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This poem / song is inspired by the many famous people out there, particularly in the entertainment industry, who sell their souls to get ahead in their business. Oftentimes, they lose their way and never recover.
You sold your soul
By Michelle Morris
05/07/2020
You sold your soul
For fame and shiny toys;
Wanted all that was shallow,
Including no good boys.
You never counted the cost,
Until it was too late;
You were empty inside,
From that too open gate...
Of letting the bad influences in,
Just to get you through;
Selling your soul is easy,
When you think you
Have nothing to lose.
Too many parties,
The faces a blur;
Drugs and alcohol
Kept your body impure...
Add to that the loveless
Couplings in the back of your limo,
And your aura started to lose
All of its shimmer.
The X factor that made you
Shine like a star
Soon faded to a
Nothing murmur.
And that life that you
Sold your soul for,
No longer remained -
They moved on to someone else,
Without any shame.
© Michelle Morris, 2020
Beautiful Disaster
There she is
Silhouette in the night
Lights glimmer, as fame simmers
She is all of my desires
She is all of my fires
Here I am wet
Flooded with pain
There she is dry
As a desert rain
Her beauty rouge bleeding into my soul
I wash my hands
I wash my meaningless life
Of sins and woes
Alcohol in the sails
As I fade to seas far away
She at my feet
Singing her lovers lullaby
Me in the wind
Of sadness’s despair
The air soon to confess a sin
All my life, no lover in the morning bed
No future for a chance to wed
There she is now so devoted
Yet here we both are so bloated
Throats cut and floating
On a rivers dream
Wasted man in a wasted land
He got no hope of survival
Cos his country is highjacked
By corrupt leaders
Who never care about the benefits
Of their people
But their own selfish interest
He got no job
So each moment he is always
On alcohol
Drinking away his pains sorrows and agony
There is no future for him in a wasted land
Destroyed and devalued
by his greedy leaders
So he never mind with alcohol to get wasted
Wasted man in a wasted land
So many men are similar to wasted men
They got no means of survival
It too difficult to survive
Under a tough and hard core leaders
That really don't look after the common man
They allow them to waste with out care
Or support
And they create desperate
wasted men like the
Wasted man in the wasted land
12/12/19
"Struggling"
I've been struggling
Doing things that are puzzling
It's rather troubling
How much liquor I've been guzzling
Shiiiit
I admit
I'm not proud at all
I got a problem with alcohol
It'll be my downfall
If I don't fix it
Instead of always getting twisted
On my end, there's been a lot of resistance
It's been hard, and I know that I'll miss it
But I want to follow through on my wishes
And get after serious riches
All the while, taking care of business
With god as my witness
Up until the very last minutes
And at the finish
I don't need anybody's forgiveness
Just got to make the best of my existence
Another relapse, because I always got to get my fixes
On the walls upside down triple sixes
Pictures of provocative b**** es
Blowing kisses
And a tank with fishes
As well as a few glow in the dark crucifixes
Life's tough, yet sometimes it isn't
Good riddance
Once again I've done did it
I'm starting to get suspicious
Of much more than the superstitious
I've been ambitious
Yet still oh so vicious
Sorry, can't relate, I'm not very religious
And that's just one difference
Use to be a jock and a nerd
Nowadays I burn so much herb
I've been feeling disturbed
Because there's been so much I learned
Yet the problems always return
When you're at your lowest or feeling superb
On my back the weight of an anvil
Been trying to leave it at the landfill
But keep ending up at a standstill
Damn girl,
You really gave me feelings of ecstasy
Turns out it wasn't always meant to be
You'd best believe
Working my ass off, to barely earn ends meet
Only to struggle on through the next week
Makes me feel like a ****ing dead beat
Life continues testing me
Getting the best of me, but I can't let it be
I'm ready to achieve
An outcome that turns out successfully
Living rather recklessly
Been at odds and making some enemies
Doing things that'll shorten longevity
And life expectancy
Having strange tendencies
And certain dependencies
Which could very well be the death of me
Homeless, destitute with nothing more then a backpack and cigarettes
down the rabbit hole she went, no linen tablecloths just stricken wood,
in a house of ill repute;.
She could not refuse the hunkering of a horny man who lived by threats
so she counted her bills and tucked them in her brassiere with a tear
She cringed when glass smashed and grinded her teeth when she was cold
it was a bordello made surreal by alcohol mellowed Johns who were so old
A bawdy crib, (bagnio del innocente) bath for the innocent...
a knocking shop that foiled the linen and gave shiners to young girls,
no one cared
in this disorderly place, where the stew was watered down with whiskey float
Then came the raid that brought everything to a halt,
in a gestalt moment she found freedom, perhaps her prayers were answered?
Down to the river she went for a bath and a rest,
it was then that she remembered her first time, it was incest *
The wild caged bird had no other place to hide but in this fortress
she slept for days on the grass beside a great big boulder, ,
all the wild animals in the forest thought she was a Princess.
They let her sleep, and fed her pine nuts from the trees. Until this day,
Gianna never mentioned the brothel to anyone, no even herself.
Feb. 20, 2021
I’ve made a few mistakes in my life. I can say that with aplomb
I wore a blue brocade tux with a top hat and cane to my junior/senior prom.
