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Deepsha Jul 2012
Well.. if you must know!
our next door neighbour Mrs. Blue,
she and her husband are like rubber and glue,
So what does she do behind his **** back,
shhh..she dates her oompa loompa butler instead

Oh? tell me more Mrs. Snotnose!

Everyone knows I don't like to gossip!
I am not making this **** up right!
there's a rumour going on about that sneaky Mrs. White
(whisper)..She took some fat off her ****,
to hide that ugly mole of a nut!

(giggle) Bejesus!, really?

Of course Mrs. Dullardmost!
Wait till you hear about Mrs. Brown,
she wore a fake necklace to the charity event at Hotel Crown!
but not everyone is elegant and classy like me,
the sweet natured that I am, you know I let people be

Oh Mrs. Snotnose, you are the epitomy of noesis!
(I would have been on my way,
had it not been for all your delighting prey)

how is dear Mrs. Red doing after that,
you know, that.. incident in her flat?

Oh dear, who doesn't know about that flat incident!
but you know I dont like to pry!
you couldn't take it out of me even if you would try!
I couldn'tell you what I saw through her window,
but um, well, if you really must know!
Quinn Mar 2014
And in this void of paradoxical living
I live within and without my body
For it is nothing but a shell that for comes the shallow epitomy in society
For ugliness lies in the hive where it breeds
Parade in all our humanity
Run through the swarm
And break open the black oozing hive
This is where the sickness lies
Not within us
But within
It
woolgather Aug 2015
Woe is the ballad that fills my soul
It completes my ruthless eternity;
Like a bird on a tree, the food on one's bowl
Among all the nonsense that there is to be;

Being a second option,
A scapegoat to all your problems;
An existence worth giving oblivion;
The black sheep of the perfect system.

Not tears, nor even happiness
Is a solution to my melancholy,
The darkness that lie within my heart;
A hatred that cannot be quenched by anybody.

My screams cannot be heard
My conscience has been sewn;
I am but the world's breakdown;
A creation unhewn.

In these words, entwined
Something to keep everyone reminded
A message for anyone to find
A being's life, tormented.
Please be considerate. It's my first try on writing a poem about what I really want to say. But feel free to give your comments. :)
And there it was.
your toothbrush
still in its usual spot
the perfect epitomy
of what is left of
what I feel for you

it is the last of
all that you left behind
the proofs that you were once here
an item on display
the final thing to throw away
but I don’t do it.

dusty and morphed
it shows signs of use
yet being untouched for so long
sitting there and waiting
for nothing
a lonely cobwebbed fool

it reminded me of better days
of the closeness and the comfort
it hit me just like that
a glance and a notice
I was trapped in flashbacks
all from a **** toothbrush

there is little left of what I feel for you
yet there it still sits
a subconscious essence
and once it was acknowledged
it brought be back to our befores
when you used to use that toothbrush
Sombro Jul 2017
She had presence
Left my thoughts each day
With what hints she needed
To suggest her return
And make good of it

She had lips,
And oh, what lips
As if what she had to say
Needed the sweetest cushions
To lie on before leaving

When she had opinions
What she thought sparkled
And left me aghast
At the idea that she might change her mind
And lose herself, but she never did

She had a body
I suppose she did
And others stared at it, for
All the good it did them, I suppose
She was carved by men, but
Carved into a woman

She had a god to worship
A purpose well worth her life
And as such so did I
I had a reason in her
The world had a rhythm
The temples had pillars

