look back

Because I fear to see the knife still sticking out and all the little cracks

Left behind from being betrayed but they will soon shrivel and die

Just as my love did the moment I heard the lie

Signed

Patricia Hilton

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Then and Now

I’ll always be the one that gave you wrinkles

And that thought makes my skin crawl

Knowing I was the one to cause you pain

All for my unnecessary gain

I will never know how much I disappointed you

Because you never let those emotions seep through

You put on a brave face and pardoned me

You never let me see

The hurt that I caused repeatedly

I can never take back any of my actions, I can only repent

But you will never get all those hours you spent

Worrying about your child in those rebellious years

As your face hoards them, deep rooted from all the fears

Signed

Patricia Hilton

Extract:

It reads on your face, from here to the far ends of space. I can read every little emotion and lack of respect and that can only have a negative effect. Give me space and let me BREATHE, let me be the person you obviously don’t want me to be.

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Friday, October 5, 2012

Lyrically Unheard

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Lyrical warfare, assassination of the mentally corrupt
Crush party-goers, I can't get enough
Slaughter insight of the page book genius
No credit for they deem me a defective delinquent

I write, you can't hear me verbalize
Open your eyes, I'm quite the surprise
My words will tear out your spine
Or make you feel heaven through your mind

None of this is to be said just to intimidate
I don't mind being read cause your world lacks enervate
However, I'm often looked at as the underdog
Most of them got it all wrong
With my words, I'll always stand strong

For those who can't see, just grab a book
Create a world with just one look
Indulge in the mid of some other
The words will bring you to a new place
One for you to embrace
The haunting of the soul can embark on journeys
Open a book and find fantasy
Explore with your imagination
You never know until you take the time to see

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The Price Of War

Pray for peace in the midst of war The end seems so far away Hate lays thick like night fog We fight for the land for the hogs For the oil for the gold Humanity lost with the innocence Burning the blood candle at both endS Ones win is another's end Sin justified in the name of peace and order Creating chaos to prevent anarchy Pledge allegiance to the monarchy The weight of hypocrisy lies heavy on those at the bottom of the hierarchy Blood for profit there's no fair exchange The pawns pay the price of war Protect the dream at all costs Cut the check mate Scars of the soul inflicted with every trigger pull Spirit lost being led into the darkness By those we follow with hollow caves behind their gaze No remorse resides in those who craft the agenda Push for control peddling religion The reason behind it all In the names of our deities we slaughter whom who opposes Bomb in the name of Allah, murder in the name of Jesus amen Sacrifice the men baptized in fire Clutching the cold steel Break their minds and impose your will Will it ever end or is it our nature Doomed to repeat history forever Could we be fated to extinction By machines of our creation

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

The Last Stop

In the stuffy heat I notice her, her eyes burning into me

I breathe in the filthy air and try to ignore but she draws me in

The longer she stares, the more I wonder

Do I know this sad girl sitting on the floor, have I wronged her?

She frightens me to a slight degree

The curiosity is eating at me

Why is she so intent on grabbing my attention?

I give her a fleeting look

She remains stern and her eyes are locked

I realise I am all alone on this carriage with the sad lost girl

Taunting me with her glare

Her stop approaches, it seems

As she gathers up her belongings

I wait for the inevitable confrontation that never came

And a part of me is disappointed as the mystery is not explained

She floats past me but never releases her eerie grip

She whispers a line that will haunt me forever

“I was never here’’

As I wait for my stop I feel her eyes on me

Burning with torment and anguish from afar

A shudder engulfs me and a sinister pang of guilt arises

A past memory envelops me of distant nightmares

Now I remember, now I see

This is the girl who haunts me, every night just past three

The girl on the floor is the one who knocks on my door

And tells me she loves me

She stands in the shadows of my subconscious

And never lets me sleep

How could I forget the one action I regret?

