"debby" poems
Inspector Dork was not pleased with himself
he had interrogated everyone in the house
only to be knocked down by
impenetrable alibi
Spouse Susan slept soundly through the night
and was awakened in the morn
when the alarm bell rang in his room
Daughter Debby's room was a floor down
she was up with her studies
plugged to earphones
Son Simon was out for the night
he was at his friend's place
for a birthday party
Maid Maddie made his bed
when the clock in his master's room
was chiming ten
Butler Bill having served a glass of milk
closed the door behind him
and retired for the night.
Inspector Dork was about to leave the victim's room
when his eyes fell on the clock pendulum
it was not swinging
he knew who was lying.
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 8:06 AM UTC
I sure would love to write. But long behold I have my consciousness to fight. Get out of my way you ******* Get out of my sight! What you're doing to me is vile, it just isn't right!
Ha! You're terrible I tell you! Your work is destined to fail! A pathway of let downs. A pathetic paper trail. You're just writing for dumpsters like its discarded mail.
Silence you demon! I will discover my strengths and discover my style. Bet your *** on that you ***** Or my name isn't Kyle! I'm not destined for failure. Youre making me tick. I'm fed up with your ******** and you're making me sick.
Hahaha I see what's happening here! Im winning you over because you're beginning to fear. You will never silence me because I am all that you hear. Throw away this writing because your ending is near. Boo hoo you baby! Are you shedding a tear?
Fall back because I'm conquering you! My determination is gritty and my motives are true. In loo of my weaknesses and in loo of my doubt. Ill never give in and cry, nor will I give in and pout. My armor is powerful and my posture is stout.
Ah, I see. Are you now breaking free? Are you standing your ground and silencing me? But what of your writings? What will they be? A dumpster fire! I bet your *** we will see! And when that happens Ill be filled with glee.
Its over Debby downer because I'll learn new techniques. I'll lay down my heart and all that it speaks. Ill write highs and lows, Ill write valleys and peaks. Ill write with the blood that my bleeding heart leaks. Now change your attitude because your attitude reaks!
I understand and submit. I lay out the red carpet for you. I see you speak from the heart and your heart does speak true. But nevertheless, I'll stick just like glue. When you worry and doubt I'll be pouncing on you. When you're pondering ideas and out for something that's new. The writings you write without me will be few.
Tousche, that's fine, but you've run out of time. Now let go of the pen because the pen is mine. I'm free to write my writings and the feelings sublime. When I master my craft my writings will be so divine. You're despicable, a decrepit rat! Ill be successful.
You can bet your *** on that!
Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 4:32 PM UTC
No, I'm not (okay. You make me feel inferior,
like I must not know what I'm talking about
because I'm younger, or because
I'm a woman. You talk down to me.
All the time. You say I'm your best friend,
your soul mate, your one and only,
but I can't even be honest with you anymore.
My problems are real, and so are my feelings.
I don't need your permission
to be angry, to be grouchy, to be a
"Debby Downer," as you call me way too often.
That phrase used to make me laugh.
Now, whenever I hear it, I want to hit the nearest object
and pretend it's your face. I am my own person.
You can't tell me how to feel. Don't you ever
tell me again not to be) upset anymore.
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 5:05 PM UTC
messy hair
stragglers that float in the sunlit 7:47am air
cause trouble, **** subtle
*** with cops and killers
bikini flowers windowsills
xanax lovers loom
ugly paisley wallpapered motel room
making out in pharmacies
I want to leave because I cant breathe
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 8:58 PM UTC
"you know, the past
should be kept in the past."
there's a thunderstorm in the window behind me and I've been checking in on some people I used to know; would you call them friends or lovers, I don't know. my fingers can't type as fast as my mind works; or doesn't; do you know what it's like to get shot in the head? there aren't any tears; you're not a debby downer, you're the life of the party; you're smiling and cracking jokes but inside you wish you were dead; you shoot deer but you think about turning that gun around and shooting yourself; gunshots can't be as loud as your mind; to disrupt the neighbourhood would be the least of your selfish concerns; would anyone remember you if you died?; has anyone noticed you left or have they all just moved on without you?; old habits die hard and you just want to feel something, I just want to feel something; who are we?; no one but strangers who once kissed so hard their lips bled; oh how raw and passionate; i can't seem to be able to distinguish the difference between pain, pleasure and passion; but in my dreams I feel more alive than when I'm awake; when can I crawl into bed next?; I don't want to sleep, you are too far but you are too close; perhaps this was all an impulsive mistake, don't you worry about the inbetweens and the afters; worry about now and yesterday; I am forever haunted by my past; your karma follows you and so do I; don't you dare point that gun in my direction again; I'd rather be set on fire; douse me in gasoline in our bed; turn everything you loved into ashes; I will survive because you never really loved me; everyone is moving on and like the sun I am staying still; revolve around me but don't get too close; you can't even look at me without going blind; the sun is not as beautiful as we romanticize her to be; thunder so loud it shakes your room; you shake me to the core; the lightning will strike again; do you know what it feels like to be shot in the head?
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 6:48 AM UTC
With each one of you
In my life,
our time
might never be enough!
But what counts more
is the beauty
of our crafted bond,
With all
the differences
yet we keep
growing,
blooming
wilting
and
growing
all over again!
Yet bearing all kinds
of storms
and the
seasonal changes,
We never cease
to love and care
for each other!
And that's what makes
it special always, always!
Love you all
For all the
beautiful thrills!
- Debby :)
Aug 3, 2019
Aug 3, 2019 at 3:24 PM UTC
I see her laugh with her friends
I see myself wallow in self pity
She works as to aspire to become something great
I couldn't care less to become something
She has dreams of having a family
I have dreams of traveling not caring for anyone
She cares though. Cares for a lot
I don't care. Don't care for much
She lives such a lovely life full of spirit
I live a depressing life with no spirit
So beautiful i see her and little miss perfect behavior
So ugly am i with my own Mr. Debby downer
So different yet she completed me
I saw it coming because we're so different,
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 12:47 PM UTC
A noisy crow flew overhead greeting friends, loved
ones, and unsuspecting humans
Sorry I have not written but needed a break from each other
You know that I can’t stay away too long from you
Have to let go temporarily of two people that matter
The Debby downer stuff is getting old but will respect it from a distance
Just as we turn the corner and happier days are hopefully ahead of us
Just have to let them go knowing in the future things will improve and we will enjoy the friendships that have stood the test of time
Letting them go for now.
C@rainbowchaser2023
Aug 13, 2023
Aug 13, 2023 at 1:32 PM UTC
There is no band aid
No secret potion
The words do little for you
You are angry with the world
You can no longer use me as a punching bag
Filling my mind and heart with your pain
Stepping back and when you are ready I will be there
That is up to you
Wish there was more to do than to wish you the very best
That us all for now
Your Debby downer stuff is more than getting old
You need a professional to help you sort it out
Whatever it is
C@rainbowchaser2024
Feb 23, 2024
Feb 23, 2024 at 4:18 PM UTC