I had a seed
It grew into a tulip
And I spent much money to give it to her
A brooch bought for our last smiles together
What a time
What a life she had
Christian Tranks Aug 2010
Beauty
Without inner lovely,
Is the epitomy of all that is grotesque
Because a pretty face, without the grace,
Is nothing more than
Ugly at its best.
Lily Jean Nov 2013
the spanish have the simple gesture of greeting everyone,
stranger or friend,
with a kiss on each cheek,

and i suppose on the days im feeling unloved
i would like to lie in a park
and be kissed by as many men as my head could handle

but i know that even a thousand of them will never compare to your kisses,
planted like moons on the surface of my cheeks

i miss you
and i dont
i hate you
and i dont
i need you
but i dont

you're the epitomy of perfection
and you fill my stomach like peach season

i crave the feeling of content
that i know comes only
from your tongue
and i think that if you were the moon
and i was the earth
no matter how many thousands of miles seperated us
we would still find a way
to be together.
G Valentine Jan 2018
A mask is something we wear to hide our real selves. Some of us wear our masks all the time while others don’t even realize they have masks at all.

Her mask is the epitomy of wealth and prosperity... so why are you on food stamps?

Her mask drives a bmw.....is that why you can’t make your car payments?

Her mask buys fivoluous **** that she’ll never use...is that why you overdraw your bank accounts?

Her mask is a lie she’s lived her entire life....is that why you wasted all your money?

Her face tells the real story...your irresponsible, self-serving, with an insatiable appetite for anything that you can’t have.

A mask helps you pretend to be someone your not.

But the thing about masks is...

They all have to come off eventually.
Poetress2 Apr 2019
No one ever told me,
that life would be this hard;
That men could be so cruel,
it simply breaks my heart.
~
Some with power and money,
rarely think about the poor;
They're the worse of all,
always wanting so much more.
~
The epitomy of selfishness,
only thinking of themselves;
Slamming doors upon the needy,
refusing to lend their help.
~
With a smirk upon their faces,
they snub all those in need;
Refusing to help all those,
who are starving in the streets.
~
They sit at their fancy tables,
with food in abundance to share;
Not concerned about the hungry,
these Vultures do not care.
~
Do they ever feel remorse,
having more then what they need;
They hoard all their possessions,
consumed by heartless greed.
~
When night time falls upon them,
they climb in their, soft beds;
Their souls are full of darkness,
their hearts', already dead.
I van a try to describe while sitting on me ****
how he oh bomb in lee rages with gnashing teeth
   while back a slump
blasting Democratic nomination as a sham – man
   from special interest pump

he, the epitomy of crass bloviation,
   a malignant lump
whose rants sans presidential outcome a sham bull
   with his millions beds this, that
   and another woman to ******* jump

disseminating gene pool –
birthing more quackers and additionally doth ****
the mass media as some foolhardy charade
   and caricature of a frazzled grump

   this arboreal clothed ape erecting
Taj Mahal ******* symbols where players dump
and gamble away hard earn cash for his kitty,
   as if that cachet to grind and bump

lambasting with that maniacal leering pout
   while hair *** of red bulls
atop his bulbous aerosol sprayed
   heady measly shaped Muppet
dis eased cranial hologram of a cretaceous,
   facetious and insidious mump!
Jihad Donald Trump Style
The glory of America, now heats up
with agitation poised to strike on the brink
sans legislation incites humiliation,
which goads desecration as fete accompli *****
in armor of Democratic rubric, constituting capitalistic
ethic, generic iconoclastic, and jingoistic logic,
nor budging an inch when mandating masses swallow his drink
what huff huck – this belligerent, dominant and
fervent hell raiser doth bungle in the jungle
decreeing tacit Mar shall law fast as a shutterfly eyewink
as his cosmic crotch grab doth put Venus under his sway
with his Mercury hill temperament
pitches the orbit of planet Earth tubby comb out of balance
infected by hiz anti Ju pit er damnations, excoriations, fulminations
Huzzah sing how **** derriere didst Sat urn simultaneously
crushing crucible as an Uranus
indiscriminately plop ping two hundred fifty pounds off flesh
dub ling down snapchatting and humming his favorite Neptune
that dost affect Pluto hoc crass sea
repeating a self coined motto – I yam all mighty, therefore no fink
simply commandeering the reins of control,
a one man military intelligence groupthink
hut triad and true dyed in the wool rip pug in ant guise zing rogue
rejoicing tuff fool, governing and hoodwink
Fake king the die hard fans of dictatorial, linkedin and monarchist ink
cube bus thriving on wielding indomitable aggression
practiced in the Art of the Deal incorporating an unanticipated jink
iron fist rule reigning down vis a vis
pro pens heave lee and prop hen city
flashing hiz seal of approval, which scribbled signature
doth not smooth monkey serve hay puzzling kink
boot his frenzy to bulldoze catastrophic, formulaic, and illogic
spells these United States of America twill become hell
in a hand basket worth repeating with nary a trace of the grit of link
kin, the sixteenth president
(whose ruggedly pioneering frontier existence)
found him steady and strong, plus soft hearted as pelt o’ mink
the epitomy of this forty fifth elected commander in mischief.
Jordan Jun 2013
In the naked frontier of past dissapointment I find myself teetering on the precipice of my future demise. Swollen bloodshot eyes heed the story of my emotional bodies thin disguise. Bloodied and battered, my mind is a war field. contemplative and scattered, I sink beneath these lead sheets. Gorgeous and comtempt, I am the egoic epitomy of my souls shallow content.
FROM WHITE HOUSE

