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Kara Jean May 2016
You'd be lying denying beauty in her chaos (explicit)
"I ****** less", she said grabbing her lacey dress.
Her contrary dignity intact as she takes a sip of whiskey.
Walking out the door becoming the prominent mother everyone adores.
*** addict, she ignores.
No one sees the double life she hides so well.
Between the sheets of Monogamy and lustry gratification.
Her heart beats wildly out of control making her want to feed.
Possibly disfunctional programming involved.
She feels no need to anguish in the games she plays.
Love is where her happiness is.
*** is where her gut resides.
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Jude kyrie Oct 2016
Putting the FUN in disfunctional ..Meg and Harry year one
I am not sure when I started hating women.
I am not sure if I hate all women
Or just ******* Meg.
I know it was after Meg married me.
But that ***** doesn't count as a woman.
She didn't need a ******* husband.
She should have bought a dog.

Pulling me around to show to her boring
****** friends when I wanted to watch
the ******* play offs.

Would you like a cup of tea
And some ******* bunt cake Harry.
No I ******* would not.
I could **** a ******* cheeseburger
With the works and a pitcher of bud.

He seems kinda quiet Meg
You two doing alright.?
Yeah she said smiling
He's pouting because the games on
He's being trained.
Trained for ***** sake.

I looked at her sweet face
and her ***** figure.
And I gave a bollocking to little Harry.
For being such a *******
and marrying her.
After all I reasoned to him
Who needs to buy the cow
When I get the milk for free.

But that little guy had a mind of his own.
Now ten months ago I tied a ******* knot
With my tongue
I can't undo with my teeth.

What a ******* ***** she turned out
She deals out two meals
**** and more ****.
She knows when I am at the end of
my ******* string.
Then she  is sweet to little Harry
And I he pulls me along for the ride.
So to speak.

The ******* fights
The neighbors banging in the wall.
The condo committee *******
Your infracting clause
six hundred and ******* forty one
Sub ******* paragraph three point ******* one.
The right of quiet enjoyment.

I think **** it I could use some quiet enjoyment.
But no hope of that with this *****.
Boy that ******* bra of hers is filled with
a set of lungs.
She never used bad language
When we dated.
But that was before
I came the useless *****.
And the bone idle *******.

For a couple of months now
She started bashing me
In our barneys.
She packs a ******* good Mike Tyson
With that left hook of hers.
Get up you big ***** she yells.
Put your big girl ******* on and fight.
It was only a ******* love tap.
I'm just glad she wasn't
******* mad at me then..

But

Sometimes when the moon is shining
In our bedroom she turns to me
And runs her fingers through my hair.
And kisses me softly like when we just dating.
Her full soft breast press against my bare chest.
I look into her beautiful face
And kiss her deeply.
She says I love you Harry
Your my boy.
******* weird
I say I love you too Meg darling
And I ******* well mean it.

And she takes me softly
And I have tears in my eyes
At her gentleness
Go ******* figure.
I don't ask for much, I only want your trust,
And you know it don't come easy.
And this love of mine keeps growing all the time,
And you know it don't come easy.
Ringo Star Song
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Kara Jean Feb 2017
Me... Not much more I can say
I am Kara Jean
A ******* stressful thing
My heart is sweet
My exterior is bitter coating
I like screaming publicly "tell me what to do!"
The universe yells back "*******!"
I try to dry my cheeks before my mascara burns my eyes
Dried,
like my soul from all my mistakes
Getting what you want is a ******* fight
Challenges seem to grasp me tight
So ****** I'm ready for this disfunctional ride
I've been training my whole life
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Adam Childs Nov 2016
BUTTERFLY ()
Bound to the body
Stuck to the earth
Crawling across the earth
Feeling so heavy

Deep inside
I feel a memory
Something so much better
A hidden treasure

Turning back within I
search for something hidden
Twist and turn, scoff and spit
Something precious deep inside

