created his own woes sorrows laid into his red nose dirt fills his mind nothing pure and full of sin sadistic miseries fill him within the fool only knows negatives his life called for nothing but ridicule if only the fool knew that he could command an audience he rather cry in silence die and rot away to the dirt that used to fill him
i do believe you
when you told me about that lie acted as if that was true never will I ask why i will believe you even if i know its false even if it'll make me blue I'll believe it all i still believed you though you lied so many times but in my eyes and view these are not your crimes i believe you in every single way like a fool, i do
I lost you again last week,
And after crying, begging, and everything weak; Or strong; Or in between; None of that has any meaning. I don't understand this thing called love. To watch from ever so far, It looks so joyous, So peaceful; So warm. Then I found what I thought was love, And yet still I watch from ever so far, And it was painful, So Haunting: So hard. Love unrequit is so very realistic, True Love a story sold to gullible ears: A story told everlong, yet so insincere.
every distance is a long shot~ within reach of a fool Prv. 𝑓:𝑦 bleed your heart out in dripping poetic pretense―slip that inky salamander some silk: "the wilting waiting flora bequeathed their busting bouquets and bountiful bosoms unto the world in all of its prescient violence" then read it back to yourself later and be absolutely disgusted. throw it away with all the other things you've done in your life. now reach back in your closet and rattle the skeletons lingering there. finger your dreams in the dark under pressure from the mind to find yourself. the lightning severance will sing and anxiety will harmonize with the knife. you've done it again... ****** it all up and everyone knows it. you could eat all the erasers in the world and your **** still wouldn't come out correct. a lifetime of valleys and seawalls has made you an avatar of effortless blunder. and you can't stop bleeding all over the page; white is red again cause you blue it. bleed in―breathe out breathe in―bleed out bleed in―breathe out breathe in― bleed out... welcome to the creative process.
Fed-up of ordinary life
FOOL Free opportunity on line FOOL Facing onslaught of lust FOOL Finally out of luck FOOL Four FOOLs make a fool!
I am all I got,
but God, I can't stare at him, without feeling the **** butterflies in my stomach. I know one day he'll be older, maybe richer or not, but he'll find someone else to **** with, and I'll be ****** with butterflies inside every bit of me but my hands, because they'll be holding alcohol bottles all the way to my personal grave.
Today is April 2nd
The love is there no more Truth all that is left, Was I the fool to love Or you to believe it, Was it a moment's bliss Or an eternity of pain...
Life itself makes jokes of us
And we became prat in the hands of life We make someone fool on the day of April fool day But life always makes us prat as for life everyday is a April fool day
For April fool day
took you for a fool. Except for when we were fooling around the backseat of your car. You had me fooled with your wide-eyed, youthful glow. I thought I tasted love on your lips. But you were just looking for somewhere to park your car for the night. I guess, I was the fool.
© 04/02/21 Rebecca Brenes All Rights Reserved
who in their right mind
would choose to hide skeletons in their closets, of all places my neighbor's backyard looks lovely i helped him design it you should know, i am no fool not quite six feet under the casket is more white than wood but grey really brings out her eyes well, won't you look at that? my love's been immortalized in a sepulcher of stone