When they become a toxin in your mind,
when they steal, lie, and threaten your life,
even if they're blood, it's time to cut ALL ties.
Your heart was not meant to be used as a spittoon.
Your mind was not meant to be used as a trampoline
for their a flimsy-half assed sobriety.
Walk away, cut them loose before they spit and cut on you.
Your life is a precious gem to be treated with great respect.
Two-legged toxins dull luster and fang the pulse from the neck.
too many
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belly ache and tongue lickin's ~
every bite sickens
flushing toxins out
excretory system works
thank God*, I'm relieved
*1 Thessalonians 5:18 In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
October 2, 2023
1st place, "A HI-POO SENRYU" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by John lawless; judged on 10/30/2023
I once compared myself to black mold;
the toxic kind that spreads
Contaminating surfaces, only feelings of regret
What used to be a room full of people, now has no one left
Wondering if I’ve caused this, was it something that I said?
Questions go unanswered, that’s when it starts to spread
Like a ball of yarn unraveling;
from a single thread
I’m not sure how to stop it, I’d rather just forget
And let the toxins take me until disease has set
Spores will start to germinate, maybe mushrooms next
Consuming every part of me, only black mold was left
Sea anemone’s tentacles toxins kill
But the clownfish has a special skill.
Poison immune
Will return soon
Bringing food to sea anemone, regular drill.
The universe is an enormous place
Where we can measure distance in light years
But fragility lives within that space
And is the cause of many human fears
Oceans we sail and the air that we taste
Are more fragile than the strands of spun glass
Streams and rivers run foul with toxic waste
As they threaten to destroy us en masse
But those fragilities are naught, my friend
When compared with my teenaged daughter's heart
It is either broken or on the mend
As some young Romeo tears it apart
The foul teeming seas with their toxic blobs -
The carbon emissions filling our air
Pale when compared to the soft, stifled sobs
From that fragile girl with the golden hair
10/16/2017
For contest Fragile by John Hamilton
10/16/2017
For contest Fragile by John Hamilton
injection of
emotional toxins
poisoning the heart
with disdain
creating unrealistic
impressions from a
negative standpoint
causing the world to
be seen through eyes
of resentment
Toxins in your body
Toxins on your skin
We put all these things into our bodies
in an aim to be beautiful and thin
Some are very potent, and very strong
others are illegal and very very wrong
all these things can harm your body, they don't do you any good.
just be happy with who you are and treat yourself to a chocolate pud!!
The blessed boys of Ireland, proclaiming another Soulful note; their favourite topic
Love, and a child upon an April morn, where a shot rang out; twas time's curtain torn
Resurrecting dreams thought lost while babies bled; heart's repressed by chains they wore
Ancient doctrine, from his Potter's fields ?
...."In Progress." *
I write what I know, and know what I write.
I travel through time, every rhyme with might.
Ruminating the past; its wrongs and its rights.
Any time of the day, and any darkness of night.
I pen history and its future, as small as it seems,
Inking a mission, my pen shadows my dreams.
I engrave bits of pain, through every extreme.
Inscribing a passion, my script and its regime.
My pen is much mightier, than an army indeed,
it slashes its victims with a whimsical need.
It destroys its targets, planting a poetic seed.
It preys on cruelty, and the abusive it feeds.
Feeding a toxic dose, of words and rhymes,
serving a deadly concoction of ink in time.
For the tongue is more lethal in words of rhyme,
the triumphant work of a poet; yours and mine.
The toxins leak-
Into my lungs, scathing them,
Painfully I exhale,
It doesn’t even cross my mind.
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