Then one day
When lost in greed
Take over by an envy
In the darkest way

I gently push
With new parts
And feel a warm
Flash of loving light

Suddenly I feel
A space inside
A sweet essence
Like a perfume
Floating free

With the lightest flutter
Like the touch of a feather
I feel so delicate
My whole world
Opening up

A bright light shine
Down onto me
And I see Gods sun
Shine right through me

And all now is beautiful
Surrounded by my
True colours
Lightly flying full and free

With spots of
Kindness, gentleness
Soft patches of friendliness

Laced together
With a gracefulness
As I carry a
Peaceful presence

All disfunctional ties inside and out
Discarded and dropped
All should's and should not's
All swallowed by a change

All my negatives
Are now positives
The need for Love
Has now all gone

As deep inside
Slipping down a slide
my esence
I find
Is  
made of
LOVE!

As I love and love
Bounce and bounce
From flower to flower
Dance and play

Sharing is
My only intention
For
I find

LOVE

is simply

FREE !

Like a pink waterfall
I can only share

As time passes by
I realize freedom
Is not left of right
Or even
Right or wrong

Freedom is being
Who you truly are
Just letting
All that is real
Really shine

Its your deepest
Purest essence inside
Time for letting
Your
Beauty

UNFOLD

Its looking in the
Mirror knowing
You are beautiful
In every single way
360 degrees all around

And loving
What you see
Is being
Completely free

By being simply

ME
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Karijinbba May 2019
Extracting beauty
Men come easy but few dear get closer extracting beauty
from my beast.
Men often ask me how come I chose to be unmarried for so long why so cellective
I tell them most men do the same mistake they are attracted to my light smily eyes and cute plump femenine shape and never fail to see me as tishue paper meat to satiate some pure carnal need most disregard my pristine womanly motherly wifely
innate nature my spirit soul

i am not just a mule who anyman can mount harness lead walk and run mounted onto without accountability
nor to fill mans grassy other needing wear without genuine commitment to then just leave my heart behind used broken having lost time effort physical inand mental piece of mind

Many other women in this city this country are just a body to be used "no strings attached!." in other words "no love" nor loving commited relationship intended!

I can't for the life of me sucumb to such shallow tribial macho pass time
diseases can become
a lifetime burden
I am not willing to drag with me stds as companions.
Solitude is my bittersweet virtue my passion is my physical and mental health my family and writing primordial to staying alife family matters most to me.
not competing with other women for a user male in trivial heat
like dogs in hormonal instinctual ****** vices bluntly said;
I am no ***** for no dog in heat. Naturally I was open to reign Queen for one King of hearts only once upon a time knowing charm grace in his kingdom beauty-rest mattress-master bedroom, the utter boredom of married life, respectability the old folks the exquizite blessed joy of precious children to cherish protect and adore but those don't exist in my
late neighborhoods they call single mothers strugling alone like i did"disfunctional family, without a father figure!"
but no father was better to my kids existed certainly not the  seeder sadist psychoath poisoner greek human trafficant  nor second one ******* user impotent who couldn't control his forced emissions wasn't better then my Motherly Kali's instincts my single protective motherhood was best.
I was better father-Mom in my daughters case.

the worst city for love and marriage to last on earth or
to raise children who won't treasure single divorced motherhood sacrifices is here Hollywood California.

Better is Houston Kemah Texas in USA England, Ireland India owning family values good marriages non greedy men children grow up better there because school friends
are rooted healthier at home
respecting family bonds
unity unbreakable is the key.

"A house divided by itself cannot stand, it will utterlly be destroyed says  "The holy book" and its true in my world.
~~~~~~~~~
By: Karijinbba
All rights reserved
{Revised again 06/11/19}
thanks for reading
liking, loving
or just flying by over
my field of dreams
lovely butterflies
~~~
Beautiful women single Moms divorcees battered wives Texas offers successful attainment of new husband with old fashion values perhaps England Ireland but its all over for me
love marruage joy has pass me by me like a photom of light streaming tgrough space and briefly missed here on H P.
#texas #family #meat #dogs #heat #macho #nale
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Erin-Taylor Jan 2014
Our Ocean Of Denial
Through my own deadly self-consumed bitterness,

I catch sight of you…

Drifting by your lonesome…

No, drowning…

In an ocean of denial,

Your ocean.

