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H A N A Jun 2018
I am a new girl in this old town
Trying to figure out what life is
I am a princess with no gown
Living in a castle covered in grease

I have my whole heart with some broken dreams
Keeping my hopes always high
I have my eyes with a vibrant gleam
Shutting them off whenever I cry

I am a coward with a hand of a dauntless dame
Reaching for people in times of need
They call me
nonsense,
radical
and lame
What a harsh reality, indeed!
Glenn Currier May 2018
It doesn’t take much to find excuses
for avoiding the unpleasant,
things for which I can find no uses
at the time - find no reason or rhyme.

Truth is, I don’t tax my mind to think of that reason,
don’t imagine how much good it would do,
don’t think how this is just the right season
to do this thing I don’t want to.

But oh how hard I’ll work to think
of ways to do this thing I love to do
find the recipe for that yummy drink
go to the game, find its venue.

I’m so very skilled and do it with ease
thinking of a good dodge or ruse.
This kind of creative work is a breeze
how skilled I am making an excuse!
BJFWords Mar 2018
Your teeth are the colour of off milk.
Your odour is of rancid butter.
I see you and I feel sorry for everyone that you spitter on.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Kyle Fisher Oct 2015
Today,
I awoke to the sound of your voice...

Images of your face etched in with your white hot,
steel fingernails.
Graciously placed in my vivid memories.

For weeks I've been clear of troublesome dreams,
yet,
your snake like self seems to trek throughout miles of synapses,
just to laugh in my face for a night.

It's very rude...
Still ranting.
Just go with it.
©Kyle Fisher
Jellyfish Aug 2015
Curled up in a ball on my bedroom floor I never could've imagined myself putting on such a per-form-ance.
Tears smothering my face as I hide it beneath my own hands I'm blinded, no one truly will ever understand my feelings and that kills me for some unpleasant reason to be understood is what I'm needing.
Tell me why are we humans so arrogant and selfish at times? In the end we all do what we truly want there is no one out there who surrenders for love not even the most dedicated of love birds would do such an exquisite task. Because truthfully we're all wearing a mask.
*or at least that's what we want you to believe.
Edna Sweetlove Nov 2014
Let me crush you to pieces
with the burning power of my hatred;
let me feel your pain
and I don't mean emotions
I mean the hot physical pain
as your body screams out
for merciful death's release.

Let me relish your suffering
oh dear God, bring your thunderbolts down
and blind and ******* you tonight;
how I want to hear you shrieking
like a crucified dervish
impaled on the burning cross of infidelity

Let me listen to your richly deserved agony
as you writhe helplessly
nailed bloodily hanging helplessly
dying in the glorious sunset
as I laugh and go on my way
leaving you spatchcocked like a dead rat .
mosquitoism Aug 2014
There ain't no monsters under my bed,
they are inside my head.
Being eaten up by some unpleasant thoughts lately.
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