Letting this poor girl go in the darkness that night

Now I am terrified and every sound gives me a fright

And I see her in every dream

Now as I sit alone on the platform I can see

That these nightmares are now a reality

I see her harrowing face in the mist

Blowing me her last ever kiss

Signed

Patricia Hilton

Monday, September 10, 2012

My substance

The brisk air against my hot flesh is refreshing
My mind spinning in every direction
It's like I'm high but I didn't take anything
The simple pleasure rests in your daily billet-doux

My soul has craved for yours
Now we devour in each others umbra
I met you in a previous lifetime
I remember your divine
Just like the it's happening now
The curse of the flesh that claws at your spine

Will you curb your appetite with them
And curl up with the eternal sin
Or will your rest your head in the known realm of heart's everlasting euphoric bond?

Come to me and rest your weary head
I will stand beside you even during code red
I am more than willing to compromise
But I will not do is help your demise

Plan accordingly
Your heart is sacred
Love me endlessly
I'm certainly worth it

I don't want to wait another lifetime for your heart
Just surrender all that you are
Join me in this journey of Ecstasy

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Saturday, September 1, 2012

For You, My Enemy

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''Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much''
- Oscar Wilde

Have you ever disliked someone so much

That you can't even stand to hear their name uttered

You recoil hearing the familiar sound of their voice

You would rather cut out your eyes then allow them to feast upon this entity

Knowing a secret about them burns a hole in your consciousness

As you are dying to let it out

You are disgusted by their very existence

So why not?

Why not let this secret out rather than fester in your mind

Karma

Good karma comes from doing good things

And releasing this would be nothing but bad karma

And you hate unnecessary hype and drama

Justice could be served

But you know they must be haunted already

Haunted by the thought that people could find out

That people could judge

Just as they themselves judge you frequently for nothing so much as this

Little do they know

That their so called 'friends' do not know how to keep quiet

Because when you are a nasty soul

You attract nasty gossips, naturally

So I will keep the secret for you, my enemy

As I know your own conscience will eat at you

And your pathetic friends will betray you

It's funny how it is your enemy who is your only secret-keeper

Ironic, isn't it?

Signed

Patricia Hilton

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Friday, August 24, 2012

In The Present

Spend my nights in the stars, spend my days in the wind Live my life on a cloud Enjoying my time in space High off life the air is intoxicating Catch me faded off the essence Flowing freely through this highway we call life Few thoughts wasted on tomorrow Making sure tonight is sweet Taste the nectar of pleasure Fulfilling my desires putting fire to the pain In the end they become one in the same They burn out everything comes to an end Synonymous life cycle whether good or bad I carry no delusions of forever Cause it changing to temporary is the only constant. Conscious effort to live for the moment So I bask in every second dive head first in every minute Cause what is given can be taken away Pledge allegiance to the universal law What you give you receive What you put out you attract So I watch my reactions and stay mindful of my movements

Progress with force silent steps making loud statements Living in the present

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Exposed

"We humans fear the beast within the wolf because we do not understand the beast within ourselves" -Gerald Hausman

Sometimes creativity is a lost cause
Because it allows people to judge you and see your flaws
It enables them to make an assumption
It gives them reason to doubt your every function

You write the words and put pen to paper
Thinking about the consequences later
You never think people will read it and take it on board
You don’t realise those thoughts, in their head will hoard

If you have admitted a weakness
Or even exploited a forbidden kiss
These words are forever imprinted in their minds
Assuming they are your illusive finds

People judge and never see the good
They never let their barriers down like they should
You throw caution to the wind and allow your very essence to be exposed
While they stay stifled by the trapped life they chose

You listen to your soul and write with your heart
You record the ecstasy along with the moments when your world falls apart
They mean nothing if they cannot accept your wrongs
They shouldn’t exist in your realm if they do not appreciate your song

Signed

Patricia Hilton

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Monday, July 23, 2012

Reason To Sin

Lies danced off her tongue Moonlight creeping through the blinds Words telling tales that sound true Language selling dreams you'd be a fool to buy Promises that it's yours Rhythmic moans making music of sinful movements Indulging in the flesh with these meaningless interactions Attempting to fill voids left by others in past days Pursuing pleasure in the present With No thoughts towards a future No remnants of love no trace of emotion Devoted only to our desires Cold hearts playing with fire under the stars A reaction from chemistry Interpersonal combustion A dark beautiful symmetry between the 2 combatants Leaving love scars over the canvas Letting nature run it's course Giving into primal instincts Left the thinking at the door Playing games in protection of the heart As the game ends sunlight creeping in Satisfaction now reached and receding The day still starts with the pain from last evening No running from what you carry inside

