Yes, he gave us joint custody of the PSYCHOSIS.
Cheater Bar

Did the judge lay and even hand on your divorce case today Sam?

Yes, he gave us joint custody of the PSYCHOSIS.

In protective custody over you.
jeffrey conyers
jeffrey conyers
Jan 11, 2013

Segregated.
Locked down and secure.
In protective custody over you.
And, they claim my love is the evidence to convict.
And I can't say it don't make sense.
Cause it's true.

I'll serve my time quietly.
While being in the custody of you.

You can guard me twenty four seven.
You're my angel of love sent from heaven.

John F McCullagh
John F McCullagh
Dec 26, 2011

In Brooklyn, in these hectic times,
if Mom-hood gets you down
you need a little pick me up
so you won't fret and frown.

When we boomers were just babies
Mom might have a glass of wine.
Just enough to take the edge off
and leave her feeling fine.

But Generation X and Y
are more like Cheech and Chong
when baby gets your dander up
It's time to light a bong.

A little toke of Mary Jane
gives Moms a pause to sigh.
"Good night Moon" is a gripping read
when Mom is flying high.

Put the little Prince to bed
before Mom has a fit.
Motherhood is stressful
she just needs to take a "hit"

When the" little terrors" get you down
Just think - "this too will pass"
sneak off and roll yourself a joint
We know you have a stash.

Inspired by a New York Post article detailing recreational marijuana use among Young Mother's in Brooklyn and Manhattan. Lighting up has replaced a glass of wine as the go to choice of Moms in need of stress relief.
Who the hell gets custody of radiohead??

my favourite song is sail to the moon live by radiohead and when he replied that it was his as well I was overwhelmed
we layed together and let the haunting phonics echo through your room

uninterrupted

I pressed my head to your chest and let your heart beat sync with the sound

two days later you told me you loved me and I was astounded when I heard the same words fall from my lips

I fell asleep listening to radiohead my head on the pillow and my heart in your hands

everyone warns you about heartbreak
They say that young love never lasts
and while they may be right I ask
Myself why I was never warned of the danger of a different kind of fracture

You broke my taste in music you jerk

Teenage relationships don't generally end in divorces but the forces were at play and it ended anyway

Nobody worries about who walks away with the songs you've loved since childhood

Like Bono was my dude but you loved Beautiful Day so now we're not on good terms

Like Real People Do was the jam but you ruined it man

Why did I have to talk to you about music,
Janis Joplin, was poppin and Bob Dylan was killin but I told you all about it and now I'm not about it

the opening bars of sail to the moon rip me in open

and while we didnt have children I'm the short amount of time that we were living
In each other's embrace

music was our offspring and someone should have warned me about this thing where you aren't supposed to overshare
and though I have many questions about why it ended, why it's still going on, the biggest are why I told you my favourite song
and after the pseudo divorce

Who the hell gets custody of radiohead??

nivek
Aug 16

nothing as sobering as a cop stopping your vehicle
even when you are riding completely legitimate

and even then with the latest figures of stop and search
you very may end up in the funeral parlour, if your black arse offends

Aseh
Aseh
Feb 10

My hands were shaking
Not as hard as yours, I'm sure

You almost lost everything and I
was forced to watch,
bearing silent witness to a
destruction not my own
but at which I felt at fault,
thus I digested it as my own

Who knows?

In my mind, I had lived fantasies of
something like this happening--
you, helpless, I hold fast to your life and then
salvaging you, just barely,
scaring us both out of life and then
falling back into something new--
dark, strange, and yet intimate

This has happened to me twice now (for real)
and neither time was nearly as glamorous as
I had played out in my mind

(I'm a stupid girl)

Both times I felt drained of a vital energy I couldn't
call back--ever

I became an echo
of me
and us?
we were skeletons of
the children we once were. Both times
robbed me---
of sleep, and years, and appetite.
robbed me---
of innocence, and soul, and
love
which always
bleeds out uncontrollably
in times like these
unclottable

and out with love
spreads guilt and shame

(I'm a jinx, I'm a cursed girl)

across the tar, filling the black empty
cracks with invaluable energy

Full of foreign weight
cargo stored too long
too far pushed down our throats
too removed