I ham aghast at increasing banality, deviltry, ferocity,

   imbecility, liability, obscenity, rapacity, ugly

   offal popularity witnessed by Donald trump

hence aye aerate thoughts,

   how *** a nine his banal, demoniacal,

   egomaniacal, fanatical, guttural, and hurtful


   culling frightening insight, where portentous more deadly than

   sport ugh guise Man 'o War debacle

   doth crowdsource, flickr, and indeed long foster

   my plenti full over active imagination


   to induce writhing expressions of fearfulness

   proportionate burst of haughtiness) while he doth stump

would animate mine rear i.e. rather noxious flatulence

   expelled from outward doppelganger of ****

pull stilts skin cuz this chap haint Noah fan, but wood vouchsafe

   tub be a jimmy neutron n sponge bob squarepants


   Ark n saw wing enemy against da dull don dat pumps

swaggering bravado with fist swelling ego

  analogous to his body infected with severe case of mumps

that brazen denizen hurling and spewing volcanic fiery spittle


   with incense against others – to him mere lumps

of protoplasm heckled as inferior to himself

  boasts as proof of favoritism, that enervating, fawning,

   gabbling feverish arrogant mania for him jumps

higher than expected,


   while he commits faux paws which bumps

his ratings higher, he gleefully endorses

  pandemonium toward gloating gump

  shun from the uproarious. querulous

  and populous madding crowd!


throughout launch of his campaign,

  banally, devilishly, and fiendishly

   character assassinating those opposed to his views -

inducing me to harrumph and dump faith

   in humanity, wondering what ruse

smart democratic pol mongers can conjure up


  while pacing in soft shoes  

woeful sentiments sans his attempt did render

  competitors to drop out in ones n twos

whom he purportedly considers apostates,

   and heathens cons heed Make America Great use

all manner of bullying (determination whose occipital pupils

coalescing into searing grape nut size wrath poisonous daggers)

   forcibly silencing any jeers

when necessary plagiarizing neo **** play book with a "who cares"


attitude closing in on pinteresting

  for United Stated chess board foursquare,

which deliberate intent to foment n wrought prostrate -

music to those hoteliers billion dollar ears


   sans defeated apprenticing contestants hearing sobbing tears

with vitriolic violent bilious inducing jabs of his a will full spears

   reputations of personalities (men and women politicians

  his especial flavor of scathing, scandalous, scabrous sordidness


   spewed squeamishly to grab by the figurative crotch

   the hello kitty 2016 presidential election),

   whether liberal, conservative, heterosexual or queers

thus this middle-aged mwm abject psychic fractal shears!


the following poetic addendum composed way buff fore

(in my mind) atrocious, cretaceous, enormous, ferocious,

garrulous, hellacious, indecorous, malicious nemesis,

pernicious, querulous, rapacious, specious, tedious,

unrighteous, vicious, dangerous demon

must BE STOPPED IN HIS TRACKS ASAP!


