Every step I take I know I will regret
Thump
Thump
Thump
Each step is a step closer to the place I hate most
But can I really say that when it’s the only place I feel safe?
It’s my own mini-home, so why must I insatiably and greedily want something better?
It’s not like it’s ugly or small, smelly or uncomfortable, so why must I hate it the most?
Each step I take is a step away from what I long to have
Will they love me one day?
Will they ever want me?
Will they grow tired of trying?
I don’t mean to, but it’s only second nature
I leave like the selfish child they see me to be
Have I ever been a good child?
Have I ever given them something to love?
Have I ever given them a sense of completion?
This is what separates me and them
Every step
Every time I go forward, I lose something dear
Every time I go back, I lose something dear
Insaitable, am I?
Greedy, am I?
Their dark, unwelcoming, a path to doom but for some reason I still march forth
Thump
Thump
Thump
I’ll never say it out loud
I’ll never tell them
They miss me, I know they do
They tell me
They give me that gaze
Their eyes tell me all I need to know
It’s too late
Intro
Will your mom advise you as a friend for me?
Please, ask her
Are you a good boy or a disaster?
Don’t wanna waste my time
With someone like....
Verse 1
A boy said I’m too independent
and he’s unsure what he can give
I replied -if you’re asking this question
it simply means you’re missing the gift
A boy said that I’m too abnormal
that something must be wrong with me
because I’m alone
I replied - yes, I’m picky, not broken
but if you think so, you’re missing the point
Pre-Chorus
You’re missing the point
You’re missing the point
Chorus
Do I need to say it out loud?
I do not need the boys around
Verse 2
A boy said that I’m too complicated
’cause I’m asking the questions he doesn’t want
I replied: yes, I do, ’cause we’re strangers,
if you turn away, you’re missing the front
Pre-Chorus 2
You’re missing the front
You’re missing the front
outro
Will your mom advise you as a friend for me?
Please, ask her
Are you a good boy or a disaster?
Don’t wanna waste my time
With someone like you, boy
Inspired by The Beatles' song
"I want to hold your hand"
.......................
A lot still in my mind to say,
For you to understand, I pray.
See! Close to you I firmly stand,
But first, "I want to hold your hand".
As I pour out what’s in my mind,
Please let our hearts become aligned.
Let words flow with joy and with glee.
Say it out loud: you'll allow me.
So keen to get it right
Desperate to stop the cycle
I gave you love, trust and freedom
Used to turn away from the light
The lies never showed on your face
My heart longing to believe you
Whatever you do don’t say it out loud
Now bags are packed for a brand new place
Why didn’t I give you more of my time?
Why didn’t I try even harder?
Why didn’t I listen to all of you?
How could you ever commit a crime?
So I was never good enough
My heart knows that I have failed
New opportunities you can get without me
I send you away with all my love
I sleep when i clear all the fights
But little did i know
It was still in my sight
My head starts spinning
To the lemons life is giving
I don't wanna "try" anymore
I know i can't and i don't wanna score
Sorry that i can't bragged about
Once I'm done everyone is out
I say I'm done with everything i face
But that one moment resumes the race
I'm holding onto the rope too tight
That my hands are red and my eyes in fright
Still there is a hope inside
That i lend my thoughts a peaceful night
I know i don't make you proud
But now i can say it out loud
I know all my flaws and i accept them.
But,nothing i can do to change them.
well have you tried? did u really give up?
I just wanna try but I don't wanna stay up
WHISPER
Whisper it softly,
Whisper her name.
Whisper, “I love you.”
Shh .. don’t say it out loud.
I want her to know
But afraid what she’d say.
Suppose she just laughs
And walks away?
So I’ll whisper it softly.
23rd April 2023
Writing Challenge - W Words poetry contest
Sponsor - Constance La France
Oh my friends it seems
So many have confusion
Many have had dreams
Of this wicked intrusion
That comes from man
If only this we could ban
For they look to the sky
In blindness of the eye
No vision of it's within
That harbours one in sin
Seeking in there own will
It need of relief from a pill
Jesus came to give us living water
He is no need of us this wicked generation
Trying to water Him down
To adapt to there foolish lifestyle
If one don't believe it's better to just
Say it out loud maybe that's when
He shall show up , for the tounge
Can not hide who directs your path
The prince of this wicked world is one choice
The only other choice is new life in God
If you care for friends and family in love
I would not wait till they leave
To wish them rest and please in heaven
But seek for them to have it on earth
The kingdom of heaven is in our midst in this time
We need that new creation that within we are destroyed
So that God might reign within one to reveal
His glory and promise through Jesus
Holy Prayer
If words ain't enough, I'll say a prayer
Hoping that it will be heard
Cause I'm on my knees facing up
Hands clasp together as I say this prayer
I'm not worthy to demand anything
But I still come before you
Hoping that you'll hear this prayer
Cause this time I ain't praying for me
I'm praying for my dear old grandma
For her health to be back
For her to heal and get on her feet
Cause she's all I've got
I'm praying that she regains her smile
Cause she's my pillar in terms of despair
My rock when I've got noone there
A true representation of your presence here
That's why I pray for her speedy recovery
Cause she's got a lot to look forward to
And this prayer I've just said now
It's her who taught me, and that's why I say it out loud
The PO£T
Let Them Judge You
When you stand up and speak for the things you believe,
Or you show what you feel; wear your heart on your sleeve.