Able to reach depths,

that no one can find.

Something,

Out of something like pity,

I guess I'm kind of indenial too.

Waiting for you to realize that you need me.

I'm hopeless without you.

You're disfunctional without me.

I need you.

You need me.

So come to me, when the sea is in chaos,

It will hardly notice your absence, unlike how I do.

Come to me, so that we may float in Our Own Ocean of Denial.

We'll never drift apart, for when we're together…we are one.

Come home.
I don't know, just rambling I guess.
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Meka Boyle Jan 2011
tick tock
society is on the brink
of destruction
it cant properly function
the dead ends come alive and meet at a junction
crash
just like that
we lash
out
but its too late
we've started to seal our fate
it began when we chose to hesitate
pause
consider the cause
weigh out the odds
tick tock
the scale is tipping
the seams of society are gradually ripping
yet we blindinly keep gripping
at what we've been told
its a slippery hold
a disfunctional mold
there is no room for thought
only what we've been taught
so lend me your ear
allow yourself to hear
the subtle warning in the back of your head
before its too late
your individuality dead
allow yourself to know
gather the courage to grow
you can break out
of these shackels
and chains
for life is not all in vain
resist the embedded urge to refrain
restrain
dont give in
find something within
end the past chapter
pick up a pen
and begin
to write your new book
of a language all your own
in your head
you've always known
acknowledge the fact
lifes all an act
tick tock
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Arcassin B Jan 2016
"Swift"
By Arcassin Burnham

Cause I'm in some rough headspace,
But only in the state of confusion,
Saving all of the ******* for later
Then each time getting a bad result,
It's not my fault,
I will forever and always be a prison,
Kissing doesn't help,
She told me what was my mother like,
And I said just a twisted version of me,
Then she asked about my father,
I said i didn't have one but guess that's every
Black boy's dream,
And it's also not easy being 18 years old,
With no job and disfunctional family,
Now you see,
With a swift pen,
I write poetry,
To escape the harsh reality
Of even being on this planet
And people that have special needs,
And what I need is a non purposeful life
To have meaning,
Now let's talk about you cause
It's enough about me.
Life Is hard as it is
#life #fallen #take #swift
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Busisiwe Jul 2015
This Women!
Like the silk and smooth. The joy in your eyes.
Touched by your voice, these moments can never go away.
Badoola madusa I hear her say
Fatbellybella she says it with such ease.
Carefully and gently the touch!
Emotions run wild as she lays Her head down.

Common women they say. Let me show you my *******! *******!
I am not afraid or do you want to take it yourself.
I've seen these people.
These women.
These men.
So disfunctional.

Effortlessly you talk the talk.
So sweet.
These women
These men.
So confused!

By the sound of her voice they will change their ways. So calm down they shall see her ways. This strong women she is!
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Damaged Mar 2013
I am me.
I am who I am so just let me be.
I'm sorry I can't be a perfect child.
I'm sorry my grades arn't perfect.
I'm sorry my room isn't always clean.
I'm sorry my body isn't perfect.
I apologize for not having the same style as you.
I apologize if sometimes my mouth works faster than my brain,
and I say stupid things.
I'm sorry I'm forgetful.
I'm sorry I am such a ***** up.

But you arn't so perfect yourself either

Go to school for me for a day;
then think again before you give me **** about my grades.
Go an entire week without making a single mess;
I ******* dare you.
Worry about your own body;
let mine be.
If my opinion offends you;
don't ask for it.
My mouth isn't the only disfunctional one;
constant harsh words constantly roll off your tongue.
You forget things as easily as me;
half the time you can never seem to remember anything.
My friends, my teachers, my games.

