Best Go Through With It Poems
Forbidden fruit is sweetest, or that’s what they all say
So I thought I’d give it a try and went for some today
I didn’t know just what to choose something firm and hard or what
So I thought I’d take a sample of everything they’d got.
There was some really hard ones, some were ripe and very sweet
But I chose one in the middle and it looked good enough to eat
I caressed it very gently and waited for it to please
I nearly didn’t go through with it, I was really gonna tease.
My taste buds are not set for sweet they prefer something more savoury
But no I stuck to my guns but I want no awards for bravery
I took one that looked just right, its rich colour tempted me to bite
But have you ever bitten a persimmon, that isn’t really ripe?
It sucks the moisture out of your mouth and covers you teeth in wool
Believe me you just try it; I am not giving you any bull.
Now for those that thought the fruit, would be some other man
Maybe that’s on my ‘to do’ list, before I kick the can……….LOL
Shame on you all, for all your naughty thoughts
Especially for those of you, that can’t keep it in their shorts
To all those that do struggle, to keep the forbidden fruit at bay
Just remember the persimmon and you will never rue the day.
© ~GG~ 4/12/2012
I followed your every footsteps,
for awhile now.
It's leading me to the same spot,
that it left you, Marcus.
You were my role model,
my leader from the start.
My best friend from the day
that we met in the park.
I was your follower,
you never complained.
You were my leader
all just the same.
But now, I'm starting
to realize.
That all through these years,
I've been following the wrong guy.
Physically, no
I've purposely been following you.
But your starting to do things
that I don't want to do.
I am now the leader
and you are following me.
This is not
how it was meant to be.
Asking you to stop,
you always refuse.
You say you won't give up
until you have to move.
We both know very well,
that you will never move.
It's a family tradition
in where you can not move.
I will have to wait
until I can move.
For I am still to young
and my 'family' chooses not to.
I now have to make a choice,
a huge one on my part.
It's starting to dawn on me
that you like me.
I know very well
that you don't break promises.
Yet, you promised me
that you like me.
The real promise
is pretty harmful.
I can't let you
go through with it.
You said that if I
don't believe you like me,
you'll commit suicide.
There's one problem with that.
I have dysthymia.
Incase you don't know
what that is.
It's pretty much low self-esteem
and cutting yourself.
I can't believe people
when they say they like me.
No matter what they do,
I just can't, my mind won't allow it.
So this may be
the end, I really hope not though.
Please don't be serious,
Marcus.
-Yes, this actually happened today (October 20, 2013). I feel really bad that I can't help him. But, I really do have dysthymia and major depression. I have thought about suicide myself, and came pretty close. But I don't want it to happen to anyone else. Especially not Marcus. Thanks..!-
I was going to jump on the bed at midnight
While she slept to wish her a happy birthday.
But she looked so asleep and it was so quiet.
I did it anyway because it's funnier to go through with it.
It's not like I'm throwing a nerf ball at her head.
So I get my knees on the bed and hop up-and-down
And "whisper-yell," "happy birthday happy birthday."
And she's not upset, in fact, she's giggling.
And she whispers to me that she loves me.
I whisper to her that I love her, too.
And I leave the room with the bed
I just jumped and sang on.
And I'm 32.
I mean it's not like I fell off the bed
While jumping and hurt my head.
And made an owie.
I'm not 5.
I don't see how people can go through it.
I mean it makes me want to vomit.
The person has to have another choice.
The only thing she hears is her own voice.
She doesn't know if she can give it up.
Its something that matters like a little pup.
If I go through with it, I don't know what I'm going to do.
Now its a part of me, this decision won't even affect you.
She has gotten use to it, she doesn't want to give it away.
Do you know how I feel, do you even realize the price I have to pay?
My emotions are everywhere, being pregnant is playing with my hormones.
I'm sorry for yelling and screaming, talking to you in those awful tones.
But we better go to the clinic and get this over with and done.
Giving this up is going to be so hard, were almost one.
Hold on honey, there has to be something, a different we can try.
I think I have an idea, and with this we won't even have to say goodbye.
I mean why go to the clinic and pay $500 dollars, that's dumb.
Lets just go downtown and give $20 to some random bum.
I'll have him punch you in the baby maker.