When your thoughts and opinions don’t follow the crowd,
And you’re brutally honest and say it out loud…
Let them judge you.
When you work extra hours for no extra pay,
To ensure the job’s done by the end of the day.
When you cover a colleague who’s often off sick,
Or tolerate bosses who get on your wick…
Let them judge you.
When you finally snap cos it’s all got too tough,
And you throw in the towel and shout, “I’ve had enough!”
When you storm off and leave everyone in a daze,
Muttering and commenting about your odd ways…
Let them judge you.
Let them judge and opinionate, gossip and label.
Let them do everything better than you, if they’re able.
Let them build you up, put you down, doubt your ability.
Let them chatter and natter with puerile hostility…
Let them judge you.
You know who you are, for greater or lesser.
No need to retort or to be the aggressor.
Their thoughts, words and deeds will judge them in turn.
They are feeble, and immature and not your concern.
So lost, yet now found
Schemed for my death, no longer bound
I was living a lie, too long believed
But now, I think I found the words
I found myself in His word
Captured by every page, every word
It was there all along, long forgotten
Right now, I think I found the words
I chose to watch from afar
And the lovely lives, my mouth ajar
I observed and admired their heart
Yet now, I think I found the words
I cried myself to sleep
Held my dying heart on my fingertips
Wallowing in pain, shame and grief
Standing now, I think I found the words
I can say it out loud
I will scream it to the whole wide world
Let the shout invade the air
Because now, I have found the words
On every page, written in my heart
I’m entangled in the strings to his heart
He captured my soul, body, skin and bone
Yea, now I have found the words
We can be equal without being the same.
Let's say it out loud, we shall be heard:
Look past my gender, and know my name.
This is not about gaining wealth or fame
Together let's stand, let's spread the word:
We can be equal without being the same.
No more fighting about who is to blame
What matters most, is the pain inferred
Look past my gender, and know my name.
Do not forget how far we came
Forward we march, for the pot has been stirred
We can be equal without being the same.
Who we are is no reason for shame
The lines between male and female are blurred
Look past my gender, and know my name.
We don't need a label, this isn't a game
Inequality still existing is completely absurd
We can be equal without being the same.
Look past my gender, and know my name.
I hide my true self in these lines.
My love is more written than spoken.
I know what I want.
But I can't afford to say it out loud.
I am living a lie.
I am masked.
When things occurred in the past,
and you were worried about it all,
changing your dreams into nightmares,
catching you into mental snares,
it is only water under the bridge.
Grudges kept for years are hard on the soul,
time passes on but forgiveness does not,
all you can remember someone hurt you bad,
leaving you in a state of being perpetually mad,
it is only water under the bridge.
Hurting others along your journey of life
makes you feel guilty and downright wormy,
apologize to the person if you possibly can,
if not, say it out loud to yourself and be a man,
it is only water under the bridge.
Today is what counts and yesterday is gone,
all your strife and worry is a waste of time,
broken hearts waltz with sorrows,
make the choice not to live in the wallows,
it is only water under the bridge.
Is your heartless breaking? Aching?
Or is your heartless taking another breath,
drawing back with fist clinched to strike again?
Never thought I could try so hard to hate someone,
and fail every time;
because it might be easier if I could hate you both.
I say it out loud, in attempt to make it real,
but the fact that you chose her over me is the only real thing I see.
And it's that fact, that holds me down,
hands clutching my neck,
strangling every breath from coming.
Again and again,
all I feel is relentless fear of memories.
Like the one when you said, "I don't love you anymore."
And then your corrections saying, "Maybe I never did."
So instead, I'll hold onto what is right in front of me.
Nothing.
THEY SAT TO DISCUSS WHO WOULD CREATE THE SCRIPT FOR BOTH FILMS.
SOME WANTED THE FILM TO CREATE AN IMAGE THAT THOSE WHO LIKED CERTAIN THINGS WOULD WANT TO SEE THE FILM.
IT WAS COMPLETELY FABRICATED LIES. "IF ANYONE THINKS THAT
MY EX HUSBAND WOULD HAVE BEEN SUCH A MEAN PERSON DOESN'T KNOW THIS BUSINESS.
THE GUY IN THE FILM WAS A NASTY FOOL. MY HUSBAND WAS A LOVING AND CARING MAN.
HE WASN'T KNOW SAINT BUT HE DIDN'T DO WHAT THEY SAID HE DID. AND WHEN HE MET LUCANIO HE DIDN'T OFFER HIM BEER, THEY DRANK THE FINEST WINES HONEY: THE FINEST WINES!"
THE EX WIFE
AND THE OTHER MOVIE MAKING HEADLINES IS CALL$$$$$ $$$$ WE CAN'T
SAY IT OUT LOUD DO TO RESTRICTIONS BY THE FILM COMPAN.
BUT IT'S A FULL FEATURE FILM ABOUT A BALLETTER WHO WAS A BARITONE
AND A TENO.
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