DONALD TRUMP – RE: DUCKS --

this portion dashed off (while dry ving an open white hearse slay

so many months back before sale him slotted the most coveted

Casino biggest win - before the political imbroglio

   much more upsetting than today


Axe the old don

A trump peter n piper of incredulous hellish crud - be gone

With the ha air brushed pompous ****

  so Macy jackal hound doth run

After public outcry yelps for his hide and proletarian discord won!


Donald Duck Trump ™$ - a pompous ***

makes war with his big brass

knuckles and bucket of crass

maligns vis a vis character assassination with bro kin glass

inciting banal deathly hallowed expletives toward lass

sees – especially Fox Television

   news anchor woman Megyn Kelly


   inducing said personality to bear grizzly brunt of brutish mass

of vitriolic n vile insults from incriminating verbal pass  

   so…ex post facto viz mine NO VOTE from me

   thus this digital screed to disallow him

   to accept the oath of office, cuz he will hurrahs  

   from such a snooty arrogant simian with sass!


I van a try to describe while sitting on me ****

How he oh bomb in lee rages with gnashing teeth

  while back a slump

Blasting Democratic nomination as a sham –

  From special interest bro and sis turn pump


He, the epitomy of crass bloviation, a malignant lump

Whose rants sans presidential sham rocked outcome

   lets him trounce, pounce, denounce

   liberal Democratic stalwart efforts bolstering middle class

   to blitz total mortal kombat like a rabid red bull

   in a China shop with his millions beds this,


  That and another woman to ******* jump

Disseminating gene pool – Obama null lee birthing

   more quackery and additionally doth ****

The mass media as some foolhardy charade


   characterizes abominable (MORE FRIGHTFUL THAN YETI):

   culpable, deplorable, execrable,

   et cetera of a frazzled grump, This arboreal clothed ape

   Erecting Taj Mahal ******* symbol where players dump

And gamble away hard earn cash


   For his hello kitty, as if cachet to grind and bump

Lambasting with that maniacal leering pout

   while hair *** runs rampant with red bulls

   In a China shop atop his bulbous

   aerosol sprayed heady measly shaped


  ulterior motive aimed his sights to become Pastor of Muppets

  Dis eased cranial hologram

   Of cretaceous, facetious and insidious mump!


By: Baron von Ivan Mal N. Ya.
Delton Peele Feb 2021
Up on yonder
Eyes see
One vision

Listen to me

....My Father....
My Dad
Pops
A.K.A.
Old man Jenkins
ACTUALLY
his given name
Exactly
The same as
Mine
DELTON
GEORGE
PEELE
THATS
THREE E'S
TOUGHEST
MAN I HAVE EVER SEEN
Never seen
The Man back down from anything
Thee epitomy
Of a ladies man
Smooth talkin sob
I
Miss

***
Im buckled
...
****** Dad
.....
The prankster
HE
In privy
Told his confidant
He didnt want
To be a burden
To me
After loosing
.My Mother.
To cancer
...I..
Heard rumor he suffering
From the same
I went to see
HE
Said no son
Im ok
Not to wory
.....
Damm it Dad
....
****
I cant say
Anything
I miss you
Like a son
Who needs a father
Im
Insane
With the grief
Knowing
My greatest friend
My hero
My true
North
Youre bitter end
Alone
****
I cant do this
The veil
Of my life torn
Forlorn
The shame is too
Much to
carry
My vision
Is
This quest
Has no joy left
And
The path
Before
Me
Rapidly
Becoming
Shorter than
The one
Behind
Guess Ill
Have to man
Up
Take the wheel
Mash the pedal to the medal
Light it up
I dont want
Feel
What kind of **** is this
Epitomy of death
Washing out the crevices
From the mental grips
Of americana
Fresh elevation
And dead presidents.
Medicine fed
Steven said.
Even when
Elephants forget
We remember again.

