Alaina Moore May 16
You can think whatever you like.
That’s the freedom of thought.
Experience leads you to perception,
so let me tell you stories about
you.

There was once a time
where we were at odds,
and our spirits acted as
poles on a magnet.
I tried hard to turn myself around
but I ended up in an uncontrolled spin.
Ever gaining velocity
from your push.

There was once a time
where you were deceitful
and purposely put me in a situation
where I had to keep quiet
about your pathetic inability
to have an ounce of self-control.

There was once a time
I coddled you in a moment of pain.
I sacrificed my focus,
for your feelings,
as friends do.  

There was once a time
where you invaded my personal space
without permission.
Too intoxicated to remember
but vain enough to run from the truth
of your unwelcomed actions.  

There are many times
when the words that flow
out of your mind
and to your mouth
are convoluted, primitive
thoughtless, and egocentric.

There is now a time
where I do not call you friend.
When the veil has been burned to ashes,
and all that remains
is the same exact person
you claim to have slayed.
Sexual predator, pathological liar,
selfish, and narrow minded.

People never change.
To quote Eminem "...it ever occur to you that I still have pictures?!"

"I am not the one with whom to fuck" - Aliens
Rudy's idea
that trump
hush money
with character
witness in
a defamation
law suit
rescind the
amount in
question for
favorable glance
with Stormy's
nipple this
question of
honesty no
longer applicable
in case.
A mayor on patrol counsel Trump
ryn Jan 2017
Eyes have vision
Mind decisive
Words bear meaning
Actions hardly furtive

Body is hale
And legs could carry
Resolution never stronger
But heart remains a liability
.
The hardest of men bear the softest of hearts.
.
Chano Williams Apr 2014
Let the flames consume me
Swallow me whole
Hellfire brings life
T­o my deadened senses
It used to be you
Maybe there’s a correlatio­n
To this thrilling sensation
I feel most alive
When prepared to ­expire
Please, keep me here
Release these fears
I don’t know warm­th
All I know is fire or ice
Why do I feel old
At such a youthful­ age?
Young me down
Dumb me down
Numb me down
What was wrong befo­re
Is still what’s wrong today
Sometimes I just won’t say
What it­ is to you kids
Thanks, but move on
You hurt more than help
Thoug­h, helping more than hurting
Pains me much, still
Don’t assume so­ many things
Give your eyes a break
Put down your stone
Shoot you­r high horse
Chop up that pedestal
Become low and lesser
Then may­be you can hear me
Between the shouting
And the lashing
The tears­ and the blood
The put­downs to build up
Until the once built
Hav­e crumbled to your consent
What’s my content?
For you to complete­ the job
Most business is unfinished,
But you’ll complete this ta­sk
You were contracted since, “Hello.”
Sad, I know, but
Don’t be ­sociable otherwise
Get over it
Burn me, burn them
Burn you, burn ­friends,
Burn whomever, whatever
Just leave ashes, dust,
Smoke, s­mog, haze, regrets

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