Best After The Break Poems
Thank You Sally
For almost 30 years I’ve been trying to loose this weight,
So obviously, I have been putting all the wrong food on to my plate.
I have tried almost every diet that has ever been invented,
Slimming book after slimming book I have read,
Atkins, Low carbohydrates, High Proteins to name but a few,
Even the F Plan that keeps you on the loo,
The High protein almost drove me to drink,
The Atkins is supposed to make your breath stink,
The Body Clock was extremely hard to do,
Having to eat more than half of your food before two,
Then I reached the point where I didn’t really care,
Food was turning into a complete nightmare,
I was just getting bigger and bigger,
There was nothing left of my figure,
I looked more like Mr Blobby,
Eating my lettuce leaves that had all gone soggy,
Then I joined Weight Watchers for the first time in my life,
To see if they could sort out all this strife,
There I met a lady who filled me with inspiration Sally was her name,
Helping us all to loose weight was her aim,
Sally was there through the good and the bad,
Although some weeks I felt extremely sad,
When I had gained a pound or two,
Stuffing my face with chocolate because of a blew,
On December the 17th 2010 when we broke up for Christmas,
I made my resolution, to come back after the break weighing less,
I bet my husband £3.00 that I would,
I was going to do this, if I could,
So I came back, after Christmas and new Year,
Two and a half lbs lighter, Santa brought me some new gear,
Now only a few more lbs to go,
Then my whole new shape will be on show,
So thank you Sally for all the help you gave me,
Tonight I reached Goal, now I am the weight I want to be.
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Thank You Sally
For almost 30 years I’ve been trying to loose this weight,
So obviously, I have been putting all the wrong food on to my plate.
I have tried almost every diet that has ever been invented,
Slimming book after slimming book I have read,
Atkins, Low carbohydrates, High Proteins to name but a few,
Even the F Plan that keeps you on the loo,
The High protein almost drove me to drink,
The Atkins is supposed to make your breath stink,
The Body Clock was extremely hard to do,
Having to eat more than half of your food before two,
Then I reached the point where I didn’t really care,
Food was turning into a complete nightmare,
I was just getting bigger and bigger,
There was nothing left of my figure,
I looked more like Mr Blobby,
Eating my lettuce leaves that had all gone soggy,
Then I joined Weight Watchers for the first time in my life,
To see if they could sort out all this strife,
There I met a lady who filled me with inspiration Sally was her name,
Helping us all to loose weight was her aim,
Sally was there through the good and the bad,
Although some weeks I felt extremely sad,
When I had gained a pound or two,
Stuffing my face with chocolate because of a blew,
On December the 17th 2010 when we broke up for Christmas,
I made my resolution, to come back after the break weighing less,
I bet my husband £3.00 that I would,
I was going to do this, if I could,
So I came back, after Christmas and new Year,
Two and a half lbs lighter, Santa brought me some new gear,
Now only a few more lbs to go,
Then my whole new shape will be on show,
So thank you Sally for all the help you gave me,
Tonight I reached Goal, now I am the weight I want to be.
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A **** can be pretty and funny and smart.
She can lift all of your thoughts from your ***** straight to your heart.
She can talk about science, music, or art.
She can put you together but also rip you apart,
so don't trust these sluts, no don't you dare.
They'll force you to trust them and love them and care,
and then she'll be gone, and then you'll be aware
of that hole in your heart that that dumb **** left there.
Fire School is in session! Aventurine has released a new video that shows off the skills of one aspect of Darkfall Unholy Wars' Elementalist role, and casters and and pyros-at-heart will enjoy a look into the Fire Mage. Feel like swimming through a bubbling lake of lava? Cast a self-buff and dive right in! Like to lob flaming balls at others and watch them catch fire? Then Fire Mage is the class for you!
Like its name implies, this particular mage uses an arsenal of fiery tricks to best opponents. The class focuses on medium- to long-range combat and incorporates knockbacks and area effects into many of the spells. For a demonstration of Dragonbreath, Magma Bomb, Heat Stroke, and other skills, check out the sizzling video after the break.
You should know your role in Darkfall Unholy Wars. After all, your role determines a lot of what you're capable of doing at any given time, so it's pretty important. The newest development blog on the game gives a preview of one of the updated re-release's new roles for the Warrior, the defensive school known as the Battle-Brand. This is not a role for going out and making people miserable; this is a role for ruining the days of those trying to make you miserable.
The Battle-Brand's abilities include two self-buffs to reduce magical damage taken and reflect a portion of damage taken back to the source. It also features Foebringer, an AoE pull for all nearby enemies, and Bandage, a self-healing spell to keep the Warrior up longer. Last but not least is the ultimate ability, Stoic Defense, which makes the Warrior entirely immune to damage for a short time while consuming mana and stamina. Take a look at the role's abilities in action in a preview video just past the cut.
