Huntsmen

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Huntsmen

The freezing cold night sweeps by in the heat of the summer. I can feel the chill and the lingering taste of hunger. I've seen seasons change, but not like this. The thunderous sounds of the bold first kiss rumbles through time like something I missed. I could have read it wrong or heard it unclear, but none of this shows passion, it’s genuinely clear. The sweat no longer trickles down my backside but my mouth is parched from playing on the wayside. The rumors of love seems to have diminished and ignited into flames of harsh tongue. He wonders why my feelings are numb.

My lengthy dangling arms swing to embrace my pulled up legs. The pounding feeling beating against my chest never gives rest. I might have felt wetness trickle down my cheek but it was just the wind brushing against me. My head hangs low touching my knees and I can hear that same wind whispering to me.

The sound of angels singing in through the fog and I see more clear with all the haziness around. I pull myself up and I rise to my feet. I let that wind pull and tug at me. I want to fight but my will isn’t strong anymore. The damn thing has more knife wounds then a murderous hell hound.

His flesh temptations has yanked at my soul, has killed my spirit and swept me into the under tow. The visions he cherishes has put out my fire, has sprayed my skin with acid and disfigured my armor. He’s a huntsmen and set on a prowl. Clearly to attain his beauties and power.

So when is enough, enough for him? He’s already torn and marked my skin. The scars are not visible but so clear to me. That is why I am walking towards where the wind blows me. When I am not longer in sight and he can’t grasp me. That is when my shadow will be his only memory. The hail storm beating on his chest tormenting him to insane. While I take my seat with those who know I remain.

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The Lie





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 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

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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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 Last Stop



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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

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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"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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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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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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Death is Easy

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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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The Little Mermaid

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Her hair flows a fiery red

Thoughts of the land fill her head

Her beauty is intense

She has the frivolous ideas that make so much sense

She yearns for freedom and looks to the surface

This intense longing doesn't make her nervous

Happy to leave the world she has always known

Happy to leave the side of her Father's thrown

She wishes to embody that of another

She is trapped and feels there is only one way to recover

A promise she made and is destined to keep

For love, she has made the biggest leap

Signed Patricia Hilton

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Alone, Always

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''It is far better to be alone than to wish you were'' - Ann Launders

The urge to be alone, I fight

Sometimes your bond grips me too tight

I enjoy my space

And occasionally your presence I cannot face

I need to scream, I need silence

I need an emptiness to avoid such violence

The loneliness I'm used to, you see

For this quiet time sets me free

I am alone eternally in this mind of mine

So I like to ensure I can take this time

To nurture my soul and be kind to myself

This is why I never ask for anyone's help

I would never want to not see you but forever I am torn

As I know I love to be able to be on my own

Signed Patricia Hilton

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Raw

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This is raw emotion, this is animal temptation

This is something you enter with no trepidation

Your instincts take over, your attraction is intense

Then you sweat, your body trembles as you feel every sense

This is passion, this is incredible sex

This is something close to the emotion when you feel vex

You feel violent and angry, rough and ready

Then you slow it down, let the love flow and keep it steady

This is where you caress and hold them tight

This is where you forget every fight

You lay it down with pure affection

Then round 2 begins with no objection

Signed Patricia Hilton

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Never Have I Ever

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Never have I ever lost the will to live

Never have I ever been able to forgive

Never have I ever told a lie to your face

Never have I ever given up on the chase

Never have I ever let you get the best of me

Never have I ever let myself be free

Never have I ever been cruel and lied

Never have I ever broken down and cried

This game you play and the shots are taken

If the truth you hear then you are forsaken

Downing one after the other as you try and cover

Hiding your secrets like a dirty lover

Never have I ever bowed my head in shame

Never have I ever played this game

Signed, Patricia Hilton

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A Soul Killer

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I always worry if I will be judged

But I've never wanted to care

I hate looking for approval

Yet I seem to always look there

Look into your eyes for a reaction

To see if I have pleased you

When really I should live for my happiness

For this is something you never do

I see you live with so many restrictions

Never living to your full potential

I wish I could turn back the clocks

Then maybe you wouldn't be so resentful

Signed Patricia Hilton

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Torn

Skin is milky, but my heartbeats black

Turn around take the knife out my back

Death consumes me

Lies weren't truth you see

You smile in my face

Words you spit put my name to disgrace

Laying on the floor

The world turns uncontrollably

Emptiness in your sorry 

Pour salt to my wounds

That bad hit marked my skin woefully

Tore my soul

Thought you could win with the lies you told

Knock me down with a kickspin

Hunger and pain from that

Is my sin

I lay eyes closed but I'm wide awake

Tears don't stream down my face

I have no emotion

Coldness took over

Your actions right there just made me bolder

I fight back incessantly

Broken bones don't get the best of me

Strength is far greater than we believe

I'll pack ya bags

Make you leave

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American Concubine

American Concubine - RAYNASTHEORY

He touched me unassumingly
But pleasingly
He still believes in me
Truth be told
With words unspoken
He seen my heart
He rectified the broken
What goes around, comes around
She is MISS KARMA
A whirlwind of madness
The ultimate drama
She keeps me in my place
Ice box fever til he erases
Living in an empty space
Until I feel the secure embrace
Its a steady repeart of daily sin
No wonder I can't ever win
Lonely night of tragedy
I wonder when he'll come back to me
There's no pressure, no use
Brutal force just won't do
So I talk softly mentally
Spilling out words frantically
Hope no one sees my insanity
Cuz all is lost if it isn't subliminally
So I am invisible, until he tickles my spine
Making me feel like I am losing my mind


I hurt deep
Cut just evenly
I have no face
No name
Not being by his side
Is making me insane
She isn't enough
She isn't me
It's a craving, apparently


They say concubines are side quotes
The ones who want the hieroglyphic routes
What most don't know is that they get
The things he doesn't give to you
The smooth essence of the eternal everyday
The times spent apart leaves him in pain
The ache for his concubine will never subside

THIS IS THE LIFE OF AN AMERICAN CONCUBINE 

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