Don't worry sweetheart, we'll find a taker.
Finally we found a solution to our problem honey.
Now we don't have to go spend all that money.
***For Natalie Fikkema's contest, “Burlesque Twist”****
Not a 100% sure this is the “twist” you were looking for.
Each poem I birth
Is a child of my heart
Flesh of my flesh
Bone of my bone
Word of my soul
Conveyor of my emotions
Each one is unique
Different….
One is always happy
And sees the bright side of life
The eternal optimist
With not a care in the world
With a song on her lips
She traipses about and everywhere she goes
Flowers bloom
And the sun peeks out
To welcome her
The other is intimately acquainted
With her mother’s world
Of suffocating despair
She sees the tear behind the smile
The insecurity behind the laugh
Her loneliness
This child of my is consumed by worry
That Mama may go through with it this time
And no longer be there to love her
She quietly watches
Her daily fight for survival
For escape
From the demons that haunt her life
And so…she bears her sorrow
Trying to be strong for MAMA
Her tears she hides as she cries in the closet
Knowing its Mama’s tears in her eyes
And Mama’s pain in her heart
I love this child of mine, for she sees what no one else sees
One of my children was conceived in frenzied passion
And she is its embodiment
She devours life
Her passion relishes
Life
Love
Nature
Friends
She is intense to the point of insanity
Those who know her are electrified by her presence
For she is….
Always endearing
Always charming
Always in love
Always flirting...teasing...pleasing
Always passionate….to the point of losing herself
In the moment
My little one….ah, my little one is a romantic dreamer
Her eyes never focus on the here and now
She perches on the windowsill
Seeing her castle in the distance
Waiting for her knight in shining army
To sweep her away on his gallant steed
With flowing mane
And thundering hoofs
Matching the thundering beat of her heart
She waits to be whisked to
A forever land of dreams
Of flowers and sunshine
Of birds chirping by streams
And love better than in the world she’s seen
Oh, but my eldest
How my heart bleeds
For my child of wrath
Born of my affair with Zeus
Sending out thunderbolts
Livid by injustice
Seething with anger
At all that is inhumane
Welding his sword
Eager for revenge
For retribution
I fear for this my child
Who often is about to draw blood
In mortal combat with the enemy
Ever at the point of death...
(End of Part I)
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Gonna do the smart thing
And play stupid
Gonna outwit that fat little boy
Named cupid
Tired of meddling
With the Rubik's cube of love
Sometime you gotta say screw it
Live life
Live through the pain
Go through with it
Stay true to it
So do the smart thing and play stupid.....
At least with love
On my knees
Begging for more of her drugs
More of her hugs
I don't need anymore of her love just lust
What time is it
I can't be too late
but I'm not too sure I can go through with it
My hands are shaking
and I'm a walking sweat machine
I'm so nervous
I can't hide it
it's written on my face
yet I can't wait till the right moment
when the right moment is now
yet I can't wait till faith in myself reawakens
I can only hope faith starts flooding in
when I start walking across the hall
I have said courage is all I have to my name
but courage is unknown waters to me
and I am in a boat without a paddle to help guide me
To say, to say I can get through this un-afraid
well I'd be lying
but I have to try, I have to try
even if I have to use my arm as an oar
I say I'm a bore
but I can't lose this moment
can't lose this chance
don't tell me the time
I don't need to keep it in mind
that I only have this once chance...
"Violent Acts of Rage"
Written by: Rodney Riggins
Power within to demolish what's
in front of you tearing away what's
been inside you for years. The beast is
alive because your soul has died
and your hatred takes control of you.
Killing is so easy America display
it for action and you wonder why
there's murder while others do it
for satisfaction.
Some may have been beaten on
molested or bullied some may
have wanted to be violent but
didn't understand it fully. What's to
understand when your pissed you
want others to feel your pain some
use drugs to go through with it
they use this as the blame.
Me myself have Violent Acts of Rage
I'm no different than real killers
I just sympathize what they go through
to them it's easy to pull the trigger.
I blame no one for my thoughts
because they are mine I create many
obstacles before me it's just only
a matter of time.
Anger creates chaos murder is
death we all have thought of
violence but haven't reached
that step. It's easy to raise hell
and say what your going do action
speaks louder than words when it's
your turn what will you do?
