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

Signed

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.

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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

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

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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.


Hope you enjoyed reading my poem!


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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