#fired
Expunged
100 thousand
Duffle bags full
100$ bills
Mr Benjamin
Dropped on..
100k duffle bags
Dropped on
The White House Lawn
We give up..
Just take our money
Take our guns
Take our homes
Take everything
We surrendered
1 thousand billion
Cash
Is coming
Drop your cash on the Lawn People
Cash in my recipes
Clean money Zack
**** Diddy ***** money
They in China got more money then me
More money then American made
1 thousand trillion is spent in 1 day
We are 4 hours of work behind
Join together
Were dropping all our ***** Cash
On..
On...
The White House Lawn
Oct 18, 2024
Oct 18, 2024 at 5:30 PM UTC
Never had an object
Been imbued with such faith,
Spinning in the air
From rifled barrel, towards
It's target, aimed and released
To the freedom of atmosphere,
A short flight, where it was
Just a piece of metal
Until deadly intention was found out,
Sinking into warm flesh
Momentum gradually lost,
In skin and internal organs
To rest, job done
Inside a victim of circumstance.
Jul 5, 2019
Jul 5, 2019 at 12:39 PM UTC
fired into space
suit-less bullet
beyond Lung
beyond The Furious
implode
strained through Eye
and then plumb line into a Calm Oblivion
life signs sip out
and Still
increasing in velocity
a bare murmur of action
a traveller until gravity
then put the Vehicle into currency
contribute to The Furnace
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 10:47 PM UTC
EX'd Out!
Or Ex'iting
No matter what the who is or the they are.
And Why!
Finding ourselves in the
Ex'd out zone.
Balancing the tender spaces and delictae places.
Life/death
Love/hate
Ex-companion..Ex-friend..
We must be Ex'iting to fill our hands with better things.
Ex-wife..Ex-husband.
Ex-employee..facing situations where your No longer..
in a top ranking position.
Coping, handling managing emotions.
Being in these tender places will make you stronger.
Failing to will cause you danger.
Being Ex'd Out can bring
Anger, fear feelings of rejection loss of hope..
Despair..pain within, anguish, turmoil, feeling like you can't cope.
Springing up emotions of hatred and bitterness.
Sowered things like unforgiveness..
rage and defeat.
Roots of loneliness and cravings so strong to regain
back again the place you were before all this began.
Soured..Its Time to move forward.
You have to be Ex'd out to move into new beginnings.
You have to Ex'it to seek the things much more perfect.
You don't have to see it as losing.
View it as Time to move to achieve your dreams.
If you needed to be Ex'd out for being corruptive.
Let the just live.
Allow em to live peacefully free from fear.
Free from any retaliation We have no right to rebel.
When someone wants our Ex'its from their situations.
Put your peaceful shoes on.. and move along.
Some Ex's have become harmfully dangerous.
It gives them no right to destroy any of us.
Cry to be delivered from evil..If being Ex'ed causes you pain.
Know the heart needs healing and is in critical condition.
Enter the spiritual ER emergency.
Until you can make a successful recovery.
Ex out all the negative..You have more life to live..
When you Ex'it successfully
Life has much more to give!
Writer SelinaSharday
S.A.M 2018
May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 10:57 PM UTC
A loaded gun fired
A matchstick stroked and glistened
A deadly heat sparked
Jobiranyc (3/23/2018)
Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 12:52 AM UTC
It's been a month.
It's been two thousand words.
I've grown from this dust; I'm covered in soot.
Still, I have no place.
Still, I fall from grace.
But, it's been a month.
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 6:35 AM UTC
Can I share your Christmas
Mine’s been ****** away
Too busy closing out my job
To have much time to play
No Christmas tree, no mistletoe
No wreath on my front door
No strings of lights across the roof
No “spirit” any more
I promise not to hog your joy
And I will not intrude
I only want to steal a taste
Of all your special day includes
A whiff of loving happiness
And reverence for the season
I want to feel some holiday
And that’s my only reason
So if you’ll let me have a bite
Of what your Christmas means
I’ll be forever in your debt
For sharing happy scenes.
ljm
Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 10:02 AM UTC
I quit my job today
it's like gaining a beautiful freedom,
Wouldn't you say?
To wake up, In a world free from the clock in, clock out
I didn't leave a note, I just walked out
Honestly, I'm smiling with no doubts, no regrets
Even more honest, it's been five minutes,
I haven't even gotten in my car yet.
