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I already spoke of my enemies once. But it isn’t a topic one gets easily sore of. Enemies are an excellent preoccupation, especially for the idle mind that acquires them. Enemies are the whetstone of your mental faculties. They keep you from slipping, until one day, you aren’t sharp enough.
By Joren on 04.30.2013
We all have enemies. big stupid monsyers evil bkeastards take our enegy and time fight fight.
By anne on 04.30.2013
Sometimes your best friends can become your enemies. It can shatter you but I guess it is destined to happen, particularly when you share so many deep emotion and so many secrets with them. One little spark and it all ignites into disaster.
By Karen on 04.30.2013
So loaded, this word. Do regular adults who go about their day to day, their mundane 1st world existence, actually have enemies/ Maybe people they don’t like. Maybe people who feel have slighted them or vice versa (and even the word, slighted, like a little inconvenience?) But real, honest to goodness enemies? Hard to imagine.
By Ara on 04.30.2013
They have always loved one another cheek to cheek, their golden heads leaned together and conspiring smiles on young, smooth lips. Arm in arm they walk, hip to hip they stand.
One cannot love one’s reflection though it is there, and if one should hate it, there it still remains.
By Tianwei Liu URL on 04.30.2013
Suddenly, unbidden, he recalled when they had held hands, faced with flame and heat and ash. He had glanced down at the tears on his brother’s cheeks, and squeezed his little fingers a bit tighter. But that was so long ago, when they were different. He pulled the trigger.
By Delanzo on 04.30.2013
Ones that friends become and that you should keep even closer to. Everyone has enemies
By Jim on 04.30.2013
we were enemies from the first day we met. i can’t say why we had such distaste for each other. we both went to the same college and graduated in the same class. maybe i got a bad taste in my mouth about her because she tried to pick up my boyfriend during the first sorority party. who does that?
By l on 04.30.2013
Snarling, slashing, ripping teeth.
anger beneath the surface doth seethe.
A cat and dog fight, but all is well
naturally enemies, as you could tell.
One can’t stand the other to stay
eventually one must go away
all day they’ll carry on the fight,
until they go to sleep tonight.
By Serryphae URL on 04.30.2013
I know that I could not, but some other people will be enemies with her. Save my fantasy!
By T1DSurfDad URL on 04.30.2013
We became enemies. Like, just like that. We were friends for 10 years. 10 years of friendship, and you all throw it away like it was nothing. Like I was nothing. You’re right, I am nothing. That’s true. But it was fucking 10 years you fucking asshole. You don’t just throw it away just like that ! I’m glad we’re enemies now, sort of, because you would’ve made my life like a living hell if I still would’ve been friends with you.
By Marieke on 04.30.2013
They used to be enemies, but now they are the best of friends. It all started when she was having the worst day of her life and the last person she wanted to see in that particular moment was her enemy; but her enemy helped her, changing everything.
By JP West on 04.30.2013
My own worst enemy are my thoughts. They bounce around in my head, rattling my rational mind. They keep me up at night when I try and sleep. Every where I turn my thoughts find doubts. I’m never good enough because they’re always there, in the back of my mind.
By helenbrown URL on 04.30.2013
They are all my enemies. When I say this to my friend, she says that I am just jealous of them. But I am not and I know that.
By Diya URL on 04.30.2013
I wept a little when I realized
that the one you loved was apart from me
that you would extend a hand to help her down from a ledge
or a stage
or a wall
and I would be left to jump and hear my knees crack and bend
I could lie down and let them throb
(hot pulses how wonderful)
but you’d be walking away and I want
because it hurts so well to be tossed away by you
to be ignored by you
it makes me feel special
as if I’m the only one whose heart has been broken
(not that I’m the only one you’d love, a bit too late for that one.)
those words like to pop up
If only I had not blushed so much
(when you once called me bashful I almost threw up)
If only I had spoken to you
(that was a biggie.)
If only I had made you realize that there were people who wanted to be with you
who “like” liked you.
And I can’t be mad at this girl
(even if I convince myself I’m superior…I can’t help my nature).
I can’t hate her for taking away something only I was aware of
and I can’t blame others for not caring about it.
that’s what it comes down to.
and my mother is right, of course.
that in a few years we may see eachother at a party or some other
gathering of old friends and we will have beautiful people on our arms and I can say then
“I nearly loved you, you know.”
Then again, you may know now
and I’m not for you
and I can’t blame you for it
(as easy as that would be).
I’m tired, though
Tired of being so blue and heavy
(blue from bruises, heavy from…?)
And, you know,
It’s okay that you broke my heart a little.
made me tougher
made me realize things don’t work out
(goodness do I know that)
And I’m very happy
that you’re happy.
By Octowhat on 04.30.2013
My mind is warped and I still can’t think straight. My darkness isn’t the same as yours, I still have enemies. It might not be the same as yours but they still debilitate me the same way you debilitate others.
By L-A on 04.30.2013
Keep your friends close but your enemies closer. The problem arises when you cannot distinguish one from the other. The problem is further compounded when they do not even know who they are in your life! Enemies masquerading as friends, friends masquerading as frenemies all parties deceived!
By Tracey on 04.30.2013
Keep your friends close but your enemies closer. The problem arises when you cannot distinguish one from the other. The problem is further compounded when they do not even know who they are in your life! Enemies masquerading as friends, friends masquerading as enemies, all parties deceived!
Enemies are sometimes in disguise, sometimes they are your friends. Enemies are only out to hurt you, never wishing you any good. I have one enemy, I hate her. We were never friends but, she hurt me.