Explore me with your gaze
Want me more with your curiosity
Undress me with your desire
For the excitement has just begun
The approaches catch my mood
Until you kill it with your plain politeness
Slapping your face to bring you the truth
That rude me more to make my heart race
As I expect it to be wild
The tragedy after the red mark on your face
Don't just stand there after the break
Give out your guts, and call me if you dare
LIL’ MISS GHOUL
On the night of Walpurgistnacht,
Lil’ Miss Ghoul walks into her bedroom,
She is deeply saddened after the break up with her latest man.
Lil’ Miss Ghoul puts on her black Victorian dress,
Softly weeping, she sits down at her Gothic, Victorian Vanity Mirror,
She gets out her pure black lipstick and paints her lips black,
Her nails already painted black from this morning,
Lil’ Miss Ghoul walks to her window and slowly looks at the moon,
Her sobs becoming stronger as she tilts her head at the full moon,
She sings to herself a song of love as she begins to weeps hysterically,
Lil’ Miss Ghoul returns to sit down at her Vanity Mirror desk,
She looks at all the pictures of the men surrounding her mirror,
The men who swore their love to her, used her and ditched her,
She slumps over her sobs uncontrollable.
She looks at the Gothic switch blade knife and picks it up,
She looks at the men she thought loved her,
One by one, they were only interested in her body,
Lil Miss Ghoul makes a hard, quick slash across her right wrist,
She looks at the moon, then, slashed her left wrist.
Lil’ Miss Ghoul stops crying, as she looks at the moon.
The blood from her wrists like a geyser, quickly spilling from her body,
She never takes her eyes off of the moon as her life slipped away,
Lil’ Miss Ghoul rises from her body, looks at the men she thought loved her,
She remained hovering in her room, till the next morning.
Momma came knocking, entered her room, and screamed,
Momma screaming, “Oh, my baby!!!! NOOOOO!!!!!!”
Daddy came running to Momma’s screams,
Daddy falls to his knees as he begins to cry, “NOOOO!!!!!”
As the days passed till Lil’ Miss Ghoul’s funeral,
Lil Miss Ghoul in spirit form attended her own funeral.
At her own funeral, Lil Miss Ghoul looks around,
Her entire family was there, all her friends,
She watched as they all painfully weeps hysterically.
Lil Miss Ghoul realized she has made a mistake,
As she says, “Oh my God, what have I done? These people are the one’s that love me, why did I let these men get to me?”
After you have said good bye
You feel pain cutting you like a knife
No intoxicant can totally mask your pain
So you will have to live with it
After you have said good bye
She says I don't love you anymore
He laughs, turns, and shouts
“I already changed the lock on the door
You have been evicted, get out!”
The audience bates their breath
A collective inhale from the smoking mess
The man looks into the camera now
“Join us after the break”
What good ratings this does make
Protect your home, dog, and car!
Come try out the new Jaguar!
Be sure to catch the latest news!
(And listen to their biased views)
But most of all do be certain
to draw close the Digital Curtain!
Bringing you the latest
wars, famine and a rapist
A look at how the market grows
Avoiding talk of public lows
Trusting those who dress in suits
condemning those who march in boots
The BBC and ITV
A war in mediocrity
So watch manufactured laughter
or talent manufactured
But when you realise what your watching,
save the earth, and your brain,
turn off the toxin
He's skipping
To fourth grade
After the break
He's skipping
Half a year
And it has
Brought us cheer
2 c what
He knows
2 c how
He's grown
After the break up when they split
a sense of loss, fear, anger and pain.
A father doing is best
a older sister who beacame insane
No sense of belonging a longing for a place to call my own, to call a home.
A mother dealing with her own grief
listening to their arguing, moaning.
No rules or boundaries. Seeing things a child shoudn't see
Insomnia kicks in due to anxiety
No sense of belonging a longing for a place to call my own, to call ahome.
So she got wed but again instead was lost in translation, no love or jubilation
A man who cared, yet others who judged
So after all theses years through the tears I finally have a place to call my own.
Where One can be themselves and feel at peace.
No swaaering or shouting. Just my place to belong.
AFTER THE BREAK-UP WITH HIM
Surplus Jack of all trades -
I should be gone -
I am master of none.
This apple garden fades :
On a cold lonely eve
Along the Neva bank, my
Running feet slowing by
Heavy thought, I grieve -
The snake-end of Eden.
Unforgiven, I missed the train,
Only two minutes too late,
I saw the swing of a gate
Slither, and me abandon
To an endless dark station,
To despair. All my hopes turned
To hell fury - a woman scorned
Like Eve without Adam, spurned.