We were never a thing
I guess that just soaked into
My brain ***.
I could elevate my fame up
But never have you
Wait up.
On me and want my chain up
On your stained glass
Pain of.
Mirror ice. And  represent my
Same love.
Steven. You the same ****
I hate ***.
I thought we were special
Its eventual.
Medicine to drank up.
Till than ill just take a loss
Clank up. Glass
Spill. Cheers and drank up
While figuratively (yet electronically) rifling thru bajillion documents, I came across one written four plus years ago and slightly modified today January ninth two thousand and twenty one at approximately 9:42 PM, when Hillary Clinton Democratic contestant chose Tim Kaine of Virginia as her running mate and former forty second first lady got thoroughly thrashed during debates with he who must NOT be named.

Little did yours truly (me) intimate what horrific state of affairs the forty fifth president would wreak (his latest gig desecrating sacred government enclaves housed within Capitol Hill), although keen political prognosticators foresaw calamity plain as day. If only said metaphorical crystal ball gazers ominous premonition heeded and/or brave soul(s) with chutzpah (think yours truly) raised a ruckus to oust the newly anointed commander in chief.

Hindsight always 20/20!

Egg gads, I ham aghast,
(and turning green with disgust)
at increasing popularity
witnessed by Donald Trump,
hence aye aerate thoughts,
how *** a nine his banal, demoniacal,
egomaniacal, fanatical, guttural, and hurtful
culling frightening insight, where
portentous Portuguese Man 'o War debacle
doth crowdsource, Flickr, Snapchat,
Twitter and indeed long foster
my plenti full overactive imagination

to induce writhing expressions of fearfulness
proportionate burst of haughtiness)
while he doth stump
would animate mine rear
i.e. rather noxious flatulence
expelled from outward doppelganger of ****
pull stilts skin cuz this chap haint Noah fan,
but wood vouchsafe
tub be a Jimmy Neutron
n Spongebob Squarepants
Ark n saw wing enemy against
da dull don dat does pumps

swaggering bravado with fist swelling ego
analogous to his body infected
with severe case of mumps
that brazen denizen hurling
and spewing volcanic fiery spittle
with incense against others –
to him mere lumps
of protoplasm heckled as inferior to himself
boasts as proof of favoritism,

that enervating, fawning,
gabbling feverish arrogant mania for him jumps
higher than expected,
while he commits faux paws which bumps
his ratings higher, he gleefully endorses
pandemonium toward gloating gumps
shun from the uproarious querulous
and populous madding crowd
regarding return of native son.

Throughout launch of his campaign,
banally, devilishly, and fiendishly
character assassinating those opposed to his views -
inducing me to harrumph and dump faith
in humanity, wondering what ruse
smart democratic pol mongers can conjure up

while pacing in soft shoes
woeful sentiments sans his attempt did render
competitors to drop out in ones n twos
whom he purportedly considers apostates,
and heathens cons heed Make America Great use
all manner of bullying
(determination whose occipital pupils

coalescing into searing
grape nut size wrath poisonous daggers)
forcibly silencing any jeers
when necessary plagiarizing neo **** playbook -
with trophy wife eliciting "who cares"
attitude closing in on pinteresting
for United States chess board foursquare,
which deliberate intent
to foment n wrought prostrate -
music to those hoteliers billion dollar ears

sans defeated apprenticing contestants
hearing sobbing tears
with vitriolic violent bilious
inducing jabs of his will full brittle spears
reputations of personalities
(men and women politicians
his especial flavor of scathing,
scandalous, scabrous sordidness

spewed squeamishly to grab
by the figurative crotch
(ala Michael Jackson)
the hello kitty 2016 presidential election),
whether liberal, conservative,
heterosexual or queers
thus tis find this muddling middle-aged mwm
abject psychic fractal shears.

The following poetic addendum composed way buff fore this (in my mind) atrocious, cretaceous, enormous, ferocious, garrulous, hellacious, indecorous, malicious nemesis, pernicious, querulous, rapacious, specious, tedious, unrighteous, vicious, dangerous demon must BE STOPPED IN HIS TRACKS ASAP!

