#begone
Abracadabra,
Hocus-pocus,
Vanish into thin air and
out of my focus.
You were the cause of all
of my troubles,
dissappear now and
on the double.
I'm no sorrocer but
one, two, three,
Just a wave of my wand, and
you will no longer Be,
VANQUISH, DEMOLISH and
GO FAR AWAY,
MY WORRIES, MY TROUBLES
will not see
the LIGHT OF DAY!!!!
ABRACADABRA
I VANQUISH
You
NOW!!!
THE NEGATIVE
DISSIPATES and
From this
I SMILE!!!!!
B.R.
Date: 12/14/2024
Dec 14, 2024
Dec 14, 2024 at 1:16 PM UTC
I’m grateful.
But I don’t owe you sh*t
You have options, but wasting my time isn’t one.
Honey, I don’t owe you sh*t
Boundaries, boundaries, boundaries is what I praise.
I don’t owe you sh*t
You’re entitled to your opinions & feelings.
However love, come back to reality cause
I don’t owe you sh*t
I make efforts, easily
and yet again I say, I just don’t owe you sh*t
You want explanations for everything but remember,
I don’t owe you sh*t
You can’t even be accountable
yet you want a relationship - relationship?…
No baby, I don’t owe you sh*t
Sep 7, 2021
Sep 7, 2021 at 2:08 AM UTC
So it’s true...
There is a rainbow at the end of a storm.
It might have taken months sometimes years, but it’s finally here.
Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 10:12 AM UTC
gather round, as it is the season of stress:
as it nears may and june and
corners the wisps of summer that sting the air.
the scent of freedom and flights,
so close yet never close enough.
gather round, and watch as the silken spring leaves
(or, the strands of your hair)
turn inch by inch into summer screams of green
(or, the jealously burning inside you--
when you see someone smarter
see their right answer
see their paper; green and ticked and better.)
gather round, for it is almost over.
and you have worked hard- you have
(or, you have tried to)
and often that is enough.
the season of stress will fade soon,
but summer?
summer will always come.
summer sings in sun-kissed skin and lazy leaves
and blithe birds and timely trees;
gather round, to hear summer's sound.
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 9:38 AM UTC
“Can you do me a favor?”
“Yes?
“Could you please stop existing?”
“B-but, why?!”
“No one really loves you. I mean, they do, but only if it’s beneficial to them.”
“How—“
———————//———————
Alas, that’s how she ends her complete existence. For good.
Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 12:43 AM UTC
I found a cure for head lice and nits,
This'll really thrill you to bits,
Pour coca-cola on infested heads,
Happy hoppies shall soon be dead,
But don't give the cola to your kids,
They'll all get intestinal nits!
To all the parents and teachers of kids,
Happy hoppies cured, no more nits!
Now didn't that thrill you to bits?
A verse written by Navajo the Nit!
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 12:32 AM UTC