Her lips may drip honey
But her teeth drip blood
She'll spend all your money
She'll squander your love
She's got no good intentions
She's got no noble cause
And all her inventions
Are deadly as claws
Beware the Bad Woman
She's pretty as a follower
She's bad things a-comin'
She'll leave you sad and sour
"That's so gay!"
A use of
Slang and slander
If they use
Gay as in
It would be a good expression.
But if they use it
As a reference to
You can't be more gay
Than someone else.
There's no scale
And it's a bad expression
So gay is
Gay is not bad.
People who say "That's so gay."
They are bad
Never let someone else decide how good you are. And never make an exception to that rule.
Your words, and your unique we of expressing them, are a gift given to you. If someone else doesn't appreciate them, then good for them. It's not their gift, so it has nothing to do with them. Its your responsibility to respect your gifts and to protect them from negativity; typical of these lower life forms, called Haters; annoying little creatures that feed off of other people's energy and hard work - they spawn fairly quickly and dewl in the depths of social media, hidden behind computer and smartphone screens. Usually over-weight, bad breath, single and filthy broke. Hindered by limited hand-eye coordination; they simply suck at every thing. They are pretty pathetic, in person. I mean they look human, but have no spinal cord, so they don't stand up straight. Their habitats similar to that of a large roach, just messier with and more filth. I hear they are contagious, so be careful. Don't let their negativity rub off on you, or you will end up like one of them. A soulless zombie, paroling posts looking for a something stupid to say.
Glitter and gold is the man in the chair
with rings on his fingers
and the hardened harsh stare
blinded by ugliness
wrists chained down by no use
a man with much money
he spends on abuse
the term known as trafficking
familiar I’m sure
he’s never been one for
doing what’s pure
so he lays down his money
flings out his cash
says he’ll pay the full price
for the girl with the mask
just to touch her to feel her
pet her cold body with his
run clammy hands up her scarred legs
clamp her in his ashen fist
little boys too he will willingly harm
because trafficking to him is a sport
no need for alarm
Just cows in the system
of making ends meat.
The poor solemn dancer
the poor saddened soul
the poor battered spirit
angry that they’ve been sold
with dirty feet and scabby legs
they work to feed the king
the end from him they can only beg
And freedom will never ring.
There are many faces of That is called poverty ... All poverty's faces are ugly Simply because that's the way with it ... No one likes poverty ,but It's over there ... As long as poverty prevails,then There are poor people Anywhere and everywhere ... _____________________
You said you were not "amused"
A clown I am, for the words I choose.
You rip me apart and throw me down, even when you said you'll be around.
You picked me up and treated me right.
Then it just got worse. So now we fight.
You said you were leaving out of my sight.
I hurt so much, I didn't say goodnight.
Time for some originality methinks
this copy paste world of ours, well it stinks
sincerity became a thing of the past
as people got lazy and obsessed with fast
No time for honesty bout the way that you feel
originality gone at the turn of a wheel
a right click here and a left click there
and we use others words to show that we care
Well enough of being lazy and thoughtless I say
Lets go back and do things the old fashioned way
Where you said what you meant
and you meant what you said
And took time to write words
you knew would be read
Its hard to wrap emails in ribbons and bows
As for Facebook and messenger
who knows where that goes
So give me some paper and a pen every time
And I will sit down and think,
and then write you a line
My words may make you smile
and they may make you weep
But I choose them with care
to build something you'll keep.
you told me you were leaving
because i smoke cigarettes
i stopped smoking in fear
of losing you forever
i went by your place to tell you
that i broke my bad habit
i saw you pressing your lips
against someone new
my walk home was lonely
and the only thing pressed to my lips
was a cigarette
i guess it's time to quit my bad habit:
Bad boy with your tattooes and piercings.
You are the player of our neighborhood.
Why do all the girls gather around you?
Can't they see that you're up to no good?
Bad boy with your sparkling blue eyes.
Your hypnotic gaze it captured my heart.
I fell head over heels in love with you.
Never believing one day we would part.
Bad boy with your charming laughter.
It's what I missed about you the most.
A sound I would hear late every night.
Haunting my dreams just like a ghost.
Bad boy with your seductive smile.
Never again will you trick nor fool me.
I am no longer trapped by your spell.
From your hold I have broken free.
Pretty, skinny, smart, kind,
How many people see through my lies.
Maybe that's then reason I want to burn with him,
I'm part devil, part bad girl, that's just who I am.
You say "What's a good girl like you, doing with someone like him?"
Maybe that's why I hate you, maybe that's why I sin.
Do not judge him by the way his skin is his canvas,
Do not judge him by the metal piercing through his lips.
Know that the words he whispers into the dead of night,
The fears he keeps hidden, away from your sight,
And the stunning eyes that showcase what he's seen,
That's who he is, reflected in pools of green.
So why don't you judge me the way you judge him?
Because I'm pretty? Or skinny? Or have unmarked skin?
Don't you realize the outside covers the person within?