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In a situational disaster
disintegrating faster
I need a little chat
with a mate, I got a bastard!
Who can't give his hand,
time is precious on demand,
not a fan of understanding,
he'll dis you and abandon.
Write it off as senseless,
and somewhat unimportant,
distance himself from involvement
and ignore it.
When you tell him your problem,
he'll tell you it's not one,
your approach is what you've got wrong,
then suggest another option,
Tell you it's all nothing,
because you see it how you shouldn't,
it's your thoughts that make you suffer,
and if he faced it then he wouldn't.
He sees himself superior,
up on his balcony,
living with one clear idea,
deny and lie without relief.
States firmly that what is happening
is not enough to factor him
says the fault is in your handling,
which he's fixed so stop your chattering.
His reality is the only one that's worthy,
his time is his and is not for serving
to any other person,
he'll desert them everytime for certain,
belittle them for hurting,
act like they deserve this,
He's a selfish person!
He acts like he's a mate,
but he doesn't give he takes,
yet he's always owed a favour,
excuses that he makes.
Always a complainer,
but then again he's fake,
turns hostile in behaviour,
mind games to get his way.
creates uncomfortable situations,
shows anger in conversations,
to divert those asking questions,
liars live this way.
Demands the attention on himself,
everytime he's in a struggle,
the seriousness is off the shelve,
must help when he's in trouble,
Unaware you live your life,
faking your stress in depth,
unaware of what he's like,
a victim now you've left.
Avoiding him is so unfair,
all he did was care,
what an absolute delude,
creating all that's there.
Paper
When I sit down to write
I can’t help but feel as if
The words that clutter across my
Sad
Blank
Sheet of paper
Are not my own
I write my words
My thoughts
My suffering
But every time I reread my poetry
I can’t help but feel an overbearing sensation
Of plagiarism
My hamartia is is that when I write
I think about other people
And never about myself
I never actually allow myself to grow alone
But end up alone in the process of forcing people
Who avoid flourishment like an infection
To do exactly that
Sometimes I wish I were more of a selfish person
What pity I have
For the friend that took the poison from my hands
Last time I chose to grow on my own
What people refuse to acknowledge
Is that growth is not just living
But dying as well
And realizing that death is not pretty
And therefore
Nor
Is growth
I have not met a single person
Who did not mistake growth and improvement
For synonyms
While improvement is the act of making a situation better
(Something I seem to be getting worse and worse at)
Growth is seeing things for the way they are
Such as seeing that true improvement is unobtainable
No matter how many people
You take down
Or lift up on the way to your unrealistic idea of happiness
My next statement
Contradictory as it may seem
Is that there is a way to grow
And improve
At once
We come and go through it seemingly as we please
And yet it is somehow still so out of our control
And to grow is to realize that
When we obtain this impossible harmony and balance
It will be anything but poetic
Curiosity killed the cat, well that makes sense. I know the guy, practically my best friend. Well, let me tell you how curiosity saved my life. Maybe curiosity taught me how to love. In which I might have never thought to love, but was going to love in the long run anyway. Curiosity showed me another world I mean curiosity’s kinda fun. Curiosity showed me new friends who taught me to run in the rain, but curiosity met them and they left me. To sit in the rain while people stare not in curiosity, but instead with despair for that girl who was once running in the rain and now only sits there not sure which are tears and which is rain. But curiosity showed me family. Not the ones who have the same blood running in their veins as mine but ones who knew my story and could relate and have not yet to stab me in the back. You know curiosity taught me to tell the truth. But curiosity kicked my butt. Made me a down right selfish person. Made me take sides, blind-eyed, heartless, and cruel. But curiosity made me reflect on the being I was made. Love, laugh, and be. Be me and sweet and free. Curiosity told me to search in my depths and be the being in which I was created. Curiosity showed me beauty and the being I could be. Curiosity is me. And yes I don’t like cats.
(true feelings,)
Doe's that makes me a selfish person to love myself more than others?.
Doe's that makes me a selfish person to love my son more than any body else?.
Doe's that makes me conceded to be proud to be a average person that do not have to pretend about everything I say and do.
I Never feel the need to hide behind a mask to hide myself.
I love my natural without no make up to hide the real me.
I maybe short and not able to reach tall places.but I still love my petite size,my 41/2 tall midget self cause that what makes me. And proud to be.
I may not have big jugs to utilize for distraction.
but that's fine with me my a cup is just as fun.
I have a strong ego indeed I do.my pride is bolder than a noodle.
My childhood past wasn't peachy and perfect.but I am glad
That from it all I do not need to lower other people self-esteem to make me the strong woman I am each and every day and night.
My son is my life and my everything that I'm proud to have. Unexpected he was as I welcome him into my world for there's no one else I rather love more besides myself is my son.
Do not that this to heart, it's just my expressing my love to the woman of me and embracing it to the fullest of me.
