My sisters stroked my girlfriends hair
Saying lovely hair
Then both of them went into
a cupboard under the stairs
Like something a la Burton
Sorry my ex-girlfriend
I am ashamed by my country
Where do you hand in your documents to leave the human race
Glad you enjoyed space
Cause everything is melting
Watch you don’t burn your lips
on the earth
Trump I mean really was there nobody could do a half decent Kermit impression
What do you get if you cross chocolate with children
a visit by Prince
and drew a breath
Those things that monitors speed
Pedo
meter
We need someone to invent hope
as we choke boke
a clicking in my throat
with the stroke
of a note
this I have wrote
A seven-mag earthquake had come in a blink
And look what it done to my bathroom sink
It had broken it all up
So, I found a good cup
And I poured myself a very cold drink
The water had tasted nasty for real...ha
So, I gave it to my ex-girlfriend Sheila
She drank most of it up
Then she handed me the cup
The hell with water, I drank Tequilla
Why Does Great Gods Above, A Trellis Fling
Romance to my quivering lips then took
Knowledge, words from that greatest holy book
Within the sky mountains a deep blue pool
Robin faltered was he indeed a fool
What fragrance the chill wind brought over
Jasmine, white roses and smell of clover
Why does great Gods above a trellis fling
That man in golden dreams demand more things
Earth gentle and mild its huge heart awakes
To mold diamonds and ever greater stakes
What more does cold North, its rhythmic wind sows
As the king hit with Herculean blows
With such force the druids their sharp swords slash
But even fallen angels wanted no cash
Whilst I wake while feeling gentle and mild
And my true heart sang out like a small child.
O' but then lost tapestry had been up high hung.
Artist painted all, even her own fork-tongue.
Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme
Oct 19th, 1977
Note- I composed this and sent a copy of it to my ex-girlfriend, Rachel.
She was a very good artist but we broke up over my talking to my good friend Joan.
Joan was just a good friend, as were her two brothers Larry and Floyd, we never even kissed. I dumped Rachel because she was too jealous.
Age is just a number
Math just made me dumber
I felt my head getting heavier
Every time they put K and G together, the weight
After all there is a difference between growing up and growing old
That's why love is just another house on the street sold
When the buyer, is a woman at a party feeling cold
And the seller happens to have a jacket, he holds
Age is just a number, talk about love, talk about
Math all over, oh, he says let's do romantic algebra
Replace my eX girlfriend without asking Y
And to balance off the uknowns of our relationship
I'll surely try
Age is just a number
A lonely prime number, that seeks closure
In its logically impossible factors its just one
And himself
Age is is just a number
Just as cousin is just a word
And surely no wonder
We find thousands of people getting mad
In love, sometimes its sad
Thats you don't see this challenge
Is over,
And i took over
Today is the day.
The day to put in records.
The day of extrication.
The day of riddance.
My albums are clean.
Swept them before dawn.
My archives are clean.
I reviewed it down.
The photos she left with me.
My ex girlfriend.
All down to ashes.
I set them ablaze.
The rags and tatters.
She left in my wardrobe.
All I set afire.
I watched them turn black.
The chronicle trash she made.
All I want to forget.
I want to take a bath
Back to the market I'm going.
?@ Tha Formidable Cheru.
#themonk.
I once met an interesting fellow from Phoenix
He delighted in practical jokes and playing tricks
His favorite was loudly telling
His ex-girlfriend is proudly selling
Her voluptuous body in pornographic flicks.
Of course, the clever Phoenix guy was telling a lie
Another of his telling weird stories on the fly
The truth, he was always buying
What His ex-girlfriend was trying
To sell him, leaving him broke in Phoenix high and dry.
written June 20, 2021
I’m here I’m there I’m everywhere
But I cannot be seen
I’m the bailiff when your skint
The traffic warden with pencil in hand
The ex-girlfriend with a new man
That cough, that ache
I’m the empty shelf in the supermarket
The que in the doctors surgery
I’m even on your news feed
I’m that bad smell that will not go away
My friends are fear and selfishness
I’m sure you will meet
I’m a Politicians promises
The good news I’m not staying
Its just a flying visit
But I might just come back next year
As covid-20
All my love covid-19
Little did she know, she was never "The girl"
No matter what she does, or what happens.
It was not her, it will not be her.
Those fairy times were just a mirage,
A disguise to cover his scars.
She never stopped getting hurt, how could she?
She gave him his best, still watched him choose someone else and flee.
Maybe she was his best friend but she always craved for more
Maybe he never recognised her love, they stood at a different shore.
What she had for him, he never saw, never even felt.