Friday, July 20, 2012

Quarter-Life Crisis

Close to three decades of blood, sweat and tears of joy

Tears of pain and tears of laughter

Memories of ‘back in the day’, weighed down by an overwhelming sense of underachievement

This, is my quarter life crisis

Still young at heart and young in the face as the doors of opportunity appear to slam shut, hit me in the arse and lock themselves behind me

“If I knew then what I know now”, as I write this apology to my 15 year old self

Filled with regrets, replaying episodes of the past 26 years I take stock of my assets

My health, my family, my friends

Money can’t buy me love and I will repay them all with my successes

So as I write this promise to myself in 5 – 10 years I am consoled by the thought that “Life begins at 40”

That was my quarter life crisis

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Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Rectify Me

The sound of twigs breaking under my feet
Ressounds in my being like bones breaking
My heart, it bleeds black from his curse
My stride is just that of a zombie's lurk
It hasn't taken from the time of hurt

My body hangs lifeless in a mute position
What I had to do to save you ultimately went against my
Better intution
I can still hear the words billowing into the air
I know that you meant them that is why they won't disappear

On the outside, I look like a beauty Queen
On the inside my twins rumble like boxing feinds
I wonder if they heard you too
How I am not the one and I prepared myself to lose

You rectify the broken of yesterdays harsh embrace
Just to wake up today and send me back to that cold place
So where do I stand?

Somewhere between chaos and no man's land

Forever is a long time when doubt courses through your viens

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Sunday, July 15, 2012

Poor Man's Game

Forever in my mind
You seem to be the kind
That gets everything you could want
While I sit here putting up a front

I'm fed up with being unlucky
Why do you seem to hold the key?
I need to find a way to change
I'm fed up with this poor mans game

I don't know how you do it
While I have to put up with this shit
I try my hardest but it's never enough
I always have to hold back tears and be tough

Life comes easy to some
But sometimes you should take a look at your chum
Who is broke and at the end of their tether
Waiting and praying for things to get better

They constantly work while opportunities are thrown your way
They graft harder than ever but just want it all to go away
They still love you with no jealousy involved
They just need some TLC to calm their aching soul

Signed

Patricia Hilton

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Crazy in Love?

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Crazy in love? All I am is crazy
Because this is supposed to feel amazing
It is not supposed to be difficult and upsetting
This is what I get for betting
On a love I thought I could handle
Now my emotions are mangled
I’m more confused that ever before
As I sit here crying on my bedroom floor
Begging for God to give me a sign
To help me make a decision and alter the design
Of my future life, it’s all in my hands
To find the ‘one’, this mythical man

I don’t need this on my head
And i certainly don’t want a loser in my bed
So I guess I have to take this seriously
I just hope he hears my plea
Because all I want is to be freed
Of the burden lying on my shoulders
As right now, my soul is getting colder

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Patricia Hilton

Sunday, July 8, 2012

Mule

''The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist''

-The Usual Suspects 1995

In the incredible expanse of space

I can still see you hide your face

I can still see it riddled with guilt

I know you are nothing but filth

As crazy as it seems, I feel sorry for you

It's almost like you had nothing else to do

You didn't have the choice not to be cruel

It's like you are Satan's mule

Sent out to commit his evil deeds

Creating enemies and ruining lives as this is how he feeds

This is how I think of you, this is my current impression

But I must reveal my biggest confession
This creature I speak of is far too familiar
For it and I are all too similar

I speak in tongues for the embarrassment is great
Knowing I have helped so many people meet their fate

I may not be you but I have seen all the things I speak of because I have committed crimes just like these mentioned above. Not everyone is perfect but you have to learn from your mistakes, you have to take on board your doings and repent while in turn not being fake. Everyone can learn but do you want to? Can you realise your actions or will you see these stunts through? It's your choice but you have been warned, listen now or forever be scorned.

