Didith Marcelo

Rookie - 377 Points (January 1,1989 / Phillippines)

Fruits Of Foe - Poem by Didith Marcelo

I was curious when i learned your hostility,
I was surprise, unhappy to know your ways,
I was so pissed off when i witnessed your lies,
You changed the difference, you blocked me once and try to trigger my temper,
I kept my silence and observed your crooked funky mindset,
Read all your thoughts such as filty blood rags of a lass.
I tried to blot you out of my mind,
But my vein insisted me as the impact of my heart ache cause me being sapped like a grapes of bunch trampled by someone strength of a foot

You stole my art as i can see,
Tried to copy my journey free,
But you can never be like me,
Because God set the exactly being everything as the way i am.
You can never plunder and race against me,
You have no guts to set your ego above my head.
So don't ever challenge me for the reasons of your anger futility neither of your coveteous heart,
because you can never win, never win,
as God can see the reason you have,
Though you denied that you invited me
Yet but it's very transparent that you already lose
the game of the champion.

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Topic(s) of this poem: art

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Thoughts of an anger

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 18, 2014

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