If only her heart could see, even the icebergs would melt.
She became his respite and he her ocean.
She actually didnt know, if it was a mistake she makes.
But at the end of the day, it was her heart that breaks.
She should move over him, for now is the time.
Her feelings will get slaughtered, there will never be a rhyme.
She did everything she could to get him over his ex-girlfriend.
Little did she show that he was falling for someone else.
Little did she know, she was never "The girl"
No matter what she does, or what happens.
"THE CAN FILLS, THE CAN EMPTIES"
my mentor said:
“everything repeats.”
my mentor said:
“there is always one
woman to save you from
another and as that
woman saves you, she
makes ready to destroy
you.”
I kicked my last whore
to the curb.
an ex-girlfriend from
over a decade ago
messaged me.
there’s been silence
between my ex and I.
the ex that returned
talks to me every mo-
ment she can.
my current ex just
messaged me through
the phone and wrote,
“I hate you!”
the ex from the past
just called me on the
phone and said,
“I love you, I miss
you. I want to see
you already.”
my mentor knew his game.
I drink, I type.
play by play and it’s
beautifully glorious.
By: Chicano Eddie
Do not smoke me
out of your heart
I am still nursing
the septic wounds
"RANDI'S PRIORITY"
I finished a story
I sent it to an ex-girlfriend
she read it and stood silent
then she called me
when I answered it
there was no one on the line
two days passed
not a word
she hadn't commented
she usually does
with anything I send her
utterly bizarre
the phone rang again
the silence was back
I called back this time
someone picked up the line
no sound but breathing
later, Randi reached out
"my boyfriend read the messages
between us and the story you sent.
he tried calling you but hung up.
he's going crazy. don't respond
to interactions after these
messages."
I laughed,
another insecure fool
she sent another message:
"I'll be back like always.
just wait a few days. by the
way, I absolutely loved
your story. I'm reading it
for a second time while he
threatens to take the kids."
By: Chicano Eddie
9-23-2016
Just to make sure that there isn't any confusion,
I feel that I must make this public declaration:
Samara is and always will be My Girl.
My Girl is my term of endearment for Samara,
because she's enhanced so much of my world.
I have had many cherished moments with My Girl
that otherwise would have been spent depressed very deeply,
until that day when Samara and I met at a pub called The Levee.
I was there drinking away all my miseries,
when My Girl Samara appeared out of nowhere and saved me.
My Girl has a way of making even the biggest nobody
feel as if they were truly somebody,
and that's what My Girl did for me.
Samara is NOT my girlfriend, ex girlfriend, wife or ex wife,
My Girl is just plain and simply, sincerely and truthfully,
The Best Friend I Have Ever Had In My Life,
who is currently fighting the fight of her life.
https://www.gofundme.com/yvjnxk
I have a tick on my nose.
As it sucks blood, it grows.
When my ex-girlfriend saw it, it was too much for her.
She screamed at the top of her lungs and ran away in horror.
I can't get a date because of this tick that's the size of a nickel.
I am so lonely for female companionship, I sure am in a pickle.
I've tried to get this tick off but so far I haven't had any luck.
People are avoiding me like a plague, this really does suck.
I broke my nose when I tried to smash it with a brick.
My social life has gone straight to hell because of this tick!
(This is a fictional poem.)
SIDE NOTE: This poem is not dedicated to any boy or whatnot, this poem is dedicated to my brothers ex-girlfriend who is a whore and has been lying to my family for years, so if you ever come across someone by the name of Amye Brown or Amy Elizabeth Brown, she is nothing but a sick whore who will hurt you, so fair warning, do not get involved with her, she is bad news!
But on the actual note, here is the poem, "I Want You To Suffer":
After all these years,
Of loving you,
Taking care of you,
And making you one of our own,
You turned your back on us!
You used us,
And lied to our faces!
You are nothing to us!
You are worthless,
And you always will be.
I hope you suffer in the end,
I hope you realize what you've done,
And let it rest on your conscience.
I hope you feel the pain,
And hurt that you caused us.
I wish you pain,
Deep down,
I will always wish you pain,
Until the day you die.
I will wish you suffering,
Because you deserve it,
Forever...
She wasnt certified by the USDA when she grew on him likes she was a colony of E.coli and he was room-temperature Canadian beef. Then started eating healthy turkey bacon then she started mistaken. When she realized she buried me in the bedroom where I, I can sing you to sleep all night.... And last night she recited every reason. Why she was so contagious when hitting on me by her love spells, got me catching vibe and connecting me by her chemistry, contagious that got me sick of her but dont wanna relieve her like an ex-girlfriend.
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