"frickin" poems
I’m often asked why I don’t like to wear shoes.
My usual reply is that when I am barefoot I feel more grounded.
Now when I say that people take it one of two ways; they either think it is a joke, or they think it has some really profound meaning.
Maybe I don’t like shoes because maybe I never learned my lesson when I would cut the bottoms of my feet on sharp rocks. Maybe I should have realized that shoes are a good idea when I burned my feet on hot pavement not once, but twice.
Maybe it’s because I like the feeling of cold mud in the spring and hot sand in the summer.
Or I just don’t like wearing any god **** shoes.
Maybe the it is way that stepping grass reminds me of home, and stepping in snow also reminds me of home because I grew up in Maine, where 2 ft of snow is just your average wednesday.
Or possibly it’s how I can tell which room of my house I am in by the way the floor feels.
Maybe it’s how when I climb tree’s barefoot I end up with scratches all over me, but being so high reminds me of how hard the climb is but how beautiful the view is once you get there.
Shoe may just be too mainstream for me...
Maybe I want to feel more connected to my ancestors who didn’t wear shoes.
It may be that wish to a tree, that I wish that my bare feet would become roots tying me to the one place where I belong.
It may be that I wish I was a dog because they don’t have to wear shoes.
I might not like feeling confined. Maybe it’s a symbol for how I wish to be free, when I don’t wear shoes it’s a call for help.
Maybe I am brave, putting my feet in danger. Or maybe I am just really frickin stupid, and I am starting to think it’s the latter. Especially when I end up breaking my toes, or cutting my feet, or burning them on the roads because I was too lazy or too dumb to put any shoes on.
Or maybe I am just cracking a joke about bare feet and the ground (and people over analyze the smallest things)...
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 12:56 PM UTC
You remind me of an onion.
As the layers peel away,
I struggle not to cry
'cos you're just the same inside-
and in your heartless little way
you blinded me with love,
enough to make me stay-
to cut you up in little pieces
and chew you like
"Take that, you frickin' onion"
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 2:14 PM UTC
Woke up late
Day's shot to hell
But, hey it's Friday
So, I guess it's just as well
Called in,
booked the day off
I figured what the hell
Had a coffee and ten cigarettes
But, it's Friday...can't you tell
It never fails to come around
The Friday morning curse
There's nothing you can say or do
That will fix or make it worse
By six a.m the day is shot
And it hasn't started yet
Breakfast is a coffee...cold
And at least ten cigarettes
Figured since
I'm staying home
I'll watch some tv shows
Cable bill got missed this month
I guess that's how it goes
It's Friday
so, I'm going
To head down to the bar
But, I find out in my driveway
That someone stole my car
It never fails to come around
The Friday morning curse
There's nothing you can say or do
That will fix or make it worse
By six a.m the day is shot
And it hasn't started yet
Breakfast is a coffee...cold
And at least ten cigarettes
I think
I'll call a taxi
That'll get me to the bar
Then I think
You *****
You left your wallet in the car
The day
is going nowhere
And it seems, I am too
But, hey
At least it's Friday
And to me...it's nothing new
It never fails to come around
The Friday morning curse
There's nothing you can say or do
That will fix or make it worse
By six a.m the day is shot
And it hasn't started yet
Breakfast is a coffee...cold
And at least ten cigarettes
No wife
No car, a day off too
No tv shows to see
There's nothing
more can happen
That can make this worse for me
Breakfast, it's
cold coffee and
at least ten cigarettes
But, hell
It's frickin' Friday
And the day ain't started yet...
It never fails to come around
The Friday morning curse
There's nothing you can say or do
That will fix or make it worse
By six a.m the day is shot
And it hasn't started yet
Breakfast is a coffee...cold
And at least ten cigarettes
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 11:26 PM UTC
~
SOMEBODY HELP ME!
ThE VoicEs in mY head argUe back ANd ForTh
IT MaKes mE TirEd buT...
