I am not letting you rent a space inside my head.
No, you are not living here no more.
Stop running up and down in my head.
You trampled my heart, step on it.
Now you're coming in and out, up and down in my head.
Leave me alone, I am good on my own.
I want to die, I can’t take this anymore....you are breaking my soul.
Leave my head, you reckless soul, you crack my heart, now you want a room in my head. I will not have you here … Leave me, you wicked soul. Go back to hell, you evil spirit…depart from me.
Leave me alone, you reckless soul. You are haunting me. My heart and head are a war, love and hate playing games in my head …who is winning, I can’t tell …you evil spirit, leave me alone
Stop… stop, get off my mind, you wicked, evil man.
Never at rest, ever restive
like shifting sands of the desert,
my mind is
a labyrinth of quagmires and booby traps,
you step on it
and you’ll either be sucked in
or blown to smithereens…
Going in is a child’s play
Coming out—
A gauntlet run!
I stepped on poop the day before.
The ends of my baggy jeans were full of it.
,,mhmmm, not tasty", I say to my rommate.
This thing ruined my entire day.
So when my dog pooped the other day,
I brought a bag and brought it away.
Do I want people to step on it? Not really.
A common stone in the middle of the street
Does not draw attention even if they step on it
But a precious jewel hidden from sight
Is chased by fanatics even in depth of night
August 28, 2023
Oh you! You sick man!
Seeing me so low from you makes you grin.
I crawl on my knees, you laugh.
Is it that enjoyable to see my pain?
Sure, I won’t crack, I’m not like them.
Ill show you. I may not be physically stronger than you,
But my mind, oh my mind! Yours is nothing compared to mine.
I step on it, crush its measly cracks.
Oh you! Sick man!
You may be stronger than me,
But I am wiser than you.
I wield the weapon of a pen and paper,
Which is stronger than your kick, punch and love.
I spit at your manliness; I smile at my womanhood.
Seems like they both need new definitions.
JIMMY CARTER
There's so many shortages
we don't know what to do
we're outa gas and coffee beans
and outa money, too.
The congress hasn't been much help
and peanuts just won't do,
so Jimmy please be good for us,
and we'll be good for you!
Well my car's a little bit
extravegant, I know,
it's got an air conditioner
and 440 makes it go!
And every time I step on it
it pours the gas right through
and congress doesn't like my car,
but they drive guzzlers, too!
Well Jimmy Carter's leading us from desperation
and he's trying to save the family car
but the road hog is a gasser
and the gas ain't no cheaper
at the rate that we're goin now---we won't go far!
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
She's like bubble gum
I take her out of the wrapper
Put her in my mouth
Chomp down
It taste good at first
There's no denying that
The taste is wonderful
It's sugary and sweet
There's new touches of sweetness that I can savor
I swoosh it around in my mouth
I blow a big bubble
And I then hear her pop
There's no better sound
Than to hear that pop
It's a thrill
Then after awhile
The taste looses it's sweetness
It becomes a chore
I swoosh it around my mouth
It's seems rudimentary
Not complimentary
I blow a big bubble
It doesn't pop
It lost it's flavor
I then take the bubble gum
Look at it for the last time
Toss it out into the wind
And let someone else step on it
It's that easy
There's more bubble gum to unwrap
Baby out there is thinking what the heck
Is he talking about
She's right
She's still in the wrapper
Freshly minted
Gift wrapped
Waiting to arrive, I bet
Baby out there is thinking what the heck
Is he talking about
She's right
I'm just having fun,
dreaming
connie pachecho
1/14/17
This longing I have, this desire so true
Yet an empty pit that gnaws and grows
My love, my pain, my light, my fire
I have not much but my soul to give
Vulnerable, desperate, frustrated, pleading;
Turning, rolling, tumbling, screaming
Even in sleep I cannot escape the truth
That pushes me into familiar depths
Desolate, cold, alone, unloved
I turn towards you, but you turn away
I step closer, and you fade away;
Cruel illusions of a restless mind
Distorted,
Plagued with desire and pride;
I placed my heart in your hands
But it fell,
Twisted, shattered in tears of blood;
Step on it if it cannot be mended;
End this hope, this pain;
Return what once was mine.
24/3/16
Go ahead and sit there.
Rip my glass heart out and throw it to the ground.
Step on it with bare feet and smile at the pain that shoots through you.
Smile at me, crying and begging you to stop.
I'm made of paper, my scars ripping open and igniting like flames.
I hate you.
I hate this everlasting pain that I feel.