DONALD TRUMP – RE: DUCKS --
this portion dashed off
(while driving an open white hearse slay
so many months back before sale him
slotted the most coveted
Casino biggest win -
before the political imbroglio
much more upsetting than today

Axe the old don
A trump peter n piper
of incredulous hellish crud - be gone
With the ha airbrushed pompous ****
so the Macy jackal hound doth run
After public outcry yelps
for his hide and proletarian discord won.

Donald Duck Trump ™!$ - a pompous ***
makes war with his big brass
knuckles and bucket of crass
maligns vis a vis character assassination
with soundcloud of broken glass
inciting banal deathly
hallowed expletives toward lass
sees – especially Fox Television
news anchor woman Megyn Kelly
inducing said personality

to bear the brunt of brutish mass
of vitriolic n vile insults
from incriminating verbal pass
so…ex post facto
viz mine NO VOTE from me
thus this digital screed to disallow him
to accept the oath of office,
cuz he will hurrahs
from such a snooty arrogant
simian with sass.

I van a try to describe while sitting on me ****
How he oh bomb in lee rages with gnashing teeth
while back a slump
blasting Democratic nomination as a sham –
from special interest bro and sis turn pump
he, the epitomy of crass bloviation,
a malignant lump
whose rants sans presidential outcome
a sham rocking red bull
in a China shop with his millions beds this,

that and another woman to ******* jump
disseminating gene pool –
Obama null lee birthing
more quackers and additionally doth ****
the mass media as some foolhardy charade
and caricature of a frazzled grump
this arboreal clothed ape
erecting taj mahal ******* symbol
where players dump
and gamble away hard earn cash

for his (hmm... mew zing) hello kitty,
as if that cachet to grind and bump
lambasting with that maniacal leering pout
while hair *** runs rampant with red bulls
in a china shop atop his bulbous aerosol
sprayed heady measly shaped
ulterior motive aimed his sights
to become pastor of muppets
dis eased cranial hologram
of a cretaceous, facetious and insidious mump.

By: Baron Von Ivan Mal N. Ya.
David Hilburn Jun 2019
Epiphany's share?
Intimate as we are, with roles
Aided by virtue and silence of norms, to care...
Sweet epitomy, has a snare for what doles...

Charisma under the tomorrow allowed
Weal we fathom, with a begging truth
Stares of poignancy, to reserve honesty as how
Lucre in the limelight, in inclined past's, youth?

Wretched, and forced to claim a tooth?
Well to know, with dour reality to silence?
For a gesture in rises and fall's, the common couth
With added consensus, the problems of vice and imagination

Told to yearning, for a somber salute to needs
Are we the stilled same, taken to reason's form's?
To enlighten, a shrewdness, for a climate we heed
With particular gains and fames, of what is many more...

Kisses with a reserve, for what toil's ahead...
Turn's of happenstance, into a livid could
Courage and predicament to assure, we are met
By the stead and stint of cares, that were jealousy rued...

Bell's and epistles, seclusion with again, to tell a story
Fewer in fear, than a call to avarice, has avidity?
Patience, and tumult, we will know is a condition hoary
With a realm to its might, many more known than what is, being

