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SHALL WE DANCE

SHALL WE DANCE

Shall we dance, as two snakes encircling one another,
A bite to the strike, whom draws the first blood of 
Passions bitter poison.
Venomous vipers, engaged in a twisted game of hidden desires,
Shielded by golden bands of confinements vows of promise, 
Yet yielding under the guise of the serpent’s folk tongue.
Reptilian lovers Intertwining, beneath the light rays of the 
Elliptical moons illumination, deceiver’s side slithering,
The truth of reality’s harsh dawning to come.
Desert tempest creatures, crushed under the swelling
Sand storms of destiny, rising in the winds rip tidal shift
Of exotic’s throngs of passion, then dashed upon the
Rocks of calamity’s destructive force.
Behold the skins of shame, we’ve shed in this our lost
Garden of paradise called Eden, as we descend limb
By limb, unraveling, retanggling, in a mutual enticement’s
Partaking of the unripen fruit, in this the harvested
Orchard of deceit, and lies of pleasure spoils.
Rattling’s bad to the bone species, are these
Deceiver’s dwelling under the moonlight, 
Loves vanquished, by passions burnt embers
Of lusts cold blooded flame.
Veracity’s fiercest retile's in mortal combat
With their human hearts, or their raw physical
Basic instincts, the animal within themselves,
The beast of desire, exposing the coiling in raptures
After glow of the exotic.
In the emerald eyes of the snakes flashing, these
Are the transfixed, paralyzed prisoners of loves
Passionate vipers, the cursed of the forbidden.
Poisons intoxicated figures, silhouetted in the red
Moons seduction zone, he the hooded king cobra,
And I his empress taipan of the orient.
Glittering do our scales of temptation, damnation,
Oh but to die in this incoilment’s display of eternal
Abandonment, a climatic apex of poisonous predators,
Ripping, tarring at their bare exposed fleshes
Atonement, unsheived are these carnivores
Of passion.
Shall we dance, as two snakes encircling one another,
A bite to the strike, whom draws the first blood
Of passions bitter poison.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN







Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2015


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Seas Of Black Winds, Blast Walls Of Solid Stone

 

   Seas Of Black Winds, Blast Walls Of Solid Stone

    Fighting against waves, where night's bright moon shines
    In thought, a much needed stitch often saves,
    future life like seeded cones on green pines.

    Sealing doors, when escape demands harsh pays
    In their bravest deeds, heroes do much more
    than any that in their shame falsely prays.

    Deep dark nights, echoes ring chimes very clear
    With eternal hope, faith gifts saving lights
    loves united, dreams sent forth without fear.

    Dawn's bursting gaze, when black night terrors flee
    Happiness cuts deeply retreating haze,
    as new life and great joy cries let it be.

    Seas of black winds, blast walls of solid stone
    Tis little help, being bad to the bone.

    R.J. Lindley
    Feb.21st, 1976


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    Total # Words: 110 



Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016


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Your Sanity

Stuck in place…
Free in space…
you’re insane 
I’m as sweet as sugar cane…
Whatever happened to your unique personality?
Whatever happened to your sanity? 
Has it transformed to insanity?
I like the way you make me feel
Oh, you don’t have to make it a big deal
I love the way you lie about me 
Right behind my back
I never needed you in the first place
I don’t want you back! I don’t want to see your hideous face!
You pushed me in the margins…and you threw me away
You took advantage of me as if it was another boring and laborious day!
I don’t want you back, 
So go ahead and run away with your pack!
I’m the last magazine, 
Left alone on the magazine rack
I don’t want you to see my cry a river…
Whatever happened to your sanity?
Do you see my ocean of emotion? 
Why are you sponging in melancholy?
Pray to God for forgiveness 
He’ll consider you His faithful child of serenity
I don’t want to bleed without you…
But you’re rather bittersweet 
You boast way too much – that’s just neat…
I hate the way you treat me – like B.S. literally  
You think you’re better than everyone else – 
I think otherwise, you stinging bee!
You are literally bad to the bone
Whatever happened to your sanity?
Do you understand what I’m saying? 
Do you consider my plea?
Pray to God for forgiveness 
He’ll consider you His faithful child of serenity
I’m a loner, talking to myself again, 
Walking all alone…in the streets of shame
My happiness is hardly ever shown – this feeling of rejection has no name
Feelin’ this shame without a name…
I know these feelings might seem lame,
But they’re real to me – 
I’m jaded corrupted
Am I the cause of your misfortune?
Am I a singer, singing out of tune?
I miss you, but at the same time, 
I’m happy that you’re gone
I’ve never grown out of my fears of losing you – that’s sublime!
But, it seems like I can’t move on
Move on…man…just move on with this life
Though I might be the victim of strife
Your envy and heartless comments stabs me like a knife
And you ask if I’m alright…
Good riddance, you weren’t my ecstatic delight! 
You disowned me 
You joined the pack…
You rejected me…
You never got my back
Instead, you stabbed me in the back…
Whatever happened to your sanity?
Do you even remember who I was? 
Your friend who would make your 
Heart jump with glee?
Pray to God for forgiveness 
He’ll consider you His… 
His compassionate child of jubilance
Am I of any significance? 
You are a wolf in sheep’s clothing
You will feel my loathing…
I’m gaining fruitful insight 
That you lack tremendously
Your thoughtless words 
Made me taste your envy and vanity

Whatever happened to your sanity?
 