I once said your eyes looked like the galaxy and now I believe they
resemble the blackest frozen waters.
Oh, what I would give if I could just wish it all away. Everything.
You tear every part of me apart, and smile while doing it.
You kill me like a bullet to the chest and the worst part is,
I let you.
I allowed you to throw me around, lie, and play me like a game.
Well I'm done, tired, no more games.
Because I don't play games with people who don't play fair.
So take your pity and shame and play it else where,
because this stadium is closed,
and this glass is shattered
Nowadays I have a different prayer:
Don't keep me from trouble,
Teach me how to walk through trouble.
Don't lift me up to the sky,
Give me wings so I can fly,
When they want to bury me,
Don't get me out of the pit,
Help me shake the dust and step on it,
It will lift me higher.
Don't give me fish,
Teach me how to fish,
Don't pick me up when I fall,
Give me the strength to rise up when I fall,
Don't love me too much,
Give me the chance to love me too.
Don't hide me under your wings all through,
Give me the courage to walk alone when I have to,
Don't cure my pain at instant,
Help me learn what it teaches,
Don't wipe away every tear I shed,
Give me the chance to wipe some of my tears,
to feel them on my fingertips.
Don't make me feel like am the best,
Teach me that in a way we all best,
So I can be humble,
Don't forget to watch over me,
for without you am nothing.
pausing on
behalf of those that
want you to
walk quicker, to
step on it,
to “be all that you
can” be (clocked in
to their own rat
race which you have taken
part in because you
feel that if you don’t
then the world
around you will
stop turning & from
there on out everything that
you once knew will
crumble around your
feet all because you
refused to play the game
& be one of the folks that
stands around that water
cooler babbling about
each other’s sex lives &
who is more of an
alcoholic than the others &
who might get fired this
week if they don’t get
down on all fours & beg
to keep on sucking that
big ol’ corporate *****
which they will flail in your
face a thousand time over
until you can taste nothing
but sweaty ejaculate) in the
name of all that is
profit-making & business
worthy, market savvy &
expedient within the context
of an executive nature of
things---swing that briefcase
sweet servant & pretend that
what you do now will improve
your chances of not having to
deep-throat slimy corporate
dong for the rest of your
life---you didn’t sell your
soul, no---you sold your right
to speak of ever having one.
Broken and confused
I left my heart in your hands
Do whatever you please
Just don't step on it again
It's still healing from past relationships
Stilll taking its time
Falling in love again
So don't feed it lies
That will make it believe stronger
Don't feed it love
Because it'll only increase its hunger
To live off of love
Surely not heart felt
Broken and confused
I came to you
The only person I knew
That loved me for me
Yet you fed me lies
And gave impure love to my heart
You caused me
To feel this way
Something I'd never felt before
Is this love or just pain
Seems like everytime I think of you
And what used to be.
Can't believe we said our goodbyes
About a year ago
Living without you is hard
But with you is tougher
Than I ever imagined
Broken and confused
Smoke is everywhere
Deep breath
Inhale
Blow out
You smell it
It smells of death
You poison other people
Around you
Near you
You hate
You know it does no good
You dont care though
You take in another breath
Think of everyone
You're affecting
Blow out
You start to laugh
Smile on your face
You love hurting people
You don't care about them
Breath in
Breath out
It all over
You throw it away
Step on it
So it doesn't start a fire
It takes away anger
It takes away pain
Great invention
Made by men
It is
The cigarette
You may use this toilet, but please do not spoil it,
Quit being mean by keeping it clean.
Flush it with water, not with what’s meant to drink,
If you care for others you won’t let it stink,
Ensure your aim is always true,
Use the right place meant for doing what you do.
Never leave bits and pieces lying around,
Inside the potty, not made on the ground.
Others may step on it, perhaps fall and trip?
Just because you made, an uncivil slip.
Always put value on that gleaming commode,
Whether in ceramic or moulded from spode.
Inside your home it would be ever so shining,
Why leave some strangers all worked up and whining?
Paying respect to everything going in under your snout,
Also pay attention to whats coming out.
-Prince Freakasso
(Painter & Poet)
Don’t you detest the fact
When she creeps around
With a smile on her face
So pleasurably helpful
To Embark
My problems
On her problems
Without acting as
Propelled
But you just remain
To spot what’s next...
What’s next?
When you fall into the bottom of the pit
And we walk over you
What’s next huh?
When you’re caught in the desert with 8 lives left
And we fly over you on a jetpack
What you going to do next?
When you’re on a roof with your best friend spider on your wall
Its name is Fred right?
..Did I just step on it?
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