On the last day of the week
you were the first person to ask me
on a movie date
and this was the first time I refrained from hesitation
the first time in a long time I've loaned my bones expose
and as it plays on my unforgivable fidgeting
begins twisting in positions in my seat
trying to lay my head on your chest
without breaking my neck
and I’m sorry I couldn’t just
become comfortable
and I’m sorry it’s about more than
just the movie
and I’m sorry I was more focused
on what I wanted taken
than was capable of giving
and I’m sorry all I can do is sputter off
apologies after you've
long since stopped listening
Categories:
credits, anxiety, feelings, film, heartbreak,
Form: Concrete
Motherhood Credit
Is when you have lack of sexual activity and partners, passion, limited work options, Love, Fake Double imposter and Dating Time, Wear and Tear health and Food, depression, Debt, life experience, being stood up and call weird or to grieve, foot pain and physical pain, period pains, broken promises, baby daddy walkouts, never get the ring, from being a mom for the 1983's only (for the one that define the word ) for lifetime credit and sure be compensate for finances, healthcare, Fashion and dreams and goals in life etc.
This is for Sheena A Moore
My Motherhood credit never got the chance to experience any of my single life but still feel robbed in life.
Categories:
credits, baby, beautiful, bible, blessing,
Form: Bio
Roll the credits on what's-his-name,
walks like Eastwood, talks just like Wayne,
saddled up on his trusted steed,
pistol packing, sure he'll succeed,
stealing the sunset, final frame.
Red carpet ready, for acclaim,
didn't notice the spotlights change,
when he signed up, to take the lead.
Roll the credits.
Movie critics called it a shame,
a bad luck draw, no-one to blame,
for the box-office franchise creed,
but paying punters have agreed,
spiralised westerns aren't the same.
Roll the credits.
Categories:
credits, film, western,
Form: Rondeau
To get to this degree
I worked harder don’t you agree
Young enthusiastic and free
Ill surely blossom on the family tree
The motto is keep moving forward
So don’t surround yourself with a coward
At the moment I have no comment
About my opponent
I rather ignore them and be prominent
Categories:
credits, anniversary, art, baby, best
Form: I do not know?
Ambient light flickers in the recesses of oblivion
final chatter came and went
credits rolled or that's what I'm told
not knowing what mattered
heaven or hell who's to tell
in a slanted slope of twisted truths
Stunned in silent rewind
pressing buttons to postulate photo shopped grounds
ever changing in shadowed sound
the beast suffocating the free
safely the shepherd howls
Cornered on a cliff with eyes closed
grasping at hay
entitled to untie the boots of ancestral grey
matter of facts don't lie
amongst heroes in the sky
Awake from that celestial dream
where love was never seen
and into open arms backwards lean
trusting of others this inevitable fate
Categories:
credits, freedom, history,
Form: Free verse
you rode off into the sunset
like all the cowboys do
you didn't take the girl
swinging her up behind you
the clock is sticking twelve
and Cinderella lost her shoe
and what you leave behind
may someday make you blue
from the very start
you looked for the happy ending
days of many false starts
that seemed like a beginning
every love you had
it seemed like you were winning
but it never happened that way
your wheels were constantly spinning
you came here offering nothing
and with it you are leaving
the first and last don't matter
it's what happens in between
you can right the lyrics
and the music that I sing
it all seems like a movie
roll the credits on the dark screen
Categories:
credits, lost love
Form: Monorhyme
I am born in this world, but I know not why;
Yet is a plan of mystery, a project in the mind of God.
He is holy and I ought to be holy,
I am His property, and He's my Eternal Designer,
He hath made me in His Image, and I ought to reflect His,
He hath made the world for me, and I ought to live for Him,
He's the ONE dwelt awhile on earth in flesh,
And I ought to know this mystery in which my credits lie.
His plan of redemption is the grand project,
And my life for Him ought to be my credits.
But where do I stand with my'credits'?
I have no virtues on my part as engulfed in desires,
I dream on earthly 'values' gripped in fear,
I lay projects on my own; but crumpled in debits.
I reap failures with my self-styled ideosyncracies,
For I deny the Truth of the Eternal Engineer.
How can I earn credits if I incline myself to myself,
And forget the statutes of the Maker of the Life Project?
My pains will turn joy if I add my projects to my credits,
My failures will turn success if I do my projects without debits.
What if my projects are done in selfish motive?
So, here lies the way to escape debits without Self, but with HIM.
Categories:
credits, mysterylife,
Form: Free verse
It's like trying to pick a lock with a wet hair
something so close yet so far away
you had it and now it's lost forever
no wonder why nothing is ever real.
I want a love that's memorized the credits
he knows the silence before a kiss
he has the scenes verbatim in his mind.
and when I leave he only wants more.
How can you find the words before they're written
like trying to memorize a song you've never heard
never caught your eye until too late
now you settle being alone for a moment passed.
I want a love that's memorized the credits
he knows the silence before a kiss
he has the scenes verbatim in his mind
and when I leave he only wants more.
Categories:
credits, love, kiss, love,
Form: Ballad