Funny, what the end could mean,
when it only ushers memories of days beginning
Trick and treats, it trickled;
the goods we laughed and jiggled,
and the bads we travailed, and pickle.
Our little world was rocked with its ‘ends’,
Mama’s sabbath rice treat to spirit that never bends;
over a steaming rite, lows made aright.
Please, world, while you end, right!,
build a wall round my memories’ site.
Happy Father’s Day Dad. This is a day for you to be glad. Your a wonderful shining knight. You taught me how to be strong and how to fight. Your a lovely father who tells jokes with laughter. Your faith is amazing and your advice is telling. I am Blessed to be your son and when I see you I have lots of fun. Happy Father’s Day Dad as I pray for many more goods to come and not bads. God Bless!
he has been abandoned again
he hates his life
hates his therapist
yes it is the one he was in love with last week
he cannot control his moods
they twist him around and throw him against a wall
not really him, for there is no him
only a shell of where a person could have been
he has never felt more adrift
alone abandoned unloved
he is chronically bored
today depressed anyway this minute
there are no grays only blacks and whites
sometimes all bads, other times all goods
this is what borderline personality disorder
does for him
he is empty and lost
perpetually and completely
wait. There is no he.
Life is ups and it's downs,
it's shorts and it's longs
It's crooks and it's straights,
it's rights and it's wrongs
It's emptys and it's fulls,
it's hots and it's colds
It's nows and it's thens,
it's youngs and it's olds
It's darks and it's brights,
it's hards and it's softs
It's evers and it's nevers,
it's onces and it's ofts
It's goods and it's bads,
it's dirtys and it's cleans
It's happys and it's sads,
it's nices and it's means
It's alls and it's nones,
it's belows and it's aboves
It's hugs and it's kisses,
it's hates and it's loves
It's beginnings and it's endings,
it's slows and it's fasts
It's questions and it's answers,
it's firsts and it's lasts
It's rounds and it's squares,
it's befores and it's afters
It's ins and it's outs,
it's tears and it's laughter
It's all of these things rolled up in a shell
So have yourself a good one, and I wish you well
Into the woods he would go one day
His life had been one of blazing sun
Born in the desert in Summer's heat
The trees in his life numbered just one
He sat in shade of the lone oak tree
And smiled that somewhere there were others
He had heard of forests and critters
That God considered man's own brothers
Most men his age dreamed of fast women
But his dreams were of tallest green trees
Sunlight filtered like kaleidoscopes
Carried by an aromatic breeze
He knew that when his life was over
And they totaled his bads and his goods
He would ask that his only reward
Be to slowly walk into the woods
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The two ones
I have a sister ,I have a sister, I have 2 sisters I have 2 sisters
September 22 2016 September 14 2003, Beatrice Ester Ester Beatrice surrounded all around just by sisters sweet not cold loving and cute hugs me when I have hard times and sadness I love my sisters my sisters love me I am sorry for my bads, but we are happy family
Amazing how drugs do get sold,
when warnings in ads are so bold;
more time's often spent on what to prevent
before what they're good for is told.
These warnings may not be so wise;
though scary, we must realize
lab testing does show that problems are low
so warning lists are compromised.
So how can one muster goodwill
when doctors prescribe a new pill?
Just trust his advice, forget the health price,
then swallow that pill- pay the bill!
Long lists of the 'goods' versus 'bads'...
not worth fretting warnings in ads!
‘My name is Bond…
James Bond,’ I say.
The ladies swoon:
I have a way.
I kill the ‘bads’
And save the day.
My life is cool,
At work and play.
Jack Horne for Georgio’s Become a Fictional Character contest
About James Bond (from any of 007’s adventures by Ian Fleming)
Sometimes I wonder if the pain makes us breathe easy
Because if we're smiling it barely feels like breathing
Guess you can take a lion out the jungle and feed it...
Bt it will always want to go hunting
Bittersweet bitter reality...
I guess I could never sort out the taste of my reality
Taste buds numb I bit too much insanity
Or is it my bite of reality is of poor quality
My closest reflection seems so far from redemption
Like it's part of the scenery..
The picture was put on auction
So I sold my soul to the devil but only just a portion
So my goods and my bads are blown out of proportion
Funny how nothing ever takes the pain away
But still something bad only does it momentarily
In this mentality we are junkies to our poverty
If you cant acknowledge me then I won't let you knowledge me
So go ahead and judge for going back to that alcohol
But nothing seems strong enough so add more ethanol
I'm trying to revive my heart it doesn't beat at all
Because evryone seems to trip but i always take the fall
If you care the others
You’ll be cared by them
If you care with love
You’ll be loved by them
None of caress lives for the bads
But not every caress fed by the unsads
As long as the sad has caused the good
There won’t be a big stone blocking your boat
That will bring you to the love, that gold
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part oart lart hart gart qart xart
bart zart kart jart rart vart tart
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bads;lkgjl;fdaskfl;klkldjlkfadl ldkfjal;ks dfl, everybody wants to talk everybody wants to jive everybody wants a
hand-shake or a high-five!
da da da da da da da da da da da da da da daaaaaaa!!!!
Thats all folks!!!
Our love is like spring
Full of laughter, color, and happiness
Unlike spring though
Our days last
The time we’ve had seem to go by so fast
What once is our future soon becomes our past
In the winter months, when the birds don’t sing
Our hearts beat a happy tune
Never, could I fully describe the love be share
Love is a feeling
The feeling of a summer breeze that catches your hair
…Pure happiness
Yes, we’ve been through our goods and bads, our love and hates, our happy and sads
But our love always comes out on top of it all
When the autumn leaves begin to fall from the trees above
I know it’s been another year
Beyond the point of falling
Now fully in love
The sounds of scribbling pencils
The smell of crisp lined paper
All the stress of all tests and quizzes you'll take
And the accompishments your parents didn't make
Exeding the limit
Of human acknowledgement
And living up to your dreams
Falling flat on your face
And building past the block of your gifts
No matter who, where, and why your where you are
There is a reason and way to get out
To go to college
And leave your home
Following your path
The goods and bads
The rights and the wrongs
You can make it through them all.
Gullibly naively dumbfounded over generality,
Undeniably stated amongst the general masses,
There in lies promiscuity in propriety,
Between all levels of the social classes,
Unfortunately this is the distinct similarity,
To which each bird will hum,
At loss from our original integrity,
We desire the untethered skirts and rum,
In this midst there is the risk,
From all societal standards,
To be brisk in this bountiful frisk,
For this society will ban herds,
But atlas cornered in this flask,
Is the unmistakably genuinely truthful covenant,
Between a graciously compassionate deity to his cask,
In which everlasting love is abundant,
In the event we break this pretentious mask,
Unraveling the bondage of our contempt,
In this glory we could bask,
But in this attempt we will be tempt,
Traveling this road is truly hard,
Disheartening at times but promising in signs,
When goods turn to bads and to marred,
We turn to whom created this immaculate design.
I’ve shivered in the colds of life
But never felt the snow
And many fires fueled the raging
Flames that ever grows
I’ve felt the hunger pains before
Though unaffected famine
The bads were bad, but could be worse
I’m driven by this passion
I’ve lived a life that’s almost full
A few more on my list
I’ve not experienced death before
But time can’t be dismissed
I used to think that planning all
Ensures success in all we know
And still a tear escapes the frame
Of one who’s yet to feel the snow
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