So next time you want to go on and put me down,
make sure you are perfect yourself first.
Never ending venting thoughts
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Brenda Mukisa Aug 2018
Africa Broke Me
With all the empty promises
It all started at home
The backbone of society they said....
Instead of it being strong and providing a safe place for me to land
It gave me a broken disfunctional one.
Children beaten everyday endlessly for even the smallest things.
They insisted that an African child understood from their behind.
Then polygamy came in
Mama so angry at the second woman forgot to love me too
Packing her bags in the name of saving her heart
She left mine to be abused daily by the other woman

School was supposed to be my escape
It only came with too many canes
Teachers who threatened not to give you marks unless you slept with them
Children who bullied you for being poor or not beautiful enough
So many times I wanted to run
But I knew that without an education you are no body

I thought adulthood was going to be my paradise
My government however is filled with corrupt and selfish leaders
Taxes every where every day it's all you practically work for
Jobs are hard to find unless you are connected to some one on the inside by blood, or sleeping with them.
My landlord keeps banging on my door angrily
I've lied to him so much he says
But my job pays 200k , I use 100k on transport, over 50k goes to taxes and I'm left with 50k to do every other thing.

I love the beautiful scenery and weather..... but apart from that.....
My continent is killing me.
#african #poetry #facts #aboutafrica #poems #africantales #sad #true
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Casie Smith Jun 2014
daily basis. .-,
I became destroyed

Drifted away from the world
Lost in my own disfunctional thoughts
Blind to those around

Things no longer make me happy
I tear myself apart
And hide in the dark
Afraid of anyone else adding on to the pain
That I bring upon my self.

I'm no longer involved
in the making of self destruction
I'm a mastermind
At destroying all happiness.
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Kitty Prr Jun 2013
The Blue and Red Lines Met.
You never knew what being with you meant.
Those few weeks of reality,
Having spent my life shomehow out of sync.

I am the invisible girl.
Not quite here, not quite real.
It was like those old fashioned 3-d pictures,
When you put the glasses on the two lines become one.

Being with you felt like my life was real.
Universes aligned, the world sat right within it,
And I was the most 'me' I have ever been.

Even the first day we met,
I was awkward and shy.
But it was truly me awkward and shy,
Not some disjointed, disfunctional, semi-real
version of me.

Now... nothing.
Quiet, dead, nothing.
Nothing.
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Dehleila May Jan 2019
Disfunctional
I watched as she was struggling to breathe , I stood with a knife begging him please , leave her be and let her free or this little girl will do a naughty deed
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Tøast Jul 2017
Rain
An unsatisfied disfunctional
Smoking in the rain

Siting all alone in a puddle of his pain.
No umbrella to shield him, just walls to drown him.
Anxiety and fears surrounding his screams in a muffled muse of fright.
Pain rain anger fear emotions smutherig depression anxiety
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Josh Whitton May 2015
Even the brightest star can fall
In the darkest hour,
Even the brightest star can fall.
Knowing why,
They met their impending doom.

Because they lost, hope.
Wearing, scarred - can't cope.
They gave it all away.

They had a broken heart,
Became another disfunctional part,
Of an inherited malignant machine…

We-got-to look, in-side,
Fight-with all your might,
To make it a better day - for you and me.
For-they-say-all dreams don't come true,
But-all-it-takes-is one to break through,
And change the world.
It's-a-matter of per-cep-tion,
Which-dictates-the planet your from,
And-if-it stays green.
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DC raw love Jan 2015
why does this have to happen
**** this disfunctional world we live in
Pressing our face in their *******

