Fresh out of high school,
strong in body but dense in the head.
I worked as a furniture mover
the company owned by a friend.
One time, him and I worked twenty hours straight
at 5 bucks/per, I felt like Tony Montana in Scarface.
Afterwords, I was invited to a speakeasy
to play a little afterhours poker.
Well, you know the rest
I was busted in less than an hour.
but the beer was flowing for free.
My friend and boss
won most of my hard-earned money.
Although I didn't have a license
he let me drive his sweet olds '88 home.
Smokey eyed and flat busted
I still felt like a sparkling pimp.
Categories:
afterwords, 12th grade,
Form: Free verse
Unfairness and injuries to the heart and spirit, can come from any direction, any source, anytime. But the direction we go afterwords is what is in your control. Precious time and energy devoted to past hurts inflicted, don’t help the ability to carry on today and tomorrow, navigating the tests of life sure to come. Erecting barriers to survive is a necessary thing, not being capable of forgiveness and moving forward is another, sure to color your outlook and horizons, in a perpetual gray. So the choice is ours, how do we view and start each day. If necessary heal, but at some point throw the cards in, and start a new deal.
Categories:
afterwords, courage,
Form: Free verse
Out and about so people can see
What's going on in me
It also helps me think
Clearly and keep in the "pink"
Those misty, swirling clouds of doubt
That make me want to pout
Have roots that must come out.
God knows what it is all about!
In pictures or in words
From Before or from Afterwords
It matters not!
All is in the same pot
Of Me.
We all are growing a "tree"
Of life, with fruit to share
We really must care
To keep sweet, kind and giving
To call our life Really Living!
Categories:
afterwords, faith, inspirational,
Form: Rhyme
I met a girl who wasn't mine
And thought we'd go to wine and dine
She met every wish
But drank like a fish
Afterwords I reeled in my line
Categories:
afterwords, political,
Form: Limerick
Where I live, entertainment is free of charge.
Neighbors always sparring back and forth.
Through layers of blistered clapboard poverty...
One time they really tied one on, he was barking incoherently.
She volleyed back calling him "Mr. teeny weeny."
Afterwords there was nothing but a hard silence,
I hadn't laughed like that in a long, long while-
Just last fall, a father and son were in front of my house.
Knives in hand ready to carve each other into bloody clowns.
I watched in awe, there's no future in being the neighborhood snitch.
Unfortunately, both of the clowns stumbled away and lived.
Categories:
afterwords, christmas,
Form: Free verse
was just a
novelty item
within the minds
of the crowd that
had gathered to
watch the show
unfold right in front
of their eyes full
of disbelief
there stood two
hearts flouting above
the ground
then out of no were
one came crashing down
turning to dust
disappearing into thin air
afterwords the remaining
heart flouted away into the distance
without a second look
Categories:
afterwords, analogy,
Form: Lyric
You lit my heart like your birthday candle,
Without realizing I am melting for a years.
I waited to see you whispering for wishes,
Therefore I can shut it off, to stay together.
You were the greatest gift I had in my life,
Now, I am weeping to unwrap cheap ones.
Why would you love someone like me,
When you break my heart with sorrows.
Why would you take me to your heaven,
When you drowned my dreams with you.
Why would you cuddle me all the times,
When you cried to hear I want to die alone.
I can't enjoy all the holidays by myself.
I needed someone to fade my pain away.
You think I be happy to see the clouds,
Rain upon my windows, with your scent.
I can't ask my heart to forgive my moves,
I put him in Lots of embarrassing moment.
You want me to stop drinking and smoking,
The blue sea can't keep my secrets anymore.
I walk smiling nd holding the bottle of poison,
Waiting to meet again, and drink it front of you.
O heart will stop anytime soon, I am tired of
Missing her, and tired of living with dead hopes.
Will this be my last letter before my death day.
So I can pretend to be sleeping and die afterwords.
25/02/2016
Categories:
afterwords, absence, abuse, arabic, betrayal,
Form: Prose
Happiness.
Happiness for sale ?
Only for a while
Afterwords pale !.
Categories:
afterwords, happiness
Form: I do not know?
When
lovers
do converse-
postscripts are the
key
Categories:
afterwords, love, on writing and
Form: Epigram
Spinning in your head, little thoughts stroking your ego, justifing your way.
You are right Damit.
Praying for something more and they come, relationships to teach you, show
you.
Choosing to spin or see, until the next one. Will you open your eyes and see.
Ouch it hurts the turth. But oh the pleasure afterwords. Pease, Pease, Pease.
Tears of joy and comfort, humbling into realness.
The journey so painful and pleasurable.
Do I stop or learn more.
I understand the miserable people who seem to suffer, blind or couragous.
Either way Its the journey we choose.
Categories:
afterwords, life, peace, visionary, journey,
Form: Romanticism