A nightless day, a queen unthroned.
Stars are flying, music dying
Perhaps the serpent was lying.
Two half-apples on the market-stall:
Their equal parts make a single whole
They had a sense in being right
Listened to those explain their plight
Docked inside the sailing ports
Going into battle wearing a shirt, socks and shorts
On a battlefield called sports
Saints giving a Southampton name
European football was the game
Granted no championship this year
Relegation not even a fear
Watford teetering keeping a high profile
Enjoying the buzz while being wild
Time did come
To find out where the hornets were coming from
Raid the worker bees
Taking the nectar not even saying please
Plotting the invasion
Inquisition question started raisin
Having a nice sweet product
Saints all knowing where they got it
A defenseless flower
With peaceful beauty power
Before the clock minutes left the teens
Saints put one on the board for their team
And after the break
Another one Saints did take
Reading two to nil
Forgiveness put on the bill
And own goal was credited
Spiritual bug in the match netted it
Suddenly a lightning power surge
Thundered back ending the Saints purge
Pulling the stingers out of the hive
Black and yellow creatures barely alive
There was no change on the table
Four still able
To claim survival
And not be taken down by a rival
I wonder how I would have been if things never ended between him and I.
Would I still put him first like I did,despite the distance?
Would I still value him and see him as the guy that I would wanna be with even though I know that there are guys who are after me yet I'd never give them attention coz I decided that I'm a one man woman?
Would I still utter this powerful statement (I love you) with a deep passion and with the same way I give life to it whenever I utter it?
Would I still boast about the sweet things he'd say to me day after day and consider myself greatly blessed?
And if I had never meant every word that I said, would I have moved on by now? Would I have moved on a week after the break up? A day maybe? An hour?
See whenever something precious is taken from you, a part of you actually dies and thus,you're responsible for giving that particular part life again,because the power is in your hands..
Sometimes we may never have the strength to stand, but all we have to do is allow ourselves to heal as time goes by..
A certain woman I know once said "Tought times don't last,tough people do"
I've decided to be tough and through being tough,I made it through all the trials.
I've learnt to forgive people who I never expected to be hurt by
I've learned to apologise to people who I never meant to hurt
I've learned to love people who can't stand seeing me
And through all this, I can say that I'm a woman of valor and I've drawn my strength from healing..
Walking through trees and bushes,
Thinking of the past.
I let the tears fall,
I am free at last.
I am not trapped in school,
I am not trapped at home.
Out here in isolation,
I am finally free to roam.
I left my phone at the house,
My parents won’t know I’ve gone.
They might figure it out,
After the break of dawn.
I will not be missed,
Not during my parent’s fight.
I won’t be missed at school,
And this is why I write.
I write to tell my story,
To let everyone know the reason.
I am the little deer at school,
And this is hunting season.
It seems like I am not safe,
So why should I stick around?
I am no longer wanted,
So why should I make a sound?
I walk further into the darkness,
But I’m having a second thought.
Maybe this isn’t right,
This isn’t what I’ve been taught.
STOP! I tell my stupid mind,
The decision is already made.
But to think I’ll never see again,
Cuts me like a blade.
It’s time, I tell myself,
I wrap my finger around the trigger.
I lift it up, but I can’t hold it,
It seems much, much bigger.
What am I doing?
I drop the gun,
And I turn back to the town,
I run, run, run.
I run back to my house,
Into my parents’ arms.
They were so worried,
Looking around all the farms.
We all cry together,
Tears of relief, tears of joy.
I will stay strong, I will not cave in.
I will not be thrown away like a toy.
In the future
To get a job
You will have to go
On a game show
To show the viewing public
What you’ve got
And why you deserve it
Above the other contestants
Vying for the same job
There will be tension and tears
Pinned hopes and fears
As the voting public decides
Who will win?
And if you are chosen
You will have to show
Just how grateful you are
Like on the X-Factor
From those picked by Cheryl Cole
Tears, thanks
Chests grasped, hands clasped
In gratitude
Overwhelming joy
Oh at last! I can feed my boy....
Give him all the things
He’s never had
Since times post ‘The Blair Era’
Have gone so bad
(Although you won’t be able to say that)
Jobs will be precious, and scarce
Robotic factory floors
Work night and day
As mechanoids don’t get sick
Or ask for a living wage
While humanoids now greet those
Who can still afford to shop
Whether they want them to
Or not
And so it carries on
After the break
We have those
Who are on their final strike
Who will get stripped of their job tonight....?
Only you can say – so don’t go away!
Be right back after this commercial break!
Anna Archichek