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Rhea Laverdure Poem
Remember when Macklemore rapped about Thrift Shop? And all you guys thought Valu Village was the place to make a big cash drop. Well you know what? I'll tell you the honest truth: y'all are walking around in lulus with someone else's cum stains, ew!
You think it's cheap to buy a shirt for $7.99 but I'll go to Guess and get that fresh fit feel for double the dime -- ****, it's on sale. That Thrift Shop movement was just a marketing trend made to persuade you sheep to not consume quality threads and a classier attitude.
It's not what you wear that makes you who you are but your clothes show it well when you're acting like trash at the bar. I guess I'm just saying stop dressing down. Ladies look lovely and thrifty isn't that nifty. It's nasty, you're wearing other people's sex wrinkles and sweat stains. Think of all the illnesses you could gain.. Damn, that's an exaggeration but we don't need a stanky nation..
Copyright © Rhea Laverdure | Year Posted 2014
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Rhea Laverdure Poem
In twenty fourteen, I'm in a space between
My twenties and thirties
Sitting on the dream that life will eventually
Mean something spectacular to me
In my washed out city town,
Its taught me a smile is irrelevant to a frown
We work until we sleep,
Opening ours eyes to dream
I'd leave the nest but I'm not ready yet,
I'm a yellow bird in a city of pigeons,
Lifting my dreams high, look at my vision
Sorry grandma, momma -- I'm not dying in the kitchen
The city hits dusk and I'm still not ready yet
I'm a little yellow bird swollen with pride, oh my
Please, I don't want to die for dreaming my dreams
And cresting on public steam to complete my beliefs
Draw a list of attention we all should receive
Can you blame this bird for trying to seethe
With society consistently oppressing - "stop, desist!"
In a blatant disregard to my political belief
Totalitarian Canadian society, we could dream,
Bleed and scream success in a world driven by make believe.
Copyright © Rhea Laverdure | Year Posted 2014
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Rhea Laverdure Poem
I lost faith in the world for the **** I'd been through. Walking down highways, always confused. I think I've seen more happy families driving along the Trans Canada than I've seen in person. You ever take what someone important said to heart? You ever had your closest accomplice -- your sister "from another mister" -- leave you at the door, feeling colder than you ever had before?
You were a liar and it made my anxieties perspire and I trusted you to make it through but you never gave yourself a chance. I listened to you on your bed and you put your dreams in my head. Maybe it's funny but I kind of didn't have the heart to give you my honesty. Ya know, cause you'd build me up and never be there for me.
Remember when you had that nasty school bus rumor and I said I'd smash a ***** who talked **** like that to you again? I wasn't lying, I was telling the truth. When you say you're sisters, it means I'd be there for you.
Sure I admit I say some bad things but it's only 'cause you grew a bit and disappointed me. Bragging for dick when you're better than that. I know you had artistic dreams and I fueled them with high grade gasoline and tossed you the keys but you were afraid to leave with me. I just wanted to see you soar after all the open wounds Pencity let you wore. Take you away from all the ******** and show my little sister some passion worth living for again.
But hey, I guess it doesn't matter if your siblings are blood related. They'll disappoint you in the end no matter where they came from. Either beat you down and lie to the cops or save you from being scared of making the wrong shots. Just thought you'd be there for me like I tried for you -- thought we were sisters, albeit scared little girls who grew up together in this confusing world.
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Rhea Laverdure Poem
When you're addicted to drugs, we can admit we've gone off the deep. But it's that pill, that line, that shot -- it infuses belief. When nobody's around to put down your bottle, you can be retrospective, contemplate, think.
But really; I was an alcoholic and we just drink.
I would lay on my couch without a desire, my thoughts would dread how my addiction transpired. If only I had been a shot away from hitting that depth, I would have realized how dark things could get.
I overdosed on 20 g's and the world saved me.
How can I inspire myself to just see, that the lifestyle consumes your thoughts and beliefs. It ruins relationships and transforms your lies. Until you're in an alley where the alcohol leaves you to cry.
Addiction is as lonely as causing your own death, it's only amazing when you find new meaning to live. Forget those lines and parachuted pills, we've got better hobbies that we can instill.
Everyone hits a point one time, their sea floor rock bottom that's cold to the core. But addiction is just the tide swaying your mind and wants for a shot arm until you pass out on the floor. The tide pulls back and you're exposed in the sand, naked and alone, making a weak stand.
It's hard to overcome but when you do,
The strength you grew will always reside within you.
Copyright © Rhea Laverdure | Year Posted 2014
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Rhea Laverdure Poem
When I first saw your picture, my little ball of fluff; I loved you. He handed over the cash and I sold you my heart. You came to me without papers but it didn't matter -- you sealed the certificate with several loving licks. Each stroke made the happiness in my chest tick.
You were my baby and I'll always love you.
Knew I couldn't have kids and I wanted my first son to be Bentley; that's why it was first love when you met me. Bought you clothes and toys and the best munchies. Had to spoil my little man like it's supposed to be.
Whenever I'd get in fights you'd kiss away my tears. My friends missed my calls but my dog took away my fears. I'll miss my buddy; he was a girl's best friend. The closest thing an infertile young lady could get in the end.
I'll miss you.
Copyright © Rhea Laverdure | Year Posted 2014
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