Driving thru lots of
Parked cars, many un-
Aligned...
Ask you?
Askew...
Wow. There oughta be
A law or two to keep
Those cars in lines.
(Let's get Google to
Drive our cars for us!
They'd behave better,
Until they became self-
Aware, that is)
Googo-
Pocalpyse

Navigating parking lots is
Gambling against heavily
Uneven odds, the House(s)
Eventually winning by de
Fault of small electronics

Merry Christmas! Used
To hear that from just about
Every mouth and furry pair
Of lips. Now, the ubiquitous
"Happy Holidays" or as Seinfeld
So brilliantly mocked,
"Festivus for the Restofus"
The mocking is now
Knocking on our
Cultural Door to
Heck

Driving past a Fitness
Planet: the misspeled
Word "Judgement"
And the irony poking
Me in the eye is that little
"E"
That SHOULD belong nestled
Snugly in the deep middle of
That word, but, strangly, isntt...
And I'm doing what that sign
Admiringly attempts to cajole:
I'm judging. I'm judgEing.

I do this, constantly, all
My waking minutes:
Not passing on judging, but
Holding 4 aces and 1 joker...
(Me)
Hands clenched in rage as
(Again)
I steer obliquely thru parking
Lots, doing the very same
Crime I accuse everyone else
Being guilty of...

I scream...
THERE IS NO 'e' IN
JUDGEMENT!

Even though it’s not true, it helps to believe some where, someone is going to look at my life, and get inspired.

Don’t nobody look at the **** i write. Not here, not in notebooks, not on poetry pages. Nobody looking, nobody judgeing, so why not?

I walk through this world alone,
nobody understands my pain.
Doesn't matter how kind I am,
it always seems to be in vain.

Hope is but an echo in my ear,
happiness was never there.
Apparently I'm asking much,
for a friend who wants to care.

Sadness rules my life I know,
and there's nothing I can do.
Joy is something I should feel,
but it's a feeling I never knew.

People are always judgeing me,
there expectations are to high.
No matter how hard I seem to try,
It makes me want to cry.

I feel so lost and all alone,
in this world of mine.
But I will continue smiling,
and tell everyone I'm fine.

She doesn't blame him
For whatever has happened
She doesn't blame him
For being heartbroken
Cause she was the foolish one
The mad one, the crazy one

It's her fault for trusting again
After being broken hundred times
It's her fault for hoping
To be understood even after
So many ignorances

She realizes everyday
How blind she was not to see
His selfish love, his needy deeds
And regrets about
Judgeing everything through
His eyes, being in his shoes
And not from her own

But today, deep down she is happy
Cause after stopping to love him
She started to love herself
After stopping seeing him
She started to care herself
After stepping out of his world
She got to see the real world
Now she will be there for herself
And will have no broken promises
Will have no heart in pain
Every effort will be given at its best
Every word spoken will be truth
Cause now she is in love with herself
And this will be the
'Best love story ever'