She liked sweatpants, just like her mother did
She wore them her whole life She told him how much she hated when people tried taking them They always tried stealing them He stained the sweatpants though Her favorite sweatpants The one she waited months for to get She tried not to think much of it Then he stole her sweatpants She didn't get why She made it so clear of how much she disliked when people did that But he did it anyways Why couldn't he ask? It was just a simple question It was what she held on to the most He took it away She misses those sweatpants She misses how it felt when she did have them Her favorite sweatpants she wore her whole life was gone forever And there was nothing she could do to get it back
The damage is irreversible
You DON'T deserve a second chance
Your can't undo what's been done You stole my things that are irreplaceable & were special to me You have broken the trust You cant undo it not this time Even though your my daughter I have to walk away I am hurting I can't figure out why After all my pain in my life You choose to hurt me You broke my trust I can't replace those sadly you knew and did it anyway So with that Your on your own Broken trust © Jennifer L DeLong 10/29/2020
I never have time. I never have enough. I'm running out. I'm always rushing. I'm always wasting. Are you busy next weekend? Are you doing anything right now? Do you have time to grab a coffee? I'm busy, sorry. I don't have time. Maybe another time? I hate time. No. I hate society for time. No. I hate society for stealing mine.
something he stole
was very important to me but it’s not the kind of thing that could ever be returned this is no game of lost and found oh, but the thief the thief― they couldn’t catch him, he’s got sly talk and i think he’s part snake they couldn’t catch him because he left no fingerprints
he took everything from me.
"the stars are so pretty tonight,"
so pretty i want to drown in them. i want to be swept up in the current of a swirling sky, i want to die up there. a peaceful death, a death among the stars, among the angels before i fall. i want to see heaven, just once, then i'll let the riptide take me and throw me down with the rain, with all the falling stars she rejects every day. I want to feel each wave crash above my head; i want to drown in stardust, let the sky fill my lungs, let it **** me. I'll take some heaven down with me.
inspired by van gogh's starry night painting
And papers And fancy erasers Rubberbands And soda cans And ratty old pairs of Vans This and that Or 'maybe' something Equaling all sorts of nothing And then I met Winona Ryder...
Thank you for the poem title Morrissey.
three in a row, he swings hard, alarm bells go, a knife and knife a circular ring who's got the guts to come clean? Slurry of blows, slurry of speech, maybe there's more to being a leech, a man made of pride a man made of sorrow what's a man to do when he can no longer borrow?
Time for some rhymes. What happens when you're stuck in a situation that forces you to get in even more trouble?
If I give just to receive,
Is my gift worthless? If I steal only to give, Are my actions faithless?
The ones with blurred faces
Knocked down my door last night And tugged at my limbs with such desperation - A rigorous exercise. Their hands, rattling in a sharp neon glow Stole away many things as they held me down And shone the bright lights into my eyes, Turning my pupils into hollowed colour: Trust. Potential. Innocence. Friendship. All gone. All taken. All dead. During the break-in.
All I see are faces I could not recognize. The strangers we face today are the people that break our hearts in the morrow.