Best Like A Broken Record Poems

Yesterday,

I went home for lunch,

I never go home for lunch.

When I got to our apartment 
I don't know why but I didn't reach for my key. 

Francine was at work and I always leave last in the morning. 
I was sure I had locked the door but I...

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Such a wonderful stage of maturing,
   that every parent goes though enduring.

Terrible two’s is the name of this phase,
   makes parents pull their hair in amaze.

You end up sounding like a broken record,
   as you repeat yourself you feel...

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Yesterday I went home for lunch
I never go home for lunch

When I got to our apartment I don't know why
 but I didn't reach for my key 

 I was sure I had locked the door but I didn't reach for my key
I reached for...

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Blazing sun stuns my eyes, sunglasses offer no respite.
Clammy hands tremble, as the steering wheel begins vibrating.
Arsenic heat suffocates, wrapping its hands around my neck.
Parched lips beg to hydrate, 
but 'Jeptha Creed' increases the intensity.
Thunder rumbles through my body,
as lightning strikes in 'desert storm' flashbacks...

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I can feel the slow sleep sitting
In a window made for slitting
Lullabys that have no morals
Tales of lies that seem so formal

Snow flakes falling on the glass wall
Melt before they can live at all.
Toxic waves of rude depression
Desperate days, & unjust opression

Is this pain? That...

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Summertime is here
And I can already hear the birds singing
The bees buzzing
Travelling from one flower to another
Sucking the nectar they need for their honey
Or rather, our honey
Once we invade their home and take what is theirs
 
The sun is out to bake my already burnt...

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Maybe this day won’t be so bad after all…  

Another rainy morning spent staring through
a wiper smeared windshield hoping to
make the next light, no such luck
When that song, our song or what used to be our song,
sneaks in through these worn out speakers…again
and I...

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Gory video games are playing on the television screen…everyone watches excitedly without a flinch of fear…where’s peace when I need it? Where’s love when I want it? Where’s their sanity? Is it replaced with vanity and catastrophe? 
Oh, I find it peculiar and ludicrous to...

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Thumbs wiggling on east wing, backstage
lines skipped like a broken record
with trails of script on hand, sweat poured,
pale rose-in-waiting was I on moist page

Theater brimmed as crowds filled seats, agaped 
bright spotlights roamed, my eyes rehearsed the words;
thumbs wiggling on east wing, backstage
lines skipped like...

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Love could be pure beauty... Love could be a temporary high with an awful hangover...I can't deny that I loved you to the extreme - that changed so suddenly 
Opting out on love affairs, I don't need another heart break...I don't wanna damage my self-esteem...

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Love Lust and 
a broken heart

Robot feelings
and missing parts

rotten insides 
and bloodstained art

we stand together but
we're worlds apart

Divided by the sun and moon
high on sadness 
lost in gloom
toxic energy immune
baby growing in a poisoned womb
we play each other like a hollow tune
and feed on emptiness...

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Just like the tumble weed that rolls across the empty desert floor…unsettled was her 
ability to love compassionately and just like the winds that blew during a ragging storm at sea…unsettled was her heart in its ability to believe in a real love that could...

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Not your last name, not even your age,
You set the scene, I cleared the stage,
And you did give the act of a lifetime,
Twisting matters of the heart, and of the mind,

Telling me lies, never the truth,
Taking advantage of my youth,
How had I been so naive,
To...

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He handed out his love
Like it was an object 
In gift-wrapped boxes
With gift receipts taped on
After few times use
They went to the store
They got a full refund
He never got back
What he freely gave

I’m still young
He thought
I’m just enjoying life
He thought
I really care about those women
He...

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… as I child I heard these words by Immanuel Kant from my late Dad

over and over again …’you must act in a way that if everybody did it

your thinking and deeds could be the foundations of a Universal Law’


he was not much of a...

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