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386 · Jun 2015
The Social Outcast
TheBard Jun 2015
As all of you go out at night
Another weekend passes by
Taking for granted what you have
When to be invited, I would die

The social outcast's role is played
By me myself and I
No, I exaggerate, that's too much
Im so alone I want to cry

I built up the courage one fateful day
Enough courage to ask and approach
What was wrong with me? What I'd done wrong
That I was treated like a ghost

All I got back was the sly remark
"Do you hear that strange buzzing sound"
Then whack! I was slapped, hard across the face
Next I was on the ground

I was kicked, beaten, left for dead
Sore and badly bruised
No one around to hear my cries
Against them I'd always lose

All I really want is to fit in
Be considered one of the gang
That seems impossible at this point
I'm best friends with the back of your hand

The worst part is I'll never know
Why I was the one that God picked
To be someone else's punching bag
And reciever of their kicks

I cry at night and lick my wounds
As another day passes by
The predator, the prey are all roles played
In the messed up circle of life
314 · Jun 2015
Jealous
TheBard Jun 2015
Jealous is probably the word
Most would use to describe my feelings
As I gaze at the both of you
Transfixed
By your twinkling eyes that sparkle for another
And as you nervously flick your golden-brown hair
Rays of heaven reflect and blind my wistful eyes as I turn away in shame only to look back yet again
I can't explain why I want you so badly
It is as instinctive as a baby's cry and as mysterious as the crescent moon that hides its true self from afar
As you laugh I swear angels conduct a heavenly orchestra
So sweet to the ear is your voice
It drips the honey of love and care and sticks to the soul for eternity
If only I could be the hive to store
And cherish
Each word you utter
As each syllable echoes a bedtime lullaby
Lucky is the man who holds thee in his arms
The treasure he posseses has brought many a man down to his knees
As he laments in the fortune of others

As surely as the sun will set tonight only to rise again
I shall greet the dawn with fire
I shall fight for you until the end of days
Or
The end of my days
Whichever comes first
My eternal rest is with you
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TheBard Jun 2015
They say that money won't buy hapiness
But boy would it cushion the blows
Imagine using money tissues
Every time you blew your nose

Cruising out on the highway
In my sports car glinting red
Driving straight into my yacht
Ocean sailing before bed

People responding all around
To my every beck and call
Watching movies for hours on end
On that flat screen the size of the wall

Flying out in my private jet
For any little affair
Continent to continent is daily routine
The finest luxury in the air

House parties that break the news
Every time the good times roll
Take my family and my friends
Anywhere around the globe

Tech toys to blow the mind
As spare hobbies on the side
Gold toilets and the lot
Would surely make my bottom shine

They say that money can't by happiness
But boy,  it helps a lot
Just whip out an 100 or more
Every time you feel some snot
238 · Jun 2015
The Love That Hurt
TheBard Jun 2015
Distorted, muddled feelings
About relationships gone by
I feel so guilty and confused
I can't look you in the eye
For you see, I have a feeling
My heart is split in two
Not wanting to pick a side
Not knowing what to do
Both the pros and the cons
Sway in either way
Two complete opposites
The heart strings start to fray
I am torn between the latin beaut
Half way across the globe
Or the childhood sweetheart
Living right across the road
The reasoning behind either one
Could not be called similar at all
The one leaves my tongue
Hanging outside my mouth
The other makes my heart all warm
I promised myself I never would
Do this in my life
But clearly the heart can't be deprived
From getting what it likes
As a fierce battle rages on
Inside my poor mind, thinking-burnt
Love is not the ideal
When someone could get hurt

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