I once let a beautician curl my hair...now that was really astute!
I thought a curly head of hair would do wonders for my new blue leisure suit.
She said a perm would make my baldness seem fuller and my love life it would prolong.
When it was over it took but one look in the mirror to know that she was wrong.
My hair looked like a rebellious Brillo pad and I’m not being indiscreet
when I say the only female attracted to me was a French Poodle down the street!
In college while out drinking with friends I pretty much sealed my fate
when I cozied up to a pretty cheerleader and asked her for a date.
Was it the alcohol or was it love that made me forget I’d have to contend
With her boyfriend…sitting next to her…
was he the quarterback or a tight end?
I don’t remember, but I know my distilled confidence made me feel bold and brave and brash.
What happened next is a bit of a blur...
I woke up face down in the trash.
The point here is we all make mistakes
they await us around every turn.
We shouldn’t be afraid to make them
because from them we’ve so much to learn.
Without mistakes we wouldn’t have the chocolate chip cookies so many of us crave.
The slinky would have never been invented...
no post it notes or microwaves.
There would be no penicillin,
no fireworks would ever be seen.
Without mistakes we’d see a straight tower in Pisa
and miss that beautiful lean.
We will try and fail many times in our life,
sometimes we’ll crash...
sometimes we’ll fly
but the biggest mistake we will ever make...
is when we fail to even try.
True I didn’t get a date with the cheerleader
but I still remember to this day
Her smile and that wink she gave me
as her huge boyfriend dragged me away.
I remember that moment with fondness...
I know as a couple we would have been cute.
She, the beautiful cheerleader,
and me in my blue leisure suit.
My old dysfunctional friend
Knocked on the door again.
I keep telling him I’m not interested.
But he is very persistent.
The liquid he is pushing.
I find repulsive.
But can’t stop looking.
Like a train wreck.
I am.
Sad.
I try to walk away.
My legs walking through sludge.
My life, my heart, my spirit.
Spirited away again.
To a place I recognize but hate.
How does he romance me?
I find myself again hungover.
Oh God please let me off this nightmare roller coaster.
And every time I say I won’t.
I find myself sailing away willingly happily.
In the same mean, hurtful, and treacherous boat.
I wanted our ending
to fall gently—
like the last leaf of autumn
that lets go without bitterness.
I never wanted storms between us,
no bad karma
following the memory of your name.
Just peace…
and the quiet understanding
that once, for a moment,
we tried.
Because I did like you.
More than that—
I cared for you in ways
I never hid.
There was a time
when I stood at the edge of loving you,
looking out at the possibility
of something deeper,
something real.
I was willing to walk that road.
But some paths
are filled with signs
we try too hard not to read.
The lies that arrived
dressed as small truths.
The nights where alcohol
spoke louder than honesty.
The petty storms
that came from nowhere
and left cracks in the ground
we were trying to build on.
I tried to look past them.
I really did.
But some things
don’t just happen once—
they begin to feel like character,
like pieces of a person
not yet ready to grow.
And growth…
real growth
takes time.
For us to reach something healthy,
it would have taken
a sudden change of seasons.
And I don't think
you were there yet.
Still,
don’t ever think
my feelings weren’t real.
Because they were.
I liked you.
I cared about you.
And somewhere along the way
a quiet part of my heart
began to love you.
But love
cannot breathe
when trust keeps suffocating.
I could never shake the feeling
that other conversations
lived in the shadows
while honesty stood outside the door
waiting to be let in.
And when doubt becomes the air
between two people,
even the strongest connection
struggles to survive.
So I leave you now
without anger,
without hate.
Only acceptance.
I wish you peace.
I wish your son
a beautiful life
full of guidance and light.
And as for us—
we will simply become
two people
who once stood close enough
to almost love each other…
but not close enough
to survive the truth.
She was an inch too short, a step too slow
A minute late, her voice too low
One tooth missing, inept at kissing
One toe deformed, no repair performed
Skin too pale, hair too thin
Committed petty crimes and sins
Rather dull, bereft of hope
Abused alcohol, smoked dope
An ugly duckling sure was she
Not ever likely to find her 'he'
Yet from thorns do roses bloom
Thus cast she off her witches broom'
Today she's married, a beaming bride
Her Prince Charming close by her side
Do not let Chance precious mettle melt
~ Learn to play the hand you are dealt
Most drink for the after effects and others for the taste
Some tend to over enjoy it then do something debased
It seems to be the invited guest at every get together
The myth seems to be that alcohol makes it better
Then you have those who try to flood out their problems
Hoping to find the solution at the bottom of the bottle
It may be true that this poison tends to numb you
Not long enough to ease the pain you've been through
Which is the reason why some people remain that way
You find them unstable and drunk day after day
Alcohol has a way to wash away our insecurities
Men would say it makes an ugly woman pretty
This awesome liquid seems to blur our vision
Makes us express words we never would mention
It also puts us in these horrible situations
Someone's accused of rape or life is taken
Every group of friends need that designated driver
Because of one fool who thinks his tolerance is higher
What was the real reason alcohol was made
Is it to help the real person inside of us fade
You have some that choose not to drink at all
Is it for the right reasons we're drinking alcohol?