Identity crisis
1 word has tit in it
Overall it does make you feel like a tit
Att the decisions
Who are you
Identity crisis
No matter how I spell it or shout it or whisper it or talk to someone about it
Noone listens
“Your not gay you like a boy”
“Are you a girl again”
“Are you straight again”
“Once I break up with you will become gay again
Switch it on or whatever you do”
“Who are you”
Identity crisis
Sometimes crisis feels like overkill
A mountain out of a molehill
Much ado about nothing and making a song and dance about nothing
Now that's irony
You may not feel it but your constantly questioning
Who are you
Identity crisis
Makes you feel alienated
You
You have to go through this whilst everyone else doesn't
No one can relate
I don't know who I am
Help
Categories:
att, anger, angst, blue, boy,
Form: Free verse
Matt, I really hate what they’re reporting about you,
And the current investigation finds it is entirely not true,
That you may refurbish your professional career
The impact of the charges alone could ruin you, I fear.
Gracious, you and I are of totally different persuasion
And we agree on almost nothing on the average occasion,
Except that I hate to see any young man’s life muddied
The way sex-trafficking charges can leave one so sullied.
Zingers keep coming; we hope for clearer information.
Written April 7, 2021
Categories:
att, character, conflict, how i
Form: Acrostic
Partir c'est mourir un peu..
Att skiljas är att dö en smula.
Av barn, fyllon och dårar får man höra sanningen.
Det är bäst att bita i det sura äpplet.
Den dagen, den sorgen.
The Story Begins
I remember long ago of night time kisses
Full of desire and apprehension, that you would disperse
You proclaimed your love, into my ear
I slept alone, the brisk cold hiding my fear
I would talk of dreams and foreign places
You begged me to go on and fulfill your dreams
Grand Manier nights , sad morning rays
Long gone was my love with golden hair
Daniel was not her lover
Under starry nights she held him close
I was nothing more than a friendly stranger
That he adored, and the son I never had
St Adolph would be my tormentor
On horses we rode in blankets of snow
Towards our destinies apart
Our fireplace of passion, we soon would depart
Like the brothers of Seville
I too was caught between two worlds
She would leave my heart in the cold of the rivers edge
From this day I became one of the walking dead
Categories:
att, betrayal, grave, lost love,
Form: Light Verse
ACHTUNG, MES AMIS
The islands resolutely isolated from the shore
had atmosphere : they were redolent of an insolence
which betokened ‘Do come and get me, if you damn well dare.’
Its minor mountains, be amazed, look, of an eminence
protruding from deceptively calm waters past La Manche,
scant altitude, but attitude, enough to sink their fleets;
with birds whose complaints and laughter would fill the Sunday rags,
and tempt to silly invasions - all coupled with defeats.
Come, ask yourselves, oh Latin Ones, on what does this depend ?
You win with words, or food; pr’aps you’re not right, quite, for the fight ?
Ye Krauts, at our shores your ambitions flounder to their end,
perhaps it’s time that you give up, kowtow, and see the light ?
For friends, that’s what, deep down, we know you really, truly are,
of course we’ll squabble, we’re close, that goes without being said.
Just as long as you give us space - without the laws you need -
with you we will even break our white, sliced, and pre-packed bread ....
Alan McAlpine Douglas
(Challenge words : island resolute isolated redolent
mountain amazed water birds laughter flounder)
Categories:
att, funny, political,
Form: I do not know?
eli & oskar
fullända ett band mellan två individer
de går ut i natten
de har varandras sällskap skull och
kön, som belastning som kan förstöra så många
helt enkelt inte in i denna ekvation ---
hon ger honom med sin egen vaksamhet
korten har delats ut för sina egna århundraden av
ångest, men hennes visdom är stor och
hon vet att minst nu,
hon har en vän, hon i själva verket har så mycket mer,
hon har en följeslagare som förstår henne tillräckligt att veta
han kommer aldrig riktigt förstå henne &
så acceptera detta faktum, känner oskar på samma sätt,
att ingen annan än eli skulle ta sig tid att ens försöka
att förstå honom.
de trotsar den logiska död relationer, dessa två,
de trotsar samhället som vill dem att konvertera, så snabbt att
pessimism,
eftersom det stryper alla unga så väl ---
de trotsar alla "gud" som tydligt anses dem båda
"fördömda" från början &
ännu,
de är tillsammans &
det är vettigt.
Categories:
att, life,
Form: Free verse
Fight! You keep stabing with your knife, shoot! You goddamed parasite get ready to die, fire!
We take you down now, nothing will stop my writings, no one else in my side has this ways,
now i take my chance to die on my pool of wasted ink, keep flying to the mountains, keep
sending black roses for the buried, you complicate your life with guns, i kill with with ink, we
fight for power, no one can take us down, this our lands, our mountains, dont steal what you
were never able to builth, this world was created by your enemy, i know you want to take us
down, but too bad you decided to go out and cry out what you lost and not fight it back, none
of my business, is not yours and never will, you treath with powerless army, no guns, no
knife, no nothing to kill with, too bad i buried your wife and child into the sea of ink, yes,
inside the pen i put down to write, they drown praying for savior, but now i ask, are you
brave enough to save them from my grasps?
This short story is for all the powerful writters of the whole globe and expecially the ones
that belong to this website. I apreciate the support of all the ones who comment.
Att. Crow(TLMS)
Categories:
att, imagination
Form: I do not know?
Black and grey, white decends the hymn of heaven, we fell for fools in this game, we lost
with prideless toughts, show me how long does it take to die, my wishes are below the earth
we walk, mother of Jesus, mother of all hells, mother of Lucifer, mother of all heavens, we
have stoled the queen of heaven, we have torned her name and slipt her troath, we are the
devils of our gods, we sin for pretty pleasures, bring this to my knees and spit to my face
the evening i die, family of faceless childs, I have stolen the evidence of this hollowed story,
that for now we decend this devils apetite to cruel oblivion...
For the one i once confied...
Att. Crow(TLMS)
Categories:
att, lost lovemother, mother,
Form: I do not know?