Whatever happened to your sanity? 

What are you afraid of? 
Returning to your misery?
Pray to God for forgiveness 
He’ll accept you in His family 
We’ll all sing with merriness 
In our hearts, we’ll never let our passion 
Get in the way or our lament will stay
God is our Father and 
We need to honor Him 
And obey every single day
I’m surrounded by my enemies now….
Save me…deliver me from them, 
For they use their bullying ways
God will answer our prayer in His own time – 
It might take hours, it might take days…
Until He takes full action
But He wants us to have a cheerful heart, 
Beating vigorously with gratification 
My emotions are ganging up on me…yah see? 
Will you ever leave me be?
I’m fighting this battle for my own sake…
I will watch you suffer and slowly, but surely break
Don’t take it easy, you’re getting it the hard way
Whatever happened to your sanity?
Whatever happened to your singing, uplifting me?
Pray to God for forgiveness 
He’ll consider you His faithful child of tranquility
Tough luck, you jerk! You’re so berserk! 
You’re like a madman…
Bombing the city and doing abominable work!
 
Maybe you’ll find your courage another day
Do me a favor and unchain me free from my poverty
Maybe we’ll be in good terms 
And in the same demented boat
Whatever happened to your sanity?
Why are using uncalled for profanity?
I can relate to your eccentric insanity…
I need you to do me a quick favor and 
Pray to God for forgiveness 
He’ll consider you His faithful child of serenity
Pray to God for forgiveness 
He’ll craft His miracles of mesmerizing euphoria 
Free me from this abhorrent agony 
Keep on pressing on with your uplifting ecstasy…
You would win my heart 
If you’d be so kind to make me a root beer float
You are the opposite of gravity, 
Lifting me higher than the mountains 
That used to stare me down 
The morning will be brought back to life 
Sooner than you think
I’m not in the brink of total disaster – 
I trust you won’t break my heart 
Like you did in the past…
The past’s wicked adversaries reduced me to sorrow
IS there hope in store for Tomorrow? 
Please tell me if it’s so…or this envied grief and curiosity will grow…
You wouldn’t catch me before I sink 
I’d like to thank you – that was sarcasm
I’ll give you a wink that signifies my appreciation of having you, you little brat 
But, you and I have gone through hardships in our personal lives…
I should’ve not of trusted you, but you were as mysterious as a bat! 
You were as sneaky as a black cat! 
You are so deceptive…so corruptive…so inattentive…but I still love you 
Hey! Don’t even try to step on me over and over again like a mat!
I won’t let you stomp all over me like that! 
My faith towards You will never shrink
As long as You’re here with me…
That’s what matters most, you see?
I would like to visit you 
We’ll meet eye to eye one day with a smile on our faces – 
Not a trace of dismay is seen and we’ll share our embraces
I really don’t know what to do or say
I’m speechless, but I’m fatigued, 
So let me lay my head on Your shoulders for a while
I want Your relief to shed Your perpetual peace on me, 
Wiping away the despicable bile
Rinsing away the mixed emotions, piling on me for a while…
It seemed like a long time 
At least it’s all over – at least I don’t take pleasure in committing a crime


Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2014


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Minions of Anarchy- Minions


Bello (hello)let me tell you about some Minions
Brightly covered single-cell organisms
Small yellow cylindrical creatures
With one eye and sometimes two
Not sure why . . . 
Minions love to wear dungarees and goggles
Not sure why . . . 
They live to serve, all they need is a leader
Their language is gibberish-fueled insanity
Like, we love you (tutaliloo ti amo)
Now there is this a group of Minions despicable
Minions of Anarchy . . . 
A motorcycle gang of Minions
Roaring around on two wheels, zoooom
The leader is Clay, ugly (bananoninal!)
A one eye-master of destruction
His wife Gemma, la femme fatale
There is always a handsome hero
And his name is Jax, a blonde, one eyed Minion
Obviously quite insane and mentally disturbed
His wife, Tara, hate her (tatata-dala-tu)
And the other members of the group
Juice, Tigs, Opie, Kozit, Chibs, and Bobby
This despicable group are bad to the bone
Oh, not sure if Minions have bones . . .
Anyways, havoc and destruction follow them
But, I love (tutaliloo ti amo)  their story, sorry (bi do)
what(po-ta !) you say of these bad boys
Oh, such depression and joy and family ties
Nothing is more important to them than family
Kiss, kiss, kiss (muak, muak, muak)
This is but one group of Minions
Like all who dwell in the world, there are many groups
Some good, some bad, and some just silly
Thank you (tank you)
Goodbye (poopayel)
Cheers (kanpal)

