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Being a girl sucks! :(
I'm one big ball of emotion
Being tossed back and forth
On the waves of this female ocean
Just when I say I'm doing okay
Another tsunami comes along
Washing away the sanity I saved
Swept out to sea, it's gone
Being a girl sucks! :(
All the makeup that we wear
Who are we trying to impress anyways
And do those jerks out there really care
All they do is treat me like a piece of meat
With desert on the side
Would you like some tears with that
It doesn't take much these days to make me cry
Being a girl sucks! :(
With some of the things we have to wear
This over the shoulder boulder holder
Wasn't built for comfort that's for sure
And is it already that time of month again
I've about had it with these cramps
If I hear another man explain my mood to me
I swear I'm going to reach up and pull his tongue out through his...
Being a girl sucks! :(
But one thing that I can say
It sure as heck beats being a guy
Where stupidity always gets in the way
I saw this moniker on a friends "kik" site and being a guy had to wonder just what it is that sucks about being a girl.
This of course is from a "REAL" mans perspective...I could be wrong.
I'll shut up now before I get myself in more trouble...
Oh...did I mention I'm a "REAL man? I did?
Just making sure...
Jesus spoke these words from the cross
accomplishing the purpose for which He came
here He was crucified unjustly so
this innocent saviour took all our blame
Crucifixion is such an awful thing
it's intention is to break one's resource
but in fact stretches one's agony further
physically and emotionally execution on course
Rusted nails places on wrists hollow place
hammered in driven between two bones
gruesome hearing nails driven through flesh
this brings anguish so horribly alone
The victim suffers nausea, fever, cramps
bringing indeed spasms of intense pain
as well as slow relentless suffocation
all this and more was Jesus slain
This God in His only begotten son
showed His love in this horrible death
suffering pain physically and spiritually
for His own even to His final breath
The original language would indicate
Jesus repeated this enduring crucifixion
father forgive them they know not what they do
merciful sacrificial love brought God's selection
('Then said Jesus, Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do.')
Luke 23: 34a (KJV)
My skin has become like sandpaper
Blotches showing up everywhere
A pimple resides at the end of my nose
Some areas have unwanted hair
What is happening to this body of mine
Seems it's just about falling apart
Ankles are swollen to twice their size
Been expelling a whole lot of farts
It's referred to as the ageing process
Is this what's in store from now on
No more of this sleeping in until noon
Always up at the crack of dawn
Needing to pee three times a night
My back teeth are floating around
Cramps in my legs are driving me nuts
And my PJs keep falling down
A hell of a mess this ageing process
Not a damn thing a person can do
Hang in there my friends, it won't be long
The grim reaper will be calling on you!
© Jack Ellison 2015
Tim had all the necessary ingredients right next to his ancient burner
Shark teeth dangling from a sunken necklace at the cutting edge but
The amulet had turned into chains and shackles grinding the chef’s mind
A lost recipe for happiness but and he had no appetite for nourishment
Attrition boiled over when nutrition resembled a poisonous chalice
Too tired to take stock he dwelled on his primordial soup turning back
Primitive and involuntary he turned on the gas and smelled his demise
Rotten onions had depleted his tears thinly sliced and disguised
Fetid leeks leaked misery a trickle or two at full stagnant pace
Spoilt thyme oozed malodorous rosaries into beads of corrosion
Squashed tomatoes splashed foul decomposition into his eyes
Fennel funneled his vision into a bubbling hell of indigestion
Olive oil splashed straight into his heart with no glimmer of peace
Cantankerous garlic would not fend off his festering demons
While a bay leaf could not keep mortally morose sadness at bay
Great white oblivion but slowly Tim made friends with predation
Resolved he was allergic to fishy feelings and toxic distaste
He did not remember at first how to simmer emotions and passion
But onions started to sprinkle tears of joy and the shark pointed the way
Soon leeks from a Welsh legend delineated friend from mal-aligned foes
Thyme soothed his splattering cough and he found his true inner voice
Tomatoes seeded bright red orange chakras from base to the top while
Fennel fought of bloating depression and conquered agony’s cramps
Previously oblivious oils from virginal growth re-birthed him into life
He licked his wounds and wild garlic from an ocean of wonderment
And chose the berries from a long forgotten and noble laurel tree
Tim had barked up the wrong perspective and had muted the roar
Eventually he conjoined ingredients recipe and fortunate blessings
Left the sharks out of the chowder and slurped smooth soup into his shell
This happened to me twenty-two years ago. I thank God I am still alive.
I feel the ripple in my life's cycle,
impending risk that could rape my soul.
I look in the mirror, but no tears flow.
A virus cramps my shallow feelings,
an ominous glare that obscures.
The pungent smell of disinfectant
the impersonal looks of nursing aides,
the indifference of certain medics,
the fearful looks of other patients,
the smell of living death.
The surgeon comes,
examines,
prods,
feels
listens.
Like an auctioneer's hammer,
going, going, gone.
The verdict is announced,
a triple by-pass,
serious but operable.
"Don't worry, man!"
I look up at the wall
that surrounds my cell,
and see Him hung
on old worn wood.
Is it so difficult, Lord, to die?
Am I on my own in here?
