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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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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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

By George Bradley

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