Five years ago we were together
In the war cold was the weather
You cared for me but I didn’t bother
It was very dark the enemy getting closer
“Take care of the family run I will cover”
Then a gun fire, a painful cry it was over
You died for me why oh dear brother
The sun was up the war far gone
Troops going home and I was alone
Stiff I was just like a stone
For I knew the family had no bone
As I was leaving the bloody war zone
I told my self “what is done is done”
I saw your wife calm as a dove
Holding your picture high above
Then mama asked, “Is your brother alive”
I told them….; mama couldn’t believe
Your wife in pain could only say “oh my love”
I couldn’t stay I had to leave
I was brutal selfish person ever
Mama was always in tears like a river
Always drunk making your lives bitter
But you were there to make me better
Looking at your face I would say never
The truth is you where the family’s last silver
My life has become a loosing game
I work hard to bring a happy flame
But everything I do is so lame
For am not you things won’t be the same
Their eyes say “your death I am to blame”
Either ways you are more alive than I AM….
Form:
My mind still thinking of what to write,
My pen is eager to compose a nice poem,
To the next generation of people on earth,
Who will continue a legacy of living a good life.
I remembered all the things people did at present,
Things that's what they really needed...a change,
I will put it in a bottle, open and read it my friend,
It’s for your own sake living in this new world.
“Please take care of our mother nature,
It will help you so much in the future,
Give love and be a blessing to others,
Maintain peace and harmony to all”.
“Be a good citizen and love your country,
Practice a habit of praying every day,
Don’t be a greedy and selfish person,
Share what you have, be kind, be generous”.
“Before I forget, be a responsible member of the family,
Spare time with them though you’re busy with your duty,
They will love you, proud of you and you will be a model to them,
I know it’s too much to ask but it’s for your own good my friend”.
“This is only a small favor in a piece of paper,
A simple poetry from a concerned writer,
But it can change the world for a better place to live,
Follow it and your good deeds will make the people saved".
December 10, 2012
What I'd like to give you,
is an ounce of my cologne
before I leave for battlefield
Tomorrow if I fail to come back alive
and you miss me
Don't shed tears
Just take a whiff of my perfume,
you will feel me near
Remember, you are wife of a brave soldier
His life was meant for the nation, not you
Be proud of me, I died trying for victory
Make my son a man of high integrity
Fill him with compassion for all
He owes a lot to the nation
Should repay back by serving countrymen
Let him not be a selfish person,
filling his coffers, enjoying himself
He should leave a mark behind
Die doing something worthy of acclaim
Bring me back home
I want my last rites performed here
Place my head on your lap
Tell me I am proud of you dear
If the bells of victory ring in the town
Smile and rejoice that my death
has not gone in vain
If we lose still be happy,
We laid our life
never gave up till the end
Console mother,
she may not be able to bear it
Tell her I told I can't see her crying
If I come back alive
Just sprinkle this cologne on me
Let us rejoice together
26.09.2021
For bring me home, Mystic Rose Rose
WISE ADVICE
Speak the truth in front of a liar.
Speak about love in front of your enemies.
Speak about peace in front of an offensive person.
Speak about consolation in front of a sad person.
Speak about sharing in front of a selfish person.
Speak about holiness in front of an evil person.
Because you will sound as
Honest person,
Appeaser,
Loyal person,
Comforter,
And holy man.
Do not speak about your husband in front of a single woman.
Do not speak about your blessings in front of a cursed person.
Do not speak about your dreams in front of a hatred person.
Do not speak about your success in front of a failure person.
Do not speak about your liberty in front of a slave person.
Do not speak about your pregnancy in front of a childless woman.
Do not speak about your qualifications in front of an illiterate person.
Because they will be so angry with you.
By Alfonso II Warally Chris.
June 6, 2017.
Never again will i feel the same, life will never be the same. Never again will I be happy, because your always sad. Never again will I be excited because your always depressed. It's hard to tell what I actually feel but I know seeing you makes me happy. But while I'm happy I know never again will I love someone like I loved you, because you crushed my heart. Never again will I be the same because our experience only changed me, you stood the same, a selfish person. Never again will I open up to tell you, tell you what's on my mind and who's in my heart. Never again will I have a true friend because I'll never find someone like you. Because of you so much has changed, I'm a completely different person. But I guess this is for the better, but I can say I made the right choice and never again will I be that person I was. I'll move on and start fresh, I won't go back to it because of you.
Never Again
free verse with poetic device
Having just disembarked from a date with death
on the water, time’s gateway forked for a moment.
Was it the mere dropping of an oar?
or perhaps an encounter with storms?
more milestones, maybe a meeting with the Master?
What purpose was there for extending my life?
Underwhelming thought - a single moment in time.
An irresponsible, selfish person with evil intent -
stabs at significance without a thought, without a care
for whom she hurts or whose lives are changed. OR
Breathtaking thought - a single moment in time,
A responsible, noble human being can create hope
by presiding over, planning for, defining...
inviting the power of the moment.
I chose the latter, went back to school and
became a school teacher to make a difference.
written September 24, 2014 with revisions on June 3, 2018