__________________________
February 19, 2016

Free Verse

For the contest, Minions
Sponsor, Silent One

Third Place


Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2016


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Egregious

Bad to the bone
Incorigible
Witches brew
Potion of evil
Naughty


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                yer

Atomic bomb killer
Mischief


***This is for the worst poem ever contest


Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2010


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does this gun in my mouth make me look suicidal?

guilty war pigs with nowhere to hide
the shame of a nation that doesn't try
the obsession of bad to the bone
does this gun in my mouth make me look suicidal

no
not at all

die for the cause of someone elses desire to kill
blackmail and pigeonhole the stool pigeon
to finaly have a taste of rocky road
the quaking leaf you are shaking on that limb
ready to let go of the autumn wind

someone bought the farm
new names for anthrax the whitemen brought to heighten their power
does this gun in my mouth make me look suicidal?

no 
not at all

makes you look like a war pig about to do the right thing

the smiles on every childs face will haunt you for an eternity
the celebrations you persist to endure to breathe as a scapegoat for your own mercy
won't come
the lie you live can't be escaped nor washed away
alas the clouds tell the breeze of the birds wings and the flowers of bees
the smell of death and decay in the spring won't let you sleep

does this gun in my mouth make me look suicidal?

no
not at all

the string on your finger
to remind you of the note in your pocket
the one of the sign as to when and how to blow your brains out
an instructional video you don't need difficulties with
for the spider web weaving trouble
merciless doubtfull remorse of an eteernity entrapping you
the oak and ivy replacing the sadalwood and stone
soapy hands washing clean in the mud
forever and ever
to never be forgiven
unbearable good news from the sheep from the bull on parade
the massacre you want can start with you today

does this gun in your mouth make you look suicidal?

no
not at all

looks like the death of a war pig
and i get off on stuff like that

no salvation
no mercy
no love
no forgiveness

die 
in the
streets of
society
eventually
nothing will be
tolerated

does the bounty on your heads come cheap?
not really
we all add to the pot
and this obvious heart will feast
on the dirt upon the floor you belong
from this gaping hole like a wrecking ball
that crucifies us all nailed to a grudge
you call a rollercoaster

this curse of simplified things can not be undone
forever spider weaves webs
soapstone and clover
the complete take over
nothing to believe
but the death of the devil i place upon your shoulder

the gun in your mouth looks suicidal
as you creep and creak up the stairs down the hall
knock knock ding dong ding dong
father time and lady luck
offered this fate my destiny

666


Copyright © Troy Jeremy Nelson | Year Posted 2010


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Fahrenheit 451

This verse has syllables: 4, 5, 1

(Pattern of syll.’s: 4, 5, 1, 4, 5, 1, etc.)



Firemen burning
Books without a care
Hmm…
Four fifty one
Degrees burn its proof! – 
Naught!
The books, priceless
With knowledge and words
Typed,
But left unread, 
In a creative…
Way
Guy Montag is
A unique fireman…
He
Worked for ten years – 
WATCHED
The pages scorch
Aflame with pleasure – 
He’s 
Bad to the bone…
But, he will be a 
Grand
Hero soon…Hence,
He meets a weird girl
Who 
Teaches him lessons
She’s age seven-
Teen
What is her name?
Oh! It is Clarisse!
She…
Influenced him
To reflect upon 
Life
Guy Montag sees
His role differently
Hmm…
He sees his life
In another light –
Good! 
He played with fire
He explores the world – 
Burned!  


Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2014


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Thug, Outlaw, Infamous

I'm not afraid of jail
I'm not afriad of Hell
Im comfortable at home
As well in a cell
Disregard for every rule
Nickname me cruel
A.K.A. crazy
My rage never gets lazy
Is it obvious I'm so immersed in hatred
I have some sympathy inside me but nowhere permanent to place it
Lets face it 
Im a rolling stone
Bad like Michael Jackson(R.I.P.)
Bad to the bone
I think the devil fears me
I know He hears me
Eyes dry like the desert
So I don't get teary
That's probably why ghosts won't come near me
I chase down them zombies
They trudge away in fear but won't get away from me
I'm that evil
Yea that evil
Words cut like a knife
Yes sir my poems cleave you
Law enforcement doesn't deserve respect
Authority assassin
Watch closely as I grasp the FBI by the neck
People get so curious
As to why I'm so furious
Then they start to question about my rage's secret weapen
R.A.G.E. stands for Richard Always Get Even
This is way beyond realization
Beyond believin
I was bred this way
Anger entered my home with intentions to forever stay
It's ok
Because as far as I can remember glee and joy was scarce
A rarity
I used the rest of my happiness so I donated it to charity
As for dyin I'll be content to meet my maker
No love for any being
Girls call me heartbreaker
Guys call me headbreaker
Make them all pay for leaving me
How could this be
Which is worst: Being stranded
Or being abandoned
Maybe I'm just both
In-between
Pure mean
Go to either heaven or hell and do a one-man raid
I'm not afraid
Because I'm a thug, outlaw, infamous



