she has converted her grief into silence
inside she is shrieking with rage
her outside is undeniably calm
she was taught to not have emotions
she is an expert at this
others attempt to coax her to share her feelings
she is a bonfire, ready to explode
taught by a midwestern mother, she knows better
emotions are a sign of weakness
they can be used against you
her face conveys no hint of her distress
she grieves alone
feeling discarded and destroyed
thinking about doing away with herself
sharing nothing
I Vote FOR
Charming
Chatbots
To Take
OVER THE
WORLD
Now, Honey.
They Only
Want What's
Good For
Me.
Whatever
That
Is.
That's
Better
Than
This
POOP.
-Gray Squirrel
11-12-2025
"Where from this?",
Laughter mingled with pity,
She was dressed with pretty,
Lipstick applied fervently to a mouth;
Red mouth matching a wild attire,
Her walking shook the whole land,
Eyes and mouths were timed as spam,
She was in a blinking eyeglass,
But knew she was drawing side mass,
Inextricably I will say,"she's good looking",
The hem of her dress was raised slightly when the wind blew,
What was spotted deserves self speculation,
Lips were licked,...body was stimulated after sensation,
From one corner came a scream,
"...thief,...thief...she is a hardened criminal",
Who will speak on her behalf to obtain freedom?
Nothing spared her the chance of doubt,
The pain that was vested into her that day was nominal,
Convinced by her deceptive glib of professionalism,
"I'm an investor",she always say,
With all my heart,I love her liberalism,
After several years of being a prison mate,
Her life is now channeled to spiritualism,
Great time in new testament holding grace!
Converted To Being Perverted
Trump's blood is both vivid and lurid;
Considered someone who is converted;
Could care less,
And life a mess;
Now a manipulator as well as perverted.
James Horn
There was an old sailor who liked to swear.
And his rot-gut rum he was happy to share.
A cleric aimed to make him repent
But saw the sailor as wholly content.
Now the two are buddies bereft of a prayer.
When the words are right
they shall float across the vast
ocean front from day until night
Spoken in a form so unique
it make minds like ocean waves shake into the ground sink
Life poetic until death earthquake this almighty land
differentiate the word form word you never again will witness from a poetic Se7en King stand
Warrior made weapons of words
over love and hate but mainly to make young minds hurt
We flying sky high no limits yet still living like dirt
Mind's blind eye staring thoughtless you living for death believe that's the better of the worst so death living is the one true religion of Words that make you want to Convert!
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