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Kalliope 17h
I'm staring at the mirror
But I do not know this face
And I've got things to do
I have people on my back
Maybe another day I can come
And clean this glass
A mantra sang each new week
But never becomes real
Holding others needs
There's not much time left to feel
And maybe I don't want to
For that is when I'll crumble
The girl was raised on lightning
But the woman is now rubble
To be a casualty
In your own **** indecision
This is not the life at 13
I had envisioned
I hold a hand of uno
Not knowing this game was poker
I play all my best cards
And still I am the tables joker
I expected it to click
I thought I'd find my way
I dance around on quicksand
Mistaking it for clay
All that ever happens when I reach
Out for a hand
Is the drowning of another
I'm the siren of this land
I just wanted company
Misery knows best
I'm aiming to be happy
Yet I turn it all to mess
So I'll run the ******* vacuum
I'll wipe another spill
And I'll try again tomorrow
My head won't always be this ill
Another ranty piece
That I don't try to write
I start with a certain intention
Then run from it all night
CE Uptain Aug 27
Can’t catch the birds when they fly so high
You can’t see the world with tears in your eyes
You have to put your feet on the ground
To get your head in the clouds to look around
And you will never know unless you try

Now you might think you are above it all
Just before you take that call
But when you pick it up and say hello
You’ll be the one that has to go
And there will be no time left to stall

Right about then you’ll see the flashing lights
You can forget about all those lonely nights
You’ll be left with all you got
What you have and what you have not
And there will nobody cheering on your fights

When it’s all been said and done
You won’t be having any fun
You won’t get a second chance
You’ll be the victim of your own circumstance
And suddenly you’ll find out you’re not the one

When you finally come to realize
You’re seen through someone else’s eyes
You’re never as good as you thought
Can’t get to Heaven with what you bought
And you’re going to have to pay for all those lies

You’ll have to do some real explaining
Stop whining and stop complaining
Tell the truth to be forgiven
Admit the sins you’ve been living
And after that, in the Heavens will you remain
5/10/05
One from the library.
CE Uptain Aug 7
Poetry calms the savage beast
That’s what they say, to say the least
My monster rages within myself
It doesn’t answer to anyone else
Not that it does just what I say
It takes over, it always has its way
I keep on raging, it’s only in my mind
Rage against the world, or whatever I can find
Sometimes my rage comes out on a page.
RobbieG Jul 26
Government. Of. Discipline.

Old and New testament

Jesus , jes means we or yes, yes us…

Jesus= yes us, we the children of G. O. D.


Je: noun. : something (such as an appealing quality) that cannot be adequately described or expressed.


Wish: verb. :feel or express a strong desire or hope for something that is not easily attainable; want something that cannot or probably will not happen.

The G.O.D didn’t stop after publishing books, they realized brick and mortar guaranteed profits, why stop at 25% from taxes when they can get another 10% in the baskets!

Money is the root of all evil but yet every bill states  “in G.O.D we trust” along with slave owner faces…

But yet the Washington Redskins was racist… they took their land and now their team, I’m not sure Commanders is any better… Commanders killed Indians… OFFENSIVE

Teachers taught Christopher Columbus was a hero not a murderer and ******.

****** is still doing damage, World War II is still going on look at all the SUPER HUMANS aka ****-heads… a special thanks to Japan, this recipe has been delightful.

“United We Stand, Divided We Fall” As 2 parties go to war breaking us apart in an effort to pick 1 leader…

Sin a result from forbidden bitten fruit, ironic how 90% of us have sin in our pockets…IPHONE

G.O.D has us paying monthly payments in order for us to be heard, recorded, tracked and followed.

When it gets really bad dilute the pain with a dozen cold cans of overpriced poison.

There’s a tax for everything you need, want and purchase… even our property and shelter…

ENOUGH IS ENOUGH

don’t worry if you’re short this month just raise your debt ceiling… but yet the G.O.D has the real HollyWood spreading lies with the fake news  designed to divide us all into labelized categories.

Banks get robbed because banks are robbers, double digit interest rates hurt just as bad as bullets, 7 year terms feel like a life sentence…

At best you live 10 decades, why do we give a **** about the stuff that doesn’t really matter, time is the most valuable resource but we allowed them to confine us…

8 hours to sleep, 8 hours to work, 8 hours left of the day and all it really is “ Home, car, gas station, work, lunch, work, home and every single thing listed came with TAX!!! MoNoPoLy .
Pass go pay G.O.D $200

Done for now, to be continued…
Kalliope Jul 17
What if today I took up space,
Decided it’s okay to love my face?
I’m allowed to scream and shout,
Don’t have to fake it, or hide to pout.

What if I told you you’d caught my eye,
Instead of waiting as moments pass by?
Would I then be viewed aggressive?
For knowing what I want, deemed obsessive?

