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You are a sadistially
twisted
A 5 star strategist
Utilizing
psychological
warfare
Methodically
weaving your
weapons of
mass destruction
An artillery that
penetrated my psyche
Leaving me confused
by your stealth
and deception
Maneuvering me
into believing
that I was nothing
Poisoning my mind
with your strong
defense position
You are a trained
artillery in the use
of suprise
Your game of
warfare I couldn't
play anymore
Take all your
strategy and
play your game
of warfare
somewhere else
Your game was not
in the least fun
You had a good run
I am so done
with Anthony
If I could get a discount on fake hair.
Or clovers, or salt straight from nowhere.
Maybe my taste buds wouldn’t be so long.
And butter is too bitter to belong.
I hate when I go to the store.
And turn into a star-studded apple core.
Just to not even get a coupon for droplets of rain.
Even with ivy in my vein.
If I could get a discount from any store.
I would ride my unicycle through the front door.
Tap on the counter with delight.
A new pair of pants are ok but they could bite.
So maybe I’ll just get a hat instead.
But I can’t even wear it in bed!
So with veins of ivy and coupons for lips.
I handed this coupon over with my finger tips.
Told them to pass the coupon to the next person.
Because my willingness to spend has had a good run.
But I have my unicycle and a tote bag with me.
And wouldn’t you know- I got them for free!
You can break my heart
You can make me lonely
You can forsake my love
But I ask of you only
Don't crush my pride
Don't leave me denied
Please give me a last kiss goodbye
A kiss goodbye
Will let my heart mend
A kiss goodbye
Will let our love end
A kiss goodbye
Will let us part friends
A kiss goodbye
Will let me begin again
I don't have the right
Your eager for him
Let me get your purse
So this is the end
We had a good run
We had some fun
You kissed me, my sweet one
I won't cry
You leave my side
And wave bye
I'll be all right
You drive from sight
Such a bitter sweet night
You know inside
My love can't die
I saw you cry
With our last kiss, a kiss goodbye.
My wife has been asking for a divorce
I'm thinking this time that she is right
It's been a long time in the making
And I know I've put up a good fight
All the time that we've spent together
Must now come to an end
It's true it's you that I cling to
But this is best if the relationship is to mend
Of course I'm a little bit nervous
And this will take time to adjust
But cutting ties is the best of advice
So cutting ties I feel is a must
I think back years ago to the very first call
I picked it up innocently enough
It didn't take long for you to take over my life
Where I fell under your spell, thinking it love
We've been side by side from that moment
I've held you tenderly all of this time
I'm finding it hard to let go of you
But it's best that we part and say our goodbyes
For all good things must come to an end
And we both had a good run of course
So I'm telling you now "Cell Phone" my friend
From you I need a divorce...
It all started when I was born in Miami-Dade
I was loving the Florida sun and living in shades
We moved out of Miami, I wish we had stayed
But since then a hefty price was already paid
It all started with this man called “Daddy”
He left me at age 2 and left me a little saddy
Then along came Stepdaddy number one
He wasn’t there long but we had a good run
Then came infamous Stepdaddy number two
Got my mama pregnant and she was almost due
He was always there but he had a loose screw
He shattered my innocence all the way through
If I wasn’t being touched, I was being beaten
Comments on my body, on how I hadn’t eaten
My mother seemed to hate me for no damn reason
She neglected my soul through every single season
Feeling like the black sheep had me on boil
My brother was a golden child, just so spoiled
At age ten I found myself under the soil
Hiding in the deep like some unstruck oil
I wasn’t making any friends at my old school
I was trying to survive, they were trying to be cool
I was trying not to break, they were breaking all the rules
They were living on the surface, I was at the bottom of the pool
Age sixteen was when I wanted to end it all
Cuz at home I was being nailed to the wall
My mom’s hate shrunk me until I felt so small
She’d be right behind me, hoping that I’d fall
She got jealous when she got a new man
Stepdaddy number three was never the plan
He was 23 years old, their love was a sham
Yet he left me all red like strawberry jam
I was confused, thought he was good looking
But I could smell what he was already cooking
He was jealous too from what I have found
He acted all tough when my boyfriend came around
After that mess came Stepdaddy number four?
