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Jeremy Betts Apr 15
If you don't mind Mr Betts,
Can I call you Mr Betts?
Yes? Great
Mr Betts,
I'm going to keep this brief
i'd like to go through a few Q&A's
Off the record as always
And no apologies
~~~
Have you ever tried not being a priick?
Or attempted to not mess up shhit?
Every feeding and helping hand,
Innocently presented,
Got bit
Your past can't always be the culprit
The future shouldn't be viewed as unimportant
That opens the door for thoughts of forfeit
Forced to be reactant
Bilt a bridge to get over it
The craftsmanship is always immaculate
Admired from entrance to exit
Then, in the very next moment,
There's always a head turn to confirm it
A ***** and Gomorrah double take to make sure the thing stayed lit
Though you've never turn to stone or **** a brick
It's not a one time incident
I'm sensing that punishment is no longer a deterrent
It isn't, isn't it?
The troubling news is...you guessed it
Everyone's reclaiming their investment
Or eating the cost, willing to take the loss just to be done with it
Setting a telling precedent of embarrassment
One with an abundance of resentment
All the while, this battle internal is constant
Brought on ironically by an antidepressant
Raging against tendencies of a suicidal mindset
It's crazy how ugly things tend to get,
Within a quarter of a heart beat minus a minute
In other words, it's instant
Good luck, you're gonna need it."

©2024
If our heart wishes to delete something/someone,
Our brain replay always
Agree or not?✌☮
Ken Pepiton Dec 2020
DIY AI
Do It Yourself
Act Inteleostical

aim at fame, take the blame
aim at shame, hide and watch

aim at games no mind can matter in,
hope to hell that you are right,

roll the bones…

let the story form the world we agree upon,
stand, bipedally biased to lieve be
the balance factor in terms
of fear being a reason
to respond,
in one way, or another, knowing now

time is all together different than imagined,
not long ago,
on a little think… we know the journey story,
did we
really live so far from the center?
It seems so,
from where I stand, unembodied in another
reconnected to the story,
a book's worth of time, stretched to thinnistical
translucence,
sparks we imagine having seen as signals slow
to
geo speed, Gaia mind, ****** - that
sensation of ever mattering
just now,
for a moment, then

now, again, similar but never the same,
riverish as any wish one tests
again, after ever has began
to play in the per-ifery.
Ifery is the enjoyable realm of right now. Time seems senseless. Peace feels like this, like a massive stone that roads and rivers and winds go around, or over, never under.
nick armbrister Apr 2019
Ship sails normally/million ton bulk carrier/aliens steal ship
empty seas Jan 2019
we have all had
bad days
worse days
where the straw breaks the camel’s back
and we snap
and then we become an *******

i had my moment
a few months back
full of anxiety and repressed anger
i snapped
i was an *******
and i regret it

maybe they deserved it
but that doesn’t matter
maybe I apologized
but that doesn’t matter
i was a ****
plain and simple

but then i got better
a couple bad mistakes
don’t make me a bad person
now i keep that moment close
but not enough to where it hurts

i’m a better person now
and less of an *******
i had a bad incident, but i’m not the same person i was at the time of it.
silvervi Dec 2018
Forgot how to poem
Forgot how to rhyme
Tryin to find ways
To express myself

My void on the inside
Doesn't leave me much
I can't really say how I feel
Can't really reach it or touch

Got some physical pain
Cause the body knows
When the emptiness within me
Grows and my soul hurts

All this vacuum is there for me to hide
What I feel so bad about and what I mind

I don't see it all but it is there
It's invisible but I am tryin to share
Feeling empty after a bad incident in my family. Trying to find ways to express this inner void. I know that eventually I'll find peace again and poetry always helps to speed up the recovery
O was there a lady
Her flight being late
Was she sitting steady
Cozy was it in that corner
Of the airport
Did she think of a sudden
Who would it be if something I bought
Not much
Hunted for a book
In the airport shops
A bag of cookies
In the props she bought
Now comfortable
She did sit
Down on a lounge
Looked at the airport clock
And started reading
Engrossed she was
Reading the book
As the minutes ticked by
Munching on the cookies
She bid a bye
To this world
Around her so mundane
Oh but not for long
What happened?
Oh a young man
Sitting beside her
On the next chair
Bold he was
Propped his hand
Into the bag
In between
And took hold
Of a 'mighty' cookie
She noticed it
But kept mum
To avoid a scene
At the aerodrome
As she read
And the minutes ticked by
In the clock
This gutsy thief
Diminished the stock
She couldn't bear it any more
For each cookie she took
He also took one for sure
Now was the time for the last one
Patiently was she waiting
To watch
The man took it
And broke it into half
And offered the half to
Her
And the other half he took
As the time came
She had accepted the half
And she reached
For her luggage
And surprise!
In front of her eyes
Were her bag of cookies
She realized
It was not him
But her
Who munched
On his packet
Nor hers
After all
He was a young man
Trying to share!:-) :-) :-) :-)
Share and spread joy
And mischiefs
Sweet as honey
That bring a glow
And light of smiles
For being cared!
an incident took place
just yesterday
one met a troll
at the site's hostile bay
its verbalization was not
of pleasant greeting
some rather pointed
things said at the meeting

firstly it conveyed
the B---- term
on hearing that term
one did squirm
thence it proceeded
to tell one
in no uncertain terms
one should be turned
out to pasture
midst all the slugs
and worms

well its form of address
did of one not overly impress
and may one place on the record
one felt that one's
hot button got a press

trolling maybe amusing
for a troll
yet one didn't delight in its
unnecessary patrol

the trenchant troll
needs a fulltime occupation
which is more useful
to the writing population
Mane Omsy Mar 2017
Fair to trust your covers
Trust worthy profiles, texts
Who knew the hidden tragedy
Judging a cover, the whole series
Let no troubles face till doom
This route is a little tough
Rough enough to move gently
Though I don't surrender
Buckle up even harder
Till the broken heart fixes
Its own way to empowerment
I seek revenge but I'll fail
Until then I'll have stories to tell
Lessons to spread and alert
Internet frauds are using other's profiles to cheat people and con them with easy measures. From my experience.
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