Sister, please don't harm me.
It hurts when you beat me up.
I know I fight back, and it hurts you too.
But please forgive me, and I'll forgive you.
Sister, please don't lie to me.
I know you're struggling so.
Sis, I wish I had the money to visit when you're blue.
To help you with the dishes, and to see my nephew.
Sister, please just call me.
I know you're busy all the time.
Sis, I am proud of you for kicking-ass, even when it's hard
I'm know you're a survivor, and a warrior at heart.
Sister how I love thee!
And I want to stand by you.
For you are there for me, and I appreciate all you do.
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 12:33 PM UTC
Please take a listen to this vignette
As my mom does suffer, but is not dead yet!
This is a real moment that stays in my mind.
An exchange that means more with the passage of time.
Of being with her, feeling loving and kind.
Mom went through my bag one day
While sitting on the patio in December.
My sunglasses she did spy.
How I wish she would remember.
Remember the days when she would wear a pair.
The days she used to drive without a care.
Remember how I love her so,
I offer them to her, but she says no!
She hands them to me and I want to cry
But they look so good was my reply!
And would she want her very own pair,
for Christmastime, to flaunt and wear?
She's often cooped up and stuck inside.
Dementia took her brain for a ride.
Nothing left to lose, nothing left to hide.
So she agrees.
New sunglasses for Christmastime.
The day arrives and I am glad
She's the best mother I could have
So I want to give her a gift as special as she
Two pairs of sunglasses and a card that reads
"Merry Christmas, remember me?
I love you my dear mother."
Dec 25, 2025
Dec 25, 2025 at 11:07 PM UTC
I am growing into a wild person.
Who wishes they could tell you what success is like.
And how sometimes I wonder if it would be more rebellious
To have a child or not have a child.
Someone who wonders whether to out-adult my prior self, or to be a child in spite.
And wants to tell of my adventures on the path of life.
I'm someone who wishes to be wise but youthful.
But this often brings me down.
As I find it hard to shed my skin.
And find it hard to play win-win.
I am becoming a wild person.
Who took a chance and rode an e- bike.
Who could show you the meaning of zealous.
While still remaining meek and mild.
Who could ride again someday in spite.
And tell of more adventures, for it is my right.
I'm someone who wishes to be wise but youthful.
But this often brings me down.
As I find it hard to shed my skin.
And find it hard to play win-win.
I don't need to tell you, for you can see.
I am unapologetically nice and unapologetically me!
I am becoming a wild person
With a head full of lyrics and rhymes and sounds.
Oct 14, 2025
Oct 14, 2025 at 3:56 PM UTC
Consists of 3 stanzas of ABABBCBC, followed by 1 BCBC
ABABBCBC
That girl is so hot
She is super and delicious
Whether you like it or not
No you shouldn't be suspicious
You shouldn't get so vicious
Yes she is trans
So smart and ambitious
Yes we are her fans!
Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 11:35 PM UTC
Lana Del Rey
Has the girls and gays
She gives them butterflies
Wears fake lashes on her eyes.
Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 12:40 PM UTC
Gloria, gloria, gloria
Such euphoria
To hug and hold
She's getting old.
Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 12:34 PM UTC
My man Jim
don't play no hymns.
At least on bass
in any case.
Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 4:02 AM UTC
My heart ached for so long.
And you told me it was alright.
Realizing to smoke is pain,
I thought about you all night.
July of my last trip,
Ugly, boring, and a shame.
A newfound freedom
Never fiending for you again.
A new leaf I have turned, fake friend!
Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 3:49 AM UTC
She has skin cancer
scabby, dark, and misshapen.
Love brings the healing.
Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 2:34 AM UTC
She's struggling with her mother.
Father isn't there.
It's true that they both love her,
But she doesn't ******* care.
14 years old and homeless,
hotel living with her madre.
Someday she'll be normal
Someday, someday, someday.
For God loves a mouth breather
Dressed sad and bad and dumpy.
God loves a mouth breather,
who is shy and talks funny
17 now, near a high school diploma.
Still struggling to socialize without all the drama.
Rather spend her time with the parrots and palomas.
Becoming super wise, just like her mama.
Losing faith in God,
But at least she has a Hyundai.
'Cause someday she'll be normal
Someday, someday, someday.
She can't stand up straight, and is a little overweight.
But she ain't one that you should underestimate.
For someday is today, and it's never too late
To feel like you fit in, and to accept your fate.
For God loves a mouth breather
Dressed sad and bad and dumpy
God loves a mouth breather
Who is shy and talks funny
Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 12:05 AM UTC