My hands were shaking
Not as hard or as long as yours
I'm sure

#girl   #stupid   #loss   #boy   #silent   #grief   #fault   #witness   #arrest   #custody  
livingnonsequitur
livingnonsequitur
Mar 24, 2013

I surrendered the fight for your heart with your promise that our friendship would endure
Then I found myself unwillingly sacrificing my own happiness to witness you in yours
Each time I saw the two of you exchange your love, a knife twisted in my heart
I’ve tried to carry on through the rising static of emotional dissonance
Knowing it was a mistake to think that I could still be alone in your presence
He is clearly always with you; a welcomed tenant in your heart
I can’t recall when it first happened, or when it first caught my attention
I only know that its seems that our time now feels insignificant to you
You unknowingly mock me with his future presence
I have become your transitory keeper until his return to you
It’s not like you need a watcher, you’re more grown up now than you’ve ever been
Yet I find I’m being used in the entangling name of friendship
I want to be with you for what little time is left
But this is an unhealthy role I find I can no longer let myself play
I am a different person than you have recently thought me to be
As these last few days have ticked away,
I’ve come to realize that you are a different person too

Poetry is a striptease
taking off layer after layer or armor
to expose our most vulnerable hearts.

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We cannot forfeit
what was not truly ours
to begin with.

You can only lose yourself
in the heartbreak of love lost
and find yourself again
in the miracle of love regained.

From ᏰƐƦሃℓԃᏫሁ ԼƐϖ's Primer of Love
(which has over 133,000 PAGEVIEWS):
ᏰƐƦሃℓԃᏫሁ ԼƐϖ'ś Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part I, Lessons 1-19)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/beryl-dov-lews-primer-of-love-the-secrets-of-making-love-last-part-i-lessons-1-19/

ᏰƐƦሃℓԃᏫሁ ԼƐϖ'ś Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part II, Lessons 20-33)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/beryl-dov-lews-primer-of-love-the-secrets-of-making-love-last-part-ii-lessons-20-33/

ᏰƐƦሃℓԃᏫሁ ԼƐϖ'ś Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part III, Lessons 34-41)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/beryl-dov-lews-primer-of-love-the-secrets-of-making-love-last-part-iii-lessons-34-41/

ᏰƐƦሃℓԃᏫሁ ԼƐϖ'ś Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part IV, Lessons 42-50)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/beryl-dov-lews-primer-of-love-the-secrets-of-making-love-last-part-iv-lessons-42-50-1/

ᏰƐƦሃℓԃᏫሁ ԼƐϖ'ś Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part V, Lessons 51-59)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/beryl-dov-lews-primer-of-love-the-secrets-of-making-love-last-part-v-lessons-51-59/

ᏰƐƦሃℓԃᏫሁ ԼƐϖ'ś Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part VI, Lessons 60-69)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/beryl-dov-lews-primer-of-love-the-secrets-of-making-love-last-part-vi-lessons-60-69-1/

ᏰƐƦሃℓԃᏫሁ ԼƐϖ'ś Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part VII, Lessons 70-79)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/beryl-dov-lews-primer-of-love-the-secrets-of-making-love-last-part-vii-lessons-70-79-1/

ᏰƐƦሃℓԃᏫሁ ԼƐϖ'ś Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part VIII, Lessons 80-89)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/beryl-dov-lews-primer-of-love-the-secrets-of-making-love-last-part-viii-lessons-80-89/

ᏰƐƦሃℓԃᏫሁ ԼƐϖ'ś Primer of Love: The Secrets of Making Love Last (Part IX, Lesson 90)
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/666213/l-s-primer-of-love-the-secrets-of-making-love-last-part-ix-lesson-90/
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Custody of mind
GitacharYa VedaLa

Custody of mind
Not a mudguard of thoughts
Mark the depression

 
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