I’m so fucking mad
About the day I had
She wasn’t glad
That I kissed Chad
I’m so freaking upset
About what I didn’t get
She was part of the bet
By Monday she will forget
I’m so undesirably distraught
About the day I lost
She was happy I got caught
My feelings can’t be bought
I’m so damn pissed
About the day I missed
She was in the A list
By the weekend I cut my wrist
Don’t patronize
Don’t need your wild skies
Don’t want your rabid lies
Don’t wear that disguise
Just say goodbye
Don’t empathize
Don’t need your vibes
Don’t want your shoe size
Don’t sleep open wide
Just say goodbye
Don’t advise
Don’t need your old surprise
Don’t want your supplies
Don’t discard the gold prize
Just say goodbye
Don’t downsize
Don’t want your grey butterflies
Don’t need your mind baptized
Don’t reject the wise
Just say goodbye
Shrugged diluted zest
Watered down affection
Still waiting…
Undiscovered territory
Finger tip formalities
Still waiting…
Nonexistent warmth
Empty terms of endearment
Still waiting…
Through the loop of emotions
Repetition overload
Still waiting…
on you
Second best
Third place
A small unseen ribbon
Just a contestant
Carrying a chip on her shoulder
Tons of weight
Mediocre and average
Never enough
Depressed and lonely
Trying too hard
Desolate and desperate
In every decade
Feelings remain
I snarled at the green stuff on my plate
I stared at something I refused to taste
She looked at me and said “Eat those Brussel Sprouts!”
“Mom this is something I could live without!”
She stood there sternly and put her hands on her hips
“I better see those Brussel Sprouts meet your lips!”
I glared at those green balls and closed my eyes
I opened up my mouth and told one Brussel Sprout goodbye
I couldn’t believe that it was yummy!
I couldn’t believe that it was happy in my tummy!
Low tolerance
for monumental errors
Imperative
to learn and evolve
Repetitive mistakes
cause blood to boil
and stirring silence
Humans are designed
to create blunders
If order and structure
are installed
Disarray
and inefficiencies
are minimal
Always striving
to improve
in all facades of life
Pouring down overused mentalities
Change fumbling around
Pulling four quarters to insert
in the old fashioned jukebox
Numbers exchanged between
the mentalist and the statue
Between the shot glass
and the pint of a Irish stout
Scattered observations are slurred
Tip toeing through the cigar vapors
and the barking stilettos
Polluted with aggravation’s
and lipstick smudges on the glass
Empty barstools are playing violins
Loneliness waits for no one
Be careful where you drown
your heartache and sorrows
Look up at the glaring neon sign
The Bottomless crutch
I was born
without a filter
Words fly out
on paper or
from my mouth
My honesty
kills me
whether it’s
brutal or
delicate
Most fear
my honesty
and lack of filter
I find that life is all about perception. I can see a glass half empty or half full. I find that I can worry about what I can control and not worry about what I can’t. I find the light within the dark. I find beauty within the scars. I find stages, scratches, and atmosphere that I can’t see. I find the exits of them when I look back. I find that I use more of my logic than emotion to see clarity. I find that I remove the complexity to unravel the simplicity. I find the passion within my words. I find I have to own up to my mistakes. I find that I have to continue learning. I find that I have to continue to evolve. I find the joy in what I have and don’t complain about what I don’t have. I find that I didn’t forget where I came from. I find that I know where I’m going. Why? I know where I was and where I am today in every aspect of my life. It all starts with perception.
Fluctuating economy
Stimulating Dow Jones
Buying and selling
In the eyes of the dollar sign
watching corporate America
Staring at bonds maturing
Building portfolios instead
of solid credibility
Complexity of convexity
Depreciating values
Staggering interest rates
Exploration of investments
Discussing volatile markets
Among a million decorated suits
Gripping risks and strapping
onto fixed incomes
Expecting returns on a rush
of thin adrenaline
Motivated by the number one root
of pure evil
Charming pavement
Dazzling hopscotch
Skipping and jumping
Appreciation overload
Barely touching
the luminous ground
Dressed in affection
Block away from the
Everlasting sugar factory
A smile away from the
beaming playground
Sounds of belly ache
laughter and pride
Wishing the entire town
was abundant of love
and respecting humanity
Hoping and praying
the elated joy will expand
beyond this holy cement
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I never saw
the heart strings you pulled
I never saw
the lies you borrowed
I never saw
the bedroom disguise
I never saw
the contamination
I never saw
your buried intentions
I never saw
the light on the center stage
I never saw
the script you wrote
I never saw
the truth revealed
I never saw
love drip from your lips
I never saw
this moment ever arriving
I never saw
you imagining you could walk away
I never saw
you so terrified and scared
I never saw
you using me
Do something
different
Do something
unexpected
Do something
unexplainable
Do something
memorable
Crawl out of
your shell
Do something
unique
Do something
extraordinary
Do something
sexy
Do something
that I don’t tell you
Crawl out of
your shell
I close my
eyes and pull you close
to my chest
I opened my
eyes for the first time
to see a new purpose
I closed my
closets with
the hidden rain
I opened up
my crashing mind
to see my beloved soul
I closed the
stained glass window
to see the view
I opened up
the gates to feel
the flood from my eyes
I couldn’t stop
the driven rain
Wretched old whore
Dirty rotten mouth
No filter spewing garbage
Based on wishful thinking
Lack of knowledge
Using terms without no foundation
Facts just mildew in her brain
Making assumptions
Connecting blurred dots
Due to her ill sicken mind
I could publish her life on line
But that’s right I have a conscious
To have friends you have to be human
To go to heaven you have to have a soul
Let God judge that not a troll
My written words
tell a story that
I refuse to unveil
You just don’t
notice it yet
You will understand
when I’m gone
You will be
on your own
with everything
that you wanted
all by yourself
You call
yourself a friend
But you are not
One by one
Evidence is clear
Meaningless word
Slowly my contacts
are erased from
my mind that use
that word
Don’t worry
My friends are the
words that are here
before my
awakened eyes
I know where I
get the attention
that I crave
It’s from people
who don’t even know me
that see me in
a different light
I “connect” with those
that write from the soul
and the heart.
I can accept the loneliness.
I altered my perception
and I got spit on
I appreciated someone’s art
and got tossed to the curb
I stand here misunderstood
and the sensitivity got ripped
I’m not surprised
Their perception never changed
I’m a fabricator
A creator of illusions
Wishful imagination
that does not have a
shut off valve
In and out of the rush
Inside the blinking
castles in the air
I’m a architect of phrases
A vivid storyteller
Dreaming of what
does not exist
A innovator of scribble
Fantasy maker
submerged with words
Psychobabble is drooling
Filth sliding off your tongue
To a world that doesn’t want you
Chaotic rambles spill
Flourishing idiotic sentences
To only a southern cult following
Despised and detested
The walking anti Christ
An asylum meant for your family
Raising children to scream
Not speaking with an ounce of intelligence
Your mother should have used a condom
So the world didn’t have to put up with
Your nonsense and illogical thoughts
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