Will I survive?
A tear trickles slowly down my cheek,
but now my inner self is lit.
I wake up from my stupor.
Life is a pattern,
mapped 'til our death,
but no man walks alone.
I smile,
I receive faith.
A glow illuminates my soul.
Tomorrow I may be dead,
but I am sure, Sweet Jesus,
I will survive, for meekly
I accept Your will.
Noticed my skin is like sandpaper
Blotches showing up everywhere
A pimple resides at the end of my nose
Some areas have unwanted hair
What has happening to this body of mine
Seems it's just about falling apart
Ankles are swollen to twice their size
Been expelling a whole lot of farts
It's referred to as the ageing process
Is this what's in store from now on
No more of this sleeping in until noon
Always up at the crack of dawn
Needing to pee three times a night
My back teeth are floating around
Cramps in my legs are driving me nuts
And my PJs keep falling down
A hell of a mess this ageing process
Not a damn thing a person can do
Hang in there my friend it won't be long
The grim reaper will be calling on you!
My tummy is full of cramps
I really need to revamp
How I have always been living
I need to slowly start giving
Myself a break from how I've been
Going back in time to when
I was happy and all smiles
Even though it's been a while
Since I felt the joyful touch
Of someone I love so much
Reversing all my foolish actions
Will start giving me the traction
To move forward finding the
True man of my destiny
Giving up was how i tried
To face the demons inside
From days past of ex torture
Now I'm looking for a future
That will bring me all I'v wanted
Days and nights are being counted
Until the time I fall and trip
Into a great relationship
"I should not go to school today,"
Says every girl who feels this way.
"I've got the monthlies and the cramps,
A flood, a flush, and uterine camps.
My mood swings low, my temper is high.
Nature's tide flows, I can't deny.
My abdomen's as hard as rocks,
I've counted twenty bathroom stops.
Yet still I rise and face the day,
Pack necessities, and make my way.
My back is sore, my clothes are tight,
But I'll push through with all my might.
I ache and moan but still, I go,
To learn and grow, despite the flow.
My head throbs when I slightly bend,
But assignments I'll still attend.
My muscles protest, my patience wanes,
I fear those unexpected stains.
My feet are swollen, my chest is sore,
But I'll keep striving, that's for sure.
Concentration's hard to keep,
When cramps make me want to weep.
Emotions flood, but I stay strong,
In class, I know I still belong.
My stomach churns like stormy seas,
But I'll raise my hand with expertise.
Skin broke out, but the mind stayed clear,
I'm more than just the pain I bear.
I have cramps, but my heart is steady,
For challenges, I'm always ready.
What's that? You say you understand?
With support, I'll make my stand!
At home, I'll help and do my share,
Though my body screams, 'It's not fair!'
In school, I'll learn and participate,
My potential, I'll cultivate.
For I'm a girl with dreams so vast,
This monthly trial will soon be past.
Through pain and flood, I'll persevere,
My strength and spirit are crystal clear!”
pennies to my name
water for breakfast
water for lunch
water for dinner
sleeping with mad cramps
dreaming about food, kaleidoscopes, and multicolored spots
sunday is the favorite pastime
loneliness is the new soap
everything stinks because i stink
everything has halitosis because i have halitosis
tears fall on the pennies
tears make my pennies shine
pennies are my 401k
peeing out my energy
peeing out my protein and my iron
peeing to simply lighten the load
wishing that my car will keep working
wishing that my car had some type of heat source when it is off
wishing i would have tried harder to obtain employment
as a result, here i am
as a result, here i go
as a result, i say once again before sleep takes over, 'one day it'll all be over'
Billy and Mary had the most beautiful love
story.
It was like something you read in a book or
seen in a movie.
They were next-door neighbors and best
friends.
Each milestone in life was made with each
other.
They knew each other all of their lives and
they both were the only child.
Billy and Mary attended the same elementary,
middle and high school.
The town that they grew up in was small and
everyone knew each other.
She was the head cheerleader, and he was the
captain of the football team at the local high
school.
They were voted King and Queen for three years
in a row.
By senior year they were inseparable and madly
in love.
After graduation, they went to the same college.
Billy got a scholarship to play football, and Mary
got into the nursing program.
Billy was headed to NFL until he broke his shoulder
in two places.
On that day, his dream of playing pro shattered.
So he took courses to become a coach, If he wasn't
able to play football anymore, he was determined to
invest in a young player that had his former dreams.
Mary finished nursing school, and they married the
following year.
They wanted to have a family, but it didn't come easy.
The couple had three miscarriages within the first
few years of marriage.
When they found out, they were pregnant the fourth
time, she had to go on bed rest.
They were elated when was in her third trimester.
But when she was seven months, she experienced
unbearable cramps.
Billy rushed her to the hospital and she was told that
she had to deliver the baby.
She was scared for herself and her child;Larry held and
comforted her while she was in active labor, it was touch
and go.
Then suddenly her vital signs started to falter; and she
started hemorrhaging.
They told Billy to leave; he was in shock;The team of
doctors did all they could to save her; She didn't make
it, and neither did her child. It left poor Billy, a widower
and childless at the tender age of twenty-three.
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02/05/2021