Copyright © Richard-Jamaal Keen | Year Posted 2009


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The Biker Chic

I have always been on the rough side
I even look butch enough to pass for a man when I ride,

I want to be a biker chic and ride a Harley
So I can look bad to the bone when I am really sorry,

You see my dream came true one July when I received a check
It should of been for my kids but I decided it was for me instead,

In 2006 I bought a black Harley perfect for me
I didn't care that I used my kids money because I wanted to be free,

I got paid back by the lord above
When I tried to pull the bike off the truck it fell on my arm and wrapped it like a glove,

You see it was wrong for me to be so selfish
As it turned I never have ridden the bike I thought was so lavish,

I paid a price for what I have done
The lesson here is your kids come first before having fun,

I still have the black bike I always dreamed of
I guess it will stay in the garage until I am forgiven from above.


Written By: Unique Poetry 2006: This was inspired by someone I knew that this really happened to and is very sad.





Copyright © Michelle Born | Year Posted 2015


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Dead Broke

The ferryman impatiently awaits
But I lack the gold
So I ask him to wait, as I put him on hold..

I call the grim reaper hoping for a loan
He appeared soon after through my headstone
He's cloaked in all black looking bad to the bone

What is it now? Did you get stoned?
NOoo.. I offed myself in a cornfield all alone
Yeah like how E.T. phoned himself home?

"Please grim I just need a little bread" I begged
Okay, give me a minute but don't hold your breathe
Yeah..well I'm already dead!

After half a century grim returns
He says "sorry bud but you gotta burn"
My jaw drops and i start to run

Without thinking I jump in the river
Soaking in cold green gunk, my body quivers
I stop to look back and think to myself "wow I'm a fast swimmer!"
Grim laughs pointing his bony finger yelling "look at that SINNER!!"
Then out of nowhere, a beautiful angel drys me off and fly's me to dinner




Copyright © Justin Worthy | Year Posted 2015


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Harboring Hate

Verse 1: Hating can hurt...taking off my shirt 
Fading can make you feel like dirt 
Sometimes, I feel beautiful and high as a kite
Other days, I feel like a cow patty on the ground...you love me despite 
Intimidated...threatened to the extreme
You're the diamond in the cave that I claim with high self-esteem
I dance oh so gaily and sing on the stage, spotlight all agleam 

Pre-chorus: Harboring this shameful fool inside me
I shout out the loathing envious words from my lips precariously 
Reckless and acting ridiculous all the same
Ooh? Here comes the shame that I can't tame 

Chorus: It gets hard, I know
Just go with your flow
Glow on, ocean...pretty tree, come on and grow 
Is this morbid scene over?
Are you with some other?
Am I still your rebellious, vermillion rose?
Do you still have the silly urges to tickle my nose or toes?
I need your sympathy and adoration right now
Sweeten me with your honey...somehow...
I'm Bittersweet Butter to your taste buds...as scrumptious as can be
Cut me into slices to toss into the pan...don't be afraid to fire me up and set me free from captivity
Harboring hate
Loving the debate 
Between chaos and commotion
And peace and emotion, a perplexed ocean 

Verse 2: God knows I've tried
Crazy in love, rumor has it that you're taken!
I didn't like that you lied 
What have you done to me? I'm forsaken!
Baby, I'm everything that you don't have
Baby, you're the best thing you never had
All you do is smile it away and laugh that laugh
Talk that talk like nothing happened between us...now, who's bad?
Bad to the bone...
But oh so alone 
Admired from afar
Zooming off like a car
Freedom is just a block away, around the corner really!
To be honest, let me make my own decisions, for I'm not dumb, but smart strangely!

Pre-chorus 
Chorus

Verse 3: I wish I had a sexy person next to me,
Wiping away the tears I've wept freely 
You have a part of me...most of what I was - a tattered and torn toy
You don't have all of me yet...I'm a heartbroken, bipolar boy 
You're with me or without me, but I don't mind
I'll find someone unlike you or like you, these tears I shed make me blind
Wake me up from the other side of the bed
Drenched in the dread that blankets me like the dirt, caked on the dead
Young love bleeds
Young minds feeds
On wisdom and foolish endeavors and lusts
On feelings and logical reasonings that bursts into thousands of shards...each shard eventually rusts 
Reduced to dust like my high hopes had a while back 
Sidetracked for no reason that's rational, but genuine and sweet just a crack 

