***** savage is not pc  28.07.18

it is pure dirt
real ****
again this will self hurt
speaking mind is so dumb.
not going to preach
OCD play must not reveal
poetry will never out reach
over with pgang and lover old bill.
george to the rescue
lets go outside on a plate
mr fontana needed no tina hero
the tip off was a george orwell state.
poetry obsession is on boarder
sometimes the smell of cabbage
highlighted every ***** and disorder
not pc is ***** savage.

I'm not one for conventional
stereotypes.
But when someone says
"That's not lady-like."
I start to take offense.
See, for years women were shamed
and had to be humble servants to men
We were hanged for "witchcraft"
or merely looking at our neighbors the wrong way.
We were told we would never get to vote or
be in a position of power.
We are asked "Well, what were you wearing?"
Like it's our fault, like the men couldn't control themselves
So when you say to me
that my dress should go past my knees
that I shouldn't curse
that my hair is too short, my waist is too big
that I am "unladylike"
what I hear is "go back to the servant woman who didn't speak, didn't vote, didn't do anything besides what she was told."
And that to me
is unladylike.

Loneliness, darkness, I held you tightly for years
Lived under your thumb so happily (I used to think)
you are life as well as you are sure death
I come back to you in the absence of something else
I want to run away but you're always close
You disguise yourself, or you simply morph...
I hide in my isolation, no one trespasses home
They'll never understand, I will never understand
I try frantically to fit but I can't
Got too lost in my head
that I cannot share

And without you I have nothing
I return back to where I really am
You're my only wire that really is
You're my free
If I could (enroscarme) in you
and just be

(I feel like I am sinking
frantically trying to breathe
I can, I can,
but today the years
go backwards for me)

I tried to refloat the boat
But maybe it's wrong
-Maybe it harbors no sense at all-
For a minute, everything glowed
But I am lonely, and I want it to stop
Do I? Is it a part of my bones?

And i wither in the prison
But ah, you broke through the door
When the loneliness hits when i'm far from home
Your love, your love, your love,
not without
a glimpse of fear, of fear, of fear.

My jaw breaks
and so does my soul
I tried so hard, so hard
Only I saved myself
by getting lost in the maze

Take me away from hell
Was I a born outcast
or just bad luck?)

A road
big and strong
thousands of miles in the distance

Twenty one years
the road’s flattened
from thousands of cars every day

while the lady in the ballroom
hikes up her sparkly dress
and tosses a drink in the face of her lover
and the prince has his eye on a
slim, red little starlet who tosses
his head back with laughter and cunning
the little mouse darts between their feet
learning more about patience, courage,
and forgiveness than
the owners of the shoes will ever
ever know.

The only thing that makes a difference
is when you decide to pull the trigger
Should you stop right now?
or are you meant for something bigger?
I just want peace.
I just want peace.
I just want peace.