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-The Last Straw-
Sometimes he went too far
Shunning the sunlight, wading into the dark
swimming in places the sun couldn't find
shifting the wind to suit his own fall
speeding through life with his back to the wall
where he'd spit in the eye, and bend all the rules
yet with something to find, that was not of this world
spilling his guts
wading through fog, feeling the chill
unfurled in a dream
that was seen through a glass
while he looked for asylum in the black of the night
Boomerang words were like bats out of hell
to dwell in the mind and rattle the bones
of someone with soul, who feels all alone
changing their world from the outside in
Students mull over his words, taking sides
A skate on thin ice
Some call it nice........some call it sludge
slugging it out, from opposite sides
Some can't decide........ some claim to hate it
Fate has a name. Genius I'd say
Some of us stumble, and tumble right in
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For Contest Sponsored By Amy Green 4/7/14
Genius
Resubmitted for PD's Contest: 101 in a Row #14
9/16/16
A hostage to fortune, a throw of the dice
Your confidence blind as you skate on thin ice
The plans that made that you think cannot fail
Are full of ambition yet decidedly frail
Life’s so unpredictable, full of surprise
The sworn promises given turned out to be lies
The anger you feel at the hands of a cheat
Dreams are in tatters you thought were complete
Your shattered that life should put you to the test
When all of the time you were doing your best
You now start to wonder just how you will cope
Life undermines all but it can’t defeat hope
So never give up, whilst there’s sun in the sky
Stare the adversity straight in the eye
Face up to your demons ignore all the dread
Tomorrow, plain sailing so full steam ahead
Dysfunctional Interventions
Dysfunctional interventions
Spiritually twisted at times
Not to mention these convictions
weighing heavily above me
Who are you to judge me?
I have one life to live
What, do you have more?
The way you skate on thin ice
you should already be sore
Those notes written across your lips
that you spit so swift
like a bat out of hell
Your soul you try to sell
Oh, but wait…that’s your wishing well
What you wish upon me
Shall be done to you
Cause God don’t like ugly
If only you knew
My demeanor is refreshing
Always count my blessings
My ambition is so futuristic
But you push me off to the side line
Like your quarter backs fill-in
Could you tell me what the deal is?
Maybe he is prince-charming
With envisions like me
But you turn it into an investigation
Like it’s a crime scene
Is it a crime to be happy?
Or is this jealousy and envy
that surround us constantly
Explanation from ignorance doesn’t suit me
Knowledge from wisdom circulates me frequently
These extremities exceed
The means of living way beneath
And these proceedings from predictions
Are dysfunctional interventions
By: Aleasha A. Martin
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