tough love
some say it is the best way
so they toss their child out with the trash
she climbs back in the window
huddles under her blankets
praying you won’t find her
you do not feel guilty
you do not care
you are a parent who is stressed and strapped
for forty-six years you have coddled her
working three jobs whereas she has had none
whose fault is this?
I am here..To rip up any carefully concocted notions.' To stamp on obcenitys' and dis-abuse all and
Sundry of sepia toned views, of
Disgusting historical humans who
Have been hitherto venerated as
Almost God.? If not as replacements'
Indeed I will rip the rose tinted glasses
From your very noses ' And trample on
Your toes'es.' In order to wake you up.'
As indeed all heaven knows'es.)
And thats just for starters'
So help me God.!
I found this site called Poetry Soup
Here you can get applause from a group
So I started writing poems, none make the best
My family tells me to "give it a rest."
I need some tough love, some commenter to say
"Your talent is poor, go outside in the day."
Instead, the site policy is to always give praise
Can anything save me - I hope it's just a phase.
Every time I say a sentence, I think of a rhyme
For instance, "dime, time, buy some outshine"
Can't stop rhyming, can't stop writing
I can't get a life that is more exciting.
So to all you young men, sitting on that stoop
Stay away from Poetry Soup
Find yourself another hobby, get some fresh air
Don't be like me, stuck in this creative lair.
Searching for a word, sinking in despair.
So, She KICKS
Me In The Ass,
Instead've KISSssing
Me Goodbye,
And Says:
"Get Out Of The Way..."
Shorty.
-Gray Squirrel
10-15-2025
mom fed baby birds
pushed out of the nest by mom
they must learn to fly
Be careful with giving yourself too much grace and kindness. Sometimes we benefit from giving ourselves tough love too. - Strength
You don't need a listener,
let your heart muscles
pound out
a blind-folded poem.
Practice hand to hand combat
with your unlettered soul
until it lays down defeated.
Marshal the words,
articulate their fractured forms.
in the dark, wake up
the light,
it is your next unwritten page,
destroy its blank face.
Male Parasite Stabs Female in Neck With Peenis.
Males,which live up to six hours,fly around looking
for these embedded females,with which they'll mate
and then die,After the larvae emerge from the female,
she dies too.This is called suicidal sax or lethal sax.
Pacific salmon die after spawning the chinook species.
After her first batch of eggs hatch,mothers first
regurgitate food for newly emerged spiderlings and
then let the spiderlings eat her.Sperm competition drives
suicidal reproduction in antechinus and other marsupials.
These marsupials show extreme sexual behaviour and physiology.
Note.Are you ready to die Miss Luna Silver??? tha tha injection??
clutching at straws
struggling without cause
falling further behind
your actions you malign
slipping into despair
considering your life unfair
borne of self-destruction
feeding your own seduction
whirling into frustration
feeling deep desperation
no extended hand
sinking in quicksand
well, so what my dear friend
believe it or not, this is not the end
suck it up, buttercup
this is the part where you get up
you didn’t die; you weren’t maimed
no one but you is to blame
fight for your dignity, your self-esteem
join the humankind mainstream.
I slept on it overnight so I wouldn't lash out
The words I'd have said would not have been kind
Conflicted between feelings of anger and sorrow
I needed to pause and absorb your one-lined reply
Being your last priority has become tiresome
So I bit my tongue, and kept my thoughts to myself
And I've decided no longer to tolerate
Your selfish ways are damaging to my health
Two can play this 'waiting game' of hide and seek
By letting your one-lined response stand alone
As for my absence, well, you'll figure out how it feels
But this time it's my move that will be the unknown
August 29, 2020
@katladyt_
she tossed and turned
she was missing something
but what?
the night was long already
and the clock didn’t tell
how long before morning
she tossed and turned
in limbo for twenty-seven
she’d be damned
if she went one extra
without an account
to give her kinsmen
she tossed and turned
over dreams long gone bad
she’d found strange
comfort with sorrow
this could easily be
her tomb unless awakened
she tossed and turned
a pinch might do some good
when she cried in her sleep
salvation lay
in the gracious slap of
a friend’s water and whip
she neither tossed nor turned
her eyes knew better than to close
the hands of a friend
weren’t always gentle
but this last piece of hell
was beaten out of her
or was it?
I tried to give you all my love
But that for you was not enough
I wanted you to love me to
But I just never ever knew
Did you or didn’t you
I tried to give you all my love
I know now that was far too tough
Although it took a while for me to read the clue
I am glad there is no more me or you
Far better to live my life alone
Than spend it bowing at your throne
I tried to give you all my love
But enough was enough
DAMO
Love is a gift unconditional to blood
Flowing through veins, strong like a flood
Freely given from the womanly vessel
But oft whith which I fought and wrestle
Though The years have not always been kind
Your strange kind of love was strong in my mind
My own self destruction, to which I was blind
Your tough love was needed for myself to find
Harder it is for the one giving love
To be strong and caress with a rough iron glove
Because a lesson worth learning needs to be earnt
For without the hard yards nought will be learnt
So yes I admit to have given you grief
But the lessons I’ve learnt have offered relief
I now sleep easy, content, warm and proud
I offer up Thank You with grateful head bowed
Tough love is on display
Because, the child has been lead astray
Following the wrong crowd
And sadly, wasting her life away
Both parents are in a state of worry
They just want their child back
Words of encouragement have been given
Hopefully, she will move towards the right track
Throughout life there will be many lessons
Others have come through so will you too
Until that moment we won't learn how too
Giving up it might seem the easier option
How will we learn if we don't even try it
Learning it's one of the key of living our life
Once we know those lessons are learnt
Vulnerability it's a sign of strength we learn
Everything that we face can be overcomed
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