A life with no pain,
If only it could be true,
That would be the day,
For sure, I felt nothing for you,
The pain was love,
In it’s on dirty form,
Never meant to rust,
Like silver with Time in the sun,
Dried up and bitter,
Disgusted and cruel,
That became our love,
When you made me look like your fool.
Nothing makes me feel complete
Except when a grown man
Just tells me he understands and can relate
While another ran
Because he got that text
I'm sorry I'm late
Now the days are long
The nights are shorter as each one passes
I study life's element
Was he weak
Am I negative but I hold close
He that finds a wife finds a good thing
Obtaining favor in gods eyes
Maybe my baby daddy was not weak
To me ran
Yet still I stand
Tired broken disgusted
Not trusting
Fighting lust
I may never want to find the answer
A man who abandoned their child
Is that a man
Or someone who is just looked upon as WEAK!
I cant carry your bones and my own
But I will because it hurts more to be alone
What you think of me is my view of myself
You design my skeleton not me or anyone else
Now that I no longer carry your bones
I hate myself wherever I go
When I look in the mirror I am haunted by my own skeleton
Disgusted by the bones you depicted that I am forced to live in
You discarded all the parts of my skeleton worth keeping
Now I understand my well being was not what you were seeking
I am now living with a crafted skeleton and chiseled bones
And your words will never leave me alone
Norman’s snowman decided to hit the road
he was disgusted by his current frosty abode
I am leaving tonight at eight, he told Norm and me.
He said he was heading toward Livestock, Tennessee
I heard later that he melted along the way
His parts were scraped off the sixty-seven highway
We had warned him not to go, begged him to stay
Let that be a lesson to you Norm said to his new snowwoman, Kay
They line the streets
In a shanty confined
The cemented floor
A cold refuge
Embracing disgusted busts of energy
Lost in the wilds
A strange world
The Privileged ones…
What can they do
To assuage this continuing distress
About 1.7 billion
Held hostage in
This grueling tunnel
Manifest in varied dimensions
They lack voice
Human dignity violated
Insecure exclusion of individuals
Habituated in marginal environments
Astronomical cost of living
Must be apprehended
Cities and states must be
Built on God’s foundation
Harbingers to this state are:
Scarce basic needs
Unwilling governments
No economic freedom
Weak rule of law
Bureaucratic burdens
Lack of industralisation
Ailing financial services
Contaminated tendencies
WATAMALA
Should I reply now?
It’s not the same.
I’m not the same.
You don’t feel familiar.
You look foreign.
The class was loud, very loud.
Your existence was announced.
You looked new,
but you were old news.
I talked.
You shared.
I talked.
You ignored.
I talked.
You disgusted me.
New year, new me.
New year, new trigger.
The moon gazed at me longer.
Your sparkling shadow appeared.
You talked.
Why.
You talked.
Anger.
You talked.
I answered.
You talked.
And I realized.
You are a fool.
thick dark plaids and worn-out blues
with tools that cut, seal and fuse
measuring tape and nails their best friends
cutting, creating and constructing never ends
My chatting with them has to stop
they get paid hourly says my disgusted pop
but they are so honest and fun to be around
workmen seem to have their boots on the ground
A throat tickling ambience
of chili garlic,
Mung Bean paste
and bottles of oyster sauce.
Clumsily, I knock over a glass jar
of curry powder.
A choking mushroom cloud
erupts.
The lady at the cash register
watches me jump backwards
flapping at the spicy miasma.
She is sixteen going on fifty.
Her disgusted frown speaks volumes.
I apologize, offer to pay -
eyes burning.
What I want now is a cheeseburger,
very mild cheddar,
definitely no mustard,
no sesame seeds, pickles
or onions.
Evangelicals of the Golden Coin
hypocrites in every way
every hour of every day
the slaughter and starvation of children
as long as its not their own
they rise up and sing, the others
they deserve it!
colonizers are always right
the oppressed and poor
simply cobble stones to walk over
singing Christmas carols with eggnog
while bombs fall on little children
I want to throw up, sorry
I am disgusted
as would be little Tiny Tim
Like a lady she is too polite
Amethyst hearted eyes so bright
Deeply beautiful as if divine
Yet will she persevere despite times
Liberals and conservatives fight for
Indigo reasons to rule her shore
Butterflies ballet across her face
Emerald dance of defiance displays
Really disgusted by infighting
Turn to God as cause for uniting
Yet again they are dividing
I used to dream of jumping off that tall railing on our front porch
We stopped the car, and I approached it, smiling
It was less than two feet off the ground
This seemed incredulous
When I was jumping off, I thought it was a mile high
the grass needed mowing
my parents would have never allowed these weeds
it looked like a snake haven
I was sure I might step on one
there was a refrigerator on this porch; did hillbillies live here?
When my parents were alive, they always wanted to come visit.
I was glad they had not.
They would have been disgusted with this place now.
We had kept it tidy and neat.
The screen door made the creaking noise I remembered.
“What do you want?”
A fitting ending to a disappointing day.
Feeling disillusioned with mankind
Disappointed and disgusted
At behaviours l have viewed of late
Leaving me thinking morality is done and dusted
Yesterday, my faith and belief in mankind
Was somewhat restored
By random acts from strangers
Where selflessness, compassion and kindness soared
Your hands echo on my skin
Your voice in my ear
And all I want is for it to be gone
I feel disgusted by you
I feel alone
Can't be washed clean
Healing wasn't easy
I had to rebuild myself
Skin even touched by you
Mind who has learned I'm not to blame
Now I show others
The wait to heal is worth it
No one deserves to feel the why you made me
The wind of time that have changed me
I now show them the real you
Not the broken me know you told them about
Your lies may still be spread
What I know that you put me through and what I have come again
The weight was long but now I'm free
You no longer have a grip on me
Another day,
Another death,
Another tear,
as I take another breath
Steady wondering if I'll be next
So much loss
only memories left
Each time hurts less & less
Disgusted with who I've become
almost out of self respect
Filthy & scarred up
sweat & dirt on my neck
Knowing Ima wind up alone
but what else can I expect
I'm fckng stressed!!!
Arms & hands just fckd
from all the drugs
I continue to inject
Ima fckng reject
I made myself this way
stay tryna disconnect
Got way too many memorial cards
I already had to collect
It's like my mind & soul
are so wrecked
Wish I could js relax & reflect
But my heart objects & stays unchecked
As I steady neglect & infect
my once pure soul
That now has this nonstop decaying hole
Everything feels so.. damn.. cold..
This fckng existence is so damn old
I don't know how to get a hold
And stop this chaotic painful misery
As it rapidly unfolds
Why am I so scared to be alone?
Already lost almost every single soul that was close
..I shoulda known
It was so clearly shown
I js couldnt get it thru my thick fckng dome
That this reality im in
Never was and never could be home
If I see something in the ditch
I have to stop the car
and pull it out
sometimes it’s a toilet, a broken lamp, a desk, part of a chair
I especially have to pull it out
if I do not know what it is
I make a cat’s curiosity seem sporadic
we can find room for this, I tell my husband
he is disgusted
What is it?
Luckily, I am a quick liar
because I often do not know
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