I cAn'T SleeP 'CaUse ThE CloWns Will EaT Me
ScaRy FReaKin' CloWns
IT's ThaT BiG ReD Nose That ScaRes mE Most
NO, It'S Those StUpid *** Floppy ShoeS ThaT
ScaRes ME MosT
ScaRy FReaKin' CloWns
nO Wait, It'S Those CreePy FlaT FeeT AnD GnaRly
ToenAils
Those NasTy Twisted ToEnailS InsiDe Those StUpid
*** Floppy ShoeS ThaT ScaRes ME MosT
IcK I'M gOnna bE SicK
ScaRy FReaKin' CloWns
And if yOu sQuEEzE that fRicKin' horn oNe more TimE
I'm gOnna craM it uP yOur CloWnie BRoWnie so ****
fAr yOur FarTs Will honk
ScaRy FReaKin' CloWns
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC
Two-tongued and long,
Slander and smooth,
Naked and wicked.
Moves hissing,
Delivers kisses of death,
With tongue flicking.
A revered reptile.
Lives in dead piles of woods
In trees, and deserts,
The cold earth's hugger
Crawls like nature's gymnast.
Never has he ever laughed
Never made any friends
Never trusted by anybody.
Sadly he has a king,
Black like me
But has no soul
he lives in Africa
And in parts of Asia
He bites and hisses
But I don't bite
only on my food
He doesn't chew.
I do, and I swallow.
Him, his preys whole
I despise him.
I have many reasons
He social-engineered his ways
Around Adam"s woman
One day, he ****** eve up
With smooth lies
What this even implies,
Empirically, logically,
I really don't know,
All I know, I was told!
Hold on, I know not
From whence it came,
Maybe from the good book,
That's a Long and twisted story.
It says he used his tongue
Not on her as a woman,
But to break her home.
Adam was a **** fool,
To leave that girl home alone.
Unannounced, he came in kool
Using his double tongues.
Was she kinda blind?
He isn't even cute.
This story I can't refute
Yet millions have concurred
I'm not a friend.
Not of the story.
Of him, the notorious,
The venomous
The infamous heel biter
Once again, I hate him
Never was a friend
Never will be,
Because of that poor woman.
He's the First home breaker,
Frickin' liar
Cursed by God
His head to be severed
Using a sword,
A stone or stick,
Day or night,
Right or wrong,
Because of poor little eve
Adam's kids will strike
At his tiny little head.
Death to the serpent!
Eternal condemnation
Even if he repents,
Strike his elongated body
With a double-edged cutlass.
Don't you ever feel sorry
For this sorry ***
Chinese add him cooked
segments by segments to curry.
He has no class
He Kills at will.
I hate him very much
And I do have my reasons.
He's the infamous snake
The symbol of evil
Father of confusion
With evil intention
Perpetual guide
To eternal hell
From the garden of Eden
Who gave Eve a heartbreak.
He's toxic and venomous.
©IvanBrooksPoetry
29/8/2018
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 3:25 AM UTC
So I went to get new glasses
Cos my eyes have felt real bad
I went there feeling cr*p
I left there feeling sad
I squinted and I squirmed
In that black opticians chair
"I'm afraid your vouchers expired sir"
**** off that isn't fair!"
Well that's what I wanted to say
But I bit me lip and sighed
When she told me what I owed
I almost frickin died
"How much?! I blurted back
Wide eyed and unamused
I was fed up and so I nodded
**** me should have refused!
I hope these glasses see covid
It should for that friggin' sum
Stick your lenses and your voucher
Right up your b**
Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 5:42 PM UTC
i like to be wise with my beautiful brown eyes
my thick thighs and my voluptuous size
fruit flies sticking to me cause i'm so sweet
i make the beats but dont eat that red meat
sensitive but calm and super duper collected
will get you wrapped around my finger, kid
pinky promises is how i keep it real
drinkin' tall boys, always breakin' the seal
addicted to my flavor, youll be on dis fashionistaquena
part puerto rican, but got money but not enough lend ya
crowds call my name and it keeps on echoin'
famous like the amos cookies, keep my green in a tin
i'm so frickin' visual, ROYGBIV colors make me trip all day
so vib-rant, i spy a red ant and rainbows are the color "gay"
lets collaborate, take your hands & drop all the hate, i just ate...