Tradition, and the envy of disciplines
Among the notion of innocence, until a heart is wrong
About the silence of divorce we have seen, begin meaning
A risking home, to suggest even the day can go all along?
Delton Peele Feb 2022
This is the night that the lights went out on me.
The fatal sight mine eyes
Could never unsee.
Giver of life ,
Most trusted confidant,
My Queen......
My love my truest friend,
I will spend a life time
Still never comprehend ,
Why this had to be..........
lost in contemplation
Of
Inevitable aftermath  
In preparation trying to brace myself against
imminent impact.
Taunting me I sat ,
And sunk hauntingly into
A maelstrom of fears and trepidation. .........
Without her who will I be?
Awakened from dissolution by a refreshing icy cold slap in the face.    
My mind's eye dipped into an acid bath ......
Emerged bereft of selfish filters ........and brought clarity that is not my time ,but Hers .....and it is but a vapour now ,
Precious and fleeting with a quickness .........
I pushed all negative thoughts to the horizon of my mind ....
So I could take events in stride
Although in doin so
I knew ,and did my best
To hide .....
This the beginning of the end of me
From this I cannot mend
The epitomy of melancholy
I was chosen as her ring man and accepted gratefully.
Managed her corner to the best of my ability...
The best moments of my life and shall forever be..
Yet I'm still haunted ......
And the sharply narrowing of the fields of what we wanted.........
Ever loomed ....vamping my energy.
Undaunted,
her opponent advanced
Relentlessly......
My chest heaves hands tied .....
Broken..
I fall to my knees
Severed forever my last tether
To humanity.
Most elegant warrior I have ever seen.
Knowing me
Could console me!
Sophisticated and obnoxious
Said her hair wasnt red ....
It was strawberry blonde
A little piece of insight.  
Known to nary run from a fight ......
Broke me fatters jaw ...
And me uncles too ..
On their wedding night...
None the less.......
And with such mischievous elegance
With the heart of a leprechaun
Hard not to say
She was simply complicated. .............
I marvel in the way
Her beauty still hasn't
Faded from me
epicenter of happiness and all that was good in me ....
She was my everything
Same hood,
Same team,
Understood ..... Completed me
The only one who truly loved me .
The lost champion ,
My lost companion ,
Savagely beaten to death
While I could only stand by and watch helplessly.
And in disbelief
Stroked her hair ,.....
Held her gently
And  the world lost all of  its humor, charm  and meaning.
As she breathed out and left me...with just  her body...in my arms
On new years eve.
And the silence is still maddening from the
No reply
As ...I  ...am faced with this insanity
As we became I put both her hands on my face
Cried quietly Mamma
Please don't leave me..
Rest in peace Mom I love you....
Her opponent?
Non small cell squamous
Lung cancer.
Delton Peele Sep 2020
Sometimes throughout the course of lifetime
Within our minds eye .
We .....elect to select what we collect
And reject what we dont expect we will use
Then refuse to accept that wich we covet but neglect
We should loose  
Understand theyre lies a connection between you and youre perception of thee pinnacle epitomy
This unanswerable billions of years old enigma
This excruciating revelation
Within you and me in variable degrees
Who really are you how did you come to be you.
Doesnt feel like somehow you always  knew you would be here
But the vast millenniums of waiting with not knowing what exactly the experience
But knowing the colossal gravity of having this one opportunity
Billions of epochs things our mind cannot conceive tempting
Yet we knowing fixed waiting silently respectfully motionless
Showing nothing less than pure irreverence
At long last you are here youre pre - birth recollection
Magically gone
along with respect and comradery
With regard to the experience shared between you and me
This is what has  eluded me .
Depending on the hue of my eyes or the shade of my skin
You fools click and then decide to include ,exclude, vote to
Quote unquote ,let me out or let me in
Keep me out or keep me in
****** me or let me live ?
IguessIcanonlysayfuckyou
Michael John Apr 2024
he was the epitomy of
the tortured poet-
too dumb to spell
but innocent and beautiful..

(the harder he cried
the more we laughed..)
until it was all too much
for his genius..

resorting to monologue
reasoned to us:
his philantropic motives
his life´s work

(but he just wanted ***
of course)
as he championed every fashionable
cause..

hated by all his friends
and loved by absolutely none
he never capitulated
never gave an inch

(unless there was ***)
and there was his mother
everyone liked..
only child

just a little boy
read us a poem, rick..
take no notice-
be yourself..!
mom touched me
and smelled me
and told me
i was fat

she's so weird
pervasive
i keep my face
flat

i cried and cried
my face wet with tears
they leaked into my pillow
and dripped into my ears