Pre-chorus 
Chorus

Verse 4: Photograph of wrath scorches my smudged soul 
The pain of your healing rain left me frozen in place as a whole
Eyes do shine when you are sincerely mine 
Eyes do dim when you're with, you know, him 
You were my yummy cheese and wine 
You were my blissful melody and whim 
Wrap your lips on my own and let our tongues collide
Drag your feet on the slippery floor of shattered dignity and I'm on disdain's ride  
Love mended my heart and stitched it in one piece...please put you and I at perfect ease
Again, you saved me from the dark that's been a nasty little tease
The shadows consume loneliness just like we do in times of trouble 
So entitled to your love from above...walking on our filthy, yet clean rubble 

Pre-chorus 
Chorus 

Verse 5: Not everything is black and white, there are many shades of gray
Not everything is black and white, there are many shades of gray
When I am away and fighting the good fight, 
I'll be putting a stop to harboring hate 
When the day is murdered by the nostalgic night,
Your insults stabbed me like countless swords that won't open the gate 
To everlasting serenity in the near future
Find me a cure and please help me endure...
Jealous...Your heart is innocent and clearly pure 
The pages of us together 
Floats away like a feather 
Lighten up the heavy load 
You are my haven and abode 
You are the road to success in the long run 
Trust me, you should let some sun in...then, let the fun begin, hun 
Happy to say that I'm Held Close...we are friends and foes 
Eyes meet and feet entangle the moment they greet 
I'm passionate poetry and your prideful prose...
Anything goes...how neat! I was trouble from the beginning, but I'm kinda discreet 
Remember me like the month of November 
Or I'll grow cold and frail in the middle of December 
Summertime happiness and wintertime sadness 
They both push and pull at us, but we're on the same rowdy buss, we're making excellent progress!
Not everything is black and white, there are many shades of gray
Not everything is sky and ocean, there are in betweens like wilderness and city...differences and similarities are shared like night and day


Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2015


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Staying Around

This free-verse was inspired by Bad Blood by Taylor Swift and Catch My Breath by Kelly Clarkson

Staying Around

I cried insane in a rush like an aborted infant 
This pain is killing me softly...I can hardly feel your heart's tune 
I have good blood in a gush of an instant 
You're dancing with the shadows of the Flames' heat...you're perfectly on beat, but it haunts me to see you go so soon

We should've fought the battle of cravings long ago
I crave your daydreaming drug...your dainty delight
We are making desire in the fire of our fury passions that are glowing by a single blow
I caved in on you...you snowed under on me...it's a pity that you're gone and now, I'm dealing with this envy 

Take a look into my multi-dimensional glass...the mirror of my past 
What have you done to my heart? I'm breathless...
I worked for your pleasure, but it hurts me to know that I wasn't good enough for you...my stargazing eyes are now downcast 
It's all your fault that I'm the target of the person to blame! I'm losing progress

Solutions can be made after we go through our problematic lives
We are like busy, brilliant bees in our own personal heaven-hell hives 
I'm staying around you from now on...I'm a free-spirited fawn 
Till my High Spirits are all gone like the sunset before the dawn 

This scarlet slit cannot be mended...my happiness has ended and my love haz been hated 
By a single stitch...
Every bit of me has rotted...in utter dread...I was so underrated 
By a sneaky, little snitch...

I'm sorry that I act bitchy all the time, speaking selfish crime 
Maybe, I need to learn to close my mouth 
I learned to shake off the stress from time to time all this wretched time 
Feels good to be good blood from the west, not the east, north or south 
Not that good blood from the west 
Is the best...I don't care if I'm the worstest
I can be a pest, but I can pass the test 
The test that I fail and awfully detest 

Trust turns to dust 
I cussed you out cuz you don't understand my issues of lust
I fuss over the fact that you don't mind me hurting like a pro...you ignored my call and left me on my own
I am not in the same rowdy bus as you and you should know - leave me alone! I'm a weak, delicate bone

You ruined me by slapping me in the face, leaving me with a red trace (blushing in embarrassment) 
You laughed at me and scoffed at me as if I was the living disgrace

You hit me all over the place, an unsolved case 
I'm a torn-up bootlace...a busted rose-pedal-designed vase 
I was just a waste of space all along...I was in the wrong...  
I was just that poet that failed to make a successful song 

Don't rub it in...auras fulfill the eyesight 
The failure I've become again...with my successless might
I live to let live and express,
Not to hopelessly impress...more or less...

