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

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Patricia Hilton

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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

Quarter-Life Crisis

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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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My friend has submitted to me his first poem so I thought I would share it with you all, enjoy!

Rectify Me

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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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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

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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

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Mule

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

-The Usual Suspects 1995

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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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Soul Mate?

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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

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Patricia Hilton

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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