This mess of thoughts
too many to bare
Don't even look at me, if you're gonna stare!
See what I'm doing right for a change
I wish...
Told my mom its been like 10 years
Please let me grow
have faith, not fear
Sometimes I cry because I am judged SOOOO much
Get Up, wipe away your tears!
You started this Kristy, noone else to blame
This endless cycle that nobody can tame
not even meditation, medication
I know that's not right
2 appointments today, lets get this **** right!
Mom said start making a list
even my lists are manic or I lose them...
Wish me luck for I'm on the edge
If I can step back, I might get to LIVE
Kristy Robertson
6/12/2020
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 6:55 AM UTC
So, I met a cool bartender, her name is Megan
She's good people, even when I'm beggin
For a free shot, a free beer, her phone number...
She won't give it to me and that's a ******
She looks kinda like Pink but even more HOTTT
And because of her, this bar is my new favorite spot!
Megan always gives me attitude, but it's just her way...
Of saying keep dreaming girl, "I'm not gay!"
I do think she would make a real good friend,
and someone that I would stick by til the end
Megan did almost warm me about this slutty girl
When I look at Sara now it makes me want to hurl
She went home with 4 people in a week, not including me
(Megan said she almost warned me, but didn't think it was her place to say)
I guess I can see why, this girl claimed she wasn't even gay!
I just hope I didn't catch something from this *****
If I did, it's gonna be on , like a light switch!
I told Megan that is so not my style
I don't know why I am going so wild
Sara kept touching me and I told her to stay away,
So Megan helped get her off me...
And I need to tell her thanks for that, if I may!
I know I say this every other day,
I guess it's just e coping; it's just my way
But I definitely learned this time!
and now I think I'm done with this little rhyme
Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 4:25 AM UTC
I try an convince My self to stop crying
You lead me in and i fell miserably
All i am left doing now is regretting
But its cool we met fortunately.
I don't want to be your mistress
I don't want to hurt My best friend
I will wholeheartedly take on this love stress
Am sorry to... Cause i was so stupid
Goodbye our love story has come to an end
By Angelica Enegbuma
Jun 10, 2020
Jun 10, 2020 at 7:54 AM UTC
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Jun 10, 2020
Jun 10, 2020 at 7:51 AM UTC
I see your true colors pouring down
I seeked answers, and the worst I found
I’m running fast, but my feet are on the ground
Don’t you dare try to make me look like a clown
I know your game and I’m tired of it
And I won’t get over it in a bit,
nope not ever
You got the wrong girl on this one, this time
Different time, different mind
It’s not that hard, just be kind
And this is the reason I have to be done
It’s hard, but I know it’s what I need to do
This is Goodbye forever, this time
ALL IT TOOK WAS A HURRICANE
Jun 10, 2020
Jun 10, 2020 at 5:42 AM UTC
A great past is never a pre-requisite for a great future.
Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 10:18 AM UTC
Helping someone with the intention of expecting something in return is not really displaying genuine kindness or generosity...it's more like a business transaction.
Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 10:18 AM UTC
3 years ago my teacher
asked me to write my own obituary,
as an exercise in self-study...
I wrote that I was a good mother...
Was I?
Am I?
I’m not perfect!
Like every other mother...
Please don’t judge me!
Please don’t judge anyone!
Even your mother...
Was she ever perfect?
Were you?
Yes!..
The moment you were born....
You were a perfect baby,
Your mom was a perfect mother...
Then....
Life happens... and happens... and happens...
Love happens too...
So much love...
So much milk...
So much sweat...
So much tears....
How can I write my own obituary?
Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 10:10 AM UTC
The Media
It use to be informative
It use to be both sides of the story
It use to be the good and the bad
And stories of triumph and glory
Now it’s all about fear and hate
And political divisions left or right
Now it’s all about doom and gloom
And getting their ratings for the night
I can’t remember the last time that I
Saw any emotion on a reporter’s face
They just seem like stone cold robots
Far removed from the human race
The world hanging on every word
Of their fake news and lies
Dressed in their dresses and suits
Just the Devil in disguise
The only light they shine is evil
The ultimate dark light
Pitting us to turn on each other
As they watch us argue and fight
They are nothing but serpents
Technically known as Ophidia
The one and only, truth is
The Devil is the Media
Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 06/05/2020
All rights reserved
Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 10:09 AM UTC