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Well look who's
decided to
SHOW THEIR FACE!!!,
It is such a SUPRISE,
yet still a DISGRACE,
you are the
TALK OF THE TOWN, and
you VANISHED
without a TRANCE,
your BUSINESS is OUT THERE,
and ALL OVER THE PLACE,
so, come out of HIDING and
of the WORLD, JUST FACE,
the RUMORS are SPREADING,
like WILDFIRE, you SEE,
the GAWKS and the STARES,
I AM SO GLAD IT'S NOT ME,
the things that they are saying,
you just would not believe,
from the SQUEALER, and
the BLABBERMOUTH,
you have been DECEIVED,
BEWARE of the TATTLERS!!!,
JUST WATCH WHAT YOU SAY,
Your BUSINESS WILL BE OUT THERE,
VERY SOON AND TODAY!!,
IF ONLY YOU SAY
THE RIGHT THINGS,
TO THE ONES
WITH ITCHING EARS,
then you won't be hit with,
EMBARRASSMENT and FEAR,
If you want to SHUTDOWN
the NOSEY and UNKNOWN,
Tell them to
MIND THEIR BUSINESS,
and find BUSINESS of their OWN!!!
Why you all up in my KOOL-AID??? and
DON'T KNOW THE FLAVOR!!
Get up out of my BUSINESS, is
A JUICY GOSSIPERS MEAL SAVOR!!!


B.R.
Date: 4/5/2025
Yes, I'm back with another one!! Another one to add to my series!! (Check out my previous one's, if you so choose)
chain-knees
sullied
debut of
tie
&
episodes. A
secret
trill,
like an
eagle's evil cry, lacerates the die-hard spirit of death and hardship.

~MIKELSON
Diasy chain is a wordplay in poetry where the letter that ends a word start another word.
Jeremy Betts Jun 2024
Who knows
How many more of those
Devastating blows
From life's twisted episodes
I can take
Before I get exposed
And everybody knows
This smile's a fake,
Adorned like over warn costumes on Broadway shows

©2024
pistachio Apr 2020
Fleeting episodes
Comet's marigold brilliance
The night of firefly
Teal ocean waves' graceful sways
Lantern lights' dazzling glimmers

The first encounter
Evening rooftop hugs and talks
The late-night dances
Fleeting but never dying
Film tapes caged within my heart
Beautiful short sparkles stay for a long time. (A tanka poem)
Hanna C S Jul 2019
**** baby,
I’m Having another episode,
Will you watch it with me?
My track won’t stop skipping;
Siren won’t stop screaming,
As the song drones on and on and on
And on in screeches of violent pitches

I am reminded that the witches’ words ring true
As I dance with the devil;

I guess it does take two to tango.
Sally A Bayan Mar 2019
1:00 am, 3:00 am ... most nights,
thirty minutes without warning,
restless air, chokes the pipes
when controlled, it explodes in bits
of yellow, orange , dark red and gray
skull seems to crack ... or , is it breaking now?
a darkness follows a wheezing,
desiring to spew all malaise  
expelling bad air, while chasing fresh air
praying a stillness soon rules .... . but , no,
the painful exertion persists
that  disturbing noise just goes on,
and racks one's whole being ... one's world
every rib quivers ... every fiber throbs  
eyes and veins start to bulge
as if to burst on their own...

,, ,, , for a while, a calm occurs ... yet ,
another dreaded episode lurks...

on a dark, restless night such as this,
one can only imagine
~ ~ ~ the undulating waves ~ ~ ~
~ ~ ~ and the blue waters ~ ~ ~
~ ~ ~ of the tranquil sea ~ ~ ~

~ ~ ~
Sally
~ ~ ~

Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
March 20, 2019

#dreaded episodes  #malaise  #severe cough
Breanna evans Jan 2019
i'm basically either homicidally happy,
or suicidally sad

but sometimes, i'm a bit of both
amber Jul 2018
smoking a cigarette
I stepped a bit too confidently
in front of a speeding car
amber Jul 2018
wishing for a break
from the hectic mania
that my mind projects
and the absolute havoc
the outside world reaps
wren cole May 2016
.RED.
Passion, obsession shooting through me, consuming me when I didn't see it coming,
Please be patient while I can't shut up for the next week about the music I listened to or the book that I read.
.WHITE.
You see my eyes go blank as I'm chirping to you and then it's
Quiet, too quiet in this small, dark room.
Cold novacaine floods my veins in a single heartbeat,
Novacaine fills my brain in a single heartbeat so I am
Teetering, tottering on the edge of die or live
Because if I can't feel, can't love, can't give
Then what's the point of it?
.BLUE.
It usually comes after and it always hits me faster than my mind,
Don't have the time to straighten out my thoughts and make things right before I'm
DROWNing
SUFFOcate
NO TIME to DELIBERATE
If this is really worth this feeling, I hit the ceiling, I'm reeling
SHUT IT DOWN
.BLACK.
Now it's darker than the night
No red left in me tonight, I've given up the fight
I'm so tired I can't see
I know we'll play this track again tomorrow but now all I have energy for is sleep.
a cycle I go through most nights + practice with head rhythm
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