So it looks like you messed up again,
Thought I would sit around and wait.
Have you already forgotten what I said,
You don’t decide for me, I make my own fate.
You didn't think I would go through with it,
Ok I'll admit it hasn’t been easy.
Did you think I would never move on,
I'm done with games they are just sleazy.
Why when I tell you I have moved on,
You call repeatedly crying saying your feeling blue.
Sorry you had four years to figure it out,
Now you wont be having this cake and eating it too.
After everything we have been through,
How is this what brings you to tears.
I'm not sorry for moving on with my life,
And you'll never cry as much as I have over the years.
Sure that connection we have will never fade,
We know exactly what each other wants and needs.
But I will find that and grow with another,
I have already began to plant those seeds.
After everything you have did to us,
I still do wish you happiness and joy.
But you should have thought this through before,
If you don’t love her then with her heart you shouldn't toy.
I can't help but to sometimes think of you,
We had a lot of great days and nights, simple memories to fade.
That passion we may never find with another,
But I cant always be blamed as the reason why she is so jade.
I don’t know if we will ever pick up where we left off,
Guess it just depends where our lives take us to.
All I know is I cant wait around for you to decide what you want,
Just remember you chose your own path as to why you are so blue.
Form:
I am He, as He is Me
As I was falling in love with you,
Your heart began to break.
Such disappointment in your eyes;
As I allowed you my heart to take.
Now forever entwined with you inside,
I stay in pain, to ease your strife.
For life it seems, looks down on me
And laughs, not smiles; this is my purgatory.
Punishment, for being so bloody stupid!
Why the Hell, couldn’t I just go through with it?
Instead of just running away with misery…
I live a life of regrets; it is all I am left with.
For years now, I’ve wasted my time;
When all along, I had already met my Wife.
We just didn’t know it, until we touched
And now that night shall be remembered forever by each of us.
I couldn’t believe how good we could become;
But now it feels like we have always been in love.
This is for you, you beautiful lady:
I am in love with you…
Head spinning, loco, loon;
Crazy, e-love for only you.
You know of my love for Her;
It is minute compared to the love I will always feel for you.
For I knew with Her it would never work;
But with you I knew it couldn’t work,
Because back then I was a jerk.
Now I hope after all this time,
You too still feel the same.
Because I see your soul in your eyes
And your eyes speak of someone who has already loved…
Only to be shown loves grave.
But you are my angel;
You simply make all my problems and my history go away.
Imagine your brain has just been born
And it can believe me with no cynicism.
I look deep into your eyes and you naturally smile,
As I speak to you the words of ‘Within’.
I flied! I flied! No, you falled.
She loves me! She loves me! No, she isn’t interested at all.
I am in love with You!!!
I love You, yes I do!!!
Yep, yep, yep.
Me and You.
All I ask for, is for you to truly believe me, when I tell you…
Goo, goo, ga, choo!
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
I had decided to go through with it
and this time it was serious
not just another
melodramatic episode
brought on by events
that were beyond
my control
this was the real thing
a calm calculated decision
I had taken care of outstanding debts
paid up bills, ran errands
mowed the lawn
and fixed a leaking tap
words are subject to interpretation
and could never adequately express
what I really wanted to say
so I didn't leave a note
I locked myself in the garage
stuck a length of hose up the exhaust
got in and closed the door
I sat there chocking on fumes
when suddenly the car conked out
looking at the instrumentation panel
I couldn't believe my eyes
out of all the stupid mistakes I'd made
this was surely the best
sitting there like a complete idiot
holding onto the steering wheel
would you believe
I'd ran out of gas
* penned by
Scarecrow Joe
Terror...terror from a loud crash, a loud crash through the door
the door no one thought would creak open tonight
Fueled by rage, by drugs, by frustration
mixed in with repetitive loneliness to where it's gotten sickening
And there, laying helpless
and there, laying peacefully; peacefully in slumber
the beautiful seed, the precious cargo
the easiest prey of the desperate father bearing a twisted mind
deprived of desire complete with a blurry conscious
unsure of what's right and wrong
The blasphemy sounding off the migraine in his head
is his former self faintly shouting, screaming
'Don't do it! ! ! ! What are you thinking?
