#troubling
If you don't mind Mr Betts,
Can I call you Mr Betts?
Yes? Great
Mr Betts,
I'm going to keep this brief
i'd like to go through a few Q&A's
Off the record as always
And no apologies
~~~
Have you ever tried not being a priick?
Or attempted to not mess up shhit?
Every feeding and helping hand,
Innocently presented,
Got bit
Your past can't always be the culprit
The future shouldn't be viewed as unimportant
That opens the door for thoughts of forfeit
Forced to be reactant
Bilt a bridge to get over it
The craftsmanship is always immaculate
Admired from entrance to exit
Then, in the very next moment,
There's always a head turn to confirm it
A ***** and Gomorrah double take to make sure the thing stayed lit
Though you've never turn to stone or **** a brick
It's not a one time incident
I'm sensing that punishment is no longer a deterrent
It isn't, isn't it?
The troubling news is...you guessed it
Everyone's reclaiming their investment
Or eating the cost, willing to take the loss just to be done with it
Setting a telling precedent of embarrassment
One with an abundance of resentment
All the while, this battle internal is constant
Brought on ironically by an antidepressant
Raging against tendencies of a suicidal mindset
It's crazy how ugly things tend to get,
Within a quarter of a heart beat minus a minute
In other words, it's instant
Good luck, you're gonna need it."
©2024
Apr 15, 2024
Apr 15, 2024 at 1:08 PM UTC
It burns,
The way it creeps.
The wrongs all done.
Culprits I let get away,
For I found reason.
In actions which led to dismissal.
It wasn't as bad.
The past proved worst.
New pain is here.
A new form of mistrust,
Swirling in my head.
Moving to my heart.
Saying you knew better.
The knives will eventually,
Create their own wall.
My blood truly hasn't,
Spilt yet...
Though I fear,
One day I will pull,
Pull them all out.
By myself and let it pour.
Truly I will then,
Be no more.
I will have nothing more to give.
No room for another.
Errors I make,
Will no longer haunt.
Nothing, that sounds pleasurable.
Makes sense to me,
To prove myself, that is me
Not what rises from,
This pain.
Is it not better?
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 3:12 PM UTC
life is bittersweet you could say,
you'll die one day
live the rest,
everyday is a chance, a miracle,
things happen,
troubling,
loving,
thick and thin,
yet I'm so happy I get to spend my bittersweet life,
with you and only you,
m y l o v e
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 8:54 PM UTC
In a world of fear and crime today,
well it's hard to see the good,
amongst a guarded people now,
who once together stood,
we focus on just what we can't,
instead of what we should,
say who can help our people out,
if anybody could?
I tell you this in shame for all,
that people here are dying,
adults and infants die alike,
in endless tears I'm crying.
while another child dies today,
from lies that we are buying,
I see the world as it should be,
where we all share our food,
instead we have a county now,
where commonplace is rude,
where elected is a president,
who's mouth is spewing crude,
A divided people always fall,
it will lead us to a death,
I will say we rise as one,
until my dying breath,
My poet heart,
can't take much more,
of a people lost in blindness,
as levied waters at our toes,
to stop it only kindness,
Wake up,
won't you,
selfish those,
with a frozen blinkless stare,
I hope if you were starving,
well I hope someone would share,
in every other bite they eat,
& everything they bare,
If alone and out there hungry
it's hard for some to beg,
with so many apathetic,
to a Humpty Dumpty egg,
They talk an talk in platitudes,
of goodness they don't mean,
stupidity a common voice,
like I have never seen,
where friends are disappearing here,
and the grass no longer green,
Not because their stupid,
though in ignorance,
is bliss,
while painful is awareness,
it is endless,
that abyss,
In a world of broken people,
& few who see the truth,
where ones who share are not believed,
or lost to us in youth,
We search to be enlightened,
or say something,
like the same,
while putting idle hands beneath us,
as our heads hang down in shame,
or we aim a bony finger,
point to someone else in blame,
We are too slow to awaken,
so we must wake up right now,
we must end in our division,
come together here somehow,
& I will keep on asking,
till my death in this I vow,
when I see a God & if he comes,
to him I'll surely bow,
Though here's the saddest story,
of a sweet and blessed child,
from his mother's womb he came,
all humble, meek and mild,
then crucified by greedy hands,
so lost in envy wild,
A baby dies in freezing temps,
a homeless camp his stable,
his barefoot Mother thinks he breathes,
to care for him,
unable,
Some say that she is crazy,
and they think it's even fact,
otherwise well why in hell,
would any woman act,
as if she's nuts or evil,
or with the devil made a pact,
As if her baby was a gift,
immaculate conception,
she says he is child of a God,
a unique an rare exception,
all she hears is yeah sure right,
and utter clear rejection,
Most don't care about her story here,
shooaway,
my listening ears,
they bury heads in comfy blankets,
to drown out the constant fears,
desensitized,
from worldly plight,
in what can draw their tears?
We are told that capitalism,
is the way up to the top,
money rooted all our evil,
to share would help it stop,
An ad hominem argument,
to argue truth of God,
& I'm sure if he exists at all,
he'd find it more than odd,
If he sent a child here to see,
if kindness here exists,
if 9 days old is all he had,
to raise an angry fist,
I couldn't say I'd blame him,
seems that no one gave a ****
for a little dying baby,
just a sacrificial lamb,
If people who believe that Jesus,
he died for us our sin,
if they and every person,
treated strangers as their kin,
there wouldn't be a battle,
that together we can't win,
realize not to judge,
on say someone else's sin,
No mouth would ever hunger,
our strength as one would grow,
to a loving giving God,
in our kindness we would show,
doing what is right ,
is something we should know,
The money hungry people,
a machine who's way is lost,
who throws away the extras,
regardless of the cost,
Animals are moving on,
while Winters without snow,
smoggy skies to block the sun,
a hazy smelly glow,
the government says look away,
then puts on another show,
they can take another bow,
while hitting a new low,
I ask above an answer,
why WE do this to OUR people,
while my country is my church,
& my sky above,
the stepple,
It's not about religion now,
or right,
or wrong,
or hate,
there's only one way in to there,
behind the pearly gates,
our journey architected,
by our hands,
our only fate,
I implore you,
share in all you have,
before it's all too late.
Cherie Nolan © 2016
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 5:49 PM UTC
Exasperation is the new season, flaunting it around instead of holding it inside.
Yes, these bags under my eyes are designer.
Help arrives in the nick of time, losing your unfiltered mind.
Bricks thrown, all sorts of sizes, too. Collecting and building, haunting your shrine. Hovering above is my denial. It reminds me why what I experience is such a trial.
Such a set back, run another lap. Farther and farther away…
Introduce me to the style.
Expired ideas are lightly sketched.
I gave up my sight of fashion when pressure popped out my eyes.
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 2:09 AM UTC
That awkward moment when
You realize your entire life
Your passions
Your opportunities
Your abilities
Are all made possible by the
Blood
Sweat
And Tears
Of people you will never even know
Existed
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 3:08 PM UTC
My confusion troubles me
My wondering depresses me
And my knowledge grows heavily
And the icing on that cake is everything I hate about me
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 5:43 PM UTC