#sloppy
Now, What are
these F*****S gonna do today???
they always got
something not pleasant to say!!!
they are just
wanting things to go their way,
as always, it's
gonna be a sloppy day,
Now, I gotta deal
with these circus clowns,
a lot of them, I wished
were never around,
some are just loud, and
some are obnoxious,
they are working
my nerves, and are just Atrocious!!
I am just here trying to do my work,
gotta massive migraine, and
my head really hurts,
I am trying to stay calm,
someone might get punched,
OH NO, NOT AGAIN,
WHO DONE STOLED MY LUNCH??
all I want to do is get
through this SHIFT,
I AM TRYING SO HARD NOT TO
DROP IT, and QUIT,
IT'S GOT 401(k), and GREAT BENEFITS,
SO, DON'T GIVE UP NOW,
because,
YOU CAN DO IT!!!
some co-workers, I think
are really cool, and
others I think are nothing but fools,
but that's alright, I willbe okay,
It's just sometimes, I be having bad days,
Some days are bad, and
some days are good,
some days, I wish
that a IMBECILE WOULD!!!
Now, the SHIFT IS OVER,
What more could I say,
just trying to make it clear:
IT IS NEVER A GOOD DAY!!!!
B.R.
Date: 6/27/2025
Jun 28, 2025
Jun 28, 2025 at 5:52 PM UTC
I love when I feel happy
It comes around constantly
More often that it may seem
When they see my face
They feel a cold embrace
When in actuality
I welcome all emotions equally
Its usually just my fear
That causes how I may appear
Like a spider or a bee
I fear you much more than you do me
And if you were to hear me speak
You'd find no tongue and cheek
I offer my olive branches
Quiet earnestly
And even though I may hibernate
And my fear eventually
takes over me
I always in the end
Feel the burning under my skin
I love in bursts
Its violent
And it can hurt
But I love
I love I love I love
I love being happy
So happy I bounce off the walls
Off of you
Off of the mountains
Until it echos
I love being sloppy in my joy
I love leaving a mess
I love when it's overjoy
And I love the overkill
I love being so happy
It runs out completely
And the car in my heart sputters
And stops in the middle of the road
I love walking to the next gas station
With my shoes in my hand
Feeling exhausted
Like I could never love again
But nevertheless
I always seem to find
The next station
And I refuel
And I can go again
May 8, 2025
May 8, 2025 at 8:59 PM UTC
My works feel
Sloppy
Untrained
Sub-par
Like I'm using my non-dominant hand
Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 7:57 AM UTC
"Choose your battles wisely"
That's what every they say repeatedly
Could never naysay exclusively
But could say it absolutely might turn gale force to breezy
It would earn a win column that's mostly empty,
Some much needed tally marks in a hurry, though not in a flurry
Admittedly, that's not necessarily necessary nor would it come anywhere near a reality
Because honestly, even a visionary wouldn't be able to foresee a victory
It's looking to be mostly negativity
As far as the third eye can see
So the convoluted parlor tricks hit particularly sloppy
A complete absence of accuracy
The glass crystal ball looking back blindly
Really, all that's needed is to recap some history
Finding quickly,
A guess holds the same weight as that forgery
More importantly
Pay attention,
Who holds the pen
And
Who writes the story
©2024
Apr 27, 2024
Apr 27, 2024 at 10:09 AM UTC
Dates, are either wrinkly
or juicy...
Mine wasn't that good as
I spat out his tongue.
Dam, I only said Hi...….
May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 5:51 PM UTC
I wish I could write things with meaning
With piercing words and breathtaking diction.
I wish that I could give all that I was thinking through words and art,
But everything I want to express is cut short
Broken down or unclean.
I want people to feel things when they read,
When they live I want my thoughts
In the back of their heads
Influencing their own ideas.
I want those feelings to inspire others
To express themselves through my words.
It's always been a dream.
And a far-fetched one at that.
Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 8:47 PM UTC
the acid talk really put me onto you
the specifics did it. precision cement.
the way you fill the silence, violently
**** victim defender. defender of what?
if you stuck to one version of your rules
you'd hear your disgusting tongue, you
would taste what you say and purge
you were in so many places at once
you touched the stars. drank in bars.
according to your true story account
the child soldier. soldiered psych wards.
for all that i know, i know no more truth
i know, i know, i know i let you in but i
can't truly know such an obvious liar
nor believe it in my core that you're a friend
what do you want from me?
the steel trap that memorized my paychecks
what do you want from me?
the cancer factory that steals all my class A's
what do you want from me?
what do you want?
your verse your version
infects my art
never have i ever been so tempted to spend
money over the internet
much too much too
curious
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 6:32 PM UTC
Reading through your beautiful words,
My tears begin to fall.
Sloppy, wet, all over my desk;
I'd never let anyone see me this way.
Because when I'm like this,
There isn't anything you can do.
I'm feeling too much at this point,
And you may as well just leave me alone.
Reading your lovely words,
My tears are now streaming.
Drenched, sopping, my shirt is soaked;
I'd never let anyone see me this way.
Because when I'm like this,
Even I can't do anything.
I'm overwhelmed at this point,
And I may as well not even try to stop.
Reading your sweet words,
My tears are pouring down.
Flooded, sloshing, my room is filled.
I'd never let anyone see me this way.
Because when I'm like this,
I can't breathe, and my head spins.
I'm falling in love with every word,
And I may as well keep reading.
Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 10:40 PM UTC
Oh no
He thinks
as the
screams begin.
He forgot
to wash
the blood
off his
hands
[He's
gotten
sloppy]
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 8:19 PM UTC
I look into your hazel eyes,
hoping never to say goodbye.
The love you've brought to me
I crave it endlessly.
So let's go inside and close the door,
where we can make sweet l'amour.
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 7:51 AM UTC
i want to hold your hand
but the mere thought
of our fingers brushing
leaves my palms sweating
and chest pounding
i want to see you
but that requires you seeing me
and it makes me want to fold myself in,
all the parts of me i'm not proud of
there are too many
because to you i am only a fleeting star like all the rest in the sky
but to me you are long-lived galaxies taking up my headspace, lasting, lingering
even after the last star burns out.
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 5:43 AM UTC
she lost control again,
just like in any situation
where she's helpless and
anxious, and she needs
someone to calm her down
with sloppy kisses and
tight hugs, but there's
no one to give her what
she wants and needs.
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 10:48 AM UTC
Took you to my room
Locked the door; swallowed the key
Then I swallowed you.
Rolled up my sleeves... high
Pumped you through my veins... again
Turned off all the lights.
Hi again, old friend
I am high again, old friend
I am high on you.
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 3:21 PM UTC