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Brent Kincaid Jun 2015
Regarding entitlement
What is really true?
Look at the contract;
What are you entitled to?
Who told you what,
When and where,
And why should anyone
Besides yourself care?

What are the terms of
This entitlement scheme?
Are they exactly as
Precise as they seem?
What was promised
That you feel cheated?
Is there an inheritance
That has not been treated?

Are you an heir or else
A member of royalty
And thus deserve to
Have absolute loyalty?
Are there lands and deeds
You feel are owed you
Or is it just that you feel
Everyone is below you?

It would help you and us
If you could narrow this down.
Do you feel you own everything
And everyone in around?
Do you feel we should bend
And bow as you pass
And that maybe we should
Kiss your noble ***?
Brent Kincaid Jun 2015
Buddy Buzzkill
Waits ‘til nobody’s home
Jimmies a window, sneaks in
And is free to roam.
He smokes all the dope
Drinks all the alcohol
Eats all the food
Until none is left at all.
Then he sleeps in your bed
And sneaks back out again
He comes back; hears you moan
How somebody broke in
And robbed him when he was not home.

Buddy Buzzkill
He’s a special king of louse.
He pretends to like you
Then, sleeps with your spouse.
He’ll hit you up for money
Then he’ll borrow your car.
And you lend it to him
That’s the kind of sap you are.
What is it about this guy
That makes it hard to say no?
Why does it not occur to folks
To look at him and say, “Blow!”

Buddy Buzzkill
He’s a master at telling tales
Of people he has laid
And the times he was in jail
For some ludicrous reason
That is always the fault of others.
He tell you how much you mean
And that you are like brothers
And then one morning you rise
And your stereo is gone
And so is Buddy Buzzkill
It’s time for him to move on.
Haven't we all known at least one of him? Sometimes he is a relative!
So.
So?
I don't even know
I thought there could've been a chance
I let you consume my mind, let you takeover
I let you get the best of me
And now I lay here
Wondering
My mind drowning in an ocean of icebergs
And I'm freezing
Freezing in the water
And did I forget to say,  drowning too
I don't know if I can be saved
Or if I can get over you
But I'll try
It's the only thing I can do
The only way I can heal my trembling heart
The heart that I so stupidly opened for you
Allowing you to enter
You don't even know you had a place in it
And that's what makes it even more sad
The fact that you don't know how I feel
And probably never will
This "thing" that crushes me
It shall go to the grave
Get buried in the deepest quarry
Never to be discovered again
Thomas Maltuin May 2015
The Fringle comes
in brawly runs
inside thweem  drums
and peppanuns

In am big
You us thems
Filet see
US cows

Derivative equated
To Dis one time
Remove the s from integral
Dis integrate

Cal,  cul,  us
m,    t,      e,
My
Thermometer
Exercises

The right
to remain

in silence
Couldn't think if how to write what was on my mind,  so here is some

Your welcome
Takhallus Sha'er May 2015
Good, but...
Never good enough.
Out of place,
out of sync-
without rhyme;
and the truth
I've heard
many times:
I
should
not
exist.
But then, I've always known I don't belong, nor should I have an expectation to. Forever outside- to dwell in  nothingness.
Paramount Pawn May 2015
I love you
I love you
We keep saying that
Without even meaning it
Ella Gwen May 2015
Your hands whispered their truth as
you crossed the ocean. Lying between
those you wrote and those you did not
they remain, stagnant and curled up against my heart.

I miss you, I say, and you write
I wish you were her.
Scarlet Niamh May 2015
I will never be spectacular,
For I am just a droplet of water
Pretending to be an ocean.
Shadow Knight Apr 2015
Whiskers of the cat,
webbed toes on my swimming dog:
God is in the details.

In the real world
as in dreams,
nothing is quite
what it seems.
I do not own this.
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