I am like the letter Z
Jazzy to say
Zing. Dazzle, and zesty
Fun to have on the tongue
Occasionally
But it’s easy
To get too much of me
Which obviously
You see

Fake friends are worse than enemies
They love you so much in the
Fairweather breeze
Frigid winds always come
Eventually
And that's when
You figure out
Who's the fake friend

I spill my guts out
In case you don’t see
You might only get
A stomachache from me
I give you madd props
For risking it
….that fall from the tops .
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Maybe you see
All that worthwhile in me

The ignored feel resentment
When you get attention
A catch-22 of life
When you receive love
So comes the hate
To tarnish your good times
With strife

Do you really think I’m going to suddenly change my mind in between the first and second time you make me ex out of your advertisement?

It's hard to find a boring meme
You seem to have a knack
I don't wanna be the one
To have to tell you
Your meme judger
Is just
Out of whack
I suppose it would be fine
In a lineup of one or two
But you share them en masses
And in bulk
And now I've got to wade on through
There's the one about the sick kid
Complete with image of his twisted leg
And a "inspirational" note
About how his father walked ten miles to beg
Now dad has a bike
Give the meme a like
Dad now rides his bike
To beg
Instead of taking a long hike
Combined with hundreds
Of such things
All across your feed
I'd say you've done the impossible
And found lots of boring memes

My expectations
Do not overstep your abilities
They stretch
I expect you like to stretch

Rest is so much better after a busy day.

I get by on a technicality
Occasionally
But isn’t that the mark of writing
Creatively?
Especially in poetry

The undeniable can be ignored
One would assume it couldn’t
I’ve seen impossibilities before
When what one is compelled to do
Might be something they shouldn’t
There’s no way to know ahead of time
Whether it end in roses or in the bramble
But most things really worth doing
Are gonna be a gamble

Where you at,
Boo?
I’ve been here
Waiting for you
Maybe you know it
Maybe it’s hidden
I thirst
Right out in the front of it
Hiding nothing
Except for
The most relevant
I could reveal who you are
But I’d rather worship from afar

It doesn’t exist
Anymore
It never really did
I built it up
Too much in my mind

He was just being kind

At least I’ve grown and matured
And this time I picked a great guy to catch feelings for

My children are my legacy
But they are grown
And don’t need me
So now I write my poetry

I get annoyed by the Cocomelon song
Calling a boo-boo an owie
And then
I get annoyed with myself
For being
THAAAT person
******* about a Cocomelon song
Still
Here I am
Allowing myself
The luxury of whining about
Meaningless ****
We might as all well
Take a moment
To whine about meaningless ****
What a freaking luxury!
Right now
Take the moment
Then
Get over it
Cocomelon who?

I wish I could know
What you know
Before it becomes what you knew
But wishing is the only thing
A helpless romantic can do

I promise you will not regret me

Come to me
Through miles and mountains
And so much blue
We touch with our minds
Me and you

At some point
I must accept
Against my will
That he finds me
Resistible

Maybe I’ll run out
One day
Spent of words
No more
Poetry
Left in me
There’d probably be no more
Me left in me
Either

Once upon a time
There was a queen
Of a land nobody’s ever seen
She sent out the brochures
Invited one, in particular
And one only
Whether he showed up
Still remains to be seen

We have gotten quite accustomed to being
Strangers
I only think of you once in a while
I prefer it
Than to forget you, entirely
The good things about you
I try to take with me

Anger
Built up
Toxic
Spreading unchecked
Fire inside
Each team
The rich are poor losers
Or so it would seem

Your soul is beautiful
Just captivating
You’re so in touch with yourself
For good or bad
You accept it
And make no excuses
In fact, you’re too ******* yourself
You bear the weight
Make up for what is short
Lots of hard work
You enjoy dirt
But start and end every day clean
You are macho as a man can possibly be
In nature and tendencies
But willing to explore
Femininity
Feelings are not something you shove aside
And though you do have lots of pride
You are, at your base, a humble man
Following a working man’s plan
Never relaxed
Even when you’re relaxing
You refill your energy through music
And the results of a hard days work
Every time you pray
It is someone else you ask to save
A man not of this time
Vintage soul
Honorable goal
Beautiful, beautiful man
I might just trip and fall
Into the plan

The other day
I realized
All my teenage crushes
Now have wrinkles
But I've yet to realize
I have wrinkles too

Sunny days
Much loved
Rain
No less important
Under appreciated
We hide from rain
And it still comes to bless us
Despite our rejection
I love you too
Rain

I just sent my grandkids
A video montage
Of heroic dogs saving the life of their
Owners
And told them if they want a dog
They should show it to their mum
If those kids ever need an alibi
I’d surely give them one
The next video I sent to them
Was of a prank
Feeding seagulls at the beach
French fries mixed with laxatives
On a busy, sunny day
If it ever comes about
The seagull huge **** spout
Don’t ask me who did it
I’ll never say

It could happen one day
Maybe even tomorrow
That Hellopoetry goes
FREAKING VIRAL
And suddenly
We become cool
For a few minutes
All the secrets we told
In virtual anonymity
Since nobody in our family
Bothers with poetry
BOOM!  
Mainstream
Attached to our names
I don’t know if it’d be a dream come true
Or curse
For most of us

Progress is near impossible
Stuck in the
Poor me
Big bogs
Buggy bug big bogs
Over-filled with frogs
Croaking painfully
With sore throats
Pooaaaoooaaaeeeeaaaaaooooor meeeeeeee!