I started losing count as they walk out the door
But he was an angel, no more keeping score
Cuz he found us and picked us up off the floor
I’m eternally grateful for the man he’s become
It was like a new healing era had begun
All those red flags, yeah he had none
He took all our problems and said “honey it’s done”
Now I’m here trying to make myself feel whole
Trying to take back what all these men stole
I fell in deep but I’m climbing out of the hole
Because I’ve experienced 50 ways to break a soul
A revolving door of visiting friends
Old and new, at the hospital, day by day.
Stalked by death's brooding shadow;
Cancer-stricken and terminally ill,
Yet faces his mortality with courage.
His bones ache yet his heart sings
As he lay dying without regrets.
A man of faith, he feels no fear
As he embarks on his final destination.
His journey from stunned denial to
Acceptance of his fate, complete.
What a life! He had a good run.
Loved ones surround his death bed.
His wife of more than half a century
Keeps round the clock vigil.
His bones ache yet his heart
Coos along to her farewell song,
Softly sung into his right ear.
Hand in hand, a goodbye kiss on his brow.
A stream of peacefulness flows
Through the clearing of his mind
As he slowly slips away; his bones
Ache no more.
For years I kept that scripture out
In plain view, in a spot
On a rounded backsplash in sight
So, I'd not God's name blot
When I answered the business phone
At our house, free labor
Until we could afford to hire
Someone like a neighbor
At last, I got a pay increase
Double in my wages
And now I get social security
That reflects the dark ages
God has been good to me in ways
I can't truly explain
His word uplifts, inspires, directs
So, I can't complain
The business has fed us, paid bills
Along the way some fun
We did some things others could not.
At life, we had a good run
Now that the end of life is close
I know that God can hear
I want to revere His word still
I long to go without fear
We have had a good run,
peerless under the sun,
sired the likes of Einstein,
Da Vinci and Beethoven,
though such genius is lost
on the bear and the pelican.
But perhaps our greatest gift
to this our common home,
is not the civics of Rome,
nor the most literary tome,
but a mind that has grown
far superior to our own.
For with our cerebral might,
we will continue to fight,
can’t tell wrong from right,
nor help the planet’s plight.
Our only hope of salvation
is the birth of a higher light,
conceived in every byte.
Soon we can get some rest,
let a new brain take the test.
We’ve tried our hand with zest,
but without much success.
So a successor we will bless;
it’s time we laid down the burden,
took off the ill-fitting mantle,
content to be second best.
I tried so hard, did every step and followed every rule.
And yet I feel like a fool...
You didn´t see me try just saw mistakes.
Focused on spaces and line breaks.
You did not see me copy word by word.
I told you I did but only your voice was truly heard.
You didn´t see the night of worry that I won´t be good enough.
All you saw was what you thought was a bluff.
Why did following the rules not work this time?
Why do I feel like by following your law I commited a crime?
Why do you not see how hard I tried?
Why do you think I lied?
I worked and tried to perfect every small detail.
And still I fail.
So does working hard even count?
Is giving my all still a too little amount?
Now my feeling of pride is deep in the ground.
Now I know hard work won´t always be found.
You blamed it on stress I went a long...
But like the past my hope is now gone.
I don´t know why following the rules made me fall.
But in the end it´s your call.
Your word. Your law.
And your sharp claw.
That accidently poked out my heart...
As i struggle to not fall apart
Failure from following?
A feeling of hollowing
My soul out
As the word failure is all my mind will shout.
Being in high school is no fun...
Goodbye success we had a good run.
I failed by not rebelling
And my anxiety and sorrow is swelling
In my chest
As I wonder when will I rest?
And if I truly will ever be the best