Kanishkha poem(They r all same)
Brown doe eyes
hair that rests below her shoulders
How could anyone hate someone
as sweet as her?
She looked approachable,
I thought so at least
She’s crying
crying over absolutely nothing,
crying over a situation she created.
A victim's guise, a charade
everyone falls into her crusade
She has an angel face,
her voice serene, comforting
A sirens call to everyone,
but me, atleast
She's a menace to me, a nuisance to my time and space
she finds a way to dampen my mood by just being there.
I hate her how greece hated Helen
maybe it's a bit unfair, since
it was never was Helens fault
And shes friends with all my friends
I don't really have a choice
So I pretend I like her,
I pretend I can deal with her presence.
I pretend that she doesn't get on my nerves so much that
I literally want to pull them out.
In the end
if I hurt her feelings
I’d be the villain and she’d be the victim
I hate her so much that
I won't let her relish the feeling
of everyone being on her side
she doesn't deserve it
The curve of her lips when she smiles,
I don't ever want to see that again
The hue in her dark brown eyes,
she tainted that color for me
All the time,
I wish I never spoke to her.
Her words used to be honey,
they still seem the same
but I take them as venom
Maybe she doesn't deserve my hatred,
maybe I’m the one holding the gun,
not her.
either way, it doesn't matter
some people deserve hate
Brown doe eyes
hair that rests below her shoulders
How could anyone hate someone
as sweet as her?
She looked approachable,
I thought so at least
She’s crying
crying over absolutely nothing,
crying over a situation she created.
A victim's guise, a charade
everyone falls into her crusade
She has an angel face,
her voice serene, comforting
A sirens call to everyone,
but me, atleast
She's a menace to me, a nuisance to my time and space
she finds a way to dampen my mood by just being there.
I hate her how greece hated Helen
maybe it's a bit unfair, since
it was never was Helens fault
And shes friends with all my friends
I don't really have a choice
So I pretend I like her,
I pretend I can deal with her presence.
I pretend that she doesn't get on my nerves so much that
I literally want to pull them out.
In the end
if I hurt her feelings
I’d be the villain and she’d be the victim
I hate her so much that
I won't let her relish the feeling
of everyone being on her side
she doesn't deserve it
The curve of her lips when she smiles,
I don't ever want to see that again
The hue in her dark brown eyes,
she tainted that color for me
All the time,
I wish I never spoke to her.
Her words used to be honey,
they still seem the same
but I take them as venom
Maybe she doesn't deserve my hatred,
maybe I’m the one holding the gun,
not her.
either way, it doesn't matter
some people deserve hate
by the_wokewizard April 14, 2024
The term gyatt is a TikTok tread, it means butt or rear end and people often use it when they see a piece of cake. The word slow implies someone who is mentally incapable of being intelligent. And the phrase slowgyatt means slow-ass but kid-friendly so you can say it in front of your dumb parents.
"Bro your such a slowgyatt."
"Shut the flip up you slowgyatt factgot."
"Show me that slowgyatt daddy."
"Shut the flip up you slowgyatt factgot."
"Show me that slowgyatt daddy."
by the_wokewizard May 10, 2024