A love potion meant for her high school beau
She mistakenly spilled in my Latte to-go
With my passions on fire
When I expressed my desire
She replied "You're a bit too old, Romeo"
by Robert Gorelick
Tell her when you see her your not too old
That the fire in your soul never goes cold
And you don’t need potion
For showing emotion
As your passion is remotely controlled
by Belle Bellevue
Fish
I am cheesy.
I am straightforward, dead inside, tired, and sarcastic.
Brother of Tyrone.
Lover of nothing, no one, and nobody.
Who feels hatred for this poem, smooth, and closed.
Who fears showing emotion, socialization, and girls.
Who would like to see the world end, a brand new Ps4 that’s for him, and food.
Resident of 3401 Mustang Way, Hemet, CA 92545.
I am a fish.
The way to a man's heart is through his heart
Contrary to how the old saying goes
After all my years this is what I've discovered
It's an axiom most people don't know
The “through his belly” quote wasn't accurate
As far as this old guy's concerned
If you could know me now you'd know for sure
The name “sentimental slob” is earned
Hate to admit it, I slobber at sad movies
Are real men supposed to blubber
Or is that an old saying from way back when
Now it's okay for men to splutter
Showing emotion wasn't thought of as macho
The way it's been all these years
Always been expected to be real tough jocks
And never ever shed any tears
Well I'm telling you here and now, my friends
That's a great big load of crap
If you're ever moved to show some emotion
Ladies love a sentimental chap
problems are many
but with the pen my problems are semi
living life one page at a time
trying to stay in a straight line
consider me after you know my problems
with God I’m stronger, and my mind softens
he makes me not a monster
helping me to be somewhat smarter
was south bound straight to a dark place
was going north erasing my mind staying in space
counting the pain in chronological order
defining my bipolar disorder
flip a switch and I see red
unrational fears in my head
pouring my soul to a higher power
time after time my prayers got louder
sometimes crying in mental pain
but my reasons are not in vain
never really showing emotion
because inside I know something is broken
but not all is lost
man if it was not for god my life would be tossed
realization is the key to empowerment
and empowerment is the key to betterment
until I’m gone and over
I remain a soldier
Polar.
His life is hell
It will never be well
He has to hide
His thoughts inside
He can never be free
or ever be me
He is hated
Always incapacitated
There are only two
that help him be who
he is today
And show him the way
his life will never be the same
They think it’s all a game
able to be in control
Living with a black soul
He is always tested
but never bested
Test after test
Never given a rest
He is always told
You’ll never die old
You’ll just be nothing
Never something
Never rich, but never poor
At peace, never more
Battling untreated depression
People wondering why he shows aggression
Showing emotion
Unabidding devotion
Hiding the true thought
Going through his day like a robot
his life is a multi-layered lie
Don’t know why he bothers to try
No one wants me
Was this my destiny?
I need to do something to change your mind. Because it's not possible to go back in time. So I need to show you what lies within. I need to let down this wall and shed this skin. I need to prepare myself for showing emotion. I need to compare my worth to your devotion. I need to devote myself with no diversion. Because anyone else but you would be a demotion. I need to show you your wait was not in vane. I need to throw in the towel and quit playing games. I need to bury myself deep inside and let the man you love come back alive. Because that's the guy I'm ready to be. And you deserve so much more than what you see in me. But I'm ready to show you that he's still here. And he's ready to - poof - reappear. So I'm ready to do and I'm ready to show, and I'm ready to give you everything that I owe. I need you to see that there is an old me. And I'm ready to do what you told me. On so many nights, after so many fights, because of so many lies, too many times. So the new me is gone, I bury that guy. And the old me is back, so come give me a try.
The way to a man's heart is through his heart
Contrary to how the old saying goes
After all my years this is what I've discovered
It's an axiom most people don't know
The “through his belly” quote wasn't accurate
As far as this old guy's concerned
If you could know me now you'd know for sure
The name “sentimental slob” is earned
Hate to admit it, I slobber at sad movies
Are real men supposed to blubber
Or is that an old saying from way back when
Now it's okay for men to sputter
Showing emotion wasn't considered masculine
The way it's been all these years
Strangely we're expected to be real jocks
And never ever shed a tear
Well I'm telling you here and now, my friends
That's a great big load of crap
If you're ever moved to show some emotion
Ladies love a sentimental chap
© Jack Ellison 2013
Never was good at showing emotion
Before meeting my sweetie pie
She helped me outta this funk I was in
Now a happy outgoing guy!
Enjoying life to the absolute fullest
Excitement fills my every day
The richest man on the face of the earth
There's nothing more I can say
Really been blessed throughout my life
Why am I the fortunate one
Others suffer through sadness and pain
While mine's just laughter and fun
Maybe it's the genes bequeathed to us
The luck of the draw that decides
Will we be wearing a perpetual smile
Or will sadness fill up our eyes
Whatever the answer, I thank my stars
Couldn't have asked for anything more
Blessed is a word that is so often used
In my case, it's true to the core
© Jack Ellison 2012
You say to break the attachment
As if it's just a switch
Like I could be in love with you one day
And the next, those feelings ditch
When I cry, I know it hurts you
To see that I'm in pain
But you wont admit, you even push me further
Your inconsistency drives me insane
When I'm with you, you've the softest touch
You hold my hand & want to cuddle
You open doors; you'll be a gentleman
Even carry me over puddles
You'll call me sweet & gorgeous
That I'm beautiful, that I'm your girl
Sing me love songs & propose to me
You'll be the cutest guy in the world
But when we seem to just get closer
You'll push, even shove away
You'll swear that you don't need me
You don't care if I go or stay
I want to scream, just tell me what you want
YOU be the one to put yourself out there
You're so afraid of showing emotion
Maybe you're just afraid to care
Never knowing what comes next,
Never knowing how to feel.
Never knowing lifes passion,
Never knowing its appeal.
Never sure how to hold on,
or go toward the next step.
Never sure what to think
or who to believe.
Never wanting others to know,
how you feel inside.
Never wanting others to know,
the confusion you hide.
Never showing your pain,
Never showing emotion.
Never showing how to help,
Never giving a notion.
Never letting others in,
Never letting them know.
Never letting you mind open,
for all to show.
Never understanding life
or anything it brings.
Never understanding friendships
or people, or most anything.
Always wanting a chance,
Never taking it.
Always alone,
Never a friend.
You see her smile, and she seems alright.
But what you don’t see is that she is crying inside
You think if she is sad, why doesn't she shed a tear?
Maybe showing emotion is her biggest fear.
She doesn't want people to see something is wrong.
All she wants is for people to think her heart is strong.
She doesn't want to know what others might say,
If she just broke out in tears one day.
Just remember what goes up must come down
And a smile can easily cover up a frown.
This girl, if you cannot see,
Is no one other than me.
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