Maria’s kiss lit a fuse,
That Thomas never knew he had.
Now the fuse runs fast,
Through the heart of a man gone mad.
Derrick’s death was bitter,
And Thomas’ heart ran sour.
His head was quickly spinning,
As he drove for half an hour.
He made it to the plains,
Where he planned to drop them both,
But his fire turned to frost,
When he heard the cars approach.
“Where you going, stranger,
In such a mighty rush?”
The lawman rudely squinted,
Suspecting beer or drugs.
Thomas drew his Luger —
The officer fell quick.
He hit the cold, hard ground,
As Thomas’ blood ran thick.
Thomas missed the other pigs,
Who saw the nasty crime.
They blew through the windowpane,
And Thomas passed the line.
Nobody deserves death,
But those who play with life.
No one should lose that light,
Until god’s given time.
Like a deluge, sorrow fell from the sky
It leaves us with a 'never-ending' sigh
It's a tearful soul's cry
It's a question of 'Why'
It's hard to say 'Goodbye'
No matter how hard we try
Whether it's a love gone bad
Or a demise that made you sad
For a while, it seems so cruel
We have to part with such a Jewel
Sometimes, healing takes so long
But in time, we learn to move on.
I heard it said in a great songline
He makes all things beautiful in His time.
032224PS
He vowed to love her forevermore—
But already forgot her trivial name.
August 6, 2019
Epigram
You can make me happy
when I am sad
Your eyes will never glisten
till our love comes back
Say things to me
has our love gone bad
I try to think straight
but I’m always off track
These waves in our sea
are for only you and me
So take this deep love
and cherish it with me
Your spark always shines
in the weakness of lust
As my heart beats by thousands
as the day turns to dusk
Life without you
would be so untrue
Cause I never wanna find the time
to make love
with anyone but you
Spaces between us have been filled with ghosts and silence. I've digged a grave an I'm prepared for a burial of good love gone bad. My body's soft enough to feed the earth, but not kind enough to be kept.
Horizons and waiting become closer and shadows turn to sand. Desert's burn with the sun, but chill with the night. Lessons with love become reborn and I'm prepared to always be left behind by someone I love.
On worse days I tell myself, "There's nothing you've ever wanted, but you'll fail if you never put a foot forward". On best days I tell myself, "No one was ever good at destroying you than yourself and that just isn't right".
Mirrors are smoked and truths become lies that pour from your mouth. Fables are tales of a hopeless romantics mind and fairy tales are made to murder little girls minds.
Still here
Still here
Still here I scream underground
But no one ever heard a sound or word I spoke when I was around
Table for One
Striding adroitly through the garbled air
Never more debonair and dapper
Drawing the attentions of the curious
Aloof, detached, distinguished
One impulse shy of normalcy
Again without accompaniment, as his own escort
Too honest, too eccentric to play the dating games
Oblivious to the stares and murmurs of the fickle crowd
Destined for another date disaster
Onward into the din of the chattering herd
Keeping a safe distance from himself
No time for amenities, no chance of flirtations or temptations
No corsage to balance the embittered interiors
Wiser in resolve, from vows taken to never again feel
Impervious to the possibility of romance
Undaunted and indifferent,
Masterfully hiding the damage within
Knowing too well the ravages of love gone bad
Never again to experience the horrors of rejection
How many in your party, sir?
One, just one........
Very well, sir. This way..........
Table, table for one..........
Plastic in the plastic bin
Aluminum in another
Food scrapes for compost
Paper bound tight
Glass goes where the glass goes
Am I saving the world
Does it make a difference
Am I doing alright
I cleaned out our bedroom
And found a picture of you
The one with that sly smile
Just a picture of you
I know we parted
I know it was right
But why do I know
I'll stare at your picture all night
Is there a way to recycle
A broken heart
Can you salvage
Each memory broken apart
Can I put in a bin
The first time we kissed
Can I tie and bind away
Every dream every hope every wish
Maybe some other lovers
Can find the treasure we had
Maybe they can reuse our love
And make each other glad
Is there a way to recycle
Love gone bad
Such a waste, hard to replace
When happiness turns sad
Recycling recycling
That's what the world needs
Don't throw love away
Reuse it it's okay
For a love that once was strong
If dusted and cleaned
Can shine in new hearts
That's the magic of recycling.
