Imaginations fun and free
From simple things to really fancy
Your mind escapes somewhere new
Like when pigs are flying over you
Wings spread out sharing the sky
With large elephants way up high
An umbrella you will need
It will get messy yes indeed
When it's raining cats and dogs
Look out for the falling "logs"
It's hard to tell or really know
If its hot or frigid cold
A coat or not upon your shoulder
Visiting a hell that might freeze over
You earned a penny and can save
Till you turn over in your grave
A bull causes chaos and drops
All the china in the shops
A chip on your shoulder can be
A way to show your vanity
A baby apples too young to see
He hasn't fallen far from the tree
Only coming out at night
Worms won't be the early birds delight
Behold all around is the beauty
That your eyes can finally see
That's all cliches my mind can bring
It's over, let the fat lady sing.
Why do you walk around with a chip on your shoulder?
How come your demeanor gets cruel and colder?
The worst part is you start to fuss and fight!
Don't you people know that this is not right?
I ask you this question, my sisters and brothers:
When will we ever stop hurting each other?
We are killing adults and abusing little kids!
What are we doing? Aren't we better than this?
There are too many problems in the world today,
And most of us don't take the time to pray.
All I see is jealousy, anger, and rage:
If this continues, you'll be locked up in a cage.
Now listen to the message loud and clear:
This is something we all need to hear.
If you want to get rid of your emotional stress,
Start with yourself and clean up your mess!
Our lives should have been intertwined after the incident May 23rd 2019.
But you lie, and you brush me off like I don’t matter, so you are ingrained in my life and I was just a chip on your shoulder.
Instead of accepting your responsibility as a human you are trying to blame me for your crime.
You changed my life forever, but do not want to accept the consequences of your actions
You could have killed me on the outside, but instead you killed me on the inside.
I will never be who I was before you hurt me, ever again, inside and out.
But you disregard my struggles, pain, and trauma.
And I have to hope that I receive some type of closure for myself if Justice prevails.
This is a poem from me, your mam
When will you accept me for who I am?
I've always treated you well and your sister too
I’ve never played favourites with either of you
I've noticed that as you’ve got older
You have a huge chip on your shoulder
Don't be ashamed of me, you know you are
Just because I don’t have a flash car
My house is a home, no money I owe
Everything’s paid for, no H.P. you know
Respect my partner and respect me too
I’ve never tried to dictate to you
You’ve made your choices and I’ve made mine
It’s been ten years now, surely that’s a sign
That I know what I want, some happiness in my life
After years of misery, filled with remorse and strife
Accept me as I am or don’t accept me at all
But your prejudice for all this time means you’re heading for a fall
You’ll need me in the future and you know that I am right
But whatever you think of me, I know my future is bright
So take off your blinkers and you’ll see it’s true
I deserve to be happy, regardless of your view
just saying what i seeing
baby you need to come up for air
before you despair
i look over at your flesh
you look really a mess
just saying
you should be praying
somebody needs some sun
and fun
just saying
you should be praying
its like you look as pale as a ghost
you're a pariah at most
baby you need to air out
your pout
that chip on your shoulder
needs to smolder
and you need to come to the surface
with a different purpose
baby you moving to the dark side
as you inhabit those four walls and hide
you're insides are dark, outsides are white
paradox i see it day and night
its like your morph'in
but you're rott'in
just saying
someone should be praying
connie pachecho
1/14/17
Hold on my dear,
Don't be afraid my friend.
I'll be okay as I fade away.
You don't have to worry,
You just carry on.
My teacher, my preacher.
It's innate, this feeling, this thing
It will soon be my time
I have no contol of this black hole
It will be worse day by day
growing ever bigger
And ever heavier and ever emptier
This evil, this pain
I'm evil, I'm pain
Sure, Ill be okay, tomorrow and today
Carry your life in your hands
flick away that chip on your shoulder
Who am to tell you what to do, I am not your glue
Feel free to speak the truth
Only after I'm gone
Allow me to play my game, I'm the one to blame.
whats with this
so much you miss
by the way you act
its a fact
there's hate on your rack
so am going to be bolder
tell you the turth
you havea
CHIP ON YOUR SHOULDER