By Tatiana on 04.30.2013
Your worst enemy is yourself.
You can never stifle that voice in the back of your head telling you you’ll never be good enough, you should try harder, no one really loves you, &c. You try to tune that voice out and drown yourself in the encouraging words of family and friends but at night, when you’re lying on your bed waiting for sleep to take you, that voice speaks up in midst of the silence and you hear the raging insults and critics and feel like you’ll never match up to what people expect you to be. Then you break down and cry.
By veryterry on 04.30.2013
We are enemies.
We don’t talk to each other, look at each other, sit in the vicinity of each other, make any comment about the other when prompted to. We behave as if the other is invisible. All the maneuvers possible to socially shun a person, we apply.
But what started it off in the first place? To be honest, I don’t remember? What was the first instance, the first hint of the rivalry that would follow? Again, I don’t remember.
All that remains now is the anger, the animosity and the avoidance. The pretense of unfamiliarity. The cold shoulder.
Yes, we are enemies.
By Aamen Talukdar on 04.30.2013
They weren’t friends; not really. It just so happened that they had a common enemy. And after all, the enemy of your enemy is your friend.
So it totally wasn’t friendship when they shared food or helped each other set up their tents. Even when they told pointless little stories beside a campfire to try and wile away the time. Nope, they totally weren’t friends. They were just enemies with an enemy.
By Rio on 04.30.2013
Why should we be enemies? Love one another. Love those who persecute you. That’s what Jesus says. Even so, it feels unnatural to hate. A first love can never be an enemy. Beautiful wounds you gave me could never mean hatred.
By Shannon on 04.30.2013
Enemies are people that you STRONGLY dislike. You hate them and they hate you too. You are Enemies. People say “Keep your friends close but you Enemies closer”. That is because the point of enemies is to make them tick. Ruin their lives. It is quite evil really.
By Madison on 04.30.2013
Enemies are your greatest teachers. They show you where you react. They show you where you’re uncomfortable, They show you what you truly want. There’s great clarity to be found in interactions with your enemies.
By Caysee URL on 04.30.2013
Don’t you know, it’s a lot of wasted energy to hate.
By Nothing on 04.30.2013
Their swords clashed and clanged, metal against metal in the ultimate test of strength. But on the outside it was merely rumors spread and nasty whispered comments. It felt like war, but it was only high school.
By Becca on 04.30.2013
We need not be enemies. Really, we should love one another shouldn’t we? Beautiful wounds you have given me could never breed hatred for a first love. Time has healed me… I wish you well.
By Shannon Ryan on 04.30.2013
The spikes missed. Any closer and they could have shredded his new shoes. Even though this had happened hundreds of times before, beads of sweat formed on his neck and brow every time he walked down this street. Today his shirt was drenched, and he was thirsty. He didn’t want to miss today, or any other of their rendezvous. They were too important to everyone’s morale, his own included.
By Kent on 04.30.2013
Me and my ex friend are enemies she is so mean she says mean things to my friend we are enemies forever. The thing that she says is so mean to me and my BFF she shouldn’t say such rude things we will never be friends again ever. I can’t believe half of the things she says.
By Destiny.R on 04.30.2013
I wish there were no enemies in the world. It would make the world a much more peaceful place. As a middle school teacher it seems that there are many kids who seem to have enemies or at least pretend they do. Facebook could be considered an enemy of many kids.
By Nancy Wolf on 04.30.2013
enemies are part of life, things you must deal with. Sometimes you have to deal with them the wrong way in order to know what the right way is. And sometimes enemies turn into friends, or friends into enemies, and I’ve never had one but apparently there are these things called “frenemies”
By Bobbi B on 04.30.2013
My friend and me are enemies since yesterday and really that person like did something bad which I didn’t like it and I don’t want a friend who would do jokes on people even if that person doesn’t really care about it even though I’m not gonna be friends with that person ever again even they say sorry about a hundred times I’m still not gonna be friends with them.
By ChristianG on 04.30.2013
Enemies. I hate that the word is plural like if i only knew how many people didnt like me id never come out of my room. But fuck those people thats not what life is about is about living and treating yourself and others well. When i think of “enemies” i think of sad lonely people who have nothing better to do.
By Dorisday on 04.30.2013
They’re everywhere! Different ages, different sizes, different genders and different personalities. No matter your own personality, you probably have an enemy or two.
By Carl Rugby on 04.30.2013
My enemies will knock me down. Revert my smile, back to a frown.Push and pull, at my inner most fears. Slash my heart, blood on sheers.
By Ed on 04.30.2013
enemies are not your friends they are mean
and do not like you.
By Marvin G on 04.30.2013
My enemies surround me, filling the halls. I can’t escape. I’ll be here for 2 more years: middle school.
By Jai on 04.30.2013
See I laugh at your jokes and I think your music taste’s rad.
I confess to myself that I like your style, I really do, and I think you’re pretty with that middle parting.
But for some reason whenever you’re around, you just make me feel like shit.
Or rather when you’re around me, around other people.
I think that’s how it works.
I don’t know if we’re friends or enemies anymore.
It wasn’t an actual knife in my back but the pain didn’t hurt any less.
By Chloe on 04.30.2013
are on online. they are digital. they keep me from writing what i should be writing. i have a poem to create, an article to compose, but instead i am typing on ‘oneword’ and procrastinating on my keyboard piano on a website that may or not result in feeling accomplished.
By Bryan Ripley Crandall URL on 04.30.2013
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