Air is used for helping blow
Up balloons so they can grow
Into something beautiful
Pretty and so colorful
Like love should be when you find
The love always on your mind
Which is not the case for me
You just cause me misery
The air surrounding me is stale
Your love is an epic fail
That just breathes a lot of air
Of gloom, darkness and despair
There is nothing really pretty
Of marks that you leave on me
Symbols of a love gone bad
This is not the love we had
Colors no longer exist
Black and blue from your fist
That leave me wondering why
You would want to make me cry
Balloons blow up every day
But too much force will take away
Their beauty as they go pop
Like you did with my poor heart
Forcing way too much power
On it causing the horror
Of it blowing up from the
Anger and brutality
That you daily are displaying
And I am the one who's paying
As this air of meanness spreads
Messing with my heart and head
I hold on to my memories
Review things from my past
Sometimes they speak "release me"
Never meant to last
Life has a way of moving on
In the midst of changing days
I find myself just letting go
In the mending of my ways
There will be things that remain
They were truly meant to be
Embroidered in the fiber of being
Not meant to be set free
Release the pain you sense within
Those scars from love gone bad
Rejoice in what will bring you joy
And cast away things sad
Letting go of yesterday
Today you have no fear
Enjoying life from here and now
It all becomes quite clear
We all let go to find release
In all the things we do
It helps in finding inner peace
Embracing what rings true
E_ emotinal outburst
M_ mentally decompensated
E_ emtionally driven
R_ room 21
G_ gurney
E_ enter the white coat
N_ nurse with pills
C_ Cody already passed out asleep
Y_ youthful love gone bad
R_ restraint bed
O_ open door _guards
O_ opportunity for change
M_ mental health gone bad~tragic
(Spent the day at the emergency
room with Cody..They sent him
to a crisis center...Here we go
again with mental health visits
and pills..)
What kind of poem should I write today?
Maybe something that makes you cry
Or maybe I'll write of happy things
So no one will have to die
Maybe I'll write of a love gone bad
Of broken hearts and dreams
Or maybe I'll write of nightmares
Where darkness is filled with screams
Maybe I'll write a political prose
Where everyone has a voice
Or maybe I'll write of abortion
Pro life or maybe pro choice
Maybe I'll write of memories
That fade away through time
Or maybe I'll write a sonnet of love
Where heartbeats always rhyme
What kind of poem should I write today?
Maybe the seasons, the coming of fall
Or maybe I'll keep my feelings inside
And just write nothing at all
I was asking a friend just the other day
If there was anything he'd do to help me on my way
He said he'd like to but I was asking to much
All that stuff in the back of my pickup truck
I haul it around every where I go
Where its gonna end up I don't know
One day I'm gonna get rid of that junk
That stuff in the back of my pickup truck
It's full of broken promises and wasted prayers
A lot of hurt feelings caused by I don't cares
Love gone bad loaded up with pain
Its enough to drive a normal man insane
Every place I go, I think I don't belong
I just can't understand where I went wrong
But people don't care why my life is so tough
Damned that stuff in the back of my pickup truck
Could unload any place, of no use, not very fair
Lord I am on my knees with a foxhole prayer
Please take this hell away from this old drunk
Rid me of the stuff in the back of my pickup truck
David Gary Pennington
Did you know that every teardrop
Has it's own story to tell
Sometimes of a love gone bad
Or a heartfelt sad farewell
Sometimes, we cry tears of joy
Or even tears in pain
And sometimes, on our pillows,
Our tears will leave a stain
We've cried tears of sadness
Or when smoke gets in our eyes
Sometimes, it's a broken heart
Or when a loved one dies
Sometimes, we laugh so hard
Our eyes will flood with tears
Tears can have a healing power
That will even calm our fears
Sometimes, when we're crying,
We'll wear a thin disguise
But you don't have to hide your tears
For everybody cries
Poets are a most talented breed
They write of pain,sorrow and joy
They might write of their own lives
Or of a Spring sunrise
Or of a Pug Dog
Of perhaps grief
Perhaps death
Of Faith
Write
Of self
Of seasons
Perhaps the wind
Or of love gone bad
Maybe a growing love
For the love of their children
Or of a deep dark depression
Yes, Poets are a talented breed
I tried a new form for me and maybe a new form...This is a double reverse Nonet...I hope
you like it........... Taz
A love gone bad
a child so sad
he thinks his mommy is in a rug
and prays every dad to give her one more hug
he is only two
and did not know what to do
he watches on tv
as they pull his mommy from the ground
he talks to her on his toy phone
so he doesnt feel so alone
maybe in some ways the name Jessie Davis can save us
maybe some one will hear her story
and ask for help
writers note:
this is written for a woman whose body was just found
but i wrote it for all the people killed because they loved the wrong person
i hope if someone reads it and needs help they will ask somebody for it.Thanks
for reading it. Jessie you can rest now.
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