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"mortified" poems
On Saturday mornings it always was the same my Nan would say come Chris we are going down the lane I would fret want to go to the bathroom but she'd drag me out again knowing what a powder keg she was and thought her rather insane It did not matter how big they were she had ***** of steel if someone crossed her path they would come off ill I was mortified by her temper, my word but she was strong I have seen her throw hard men right over my head and they were gone Now at this not so tender age I am now I understand who I am just another dangerous creature like my sweet old Nan By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 12:20 PM UTC
Going To Market With Nan
Challenges and competition notified. Every step codified. Tears and sweat pacified. Achievements and advancement glorified. Regression and depression terrified. Muscles and struggle verified. Foes and conspirators mortified. Plans of progress and purpose sanctified. Grace and the Goodness of God testified. Sweet pleasures of life. Trials, Torment and Torture. Eulogies and Elegies of visible characters. Promising and decisive. No conflicts, No dilemma.
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Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 1:48 AM UTC
HARD WORK
Corny Hornbutt went to town, looking for relations ran right into Celibut, who flees from fornication. ***** cornbutt, keep it up leader of the nation make the ladies loose their lunch and squirm with indignation! Corny went to fellowship to woo his lovely Celi mortified was Celibut, who punched him in the belly. Corny Hornbutt, keep it up leader of the nation make the ladies loose their lunch and squirm with indignation! Corny saw his life flash by and knew the end was nearing asked for pardon from his sin, as hell-fire he was fearing. Corny Hornbutt, keep it up leader of the nation make the ladies loose their lunch and squirm with indignation! Corny saw his wretched ways and in this revelation The Lord Almighty heard his cry and saved him from damnation. Corny Hornbutt, keep it up leader of the nation Reached for Love, received the Grace was made a new creation! Corny Hornbutt was renewed and now he's Pastor Corny Celi married Hornibutt and named their first-born Forny. Corny Hornbutt, keep it up lead us from dam-nation Help the ladies serve the lunch to all the congregation!
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Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 11:34 AM UTC
Corny Hornbutt
As the rain pelts my skin I try to forget about the things you did As your foreign hands invaded my body I regret ever going to that party My friends said that it would be fun That I had nothing to lose But everything changed When I met you Your eyes glowed so self-assured Smile perfectly polished Your intentions at heart seemed pure But you were there to demolish How many girls before me have fallen into this trap? Or is it me who will be Alone on this path Maybe someday you’ll have a daughter of your own And get the call saying, “Daddy I can’t come home” Because she is mortified by a choice she didn’t make But was never educated to know it was called **** For months I felt broken and battered I wallowed in self-pity Thinking I was tattered When I finally realized Opening my own eyes I won’t let what you did Ruin my dreams so big I will stand on my own And finally return home Because what happened wasn’t my fault But you have to live everyday knowing that you committed ****** Assault. -md
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Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 3:39 PM UTC
****** Assault.
**Remember her, old friend? She was...hideous, You think she was ugly, oh no, far from it.** **She was the fairest, Her lavishing sable hair, Her viridian eyes, Her glamorous smile,** **Her soft-hued skin, Her delicately slender body, Her dazzling manners, Her ever so warm demeanor,** **Her moves, Fluid, graceful, focused, Capturing the essence of the music, with her mesmerizing artistry.** **She was indeed perfect, Unique, as no one could be as elegant, Charming, for no one, was as lovely. Beguile...as no one was as rotten.** **What she was, my old friend, Was an empty vessel, the soul of which had perished, mortified by its actions.** **For all she ever wanted was approval, so what she did was put on a mask, losing herself in the process, becoming a ghost of her formal self.**
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Jan 12, 2021
Jan 12, 2021 at 5:18 PM UTC
A Self-Inflicted Doll
It was spontaneous Attention: A boy wants to be with me And I got away with it Attention: the smart, dainty girl has a summer ***** call Time and time again Attention: Finally there was consistency in my life It was what I had always hoped for Attention: I want attention I received it Attention: My father just walked in on me shirtless with a boy He hid in the closet Attention: my father is a smart man My father had a 20 minute conversation Attention: “Go outside, he and I are going to have a talk” Mortified Attention: Stay classy, teens
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Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 1:49 AM UTC
Attention:
he’s addicted to the high from egotistical joy rides. he revels in self pride, arrogance apparent in his stride. but his confident exterior is built from narcissistic lies. he can’t handle hearing “no”- rejection leaves him mortified.     this is not the first time he's come to me cock-eyed.       he asks for my consent, politely i deny. he refuses to listen, preparing to defy. my fear becomes palpable- his desire fortifies. “no, no, no!” yet his hands are on my thighs. “we have to tonight.” his words cut like a knife. i don’t understand why i’m forced to comply. (this is my body, don’t i get to decide?) my bones calcify, my heart’s a ship that’s capsized i’ve been dehumanized and yet i'm forced to act alive. i look in the mirror and let out a long sigh- is it his soul or mine that’s been demonized?