Choosing lies over life
Crowding every step we take

Breaking ******* promises
Breeding love then hate

Why do they **** us
Do they think were imbeciles

When I put my trust in them
I only live to spit and bleed

Mother Mary please help me
Someone start this world over

Break it up then crush it
Or let me sleep forever

They will only complicate every matter
Trust in them is what they seek

******* is what I see in them
Why does this have to happen
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Muck monster Mar 2016
All I Know
Alone is being surrounded
By a crowd all day every day
And not feeling a ******* thing
Alone is being in a room filled with people
People who consider you close
People who truely care for you
People who you've invested in
In their lives , in their emotions
People who have laid themselves bare
Yet you're so emotionally disfunctional
You're unable to connect on any level
People who you know so well
Yet they know so very little about you
People who think you have it together
Who dont know you're caught in a whirlwind
Of depression and anxiety and above all
A lonelyness that you cant seem to shake
A parasite ******* out all the empathy u have
Until you're just a factory compressed machine
Doing what it's been programmed to do
You realize how defective you are
Not when u feel lonely cause no one is in ur life
But when there are so many who do care
Who do want to listen to your problems
To your anxieties, to your fears
People u know you can trust
Yet you've become so accostomed to this demon
If anyone is your friend, it's that demon
Looming over u every night as u lay numb,
Heart compressing as if about to give out
And just collapse on itself
That's loneliness
And you cant depart with it
Because it's your only friend
You're so conditioned that u cant possibley
Fathom yourself without it
You're trapped
And loneliness is all you have

All you know.
Written quickly, raw and unpolished. I just wanted to say (or rather vent about) how i feel.
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Mateuš Conrad Aug 2017
the devil comes laughing in his heart, silent
both sides bore me, both the atheistic, & the theistic, because they both express only one aspect of the cartesian "equilibrium", namely the sum, rarely the the cogito; namely both sides are reactionary to each other, never exlusive of each other, always the two confined crude formants of antoganistic contras, never the middle-duality, always the polar-opposite-dichotomies... never congregationally dialectical, but always the disfunctional solipsistic, mono-exclusive, never the mutally-inclusive... this farce can only succumb to the "idea", to a "truth" for so long; after enough time passes, the former will seek the other for support, for some unison, to be forced into agreement... why? i find that the cogito aspect is the plataeu representation of the seemingly divergent sums... when one side claims to be a mountain, the other side claiming to be a valley... both come to the same conclusion: there's a plataeu... as some of us struggle uphill, some of us struggle downhill... we share the same struggles in comaparative "literature" on a plataeu.

