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Ricky Flanigan Poem
Mental Abuse
By Ricky Flanigan
I wrote this when I was in my worst a few months back, feeling it!
I'm locked up mentally, increasingly destroying my reputation,
Hangin' on the line between 1st class and starvation,
Staring at the result in which there's air to breathe, no.
Currently stuck in the intersection just waiting to finally go.
As the time being reeks desperation, I always need to remember,
My life will miraculously change in the month of November.
This is the last chance I got, even though I'm only at the start,
Already losin' people cuz' I won't be part of the corner ho-Mart.
You see here peasant , on7u to why I am in a mid life crisis?
Where is there the miracles , a half way decent oasis?
I wish someone could take a walk in the f**ked up shoes I present In,
Maybe one day they'd realize why my life revolves around sin.
Day by day I suffer and take it by the throne.
I don't ask for help but when I need it, no answer on the phone.
Only a matter of moments until I finalize my suicide note,
"I only wanted people to see the good, not judge me" Ricky Nichole wrote.
Oh don't worry I'm fine, I'm the best independent,
Wonder why I always end up on a drug co dependent?
Ricky? The one who over exaggerates everything ya I know her,
Deliver us from evil, but her? No sir,
I'm stuck in a mess so real (it stings)it is a reality turned to a comedy,
Remember what Ricky said, sentimental thoughts prevent a suicidal remedy.
Do what you got to do to kick the b**ches to the curb,
As I stare at you , your scando, keep goin' don't disturb.
Continue to the end , as wherever that might be,
Times running out for Ricky , as everyone will soon see
Your lucky to the ones who care, that I'm still holdin' on,
Bout ready to approach the counter with my soul to the pawn.
If I die before the day is done, I promise the devil my soul to reep,
I say this only because he's got me thru shit far too steep,
For the regular person to experience, they'd quit at the start of it,
You better believe it.
I don't carry an ego, I only give what I receive,
I have the answer to the world ready to conceive.
The repetition of my actions only dig me deeper in this hole,
I gotta' stop takin on this manager with no experience kinda role.
I wake up in this nightmare, ready to fight for what I love,
I don't even waste my time with the figure up above.
For only to who know, I give more than everyone gets,
I F**k up coincidentally but live my life with no regrets.
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Ricky Flanigan Poem
An Inmates Letter of Exhaust From Addiction
~Ricky Nichole Flanigan
An inmate’s life is built with love, but permanently judged by social population,
The unjust society plus there own family pushed mental states towards self mutilation.
Personal acceptance, starts with believing in one’s true meaning,
Stage one, starts now, to kick off whatever you might be fiending.
Originally established, aggravation may arise, but all in-all the motivation's yours to follow,
Based on proven read reactions, and weakened minds, the truth is hard to fully swallow.
Attempts transforming to failure; even successful stories skip, there’s always going to be those random pitfalls,
Traditional institutionalized based on mentality, usually conclude into hidden family withdrawals.
I’ve lived a life with many defaults, but today I must accept of what I have done,
No stress, no turning to a mess, and no need to deny, or ignore as I would run.
Additionally to the fact that I know for myself, I can rehearse that I live my life in change,
No longer do I fight, but I do for my beliefs, only for a hint of appreciation in exchange.
Understand that we better our own today, compared to what we resembled in the past.
At least we can admit, that life is too short to rush any important event too fast.
I know that I am better than what I was yesterday, and I am focusing on who I am today,
Because I am free from the chaos that once had control, but now I know I have a say.
I have experienced much of who really hasn’t, and no, no ego there intended,
But all I know is that my past, my sins and my stress has all been suspended.
I finally changed my head, when you all have helped me, but I honestly had to see it myself,
I needed to open my eyes, that reality's not a surprise, but concludes to an URN sitting on a shelf.
Today I appreciate to all my support, that who have helped me along the way,
Without the selected individuals in my life, I don’t think I would've made it to this day.
-Written by Nicholette Bernice Perry ( AKA Ricky Flanigan)
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Ricky Flanigan Poem
An Even Lonesome Nightmare
Miss Ricky Flanigan
About to go insane, I don't even want to think anymore,
It's like standing endlessly awaiting an abandoned door.
Like what's that? You have a problem resulting to a life lesson?
Fool you don't even know the start of it , quit your b**ch stressin'.
Ever cared to think about something that can't fend for themselves?
That no one stopped to help, resulting to silent cremation shelves?
Yeah now welcome to your society in which WE live in, fight for and commit treason?
And still the government to this day can ruin us without reason?
What can a human do to affect this damaged atmosphere,
Times up, to the end , welcome to the year of fear.
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Ricky Flanigan Poem
The Truth That Must Apply
I’m testing fate for now, resembling a vision,
A reality hit the present, world-wide division,
Rapist on the loose yet stoners on death row,
Nowadays reality, freedom where’d it go?
We vow to live stress-free, but the opposite applies,
Why does all authority get away with all these lies?
Homeless on the rise, they don’t have a say,
Innocent in my home, until they take it away.
Where is the freedom, where is the promised rights?
Not in this lifetime, while there’s children alone in the nights.
Narcotics taking over, leaving the economy on there last breath,
Always remember the end, jails, institutions and death.
Loyalty is losing its meaning; the world’s turning in,
No ones better than anyone else, we all do our daily sin.
The facilities are over packing, maybe it’s a sign,
It sickens me that some inmates don’t see the sun shine,
Race against each race, violence on the rise,
Global discrimination, National leaders breaking ties.
Inflation over exaggerating, leaving people with out homes,
Federally involved technology, sending drone type items that roams.
-Nicholette Bernice Perry”
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