"Of course, I can vouch for him to work in your bank''
He is the most honest, trustworthy genuine conscientious, reliable person I've ever met!.''
"'Yes, I met him in jail two weeks ago.''- Peter Dome. 2024.
It is my unwavering understanding
And a humble earnest opinion
I may be I'm wrong in other people's eyes
And open to conjecture and open to a discussion
In a civilized objective debate
It may not even bother you
But really knowing someone you may think you know
Inside out that may cast no shadow of adoubt and deceit
But it may not have anything to do with distrust at all
But stories yet unread and uncomplete
Then trust is just a word until it's earned
As I know only too well I had to learn
As I have had my fingers burned
Just too many times
And tread upon some explosive landmines
If it lasts just a short time
Or life
And there are missing blanks to fill in
If that's what you need to know
Or better off not to know
The person in question
Over time in increments
Gives you another jigsaw piece
That makes you understand who they are
And just where they have been.
I can smell her now, sedentary. Face uncomplete, while sitting in the middle of the bed, wearing no pants. The best parts are sometimes our own faults. She says “I never lied to you as everything I felt and said to you was true at the time. I did not lie or act out to get attention. I did not say things intentionally to hurt or trick you. I, only ever responded to, you. In my way".
She says after many months and just like yesterday. Telling me " I feel time and life are too precious to stay in connection with others who have massively different energies, as it hurts us both, in the end”. While now laying down, pulling at her hair while looking elsewhere. “We didn't find each other in this life, so that we could change one another, its feels like you resent me”. My girlfriend jumps in and out of bed, more than others, often mistaking this for love. I say nothing, she turns the light off and I fall asleep.
SHORT WAY
SHORT WAY DON’T CHOOSE
LONG WAY ALWAYS CHOOSE
SHORT WAY NEVER GIVE SUCCESS
LONG WAY TAKE TIME BUT GET SUCCESS
SHORT WAY IS UNCOMPLETE KONWLEDGE
LONG WAY IS COMPLETE KNOWLEDGE
SHORT WAY CAN MISLEAD YOU
LONG WAY CAN LEAD YOU
SHORT WAY IS NEVER GAIN
GET SUCCESS PLEASE TRY AGAIN
DON’T TAKE IT EASY ANY WORK
DON’T TAKE SHORT WAY IN WORK
ALWAYS CHOOSE LONG WAY, GET SUCCESS IN SHORT WAY
Endings become outcome in uncomplete stories with making a point
Cliche used: Only time will tell
For Monoku 5: Cliche Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
January 5, 2018
Roads are shared,when to take a freeway out to your destination has no more significance then the ride. Needing to use a "POSTER" to hide your face when the
back-up hasnt showed up signs of a ____
Accept defeat & join in signs of a ____
Accept orders like a dog signs of a ____
Tint your own blood for the poster signs of a ____
B-ack stabbing low scums
I-naccomplishment of becoming a man
T-ruth kills you inside
C-rown the next
H-IDE HIDE HIDE boy run to the poster
You say be myself
But how can I when I know they’ll reject me
I feel so fake here
Like I’m living a lie
Be myself
Well how in the hell am I supposed to do that
People who know me I’ve known for years
And some of them confirmed my fears
Saying **** behind my back
Telling my secrets
Only friends with me because they liked my brothers
Tomboy
Freak
Different
Uncomplete
This is me
Be myself
Why don’t you show me how
Just one step then push me out or just drag me out
I just need help coming out
So just give me a tip or give me a call
You say be myself
Well tell me how
The Complaint
Sir we have a complaint against you. It seems you stink you wear your shoes
twice longer than most people do. Tell us in your own words how often do you
change those socks. My left sock has been on for far too long my foot is sweaty
it's so much shorter than the other one and rubs the shoe against the foot when
all eye do is walk in them. Eye find a sock every now and then within the week if
this eye can and most every day is now the best and then is when eye change
them again. Who was the complainer who was it the dike who dissed me some
eye bet it was she cannot stand the stink of unwashed socks. She must have
saw the way she looked at me in the mirror of my eye she seemed so
uncomplete eye cry when people look at me them ways. They fished in the wrong
water hole much longer they came up empty and the eye is smelling like a water
lily. Some men leave the clothes upon the back a bit too longish they turn black or
faded yellow with the stains of sweat and salt it would embarrass them if you
made a complaint.
The Complaint
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