Sadistic Jubilation

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Here’s another poem. Please enjoy. =)

Is this right?
In my thoughts I sort,
Finding JUBILATION,
In someone’s depression.

I can’t help but think,
Within a blink,
All have changed somehow,
The tables turned around.

She lay confused.
Her dignity I abused.
It was never right,
When I reflect at night.

She had always thought,
That she was right.
It is weird to see,
She hasn’t saw through me.

I felt like screaming,
Stop your dreaming.
Get over your thoughts,
Can’t you see my plot?

I didn’t do that.
It would ruin my act
And my extreme plan,
To blow her away like a fan.

It wasn’t right.
It wasn’t fair.
It was just sad.
My perfect plan collaspe.

I couldn’t think,
I couldn’t hear.
Slowly and surely,
Confusion engulfs me wholely.

p.s* If you are wondering about the inconsistant rhyming at the end, I did that on purpose, to show that “I” bugged by my conscience, starts to have an unnclear mind after all the bad things “I” have done.

8 thoughts on “Sadistic Jubilation”

  5. pretty nice, yet sad. I’m in the suspense with Vanilla here. o.O

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  6. This is personal. See, I have this irritating friend. And I was friends with her for a long time(6 years or so). She used to be a nice girl, but now she’s just plain weird and getting on my nerves. So I was mean(e.g. showing irritation when she ask me questions) to her on purpose, hoping she would get off my back.(she’s the very persistant kind) When I saw on her blog that she is starting to dislike me. I was laughing my head off, yet I was feeling kinda sorry for her.

    Yup, that’s my story. Took me about a year and a few months of “meaness” to get this result.

  7. I love it, and in a sort of different way, can connect.
    Well, actually we’re extremely different XD But I get the same feeling, the name “Sadistic Jubilation” fits.

    I used to have a facade of being nice.
    Being the person that loved everyone.
    Being the typical girl, the typical friend, the typical person-that-you-want-to-be-your-girlfriend.

    Aand. . . People fell in love with “me”
    and they were crushed when I gave them a big fat “NO”
    And I laughed when they cried.

    But I’ve changed :3 And I hope you do as well.
    It’s not exactly that much fun to gain happiness from anothers sorrow, is it?
    Compared to happiness gained from anothers happiness that is.

    [to love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides] :: [David Viscott]

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