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Cheeks flush and sweaty palms
An awkward, deceiving laugh
A sloppy coat, self esteem based balm
Disguising my visible half
Ive been told, I'm distastefully odd
People love to ostracize
Holding back tears as they poke and prod
It helps them to feel alive
They can smell it from a mile away
A lack of confidence, that is
Lips curled, ready to play
A class of the "popular" kids
Making fun of myself, hiding the throb
I refuse to expose the pain
Though, their doing an excellent job
Slaughtering my name
They label this behavior sarcastic
Some can't take a joke
I say they're made of plastic
Catching a high every time they poke
Charles and my predawn jog was a sweat-athon and as the sun rose, a heat-dome brightness tattooed crisp shadows in every corner. Any lingering coolness was burned off - evaporated.
It was 94°f, 3 hours later, when I walked to campus - why don’t we use parasols anymore? Drag on, radiant afternoon heat, please.
That was 100 proof sarcasm, in case you couldn’t tell.
Hot days seem to drag-on slowly, like waiting for a microwave or a droning, liturgy. It wasn’t in the forecast but I wouldn’t have been surprised to hear, “Today’s forecast is slow, really slow.”
Let’s start an Internet theory that the atmosphere is thinning or we’re just ants under a magnifying glass.
The finally setting sun left a blood red line under the falling blue dark, like a gash of wound in the skin of young-night.
Once my nightly obligations are done (classes, homework, reading), the silence can seem oppressive. I’m used to the never ending hustle, boiling drama and noise of seven suitemates - so there’s that.
On now empty nights, I’m tortured by the high-beating pulse of youth, and I pace my empty apartment, like someone restlessly waiting for their venti-mocha-latte at a Starbucks.
Can anyone suffer like a young woman left all alone?
Why, oh whomever, must I sip from this deep, bitter, undrinkably salty sea of solitude?
In this, my prime season, why do I only manage to exist?
My needs are in a shameful state of decay.
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Cruel Summer by Bananarama
Habits (feat. Haley Reinhart) by Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox [E]
All That I Need by Ebony Loren, Matthew Ifield & Sebastian Kamae
In lieu of love give me hate,
In lieu of age give me an imagination, even if it is too late.
In lieu of sex give me chocolate,
In lieu of a grave give me a ride to Mars on a rocket.
In lieu of sadness give me happiness and glee,
In lieu of pride give me humbleness, please hear my plea.
In lieu of beauty give me a heart of gold,
In lieu of fear give me courage allowing me to be bold.
In lieu of desperation give me hope,
In lieu of weakness give me strength to climb the mountainous slope.
In lieu of cowardice give the power to fight,
In lieu of darkness give me a soul that lights the night.
In lieu of inferiority give me a ladder to climb,
In lieu of confusion give me reason to my rhyme.
In lieu of death give me time,
In lieu of purgatory give me the sublime.
In lieu of a man's priorities give me motherhood,
In lieu of the big city give me the backwoods.
In lieu of captivity give me wide open spaces,
In lieu of sadness give me happy faces.
In lieu of music give me the laughter of my daughter and son,
In lieu of sarcasm give me a good pun.
In lieu of the cold give me warmth,
In lieu of stepping back let me race forth.
In lieu of ignorance give me an amazing brain,
In lieu of hunger give me grain.
In lieu of pain give me pleasure,
In lieu of squalor give me treasure.
In lieu of lying give me a tongue that speaks true,
In lieu of loneliness give me you!
(Response to Toby Keith’s ‘How Do You Like Me Now?’)
You were quite crazy.
Why did you break in?
Writing my number was a mistake.
I was better off than most of my friends.
I had honors.
I was embarrassed when people called me for “a good time.”
You sure as hell caught my attention.
I overlooked you because you were not my type.
I had too many calling me for a “good time.”
You did play too loud.
I am angered by your success.
I should have told my friends to go to hell.
I could have been next to you.
The only crazy one is me.
Sitting here today.
I didn’t want to love you.
Now you are the nightmare in my radio.
You make me angry.
I laughed because you were going out there to fail.
Of course I made fun of you because I never believed in you.
I thought you and your music was worthless.
Of course I wanted money what else is there in life.
Ha! (sarcastic)
I became his slave and that is my business not yours!
He is always working late with his secretary (sarcasm & eye roll).
Of course he found someone younger
They hear me crying because I have no one there for me.
Where is the snooze when you need it?
I know that voice.
Oh crap it is your voice.
I was angered by your success.
I should have told my friends to go to hell.
I could have been next to you.
The only crazy one is me.
Sitting here today.
I didn’t want to love you.
Now you are the nightmare in my radio.
I regret telling you no.
I’m sorry, please stop.