Signed

Patricia Hilton

For this poem I was inspired by films that focus on people who I feel carry out inhuman deeds, such as assassination. Many films flippantly focus on people who can quite easily kill and some see it as a sport while others learn from it. I like the idea as seeing them as a mule, doing the jobs not even the devil wants to do. The dirty work, the grunt work.

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Saturday, July 7, 2012

Soul Mate?

What do I want in a partner?

Who the hell knows

Everyday a difficult decision or choice

But never anything that grows

If I'm honest I don't know what I want

This is why I leave my options open

Then I toss aside those who will never amount

So that I can keep my weary heart hoping

I don't know what to do, I'm lost

Forever paying the single cost

Judgement is always given because I'm too soft

I never defend my behaviour and seem to let idiots cross

An empty head and an empty heart

This is what solely keeps me alert

I wish I could find this soul mate

Because slowly, it is he who I'm beginning to hate

Signed

Patricia Hilton

Thursday, July 5, 2012

Love Can Be Cruel

When does it end, when will I learn to get over you. Your still on my mind, I can't escape !! Can't cope with this loneliness. Wishing I could turn back time, when I once held you tight. When I was your everything, and you was my love. I can even recall, our very first touch. Our very first kiss, I held on to it for weeks. Thought we'd last forever, but in the end it didn't matter !! You found someone new, and left me drowning in tears. You taught me a lesson, love can be cruel.. All I did wrong, was fall in love with you. Written by: Poet Shi July-5-2012

Heartbroken

I hide what I feel, every time your around. Knowing deep down inside, I wanna scream it out loud !! But I'm scared,of the thought of you going away. So I put up with lies, you shed out everyday. Deep inside my gut feeling, telling me that your cheating. But my heart can't accept it, so I hide what I'm feeling. A fool to have thought, you would change your ways. Now all alone I'm left crying, my whole world up In flames. Written by: Poet Shi 2012

Friday, June 15, 2012

Death is Easy

I'm frustrated and alone

While you dwindle on your throne

I'm understanding and loyal, waiting for our time

Forever wishing you were mine

I'm never selfish or nasty but I'm beginning to fade

Wondering how long it will take for 'us' to be made

Patience is a virtue but to me it's a curse

Before long I'll be waiting, lying in my Hearse

Death feels easy when I'm separated from you

Loneliness, nausea and hunger for my soul mate, to name a few

Are all the things I'm experiencing now

Everyone can see the pain in my eyes as I subtly frown

Excess attention I get from others

As I try to keep our secret covered

I'm fed up of waiting and soon I'll scream

The truth, knowing this action is nothing but cruel and mean

What else am I expected to do?

When all I do is have love and care for you

I'll do what is best and keep my troubled mouth shut

This action, for me, is like pouring salt into a bloody and gorging cut

Pain, an aching heart, a single tear has fallen

My soul is anguished and my eyes are swollen

Nothing could have prepared me for this in life

Nothing prepares me for loves strife

Tenderly your eyes look at me

Telling me that someday you will set us free

This hope stays alive in my conflicted heart

Begging that nothing will ever tear us apart

Signed

Patricia Hilton

Love, death and Shakespeare inspired me for this poem. Nothing intrigues me more than the extent a person will go to for the one they love.

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Saturday, June 2, 2012

Prisoner of conscious

Distant from the masses

alienated from the crowd

Disenfranchised with the norm

Lone soul in search of something kindred

In tune with a higher spirit, On another plane

No longer entertained by the games

A spectator to all it's ills

A view from the outside much clearer

Bare witness to the crimes it commits

Judging all voluntary victims

Willing participants swimming in shit

Forgot what the sun looked like

Accustomed to the darkness

Took a bite from the forbidden fruit

Enjoyed the sweetest reward

Ill gotten spoils they revel in

Soon the bitter aftertaste of pain becomes apparent

Then they become a victim of their conscience

The weight of sins not soon forgotten

lay on the shoulders of the wicked

No rest for those in search of forgiveness

Hopes of forgiveness from something higher than themselves

Looking to heaven dwelling in hell

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Her Eyes