well, **** me! if i had the same curry-tooth
for spices, as i might have a sweet-tongue
for spices, and i had enough
pointless rhetorical learning:
i would stack up a decent  harem...
  either that, or i find both atheists, as theists
equally boring... both being rigid in
their arguments: with one citing
their sacred word: reason! and the other citing
their sacred book: bible!
   i shwear, i just shwam
the length of a marathon...
sank a few u-boats in
between with torpedo farts...
never mind... i get the idea that not everyone
likes poetry...
and how poetry is really
a citation of pomp...
but not many scientists like philosophy,
and philosophy being
the first "science" didn't
like poetry...
    harsh man,
discrediting the power
of poetry,
you know you're spawning
more bad poets,
that you are spawning
convincing atheists
or theists?
you know that, don't you?
there are more poets
in the "centrist" ranks
than there are convincing
atheists or theists...
all i can see are grand
regurgitators...
   is bulimia in fashion
once more? it's not?!
you sure?
           you start to slack
of the power of poetic
"p.s." - the ability to turn
language into a "mathematic"
of allowing an abstract...
short-script...
people these days don't even
recognise diacritical marks!
let alone punctuation marks!
you're seriously talking
atheism / theism to me? really?!
you are speaking in
a language that's
exclusively noun-orientated...
e.g.: i am an atheist...
because? i think... think what?
who cares what you think?!
who gives a ******* toss
about what you think?!
you already told the other side:
i don't care what you feel!
brain in a pickle jar, are we?
judo yoda master, H, are we?
bomb the goon in green.
like one famous english atheist
said: oh yes, i was confirmed,
and i like christmas carols...
so you're not into byzantine monk
chants, not into your templar
cantos?
           what a shame... you're
missing on the "anti-scientific"
subjectivity...
sorry... mate...
                go 'un, scower among
the rats, in the sewers...
you know what your people named my
ethnicity... this is king rat talking;
the ******* waiting for?
another india as colonial prone
fertility?
                 i am just wondering:
will america, will canada, will australia
be so welcoming...
    i'm dying to know...
    i'd love to see, but frankly,
i'm a little bit occupied with this
taste in my mouth...
   it feels as if a tarantula bit me,
must be the star of anise sensation...
i'm "seeing" an eye in my mouth,
and two tongues waggling through
my eye-sockets...
                  it has just become boring
listen to one side cite a book, holy,
and the other side cite a word, also holy...
both sides seems the same as
was originally thought about poetry:
we best fill this space with as many bad
poets as possibly imaginable...
      and when i mean bad, i mean:
all to eager... esp. the english-teacher types
who require the labels of technique...
rhyme's dead... think up another
easily spotted technique...
if you ask the atheists or theists,
they'll provide you with an answer:
word salad, jargon, nonsense...
                  you think that sort of answer
isn't on their tongue?
    they prefer the idea of god / no god
within the framework of dear mr. smith,
yours sincirely of an automaton letter...
   both sides bore me...
thankfully, they can never really find
the likes of me, since finding me would
invoke a need to read me,
and that's outside their effort-zenith of
passive effort bound to the easily digestable
video... reading: ah! the evolved "chore"
of playing hide & seek... thank god...
or no god... they won't find me, because
these on the forefront of an "argument"
seek a passive audience...
   they need the *feeders...
they never appeal to the scrutinisers -
who watch them...
   huh? i'm deaf... you hear someone knocking
on the door?
       finally! reading takes effort!
    thank god i'm standing stark naked
in a field, and yet no one can seemingly
see me...
          then again, if i made a video of
myself, standing stark naked in a field,
or took a selfie... i just might become
a visible person... n'ah... can't be bothered...
this approach is easier to stomach
and take joy in.

*dare the devil to laugh...
but then the devil dares you back:
            i dare you to believe,
believe to answer the question:
who wears the trousers,
and who the skirt -
never mention the kilt;
ask me, ask "him",
when asking about  
the existence of my counterpart
of either "thought" or "being":
i too foresaw the void,
                and the counter: non.
some said god wore a skirt
and the devil the trousers...
others just said:
god wore a kilt,
        and the devil a kippah;
i beg to differ,
all genitals, circumcised or not,
wore the niqab of underwear;
i'm not mel brooks...
    i wasn't laughing writing that!
one of those dry, mug mongrel
bitten shoe jokes -
             dry-laughter akin to
a gin & tonic mixer...
        makes no difference whether
angels laugh or cry...
     good enough, as long as the devils
can conjure up a decent curry
and a blackbeard sharpshooter...
     feckled me...
   hell just seems just like a such nice
place... akin to what was just stated...
and a parisian cementary revised loop
bound to the earliest of what was
to be made of the 21st century.
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incarcerated minded man Sep 2020
"GHETTO ROSE"
BRON  in a disfunctional American setting with rotten roots of an destroyed family with dead values mistaking lies for love....

she's on the go ,beautiful as a rose, but soonly changed
life from man to man serching for the father she never had
relying on the hardedn streets to deal her a better hand with clouded thoughts with desires for fancy things has a baby as a teen
cycle repeats it self once again.
alone the way soft peddles begain to ruffle bleed from her own throns she continue to ****** deeper ,traped  in the same ghetto as a rose refused to give up give in nither let go knowing if she stops now there's no sunshine and the soil that provides her roots will dry so she motivate her self everytime she hears her baby crys determine to survive while looking into a mirror now ,realize it's her Daugther eyes and see the same rose of the ghetto....
wrote for all woman that can understand the life of growing up in the hood as a single mom
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