I’m do done, I have to be selfish
I can’t even remember the last real kiss
This is so sad, only been together a short time
I give his lying ass props for his pick up line
I am way to nieve when it comes to love
I’m ending this and handing to the Lord above
It’s just not fair, getting ignored so much
I always wonder to whom hes giving his touch
Cause it sure as hell ain’t me...
Plenty of real men will see what can’t see
I am beautiful inside and out
Kind, caring and loving without a doubt
So if he don’t wanna see it and doesn’t care
Then peace the hell out there will be someone who will WANT to be there
He is all that matters in this “whatever you wanna call it”
I cant even talk to him without him throwing a fit
Cause its usually about him being a liar or quilty
Im walking away, no turning back..one day he will miss me!
Now run and go tell that
you stand before me
you lie about your lies
you are what you be
as I walk this line
you're quilty now go run and tell that
Now run and go tell that
you steal and cheat
you eat tofu meat
you run stop signs
drink up the Kool-Aid brine
you're quilty now go run and tell that
Now run and go tell that
you lay before me
you sleep on clouds
slumbered not awaken
as I walk this line
you're quilty now go run and tell that
you are the convict
you guilty of crimes
you have not commit
you lie about your lies
you are what you be
as I walk this line
you're quilty now go run and tell that
Now run and go tell that
2/5/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
conceived faculty
surreal improbable
image of perfection
created within a land
of fantasy
placed you
up atop a
high pedestal
were you would
loom over
the land irrational
demands
casting down
the lay of the
land
condemning
all that were
quilty of breaking
the pet-peeve-laws
In truth Clare Quilty
Was clearly guilty,
While humble Humbert Humbert
Was fervently pervert.
The issue to talk of
What told us Nabokov ?
I got there early but Sally was gone.
Nine Oçlock came early but not for Sally.
The restaurant was closed.
No one to rally.
I left alone feeling empty;
both in the dark
and without lights.
Clinging still; the morning stark.
Later on; when I returned
and greeted fast by Sally.
Where were you this fair A.M.
When I was here to tally?
That is way too early
said Sally now with zest.
Making me feel quilty
and putting it to rest.
So; lay my Sally on her side
and face her to the North.
And pray she comes in early
her food is to and forth.
Worry,I am quilty of you,
I woke up calm this morning--
but few hours I am freaking out.
Every little issue shivers my spine.
Can I play with stress or handle
my anxiety?
Just getting extra frown lines;
I am a pointless panicker.
When I am anxious I get
headaches,palpitations,
stomach pains or
sleeplessness.
I do panic and always carry
a sense of unease.
There's always something to lose--
my health and happiness.
BEST SOLUTION-- ready to
cope with stress and concetrate
on how to solve my worries.
Share my anxiety with someone
having a sense of understanding.
Wipe away,my worry lot
and get on life endeavours.
My unnecessary pressure that
I put on,
fading away.
Boosting my mood and reduce
my fears of ups and downs.
Size the day[carpe diem]
and cope with worries and
enjoy the best of life.
chipepo lwele
We can't share this body any longer Him and Me.He is killing me and draining me of
my strength.He is a weak and pathetic excuse for a person. Oh how I despise him He is
always crying and Constantly trying to kill us both. He has even come close a couple times
it was my strength that brought us back! Oh how he makes my blood boil. I want him gone, I
want to kill him! But he runs and hides from the light and has survived everything I have
thrown at him. His only good quilty is that He just wont die. He is nothing but a
cockroach and I want him GONE!
I used to wonder if there was such a thing as the perfect family.
I'v lived a sad old life of inconsistency. All I ever wanted was some stability.
I shyed away from human affection, lived a life of deception.
I now realise I can only save myself.
I am 34 with a family of my own. I spent so long feeling down over their mistakes and their errors I couldnt sleep had night tremors.
People say 'get over it or 'the others are not like you'. well I am who I am and it effected me, why should I lie im true to myself
I see her out of a sense of duty cutting ties wont change whats been done cause the damage is done.
I wont feel quilty anymore or ashamed as I am not to blame. Why do the innocent ones suffer for other peoples mistakes?
I'm done with looking back
Feeling quilty, resentful and sad,
No putting all the blame on you
Just cherish what we once had.
Two much alike stranger's
Bond together as friends,
Thinking only of it growing
But, never on if it end's.
Many year's different in age
Yet, each other's company we share,
Reveal so much about ourselves
No other could we ever compare.
Thought we knew each other
We got along oh so well,
But, each had skelatons in the closet
Just how was we to tell.
Now here we both stand
On the opposite side of the wall,
Seem's as if we're at the end
Never knew each other after all.
Perhaps it was pure fate,
That made us a friend,
But, its not the reason it failed
Its because of us it came to an end.
Friends may come and go
Many stay around for years,
They become just like family
Without them seems life disappears.
Things go smooth and great
Can't wait for the next chat,
Laughter and tear's you share
Thinking how sweet is that.
Then as quickly as it started
Things begin to change,
Lies and fighting non-stop
New plans you quickly arrange.
Wanting it all as it once was
Inside know its really ment to be,
But no compromise in the future
Agree to just set each free.
The days after are lonely
A perfect friendship has died,
One is quilty of being to controling,
The other because they have lied.
Accusing and pointing a finger
Saying the other is to blame,
Knowing its just not true
For your both equal in shame.
Time and time again it is
You both agree to again try,
The same arguements occur
Its just different days go by.
So, how doe's one know
If they should simply stay,
Or if there is no real solution
But, turn and just walk away.
My darkness hides the quietness that drives me insane.
The windows cry and plea from all my pain.
The walls watch and feed learning from all those dirty deeds.
The body grow empty from all the quilty lies.
I hide deep within my lives wasting time.
Feeding the beast that becomes who I hate most.
Shame makes me hide.
Hell bleeds me.
The fallen surfer the sin pours out like rain in puddles oozing down my face.
Turning time back makes no since noone to help with no where to turn.