Maybe I just want my needs fulfilled,
To show you I’m here, and equally skilled.

What if I let myself laugh too loud,
Not worrying about standing out in a crowd?
Let my opinions spill like wine,
No apologizing for these thoughts that are mine.

What if I danced alone in the street,
Made strangers smile at my untamed beat?
Would I still be called too much,
Or would someone finally crave my touch?

What if I didn’t talk myself down,
Lived my truth without fearing your frown?

I could say whatever comes to mind,
No more stitches, my lips now unbind.
I’ve made myself so small these days,
But I want to be big, have my turn on the stage.

This time I won’t even perform,
I’ll give a speech, I’ll change my norm.
Maybe it’s time to be unhinged,
To let myself out, chase a few whims.
What if I dared to love myself?
Kalliope Jul 8
I’m flipping cards and reading the room,
The sun has set, I’ve a meeting with the moon.
I’m begging her, please, take this part out of me,
The part that holds back until she gets up to leave.

I want to be open without all the hurt,
I want something real, something that works.
I daydream and plan and fantasize life a certain way,
But I want to accept it how it is today.

I want to believe the words from his lips,
But I think they’re poison, and I’m being tricked.
I spiral and spin and tornado a lot,
Trying to be brave, something I’m not.

It feels okay until everything is quiet,
Then all of my feelings join in a riot.
I just need a second or two to relax,
But I’m always on edge, and I can’t seem to step back.

Yet I don’t fall, just stand here and wait
For the wind to call or to decide my fate.
Just enough fear to keep me frozen in place,
Standing on a cliff in a purgatory daze.
A little too aware of everything at once
Kalliope Jul 7
It’s small things that mean nothing
But say everything to me,
Because everything has a reason-
A meaning I just have to see.

I can’t let things be as they are,
No, nothing’s a simple coincidence.
You linger in my atmosphere;
Surely, that’s not an accident.

But why?
And what does it mean?
I’m presented with puzzles
But not all pieces are seen.

I wish I had never looked,
My thoughts no longer free,
Now my conscience is booked,
Chained to what it perceives.

I just can’t help myself,
I just had to know,
Now I’m drowning in questions-
When I should be letting it go.
I saw something I shouldn't have while looking where I wasn't supposed to be
Kalliope Jun 6
I went to college, I got a degree, I don't do drugs, well- not that many,
I've played the wife and the side piece too, I've funded others life styles-
then suffered alone
I spend my days checking my phone
For what? I'm not sure, anyone who gave a **** about me I kicked to the curb-
or they left,
Had enough of my facade,
my relationship with others
always goes wrong
Either I'm too codependent or
I live on the moon
I never could get it right,
so I've hid in my room
I used to go out ya know- I used to be fun,
I could laugh and have a good time but now I just run
If I take too many shots I'll start to cry
so instead of ruining the party
I think I'll just hide
I ache for a feeling that doesn't exist but when I get close my head throws a fit
I know all my flaws and
every ugly feature
How am I supposed to believe someone else could love this creature?
I'm better on paper and returned in practice, the warranty's gone bad
there's no reason to have this
Just for a second I believe
you think I'm gold,
and though that feels so peaceful-
my mind turns me to mold
And you can't see that
I'm making you sick
I don't want to hurt you,
I want to be loved
But once these thoughts start rolling in- sticking around is easier said than done
Self imposed exile
born of fear and unworthiness
neth jones May 21
hats call to be filled but i am not in fashion for them-      
              -clear days   in any-which-season and i shall pay-
-the rays will fire away at my forehead and neck-            
        -unprotected i'll crinkle in some cancerous answer-
-and belch anger ungrateful and blame out at the world-
     -warning beacon to probably only a few immediates-
-we're heard before and ignored as there's so-                  
                             -much inflammation of knowledge clut-
-and damage readings of our species byproducts-            
                      -we just shut down or ghoul up merry mad
10/04/25
Emilia May 14
Don’t speak to me about her
Don’t talk to me about love
Don’t ask me to help plan your advances
Don’t ignore her blatant rejection
Don’t keep pursuing her

The more you speak her name
The more I want to wash out your mouth
The more you draw her face
The more I want to curse your hands

She told you no
And yet you call out her name
She ignored your call
And you passed her notes

A true love recognizes rejection
And doesn't keep pushing it

A true love respects boundaries
And doesn't keep getting close

And yet you still come to me
Talking of how to ask her
When in reality
She hates you more than you could know

Wake up
She doesn't see you as even a friend
She sees you as someone who is obsessed
She sees you as someone who hugs her without permission
She sees you as someone who draws her without consent
She sees you as someone who won't stop asking
No matter how much she keeps rejecting

Wake up
She doesn't love you
This is about a specific person and not in regards to all love in general. The subject of this poem is truly toxic and it is not targeted at love in general.
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