chips and dip, my lip ring fell out so i put in a paperclip
bobbypin in my hair, my lion locks
i'm like uffie "i pop the glocks"
Feb 27, 2011
Feb 27, 2011 at 6:05 PM UTC
I’m gonna have some coffee
I’m gonna drink some tea
I’m gonna eat some hot soup
Because this frickin’ snow is crazy
Mother Nature is off her rocker
This is a real pleasure blocker
They are going to have to cancel soccer
This sure doesn’t feel real proper
What’s going to happen to the apple blossoms and the daffodils
Going to have to start a fire to avoid the chills
As you can probably tell, I’m not real thrilled
But I refuse to allow this to break my spirit and I will keep my strong will
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 10:32 AM UTC
A letter from the dog
I appreciate you taking time to read this
I'm not gonna keep you long
There's just some things I need to say now please don't take this wrong
But have you ever thought about how it feels
to have a finger shook in your face and hear "Go on!"
I'll bet the enemy was treated better by the likes of Genghis Kahn
And then it's "get over here and eat!
Or "Now go on and lay down!"
You're really gonna use me, to throw your weight around?
And what's with making me stay outside
I'm not that bad you know
Here's an idea we'll flip a coin, if it's heads I win, you go!
You brought me here to live with you
I didn't bring you to live with me
Good thing too cause I'd put your *** outside
and ask "how you like that heat?"
Man the only thing I'm guilty of
Is trying to love on you
You act like I run around here plotting some evil household coup !
I'm not here to try to run things
You're the king here that's just fine
But please king, be on about your day, do your job, let me do mine
If someone's passing by the house
Man it's my job to bark
They can't be walking all across our grass, like our yards a frickin park
That nasty attitude of yours
Makes me wonder "what in the world?"
But I know what's up and I won't say a word, truth is, you need a girl
Well buy one, try one, hire one
Hell go down and rent one chief
But do it fast, I'm begging you cause I got to have some relief
You're just so jumbled up inside
You got zip for self esteem
Talking all that BS bout "I'm livin' the dream"
The problems all inside your head
I mean that's crystal clear
Speaking of, I've got to say, I've seen better heads on a mug of beer :~
So why just yell and point your finger
Why not kick me too
You should be ashamed picking on a dog cause your life is all askew
Another thing, I like steak too
How bout a bite for me
I'll trade you your plate for my bowl, YOU eat the pedigree
You eat that steak all by yourself
You sit there all alone
Well don't be so tight mon lean cuisine, throw the dog a bone!
I'm not sayin' the pedigree is bad
In fact it reminds me a lot of love
At least it does when it comes out, that's when it chokes me up
And would you mind not coming home so drunk
I hate you all like that
Last night you took my food bowl, and wore it for a hat!
I'm gonna leave you alone now
But I'll be down here on the floor
And I'll be waiting for you, next time I hear the door
Truth is I'll never leave you
I'll always be here cause in the end
Mine is the love you can be sure of
Sincerely
Mans best friend
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 1:23 PM UTC
there is thousands of things that make us up
as your favorite books, the foods you eat
or what you're thinking on a tuesday afternoon
i am made up of a thousand things
but some choose to see me for only a few
i like to think that i am an artist
but not like van gogh more of a shakespeare
not as well, but can wind words like i can play guitar
keep that in mind i can only play one song
sometimes i think i’m an adventurer
i like to travel and hike up mountains,
jump off cliffs into bodies of water,
but than i remember that i’m scared
of getting eaten by sharks even though
i have dreams of being a surfer
and that spiders are pretty frickin terrifying so
i stay inside, safe, with my bug sprayed walls
i like to think that i’m good at music
but get yelled at to shut up in the shower
with that i only really listen to three songs
all being from the 1975, but
i enjoy all types of music from some led zeppelin
to anything from jack johnson
but i am mostly just a wallflower
with fifteen cats and a cactus
that is still some how living that
i named kauai after my favorite hawaiian island
and making ****** paper cranes at 2 in the morning
with only christmas bulb lights
but with all these things that make me up, it
makes me the most awesome that i could be
ej
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 1:14 PM UTC
My name is John
And I am gay
I look outside
Every single frickin day
I wish I was straight
So that I could own a goat
And a **********
And ********** goats
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 8:12 AM UTC
guess what?
you can't lie to my best friend
you can't tell her
that so-and-so sent you that
( frickin slut's )
picture
(funny how you saved it)
you can't rope her back in with your
manipulation
,your
modification
of the truth,
and you can't buy me with your
half-assed excuses and you can't tell me that it's
none of my business
because you've exploited her
and you've lied to her
don't mean
that you've earned her.
