You are poison to me. Dangerous liability. You’re love comes at too high a price. Twice? Not worth the cost, five cents at most. Nickels and dimes, pennies and tokens. Your love is broken…..
Tag: Poetry
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Gazing at me with utter disgust, like I’m to blame. You wish upon a star, that’s how you are. Dreaming of diamonds, lusting for gold. Shiny richs, leather and lace. The whip flailing carelessly, while you grin menacingly…….
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ezra’s father’s day card to me…she’s very proud……she had my Sister pick it up it seems…
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Scrambling down from the hills, crying wolf, it was taken for granted he was telling the truth. They followed orders sheepishly, lead to slaughter peacefuly. Never even once, asking for proof…..
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I’m so far behind, I’m upside down. Inside out, spinning around. Can’t catch up, falling back. Doing five things at once, still ten times behind. I keep moving, won’t slow down. Enjoying myself, having fun. Trying to catch up. Probably won’t, that’s just fine………. I’ll lay around, under the sun, ignoring what needs to be done……..ðð
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Today is the day, specially for Dad. I count on him, he keeps me grounded. Since I was a baby. Some way, somehow. He calms me from storms and sorrow. Days of pain, times of troubles. He’s guiding me still, to this very day. He’s the best!!!…..Happy Father’s Day to all Fathers!!….
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snacking at twilight, waiting for moonlight âĻïļ
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Staring into the crowd, towards the back of the lounge, spotting the deadbeat, who always lets her down. Voice of an angel, heart of gold. So broken now, she just feels old. Her man is a menace, grifter by trade. Silver tongued, rambler. Without any shame. Looking into her eyes, repeating his lies……She finally realized, something has to be done. Reaching into her purse, pulling out her gun. She grins and aims, pulls the trigger and blows out his brains…………..
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Sparkling starlight, reflective moonlight, dancing candlelight. Shadowy, hazy firelight. Shining lamplights, upcoming daylight. Different lights, all the same. Lighting up my enlightened brain……
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Two times, maybe three. Actually, five million one hundred and fifty five miles away. Hidden inside, so many times, day after day. Cycling around, endlessly. Creating confusion, outright delusion. It’s a crazy life, I kinda like it that way……..ðĪŠ
Escape Reality 