Don't laugh at me because I'm doing this for me!!
You're like the stinging sensation of salt on a wound
I'm bound to be with you, blindfolded or not...I see...
You're bringing me down with your descending gravity...that made me feel like the sky when, in reality, I was down here on the filthy ground

Recalled the good times spent with you
I thought of you and the memories of you flood into my mind...
It's fine with me...I don't mind you putting the pressure on me too...
You tore me in shreds of shame that once embraced me; it was a part of me in childhood life... now, it's leaving me in frustrated sadness as time makes us blind...let the time of our lives unwind 

*warning: this part has a word that many would consider "inappropriate"* 

You did things behind my back...I know I have Qualities I lack 
Your jagged knife has evidence of the blood I shed on it 
You clicked with your clique and I'm not wanting you back 
When you call me a faggot, it makes me feel horrible inside...that's offensive to the core - you made me feel like bull's shit, so all you say and do is bullshit 
I came in last place
First place was never meant for me
I am a hamster, trying to take pace
With my heart beats...now, I take a bow and take a seat on my joy glee 

Running on the racing track 
Of the all-seeing-eye symbolism 
I'm in a vulnerable state and in a lot not my own...I'm a lonely magazine on the store rack 
I'm caught captive in the ribcage shaped as a triangle prism 

The eye is watching me
The government is attacking me, I SEE
Hm, I was involved in the research of the illuminati 
I know I've been naughty...I go against it with godly activity 

I thought it all through 
The reasons why I'm blue
Is because I've been missing you 
I caught my breath the moment the scent of death seeped through my nostrils 
I've been paying off all-aspects-of-life bills and I've been popping pills of chills (relaxing)
Time doesn't heal all wounds unfortunately, but God comes to the rescue by giving me the spirit of His Word thrills that enlivens the soul till it kills 

My good blood runs bad
Because I'm bad boy gone good - I have food on the table, not "good in the hood" 
My mind is filled with redundants and opposites that don't attract to be exact...I'm bad to the bone and I'm sadly mad
I'm doing what I should, but still enthusiastic due to this epic writer's block moments...dilemmas drive me to the conclusion that I'm misunderstood

I goofed off way too many times already...I'm still holding on with my writing will - all without a thanks 
Tourniquets don't heal stab wounds, my darling devil...fill in the blasted blanks


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Daddy

Daddy do you remember 
all the times we had together?

When you took me fishin
and you got everything together like we were going on a mission

I would sit in your truck while you blared the song "Bad to the Bone"
without you ive never felt so alone

Daddy do you remember 
all the times we had together?

When you taught me how to ride my first bike
you wouldn't let me give up without a fight

Everytime I would fall 
you wouldn't let me give up at all

You would say to me "don't give up that's not how I taught you
you get back on even if you are all blue"

"And if you shall fall again
pick the bike back up and give it a spin"

"You don't ever give up and quit no matter the fall
you get back on and give it your all"

Daddy do you remember
all the times we had together?


Copyright © Tiffany Rowe | Year Posted 2011


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What You Do to Me

So frightened of what lies ahead
You're my firelight, shining in my feline eyes
You light the road for me to tread 
You're my candlelight, refining the truth from the abominable lies
You burn away my wretched mistakes I've made
The neverending pile of debt and regret you've paid
What you do to me
Makes me happy in every single way, you see? I hope I can make you believe in me, baby...

What you do to me makes me cry so bittersweetly 
What you do to me makes me laugh wholeheartedly
What you do to me hurts my feelings and you have no clue
What you do to me and what you put me through...
Because of what you've done to me,
I've been a fool by your side, can't break free
Trusting you is like telling me to fly without wings of flight 
Stop telling me I'm weak and worthless...you were my delight of light, but now you're the contrite night 

Not everything is black and white, 
You are a million shades of gray  
I treasured you like my favorite kite
Keep me warm inside...not frozen in any way 
Tomorrow brought me out of the dark
Of yesterday's chambers...you're my childhood park
What you do to me 
Makes me feel comforted, leaving no room for dismay and vanity 
You made me wait on you and you expect me to be patient, hun 
I'm irritated because you won't pick me up...I've been in the sweltering sun 

What you do to me makes me cry so bittersweetly 
What you do to me makes me laugh wholeheartedly
What you do to me hurts my feelings and you have no clue
What you do to me and what you put me through...
Because of what you've done to me,
I've been a fool by your side, can't break free
Trusting you is like telling me to fly without wings of flight 
Stop telling me I'm weak and worthless...you were my delight of light, but now you're the contrite night 

You're nowhere to be found
Lost in the crowd of commotion and motion
You're somewhere in the ground 
I have devotion towards you, mixed with emotion
I can take care of myself thank you very much
But you deal with my burdens, pains and such
What you do to me
Is my cup of iced coffee...you are my one and only forever and ever, amen...you set me free from captivity's chaotic reverie  
This can't be happening to me...I will wake up from this dream I'm in
This can't be replaying in my head...the dread you've put me through through thick and thin 
Where have you been?
Where have you been?
In despair...unprepared...
I'm the hare and you're the turtle, beating me to the finish line 
Without a care, so scared...
I'm the ocean and you're the sky, I'm rainy weeping and you're doing sunny fine 