she deserves better and you deserve
to be alone forever
with your self-pity
and your short-sighted
under-the-table
pathetic
selfish
actions.
guess what?
you can't tell me she has a choice
when you've given her none
telling her
she's the best things in your life
(how 'bout you treat her like it?)
and by the way
can i have a picture of you
( *insert thing she's not going to do for you
here* )
and there's a reason
you filthy
lying
cop-out of a human being
i won't hear you
tell me that
she's
chosen you
that she's
happy with you
because
if she's happy with you
how come
you still have to
spend so much time trying
to
convince her?
guess what?
i don't buy you.
i hate you.
i resent you.
you make me
sick.
and even if she doesn't see it
even if she holds onto your pathetic
whining
excuses
i see through you
you bile-throated liar
and you don't ******* deserve
one single tear
you've pulled from her,
you don't ******* deserve
the dirt on her Converse,
you don't ******* deserve
this poem.
because it makes you seem
almost like
you're worth something.
Dec 7, 2011
Dec 7, 2011 at 6:37 PM UTC
You exhaust me, oh night
with your brewing blanket of beauty
with the sounds of air circulating through vents
with your dark fingers that demand to
hold my attention.
let me go let me go.
Words from the soul
flow only when I'm with you, oh night.
There is no right without wrong
but where do I belong
in the blurred lines of morality.
I wish I was this, I wish I was that
Are you a person or a lab rat
under supervision of the Media,
a doctor who specializes in the swing of society.
Caught up in accepting mediocrity
You forget how frickin' great you could be.
You get in the car and fasten your seat belt yet the car isn't moving at all. It isn't moving at all 'cause you're in the wrong seat. Swing over your feet and step on the gas, and watch all the time standing pass.
But you're not this and you're not that. You're not a rat or in a car. You're in a bed, lying down, trying to tune out the sound of humming vents that echo emptiness into your ears.
"Fears," it whispers.
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 10:10 PM UTC
You once told me
We all have our secrets
Everyone wears their own mask
Because being open’s too hard
And being vulnerable is frickin’ scary
And I laughed
Even as I felt the truth in your words
Later, when it was quiet
And still in the dark
My lips found yours and
My hands found their way to your face
And the seam
With your hands were occupied
In the tangle of my hair
I pulled away your mask
And you let me
I always thought you were lovely
A nice guy, but nothing too incredible
But when I held your mask in my hands
And met your naked eyes
I thought you were beautiful
The kind of beautiful that hurts
Because you see it even in your soul
Even if I were blind
You would still be beautiful
You’re that kind of wonderful
As the sun rose around us
Painting the moment in rose light
My lips found yours again
But I kept my mask in place
And as the light returned
You slid back into yours
Protective armor for the day ahead
We all have our secrets
You laughed
And let me keep mine
Aug 26, 2012
Aug 26, 2012 at 4:25 PM UTC
Grow up and compromise
because you can't win every time
you can sure try
but sometimes you have to share the victory
and let me tell you that feels pretty great too
Grow up and shut up
not everyone is going to love you
and there is bound to be at least one person you hates you
for no particular reason
but fighting with words
behind their back
will only make you more angry
Grow up and listen
your opinion is fan-frickin'-tastic
but do you know you just regurgitated the quiet child's words
someone else may have the solution
and you would know that if you just took the time to hear it
Grow up and stop listening
find right and wrong for yourself
stop caring what the girl behind you or the boy down the hallway is saying
guess what, newsflash, it probably isn't about you!
develop selective hearing
so when people are being
flat
out
dumb
you can dance over their words
Grow up and grow up
it's fine to be a child
but don't be stuck in your childhood
there are better things ahead
if you just
compromise
shut up
listen
stop listening
you'll find your place
and it will feel amazing
and all those sickening words in the back of your head won't matter anymore
Grow up
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 10:25 PM UTC
Long lines at midnight, breathless hype,
shiny sheen, the high gloss of marketing,
cosplay and balletic spoiler avoidance,
slammed multiplexes, overloaded ticket sites,
Croesus-like CGI kissing earnest steady-cam shots,
fan service, callbacks, countless punches.