One day
Maybe
It will be forgotten
I hope
You take for granted
You never figure
One day it won't

I’m gonna have to pause and reflect
He obviously sees me with my neck
Chopping block ready
He’s holding the axe
And instead of giving it a good whack
He’s waiting for something
I don’t know what
Apparently for me to make my own cut
He’s got no plans to feed this chicken
And he ain’t gonna eat me, either
I’m just a self-teaser
Thinking the thoughts
Saying the words
Being ignored, instead of heard
It ain’t his fault
It’s all my own
I went to town
Like a clown
Wondering why he’s not coming around
Silly fool me
I showed up naked
For the costume party
And thought I could see
A really great guy maybe looking at me
Wondering if he could like what he sees
And deciding it’s not worth….

Any effort at all
He’s gonna let me run into that wall

Have you ever watched a hippo take a ****?
If hippos weren’t *******
They’d simply ****
And let it fall
But that is not the hippo way
Hippos rapidly shake their little
Stumpy tails
Spattering **** everywhere
And hippos are tightly packed in
**** spraying all over faces
And this is the way it is
In hippo world
And people seem surprised to find
Hippos are among the most violent
Kind

The gift of absence
Against my will
Probably healthy
But torture, still

He is my muse
Rarely on time
Though always with the right line
He will never be mine
But these poems live forever
As part of me
Which is probably more
Than most lovers
Have in store
And ever will be

It was sweet
To proclaim
To love me more than the moon and
Stars
But how much does one really love
The moon and stars?
At least you didn't lie

It was something that was meant to be
You being you, and I being me
Supposed to be temporary
But lingering
Relentlessly

What does one do, and how does it go
When they fall in love with a man
….
Named Waldo?
Is it appropriate to say
“Mister, the name is a no no?
Can I call you James, instead
Or maybe Paul or Joe
Or Ted?  
Maybe I can even agree
To call you by the name Wally
Waldo was an ok name
Until they came up with a find that boy game

You don’t owe me a thing
Which is what you offer
Awareness unacknowledged
(or however you spell that maddening ******* mind game helpless dull ache)
Best and utmost effort
I put forth
I couldn’t have tried any harder
I tried like a boss
And that is my win
Within
This loss

Never made it as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing
Tired of livin' like a blind man
I'm sick of sight without a sense of feeling
And this is how you remind me

This is how you remind me of what I really am
This is how you remind me of what I really am

It's not like you to say sorry
I was waitin' on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breakin'
And I've been wrong, I've been down
Been to the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head
Scream, "Are we havin' fun yet?

It's not like you didn't know that
I said, "I love you," and I swear I still do
And it must have been so bad
'Cause livin' with me must have **** near killed you

And this is how you remind me of what I really am
This is how you remind me of what I really am

It's not like you to say sorry
I was waitin' on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breakin'
And I've been wrong, I've been down
Been to the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head
Scream, "Are we havin' fun yet?"

He cannot forgive himself for being imperfect
Doesn’t give himself any credit for being **** near close

Beautiful muse
What I do to you
Permissionlessly
I bend you and shape you
To the will of me
According to who
I imagine you’d be
I wonder what you think
Of what I think I see
Maybe someday
You will tell me

I have nothing left to show you
My soul came through
I know you knew
You watched it grew
You saw it skew
Slip in the mud
Go for a loop
Some days I gave you a beaut  
There was a lot of ugly, too
I know you knew
I did all I could do
I know you knew

It’s not like me to connect with some man
Over the internet
I wish I could
Fall into it from afar
Get the tingles and jingles
Long term
No matter where they are
But I’m not a long term tingler
Without real time
Association
I fall into heavy like
So often
But heavy like soon fades
Into “I sort of remember that guy”
Maybe the problem is me
And my unwillingness to really try
But my flakiness has been put to good use
I’m the poet with
Infinite muse

Addictions are accidental
Nobody sets off
To be an addict
We all know it ends badly
And yet
So many of us start
Foolishly
Maybe addictions
Can’t possibly be
Accidental
You’ve gotta work at getting addicted
And pay at it, too
I’ve never seen an addict
Who didn’t know what they were
Getting into

Yep
I just got soundly beat
To a pulp
On Words With Friends
By
“Scottie McBuggarface”.

Plenty of things to write about
There’s a crisis almost everywhere
Lots of things that are unfair
Which stars make a pretty pair
Colors, numbers, nature, too
Man made stuff
To name a few
Oceans, forests, vegetables
Planets, stars and moons
Movies, tv shows
Bugs Bunny cartoons
(**** THE WABBIT!!)  
Current events, the weather
****, I can write about whatever
So that’s what I am gonna do
Because
I can no longer write love about you
✌🏼

It was nutty of me to fall for you
Like us out of whack girls will tend to do
At first I thought you broke me
But now I think I broke you
The fallout from when
A nutty girl falls for you

You ain’t built for this
And that’s OK
I’m gonna be around
Either way
Unless you ask me not to stay

He strips me bare
With his words
And I look full-on
Beautiful
An image of me
I never could see
Until it was so
Master fully  
Presented to me

I don’t feel comfortable being a victim
I suppose I am
A victim
Probably more than most
I don’t like to stay a victim
Though being one seems unavoidable
****** up ****
Has routinely happened to me
Since I was a baby
Amazing **** too
I probably deserved it
Most of it
I was a knucklehead
And I’m still an *******
Sometimes
Which simply means I’m an *******
There is no such thing as being a little
*******
When it comes to assholery
It’s either all out or all in
Or maybe just wipe clean
And itch less
Being a victim
Feels itchy to me

I want you to have so many laughs
Sunny days
Health always
Intelligence to know when to pass and fade
So I can’t be butthurt
When you pass on me
You got your reasons
Seen lots of seasons
And know what’s worth folding on
Better hands, and the odds are long
I ain’t giving up
Yet
Holding on by the seat of my pants
Still working on acceptance
Halfway there, maybe
But can’t let it go
Baby
Wherever it’s gonna take me