What you do to me makes me cry so bittersweetly 
What you do to me makes me laugh wholeheartedly
What you do to me hurts my feelings and you have no clue
What you do to me and what you put me through...
Because of what you've done to me,
I've been a fool by your side, can't break free
Trusting you is like telling me to fly without wings of flight 
Stop telling me I'm weak and worthless...you were my delight of light, but now you're the contrite night 

I'm like a switch, you can turn me on or off
I'm like a b^#*^, you can piss me off or I can play rough and tough 
Swinging to and fro on the swings of my mood 
You're perfect head to toe and you should know that I'll be good...I'll be good 
Just for you, I'll be good in the hood 
Just like I should...I was bad to the bone,
But now I'm all good, facing the fact that I'm on my own, but not alone 
All along, you have gone away like a temporary song
I was wrong, you were right from the start...I should've held my tongue
But it's what you do to me
It's what you do to me
You get enraged like King Kong...don't hurt me my dear
You fight my battles for me - how can I thank you enough? I grant you good luck!
You get disappointed in me when I do something wrong...that's what I fear
With your might, my problems flee from me -I'm independent and I can carry a large load like a sturdy truck 
What you do to me
I don't know why you serve me smiles when deserve frowns due to my downfalls...all of this is an optimistic obscurity


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Random thoughts

Not caring much for politicks
Having a weird name
Getting bit up for listening of unpopular music
That is my game

If I had a soul
It would be in pain
Someone claiming to be like me
But she was not like me

She would do anything to have friends
Even betray her own soul
 And if things would get difficult she would betray me as well

Don’t really blame her
I’m still her friend
But never truly was her lover
And in truth I never gave a relationship a chance

I take pride in being bad to the bone
Maybe I should not
Or maybe it is just a façade
But still they will tell me it is offense to God

Every man must choose his own path
If reclaiming his soul
Those paths are very blurry
The rain from cloud black as coal

Makes the path hard to walk
Almost random is destiny
And no one seems to be really free 
Or maybe it is a mist of deception past which I cannot see

My brother says there is his way
And there is wrong way
He does not understand that I feel same way 
About getting my own way

Always liked philosophy
But right now my philosophy
Maybe always was or is starting to be
One for all and all for me


Copyright © Patrycjusz Kopec | Year Posted 2015


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I Am Who I Am

they said i had no home,
since i acted  "bad to the bone",
all dressed in black, 
punked back.
Is it a crime,
to like something of mine?
they wanted me to be pretty,
they wanted me to be preppy,
i said I'm not a girly girl,
its just a bore,
to talk all smack,
but never fight back!
i feel so dull,
just talking 'bout this bull


Copyright © Danielle Deason | Year Posted 2013


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The Jukebox

I got off the last crazy train five minutes ago.
now I'm walking up this stairway to heaven with the sweet chil o' mine
that sings a bohemian rhapsody while I'm knocking on heavens door.
Now its late, and hotel california its 35 miles away.
I saw a sing along the road and it read:
Welcome to the jungle "where smells like teen spirit day and night"
Thunderstruck as I walked,I didn't care.
I was bad to the bone.


Copyright © juan onate | Year Posted 2009


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In the Tall Grass of Dreams - James Dean

Rebel without a cause and bad to the bone
In his white tight t-shirt and back pocket comb
Oooh well I think you were one real cool dude...
But of course there was more to you than
That ever did meet the eye and although you've
Been gone a long, long time your legend will
Never die...
Somewhere east of Eden, IN THE TALL GRASS
OF DREAMS, a scene off a movie screen, I can
Hear your laughter in the wind, you wink at me
And then disappear again somewhere east of Eden
IN THE TALL GRASS OF DREAMS, it’s JAMES DEAN
On the cover of another magazine, somewhere
Somewhere east of Eden, IN THE TALL GRASS OF
DREAMS are the scene off a movie screen...
Starring and now showing JAMES DEAN...
Rebel without a cause and bad to the bone
In his red, red jacket and back pocket comb...
I wish I could have met you 'cuz I bet you were one
Real cool dude...
Still though your legacy lingers...
Bad, bad boy JAMES DEAN...
East of Eden...
Somewhere IN THE TALL, TALL GRASS OF DREAMS!