And I haven't had a chance to dissect these decisions.
I got a wife and son at home, they don't even know,
I don't even know what I was thinking,
Sit down for a minute, I'm getting blurred vision.
I'm taking some time for myself today,
Those bills can stack like dominos,
They fall, I didn't plan to pay them anyway.
I'll play these video games and become a legend,
Sodas will pay me to represent them
I'd be a sellout in a second, that isn't even a question
Just as long as I don't need to get out of bed, then I'll be fine.
It's alright, keep telling myself, it's alright.
I retired from my job today,
I gave my title away
What will I do without this purpose?
What is there, now, for me to seek?
I'm trying not to freak out
Honestly, my nerves are shot, my brain feels so tired
Even more honest, I'm driving home to try to explain to my family
That really I just got fired.
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 2:04 AM UTC
"Da Mooch", he was ****** was rude, and was loud.
As his spokesman, you'd think that would make Donald proud,
but he's suddenly dumped before we got to know him.
Yes, his job's been cut short... Just like this poem!
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 6:30 PM UTC
Who fired the first bullet?
Who drew the first knife?
Who took the first life?
Who verbally assaulted the first person
Who's fear did worsen
into fight rather than flight
in the dark night
Of the human soul
How do we address the bloodshed and killing
What if we were willing
To let go of the bloodshed show
We know what is like to know
What is like to live in tribes
But if worked together love, unity and hope would arrive.
Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 2:32 PM UTC
The FBI chief, Mr. Comey,
was loved by Trump like his best *****
For he went around hintin'
about emails and Clinton,
making Trump fans excited and foamy.
But then Comey provided reflection
upon Trump aides and Russian connection.
Trump did protest and howl,
stamp his feet and cry foul,
for the tide has turned since the election.
Trump thinks Comey is guilty of slander,
though his Hillary probe raised no dander.
So I guess Trump's excuse
is what's good for the goose
simply does not apply to the gander!
So why Donald Trump am I hounding
through this verse and this poetic pounding?
It's Trump's hypocrisy
that so motivates me
and we're used to it!... That's what's astounding!
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 10:42 PM UTC
Look...
The day will come where it takes a mortician
to show you there are worse things than your depression.
Death and/or dismemberment.
It's not just a falsified insurance claim.
The day you fell to your knees and wept over the great pacific ocean
In the city of angels you were humbled by its majestic potion.
A message in a bottle sent.
Or it was swept carelessly away in the rain.
The day you spoke about your loneliness sitting in an upright-coffin-confession.
Adjacent to the man who ***** children to make himself feel... more... man.
Literally, I meant.
Did that yet distract your pain?
The day you cried to the doctor about your back and lack of motion.
She had just finished up hospice for her cancer-ridden husband over the phone.
Off to die, he was sent.
But, oh, that little tiny pain.
The day you complained to your flat-mate about your job being so mundane.
As she opened the letter from her employer who fired her, after ****** her, to avoid the human resource claim.
You were hell-bent.
As she went insane.
The day you cried to your best friend about your second wedding being destroyed by the rain.
He was a man who had never felt the embrace of love, the ability to cherish, the passion and pain of a woman, he had paralyzed legs, no woman had ever loved him.
Booooooo-hoo your costume got wet.
You've never even tried to see anothers suffering.
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 3:11 PM UTC
I forgive too quickly,
To me this is sickening
The beast inside of me, unleashed
Wishes to be a blade, unsheathed
Released into the world
Spinning, twist and twirl
Manipulate events, unfurl
A masterpiece, coloured swirls
It makes me feel helpless
I have too many morals
I follow them whether they help me
Or alone, I call
I have warned them
It's the last chance they will get
The satisfaction may be real
But I may end up in regret
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 12:33 AM UTC
I sat in this dark room
reloading the empty gun.
I gazed at it, ran my fingers across it,
reached for my target and fired!
But the page remained blank.
I had every intent, but no motive.
Because although I wanted you dead,
I refused to move on.
#Writer’sBlock
Timelessessence
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 2:39 PM UTC
I hand-over my heart
Wrap it up in every single thing I do
For it all to come to a screeching halt
Over a few hours... of a few days... of a whole year
Of sweat blood and tears.
All I have left to show:
A few extra pennies
A fuller resume
Warm memories of inspired children
Cold memories of anger and spite
A tepid heart searching for the light
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 3:27 PM UTC