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Frieda P Oct 2013
I don't know how I got here, or where I'm going
Recordings process chants to where I've been
I'm broken but you can't fix me
I am not a project, I am flesh and heart
My soul's been tattered to the wind
Random and disjointed suits my mind
I used to think I was invincible, unbreakable
Now I'm lost in the muck and mire of past
Stay with me and don't judge
One foot in front of the other, stand by me
You instigate my fractured remains
Nothing good can come of it
Don't say what you don't mean
Barking habits that make me fall
I'll drag you down to my abyss
That phantasmagoria won't be pretty
Alas, then you'll have walked in my shoes
Tell me, how's your future looking now?
Frieda P Oct 2013
You unfold me to reveal my true colors
   reality sets the ashen tone on tone
shades of Gray unmanageable
    black purges from my soul
you try to color outside the lines
  my pink underbelly turns steel cobalt
no purple mountains majestic views
   sickly putrid green reeks the color of death
failed attempts cower in tinged yellow
   no vibrant color palette here to uncover
you can't expose my soul and expect brilliance
   you abruptly fold me back into abashed creases
still searching for the simple elegance
      of an unfurled radiant rainbow
Frieda P Oct 2013
Is it karma or just desserts
that brings you to this humbling juncture
kneeling in the excrement you imposed on others
Frieda P Oct 2013
These poetic issues are full of antithesis
consistently random at best
no means yes to friendly enemies
personal business is as public opinion
it's all pretty badass, now and then...
an adult child speaks invalid relevance
the big baby in a dark comedy
mild enthusiasm of a life denied,
constant ambivalence of brief speeches
this chilling fever has risen in acute apathy
of confirmed rumors by current history
equally diverse in the same difference
whilst the walking dead, accept rejection
burning cold in their blind sight
sigh to a clearly ambiguous sad smiley,
yet everyone generalizes a beautiful disaster,  
odds are even, my head is seriously insane
living deceased what a crime, the future is today
honestly kidding*...No comment
It's totally nothing~
Frieda P Oct 2013
...and there you submerged yourself
       a warm bubble'd spot in my heart
against all storm warnings and precautions,
you fancied a challenge or crazy I suppose
this chambered heart is made of titanium
shot down, where once emotion pump'd
running rivers rage of icy futile frigid waters

I'll be the first to admit, still waters run deep
and this placid exterior hides a passionate undertow
although once the levy was broken,
            it took all warmblooded survivors

yet, still you linger without a preserver in sight...

perhaps, there's more to this element,

       the nature of drowning's decent

                     gingerly takes another breath
Frieda P Oct 2013
You dropped my faith in the gut bucket
I thought you were to be trusted
I was sadly mistaken once again
a dependable friend is a commodity
your perfidious words slayed my credence
the testimony can be found in written word
inconceivable after what I've been through
intentions of loyalty misconstrued in your head
never fed the fire, never asked to be rescued
a fraternization in need was what was spoken
my hand in friendly alliance was not enough
crumpled trust wrecked, strewn bits pen'd on paper
i may be broken but these cracks are uniquely mine
in the meantime i nursed you whilst in desperation
should have known you were radioactive
by your past nefarious grievous verbosity
you corrupted every sentiment set forward
a bitter fire to light for public consumption
hard pill to swallow being openly ripped
aspersions cast within my treasured love of words
it was always about sheer joy of shared poetry
the lunatic in your head took a giant leap
landed in my cup of realistic doubt
bitter taste took a dive in my elixir
yet another painful lesson ingested
you drew your sniveling sword unjustly
then cowered amongst those you spewed upon
little do they know the wickedness of your ways
far be it for me to come to rescue any
who'd listen to the likes of your grotesque tongue

put your big boy pants on, you fight like a girl...
who the **** do you think you are?
Just when you think it's safe to trust again....some ******* screws with your head!
Frieda P Oct 2013
Perdition falls from your lips in pretty posies
sanguinary lies woven within embellished fairy tale
they drank the kool aid of your bastardized  aspersions
it's evil spell cast, hypnotizing the living dead
devil with archangel wings doth pose in velvet idioms
spewing respite in dark undertones of ego's rejection
perusing any that would annihilate acrid truths
peer in the mirror to see the lying heathen lecher
****** venom dripping from your deceptive sword
in bitterness of jagged tongue's kissass contempt
'don't talk about it, talk about the weather'~
hell hath no fury as the man unveiled to the masses
history repeats itself and no one seems the wiser....**



How did you get to be so unkind?
I think everyone has been taunted by a bully in their lifetime, the real shame of it is when people stand idly by and don't do a thing in defense of justice and honor....just a rant.
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