"Oh why oh why
does she treat me this way?"
"Oh what oh what
could be wrong with me?"

whats wrong with my body
why is my tummy so large
before i started bleeding
my ******* started to barge

she looked at me delicously
and groped my thighs
she said i was ****
and attracted all the guys

i was joyful and full of misery
i was always so depressed
and i looked up to the ceiling
god knows what i confessed

i prayed and prayed for love
the epitomy of life
and he gave me the greatest gift
of a double edged knife

my brother used to bully me
and slide notes under my door
said i was a fat hippo
and dressed like a *****

i was so numb and empty
i couldn't even draw
and art turned to loose strings
lines were all that i saw

i didn't have an outlet
she read my diary out loud
i've been shattered so many times
there's nothing left now

anything lower than an A
she snobbered and mocked
i only got an F once
and she acted so shocked

i don't care much about my dad
we just can't connect
he cares too much about heaven
and thinks i'm perfect

i lie to him and say i prayed
when i haven't for years
because god abandoned me
to rot in my fears

i prayed and prayed for love
the epitomy of life
and he gave me the greatest gift
of a double edged knife

i wrote poems about her
all the pain she caused in my life
and while looking along
someone caught my eye

an older boy
with poetry so neat
his soul was dark
but his heart was sweet

with naivety i called him my 'friend'
i was so in love,
i never wanted it to end
in my fantasies he was my bride to be
he made butterflies inside of me

he made me wet and made me hot
he was everything that i was not
he was my hero, he wore a cape
and from my sad life, i would escape

one day when hormones started to rage,
he became an actor on a stage
and told me that he felt it too
i felt elated at "i love you"

but then he started to get bored
didn't want to ******* no more
so then he cut me out his life
not just once but a hundred times

he used me once, he used me twice
he thought the pictures were so nice
"we weren't real, you're behind a screen"
"but did you forget that i was fourteen?"

the pain aches, and i started to decay
of course i prayed the pain away
i felt ashame and i felt betrayed
by the lord from whom i was made

it felt wrong, i felt disturbed
that how could god ever have the nerve
to punish me for my 'sins'
and tell me this is what i deserve?

a bad childhood and a broken heart
the grief weighed on me, concrete, hard
nothing would be better than death
i laid still and held my breath

i couldn't move, and i couldn't eat
i couldn't shower and couldn't sleep
and the school work piled up so high
that my grades fell down from the sky

they hit the ground so hard and low
that's all my mother loved me for
was that i was smart, a golden child
that made her look like a good parent

it was apparent
she gave a **** about nothing else
but my A's and one hundreds
i was always one of the unwanteds

the depression made me move so slow
i kept crawling back to him
i had nowhere else to go
he robbed me blindly, my life was stole

all he wants is my hole
he makes me want to **** myself
he loves himself and no one else
and then calls himself the king of hell

i'd just say you're a prince
but you have yourself pretty convinced
i could never send you to prison
there's just not enough evidence

but of course i bluffed, i felt real tough
my words intended to cut
butter melted off the shelf
i harm you better than you do yourself

clean, decisive strokes
left you in a choke
i told you i'd destroy you *****
that **** was not a joke

and since i'm such a joke,
why am i the one laughing now?
cry your tears and build a boat
and sail and sink inside my gloat

my stupid family
my stupid ex
my stupid life
my stupid ***

i was so afraid with ptsd
the migrains troubled me
the pain throbbed inside my head
i ****** in all the dread

but all the cycles would repeat
men like him kept using me
until i felt nothing inside
i was dissociated, so dissociated

because when you cut me off
i realized i was just a doll
i was only meant to **** you off
and my own soul, i cut it off

and now i float outside myself
i wish that i could go back in
i wish i could be a little kid
and reverse everything you did

after years of being abused
the memories haunt me these days
i cry to myself all alone
my head filled with voices

i regret my choices
i'm tired of being exploited
and i can't be happy
and i feel so lonely
this is my life

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