Childhood idols fleshed out
on the grandeur of the silver screen,
writers room noodling netting billions
long after all the shaggy boho creatives
that originated it all were lowered
into the loamy maw of anonymous grave plots.
There's a degree of validation for the pasty
and hopeless, the low and lowdown
in watching a distinguished professional legend
pretending to be Bartoc the frickin Leaper
as though it's not silly, as though all
your idle moments, all your random diversions
really matter in the end, as though it all ties up
with a master-planned through-line of purpose,
as though it all mattered when you avidly read
about Iron Man, Hercules and Giant Man punching
out the red-shirt Skrulls (or was it the Krees?) on some spaceship
for a few minutes back at your grandmother's house
back before she was dead, before you were consumed
with the caustic sting of bitterness and bile, all the
accrued weight of a life generally but pleasantly wasted.
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 2:28 AM UTC
**** paperwork,
Makes my brain hurt.
I do the work.
I assess and eval.
I take the vitals.
I provide care.
I ask the questions.
Implement the orders.
I give support.
And what does it matter?
It doesn't.
According to the powers that be.
My paperwork isn't up to *****
The patients don't matter,
didn't you know.
They don't need those
meds that help them think,
help them cope.
They don't deserve a hug.
They don't deserve attention.
If they miss their appointment
they need not have another.
They blew their chance.
All they want is a magic pill.
News for you, they know there is no such thing.
Would they live the hell they live day to day,
If there was such a thing?
Instead of tolerance and caring for our fellow humans.
Let's put first our stacks of paper and red tape.
Instead of lifting our fellow humans up,
Let's watch them struggle and then turn an uncaring eye.
I don't understand where or when it became so important
to write, instead of to do, or to give, or to care.
Where was I when the memo went out?
Just write it down, let them deal on their own.
Regardless of the fact, that it's within our scope,
To teach, to listen, to care, to support.
Decisions made, past deeds done,
diseases and habits, magnifying human weaknesses.
Make these people no worse than anyone of us,
Only in greater need.
And while watching their struggles, more than once,
I say to myself, "There but for the grace of God, go I."
Jan 24, 2011
Jan 24, 2011 at 8:35 AM UTC
I'm getting sick & frickin' tired
Of how I'm NOT livin'
Disenchanted by all the chances
That I'm NOT given
It's not that I'm weak
Or that I'm not driven
Not that I can't do
Or that I'm not willin'
And not now & not ever
Did I want to be a burden
It just ***** at times when
Hind-sight is your better vision
But I'm still steppin' up & tryin'
'cuz it's me and I have that ambition
Wild when I wanna be
Always questioning authority
Eyes wide open 'cuz I wanna see
What this life of mine has for me…
And I'm just so ****** tired
Of needin' to be forgiven
I can't do for myself
And you expectin' me to do
For you and feedin' your addiction
I love you just so you know
This was NOT how this was
S'posed to go
Nothin' in this life is free
I'm spent but you still look to me
Like it's my job to fix your pain
And keep you from sleepin' in the rain
There's only so much I can do
The time has come for you to fix you.
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 1:58 AM UTC
No frills tonight,I'll tell you why we hold so tight,
to yesteryear and yesterday and...and last fuckin' night...
before the sky broke open,
lately I'd been vaguely sorta hopin'(not doin shit,just hopin')...
that we'd get the magic back,that we'd bring back all the craic
when it was you for me and me for you again' the world,
I'm starin at the wall my mind aswirl,
Then I'm starin' thru a window to the past
when we KNEW that we would last
forever,never ever fall apart,
never ever pulled apart,
by life and time and fuckin' work,
we knew we were the ones to make it work!,
and now I'm staring through that window to the past,
like trying to piece a champagne glass,
back together when it's smashed,
*I'm kneelin' here with ****** fingers,
tryin' to make these memories linger*
REALISIN' how you'll linger there,
your scent...your smile...your shedded hair(seriously I find it EVERYWHERE!)
sorry hon I lost it there(but seriously your frickin' hair!)
your company was past compare,
I close my eyes and see you there,
I pound my fist against the glass
praying that you'll see the danger see the future Nuclear blast,
but you're just blissfully gracefully strolling past,
holding me,enfolding me
emboldening me like nobody past or present ever did or will,
the thrill begat the skill begat the quill of you so deep in me,
thought we were our Destiny.
you're under my skin like a Sinatra tattoo,
but enough bout me...how bout you?
Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 10:38 PM UTC
Collapse already!
This time has passed already, in case you hadn't guessed, but surely you can bet, I am ****** and ready to go, toe to toe?!?
What does that mean???
Are we dancing the waltz or the tango cause I can't really tell.
This back and forth, spinning around, lock and pop, Eye to Eye has got me so high, I'm pretty sure it's about that time to
Collapse already!
But bring me down easy, though I wouldn't afford you the same...cause I'm mean and ****** off and ready to go, and No!
this time, not toe to frickin toe!!
....umm...that was an unusual free flow...I don't feel relatable to whatever this is I have written here...although I could blame it on the Best of the Mafia series I've had playing in the background and that's a hilariously unusual scenario in itself. Such a trip...I had to share.
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC
Even so
when they lay here in this plot,
these are my brothers
and they're all I've got.
They fought and fought,
they gave their all,
to pay the price of freedom,
freedom they sought.
For us.
They keep us free,
ever single night
they do it while we sleep,
as they do not,
and are placed on standby
ready to fight.
But now they may sleep
the sleep of the dead,
forever at rest,
under the earthy bed.
Ah my brothers,
how I miss you so,
it was a shame to see
the way you had to go.
NAMES CHANGED FOR RESPECT AND PRIVACY:
Daniel
How you used to laugh at everything you saw,
how you volunteered for every job,
and how you thought you were such a great cowboy,
and even added the sweet yee-haw!
Matthew
It's been too long,
you held the squad together,
so I'm told
as you made it through the valley of hell,
without you, there'd been no team,
I hope you're doing alright,
you frickin leather neck.
Jason
How I hoped to have been you one day,
it's so sad now for all of us,
you couldn't stay.
You had two years left.
Two!
Life's a ***** sometimes,
and so is Death.
But that's what happens,
when you start placing bets.
Arnold
Ah the heart of gold,
and your soul to God,
you're such the geek,
and still a trooper,
great job,
you ner vod.
And so many others,
that I've known
and lost.
All for the sake
of paying the cost.
Of Freedom.
So sleep well my fellow Americans,
and look well upon
our fellow veterans.
Thank a vet for all that they do,
because of them,
you can be
you.
We owe them at least that much
a thank you,
if not more,
that we don't have anyone worse
showing up at our door.
Thank also the police,
for the lack of anarchy,
and think again
the next time you loose
your precious car key.
A minor inconvenience
compared to,
all of those
who serve
the same
God Blessed,
Red. White. And Blue.
Amen.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 5:38 PM UTC
How funny it was
That as our lips sat inches apart
Begging to be kissed
We talked about our lovers
Without hearing each other's words
Or even knowing what we were saying ourselves
How funny it was
To be lost in your eyes
While telling you why I shouldn't be
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 3:49 AM UTC
((( ((( ))) )))
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<>
^^^^^^^^^
we act like we are so fragile / so frail
So S a D !!
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So hurt ( b o o h o o ! )
So weak !!
so fricking INCAPABLE of doing
anything Human !!!!
So PATHETIC !
So POETIC !!!!!!!
So s a d !!!!!
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So RELATABLE in our mindless misery !!!
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Down da toilet with ya all !!!
Down down down
Down da frickin toilet !!!!
Down with yer cowardly lies !
Yer pandering deceptions as to what are real feelings !
Yer child abuse inducing excuses for yer criminal behaviors !
Yer pretence !!!!
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Yer sadness is self induced !
Attention MONGERING at its lowest level
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Be done
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Come child soul
Come
Unafraid
Truth gathers
The healing has begun
The healers are here
And love
( despite what these betrayers have to say )
Is real
Wholesomely complete
And is waiting
For you
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 11:30 PM UTC
you are my fairy tale
you came charging into my life
***** the "he came on a white horse" bit, you had a frickin unicorn)*
sword in hand
ready to fight off the monsters that were keeping me locked away
rescuing me from
that lost soul i was becoming
prince charming has nothing on you
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 10:17 AM UTC