My whole nervous systems fried
There's a day I haven't cried
From the feelings I've bounced
all around--it's like you pounced
On a heart you suffocated
That can't be resuscitated
My life force is being drained
And your footprint is engrained
With tread marks of certain doom
You didn't leave me any room
To catch any of my breath
My hearts being squished to death
Along with the love I gave
Now its all just in the grave
You buried my love away
Stomping on it till the day
I no longer live any more
You hated me down to the core
From the start I don't know why
All these years was just a lie
Categories:
stomped, abuse, grief, pain, relationship,
Form: Rhyme
Trump Rompted and Stomped
There are times when Trump teleprompted;
And while in Bristol then he often stomped;
When near,
Do disappear;
Over many opponents romped and romped.
Jim Horn
Categories:
stomped, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
My whole nervous systems fried
There's a day I haven't cried
From the feelings I've bounced
all around--it's like you pounced
On a heart you suffocated
That can't be resuscitated
My life force is being drained
And your footprint is engrained
With tread marks of certain doom
You didn't leave me any room
To catch any of my breath
My hearts being squished to death
Along with the love I gave
Now its all just in the grave
You buried my love away
Stomping on it till the day
I no longer live any more
You hated me down to the core
From the start I don't know why
All these years was just a lie
Categories:
stomped, emotions, heart, heartbroken, lost
Form: Rhyme
I let people walk over me like the rug i thought i was,
flat and faced down on the cold floor,
where no one can see,
the pain and hurt brewing underneath.
I let people trample my soul like the dirt on the ground,
dry, cracked without a life source to live,
desperately trying to find,
that something to help it live.
I let people stomp on my dreams like they do concrete,
hard and fast in a blink of time,
without remorde for the feelings,
nor sympathy for my hope.
Oh, why do i let people walk, trample and stomp on me,
is it because i haven't found the voice i need to speak for myself,
or is it because i am too scared to just be me,
maybe it is because i can't find the fight inside to fight to walk, trample, and stomp on them.
Categories:
stomped, dream, fear, people, people,
Form: Free verse