#paying
You didn't want love I offered
I continued life alone
Both lucky
You more than I
To be alive on my own
It's 11:11
Make a wish
Won't come true for you twice
Time I lost missing you is now yours to spend
You are paying the price
Jul 11, 2024
Jul 11, 2024 at 11:20 PM UTC
I've hit rock bottom
Once or twice
Been to the moon and back
Lived on the thinnest ice
I've gathered some scars
And I've talked to the stars
Spent some time behind bars
I have paid a due or two
I ran for my life
From an angry Moose
I looked up the proper number of
Twists in a noose
I turned the tables on a hungry bear
I've climbed the mountains and breathed the rarefied air
I have paid a due or two
I've had my long dark nights of the soul
I've seen the pieces, and I've seen the whole
I've pushed a boulder up the same hill many times
Just to watch it roll back down, so, once again,
I make that climb
I've written riddles, hymns(riffs) , blog entries, and rhymes
I have paid a due or two
Sep 23, 2021
Sep 23, 2021 at 4:03 AM UTC
Visited graveyard today
For mom and dad
Wish their lives weren't taken away
So much time left to be had
Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 2:05 PM UTC
This time no single bird
can not sing
the dawn song.
A mental gun shooter
said in a
primary school.
This time no flower
can be thrown
to dustbin
in this globalisation era.
A mental gun shooter
said in a high school.
This time no
excuse will be
acceptable
for last time to
support the word
'sorry'.
A mad gun
shooter in govt run
paying guest.
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 8:57 AM UTC
How come I always end up paying for wishes?
Aren't they supposed to be free?
Why is recompense part of the deal
when they're supposed to uplift little me?
Why does the brass lamp cost money?
Doesn't rubbing it mean luck?
Why must I pay a penny a day
If it won't guarantee I'm not stuck?
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 7:43 AM UTC
There's a fire in my eyes, and my fangs are about to show
You think I'm sweet and timid, not a mean bone in my body
But there are sides of me you just don't know
For within this aged body, lies a monster full of rage
He's only there to protect me from what people do and say
I'm afraid after what you are doing he is rattling his cage
If he breaks free I'm scared what he might do
He has no heart, so no words can make him fall apart, no deed can break him down
You think I'm weak for my kindness that I have shown to you
Now I'm asking you to pay your part, give me what you owe
Or I'll unlock the cage and fling wide open that **** rusty door
So he can stomp your *** kick you out of my life, making you happy he finally let you go
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 10:16 AM UTC
*Fishing the coins up from my pocket.
One by one.
Counting them carefully. Repeatedly.
I hope I haven’t forgot some.
Just the thought of it makes me nervous.
I’ll face the ground.
What should I do if I have counted wrong?
Just keep looking down.
Standing in line, trapped in a cage.
The next one is me.
Please, don’t do anything stupid.
Count slowly to three.
The beeping from the machine.
It’s too loud.
The voices and smiles are all too much.
I don’t belong in a crowd.
I am up front, the point of no return.
Eye to eye.
Looking down, giving the money.
I am ready to die.
All the attention is now gone, I’m free.
The exit has arrived.
I can’t believe I did it once again.
I can’t believe I survived.*
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 10:44 AM UTC
Take time
to wrap your arm
around a child
warm against your chest
teach him to train his eyes
on falling leaves
Take time
to point your finger
toward squirrels dancing
across branches to their
nest-home perched
atop the tulip poplar
towering over the back yard
Take time
to trace a
two year old hand
outline each finger
leave living imprints
beyond mere paper
into the next
generation
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 10:52 AM UTC
Ive been sent out ,
From the place where i have lived,
Now i live in a box beside a bridge,
The shirt on my shoulders the shoes on my feet,
These are the only things left to me,
I walk through this wasteland where it never snows,
The sun beat down and burned my clothes,
I still wish i had some things that I've lost,
Yet paying whats owed and owning the cost,
Is the price that is eventually paid,
And here now i stay kneel here and pray,
For things they must get better.
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 10:57 PM UTC
Struggling to make ends meet
Not making enough money.
I borrow to pay--pay to borrow again.
Yet I cannot stand people that try to help me, which is ludicrous because we should feel great when one person out of an entire society of rude, disrespectful cretins chooses to offer a hand.
I'm working on it.
So when I scowl when you pay, or when I don't have enough gas to get back to my house you fill up my tank, it is not because I am a better-than-you woman.
It is because my mother was a single mom raising three kids.
She busted her behind making ends meet for us so we could stay in the house we grew up in.
I had no TV until I was ten, and I think I turned out alright thus far....
My mom is my role model.
I try to reach the level she was at making ends meet, only I never get there, and I find myself having to rely on a system that I indeed truly hate
I want to be able to pick up the tab when I go out once in a while
It would be marvelous to be able to say, "I got this, " when in reality the only things I really have is cobwebs in my wallet.
I want to be independent and adequate to provide for myself financially
"A gentleman always pays regardless of a date, be it with a friend, lover, or family." You smirk.
I scowl again, as you again reach for the tab.
This is going to drive me crazy
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 1:04 AM UTC