I will live with my regret
Most she cited as jargon
Words to communicate
With the fans. She looked
past the "marks" and saw
something in the fan support
pile that allowed her reposition
and in clear mind aside from
the " media mumbo jumbo" she
looked at something someone
wrote, an when it made sense she
responded. A man see's beyond the
edges. His labors seeks reward.
Even the crumbest of them sometimes
are as worthy, as the most qualified.
Her sarcasm lead others to think.
A night were the less appreciated
wins. They don't know I spend most
Of my time separating from them; I
never said I didn't love them.
Thank you for your input. I appreciate the time you have spent.
Trying to fix me, to mold me, to make me better.
Some of your suggestions are wonderful.
I shall consider them, pondering them over and over.
I will throw them into the air and toss them around with my feet.
Some will stick on the ceiling where they will stay forever.
Others will land on my head.
I will comb them into my updo and parade them around town.
I will show the world how helpful you have been.
People will write you thank you notes.
I will put them all into a satchel and carry them to you.
If you live far away, I will mail them.
Please send me your address pronto.
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Sponsor: Mark Koplin
Written 11-11-2020
I was told I was sarcastic
But I’m not made from plastic
So I’ll say it clear and loud
Of the sarcasm I am proud
I wouldn’t be so contrite
If we did things freakin’ right
While working with eyes shut
And our nose up someone’s butt.
How could I possibly be sarcastic
When everything seems so drastic
My sarcasm is through frustration
Guess where I get my inspiration
Sarcastic? How could that be
I’m just describing what I see
Everyday I feel more dazed
But I’m also totally amazed
My headaches keep accruing
Does anyone know what they’re doing
Did I leave my mind back there
I’ve seemed to lost it somewhere
I promise I’ll watch what I say
If I see something right someday.
V.4:
Okay – tell me straight out –
Do you love me enough to sacrifice yourself for me
Okay – tell me straight in my face without a doubt –
Do you hate me to the extreme ‘cause you ruined my self-esteem & now I’m
embracing pity, not sunlit glee
Hmph, graze in your own foolish maze;
In other words, mind your own little business or you’ll face my rage and you’ll
feel utter regret
Ohh no, you never gave me true praise;
In other words, I was blinded by tears because you ignored me for many years
– I was so upset
CHORUS:
I will squander my time now and forever
(Are you an evil, fallen angel?)
Until I meet you eye to eye again
Our departure came to soon…our future’s a blur
(sarcasm: Oh you must be a sweet, beautiful angel –)
Come on & get out of the lion’s den!
Release me…I need to let go…
Believe in me…reflect on me…
Release me…let me go with the flow
Let me grow and see…the light at the end of the tunnel
There’s other fish in the sea…
Bridge #1:
I’m mad because you chose another route
Contrary to mine no doubt
I close my eyes in attempt to sleep
I drift away in a deep sleep – I weep, I weep…
I feared that my soul will never be
Healed completely
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Racism makes me want to puke.
I’ll hurl a brick or two.
I’ll loot a store to make my point.
Who’ll help me? How ‘bout YOU?
I’m chilled by cops’ brutality.
Who do they think they are?
I’ll set some fires and knock folks down
and cuss till eardrums jar.
Huge crowds are marching peacefully.
The signs they hoist are lame.
If they cared deeply as I do,
they wouldn’t be so tame!
I don’t have time to tote a sign.
I’ve got to find a place
to store the stuff I stole—because
racism’s a disgrace!
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The truth? I’m just a thug at heart.
I LIVE for times like these.
They give me an excuse to do
exactly as I PLEASE!
This is my attempt at withering sarcasm!
Posted June 7, 2020
June 17, 2020
entered in John Hamilton's contest placed 4th
Favorite poem 2020 not written for a contest
I'll be known by this alias:
faith defender and God seeker,
the humblest man of our race,
putting wisdom and truth first;
and I'll be judged, as everyone else,
for my reforming and opposing ways...
If I only sought fame, I'd come easy:
with no sweat or conjuring up schemes;
all I have to do is go along
with society's spoiled and unfair ways,
and swiftly advance my prominence;
and how will I sing the sacred song,
when I'll change my look of spirituality
and choose riches heedlessly?
No sarcasm in words, but perspicacity;
my petition, to everyone reading this writing,
can transform their wrong view
into something purposeful and new:
with no aliases to be known by,
avoiding pertinent comments, just persisting...
Faith defender and God seeker,
endure in your rightful and clean ways
without wishing perpetuity in unmerited works,
but expecting moral persecution by all;
and be ready to wipe off a doleful tear!
Faith defender and God seeker,
persevere and do everything wisely and well;
prolong your earthly stay: to profess and tell...