This, your precious eight year old daughter, is your miracle
Did you quickly forget half your life was spent
having dinner with countless stars
craving a daughter so fully alive
Are you willing to put all of it on the line
to defile, deflower, destroy her forever
Don't go through with it please...please...'
but the simple please are brushed away like buzzing flies
The thrill of substance abuse wins once again
Terror...the stench of fear
the stench of innocence forsaken repugnant
overpowered, struggling to fight and keep the purity intact
Purity, the symbolism of an untouched soul, pure white
now cold as stone; confused, tainted, soiled
smelling of torture, smoke, alcohol; curled up in a small ball
wrapped in bloody blankets, sobbing uncontrollably
softly, gently, fiercely wondering
'Why...why...how could this happen...happen to me...'
I'm standing over the edge
taking my last breath...before I retreat
back to safety, back to uncertainty
Why am I hesitant, scared
I said it, believed it, punctuated it
decided to go through with it
yet...I'm still here
Why am I still alive...
at the top of my lungs I shout
"WHY AM I STILL ALIVE?!"
Everyday I'm suffering, choking on apathy
suffocating on insults and failed plans
losing parts of me never to get back
The longer I remain here, the longer pain wins
but what else can I do when no relief can become of this
what can be done when tactics prove futile
and it proves easier to implode
So teeter over the edge I must
debating to take the fall
so I spin around and slip back
just to end it all
asking for my guardian angel
to not even break my...
though it's my own hand through closed eyes
that grabs another in protest...
...why am I still alive...
The answer to my own question...
I don't want to die...
I am going to put it this way; I am so utterly in love with you.
In such a short time, I've fallen head over heals for you,
and it really shows. Friends and family take one look at me
and see that this incredible guy has made me happy... more happy
then I have ever been in years.
Honestly, if we had never met, I'd still be Miss. Anti-Social and
shutting everyone out of my life. By giving me a chance and showing me
how much you truely care for me, has helped me learn to open up not only to
my family, but more importantly, myself.
I'm sure you've heard it all before, "I've never felt so amazing before, your the best!" but I
call bull-crap on those people. You've been screwed one too many times over, and I'm
not like that. Because I was so anti-social, no one wanted to try talking to me,
because I'd "close the door" on them, therefore, they'd give up on me.
I'm compelling myself from tearing up while writing all this down, which is why I'm
having you read this rather than me reading it to you.
Dear, if you were lying on your death bed, I'd be there with you every step of the way.
Through all the pain and suffering, no matter what, I'm by your side when you need me.
Even if you told me to go away in your meanest voice, I'd refuse and grab your hand and
stay, because I know I'd want you to do the same for me.
I adore everything about you. There is no way in hell I could get sick of you, you make me
feel whole.
You are so amazing and I don't give a damn if you don't agree, because you mean
absolutely everything to me. I'm scared for you to see me in worst conditions, but if it means
being around you and feeling safe and like nothing else matters, then I'd go through with it.
I won't ever give up on you if you don't give up on me.
I could go on forever writing about how much you mean to me and how much I truely love
you, but I'll continue some other time.
Lets face it... I love you!
When in response to his suggestions I let him know I would not become involved in proostitution in any way and told him I intended to leave,He beat me and the constant mental abuse began.I literally became a prisoner, I was not allowed out of his sight, not even to use the bathroom, where he watched me through a hole in the door. He slept on top of me at night, he listened to my telephone calls with a .45 automatic eight shot pointed at me. I suffered mental abuse each and every day thereafter. He undermined my ties with other people and forced me to marry him on advice from his lawyer. My initiation into proostitution was a gang rape by five men, arranged by him. It was the turning point in my life. He threatened to shoot me with the pistol if I didn't go through with it. I had never experienced anaal sax before and it ripped me apart. They treated me like and picking me up and moving me here and there. They spread my legs this way and that, shoving their things at me and into me, they were playing musical chairs with parts of my body. I have never been so frightened and disgraced and humiliated in my life. I felt like garbage. I engaged in sax acts against my will to avoid being killed.The lives of my family were threatened.
Note.1.Drink.2.Drugs.3.SUPARI KILLER INJECTION.