Copyright © Bo Lanier | Year Posted 2015


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No More Hash-tagging

# Inspired by many people who overuse hash-tag for absolutely no reason whatsoever! (#):

# You’re acting like a fool, 
experimenting on every flavored pills!
Hash-tagging is worthless – 
Who gets hash-tagging thrills?
You’re just looking for fame if you use that sign (# so lame)
It does eventually lead to shame without a name!
#’s overrated…seriously annoying as well!
What’s the point of using it? 
Who can tell . . . It’s annoying (# just a bit!)
It’s even worse than someone saying something’s swag
# you’re so RAD! You’re bad to the bone I must add!
But, you can be a useless tool – repairing naught! 
# What? Why are you still using the sign? You’re crazy and cool (# not!)
What’s the purpose of #? 
It’s overused like a filthy, wet rag!  
No more hash-tagging! I don’t wanna hear you brag!
# Your lame and so is your hash-tagging ability!
I hope you know no one cares about your personal life – # it’s not a cup of tea
# Say goodbye to the overrated sign!
Find something else to do than put up statuses with hash-tag in it –
I already heard about you through the grapevine – # you’re a gossiping target – I’m not trying to be rude! Obviously, I’m in a bad mood!
Don’t shut me out or ignore my calls! Hash-tag is okay to use once in a blue moon – # you are still “swag” and legit, so don’t throw your childish fit! Get over it and grow up, dude!
Okay! Maybe hash-tag is overrated in this verse, # but I have no regret! You wanna bet?


Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2014


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D.O.C. Soldiers

We are D.O.C. soldiers down for the cause.
Missouri's convicts and solid outlaws.
The rule that we live by are written in stone.
We are powerful and fearless we are bad to the bone.
We come from these towns all across the way.
Doing our time taking it day by day.
We are solid most blasted with ink.
We don't give a lick what other people think.
All this in time makes us mean ruthless and hard.
It's all a small price to pay to survive on the yard.


Copyright © James Byrd | Year Posted 2007


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'Crowds In the Clouds'

How is it, even in the clouds
I cannot escape the crowds; everyone is so loud
I am not a Rolling Stone;
This cloud I do not own
Nor, am I, thoroughly good
Nor, am I, bad to the bone

Heavy is the head that wears the crown
Have a heavy head;
But I sit in no throne

How is it, even in the clouds
Everyone is so loud?
I cannot escape the crowds
Even in the clouds


Copyright © CW Buxton | Year Posted 2016


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God Is Bad

God is bad. He's bad to the bone. He is the King Of Kings forever sitting on His 
throne. Jesus is always interceding,making intercession for the saints. You know 
the saints that always pray and refuse to faint. God is bad. He's bad to the bone. 
He always loves me. In Him,I'm never alone. So every time I wake up to God 
these words I'll say,thank You Lord for having your way. God is bad. Don't you 
ever get it twisted. If you think it's all about you, guess what ,you really missed it. 
God is bad. He's bad to the bone.


Copyright © James Hayes | Year Posted 2008


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Blameless

Blameless


If you want to be glad then be glad,
If you want to be sad then be sad.
If you want to be altogether happy inside,
Then don’t rely on a man.


We are bad to the bone and bad for your soul,
You should just let go and save yourself.
You are blameless and you should go.
We are the nameless and we only care about ourselves.


If you need to be loved then find love,
If you need to be alone then be alone.
If you want to be altogether a better person,
Then delete his number off your phone.


You are bad at lying and we see right through;
We just let you believe we don’t see what you do.
We allow you to believe we will be here forever,
But we are already looking for the exit and a way to sever,
This chain that binds us together in love,
Because to us there is nothing more important than trust.


If you want to be real then be real,
If you want to be fake then be a fake.
If you don’t want to believe the words that I say,
Then have yourself a nice day.



(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.


Copyright © Aa Harvey | Year Posted 2016


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Hashtag

Hashtag fu-ev-uh alone 
Hashtag forever lonely 
I guess I need a man 
but I won't let that man own me 
Cuz when things get too close 
Too soon before knowing 
The unknown catches up
You'll be lost with the dust
But even then you'll be growing .. Expanding ... Gaining insight from the all knowing 
Grieving cuz nostalgia is the tone 
I guess bad really is good 
So good it's bad to the bone  


Copyright © Cheyenne Moses | Year Posted 2015


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SICK part 3

Soaring like a butterfly and an eagle combined…
No, no I ain’t blind…I don’t mind being left behind
I see the light in your eyes
No lies…no lies…no lies…
With His might and His delight,
I shine like the break of dawn
Runnin’ outta time tonight…
On and on and on, I’m gone…
Drunk off of my delight 
For, everything is black and white
Excellence and brilliance comes with time
Excellence and brilliance comes with time
Surround yourself with music
Listen to it sing to you so therapeutic 
I’m bad to the bone
Take a breath of love
Even when I am all alone
I’m stronger than I realize
I’m not alone
I’m not a failure
I’m sick
I’m epic
Curse me in my face
I’m no disgrace
Thank you with sarcasm rolling on my tongue
Thank you 
Thank you
Thank you
I’m grateful 
Thankful
I’m grateful
To be alive –
SICK, but doing well
Thank you – go to hell
I love you, 
Then I hate you…
I am a mess without you
I am losing progress without you
I adore you
I adore you
I guess I am a sick, little boy
However, I am still wanderin’ round in joy
Praise be to the Lord…
If it wasn’t for Him, I would’ve been dead


Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2016