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Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 12:06 PM UTC
No
In the glimpse of the hovering nightfall When thee haste, being terrified The manwolf craves to see the moonlight from the crevices of the skies In the glimpse of the incoming blizzard Thee run across the moors Only to find yourself trapped within the mighty doors In the glimpse of the shattering light That shines across the Alps; so bright Thee love to gaze through thy panes as it briefly begins to drizzle, to rain So terrified, mortified and nullified it seems Shivering through the ghastly dream Felt within to be untrue once But alas! Woke up to find myself in the midst of one, holding my darling’s hand, step on step; we dance.
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Aug 4, 2012
Aug 4, 2012 at 12:09 AM UTC
Nightfall
Insecurities I rest Comfortably In my Gods blessings I see You may not agree Still You stay talkin' bout me? Ain't it a sight to see A woman who lacks the insecurities You slap upon your *** Like graffiti tags to concrete My freedom is fortified Leaving you mortified By the comparisons But then again I won't condescend I won't react and attack With the same ******** you extend Instead may I recommend Some knowledge From one sista to another: Much can be achieved When you let go of the beliefs Imposed by those Who know No other way To be (c) 2010. Composed by Soulfull. Soulful Synergy, LLC.
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Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 1:14 PM UTC
Insecurities: A Poem
Do you know how your body is fed? Do you truly see how we make the bread? Do you wonder the ingredients concealed like a bedspread? Well, I heard a fact That's got me seeing red About artificial flavors that 'bout made me drop dead. Now, it may not be visible You might see it in a museum In a petri dish, in a ***** It's called CASTOREUM. It's not very pretty, You wouldn't want to see 'em Big business would tell you If they were to take the veritaserum. I apologize for the nastiness but someone must be told Its not on the nutrition label Though it should be written in BOLD I'm not sure how to phrase it But it comes from the ***** hole Of a dead ****** then into your coffee, cold. Once you realize What's truly inside, Coffee creamer goes from Dr. Jekyll to Mr. Hyde. Now, I have been scarred I don't want it cold, I don't want it fried. I don't want it at all, I'm mortified That they would put in the food I tried. So fear the vanilla And eat the chicken And never forget that ****** was kickin' Before it was deprived of its ***** matter and stay away from things you don't know what they stick in.
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Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 2:38 PM UTC
Fear The Vanilla
I'm sorry boo I never meant to Couldn't forsee this happening Oh god what have I done? Am I unfaithful... Thats been on my mind this past couple of hours I didnt mean to say what I did Was trying to be nice and friendly Trying to brighten their mood I wasnt looking for love I have you Right? You'll stay here right? I'm scared... Terrified Petrified Mortified What have I done Am I unfaithful... I cant live with myself Whyd i act in such a way What's wrong with me The voices they scream inside Someone please help me I've dishonored myself My character My partner and my morales
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Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 9:00 PM UTC
Am I... Unfaithful?
who the **** knows how an alien would view us terrified, at the awe inducing power we've wrestled from the world and the lack of respect we have for it mortified, at the sheer opulence we've dug out from the earth and that the many shall never see inside, we all know that anything makes more sense than a perspective that rung even neutral
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Jun 26, 2021
Jun 26, 2021 at 12:48 AM UTC
Even Neutral
I lay on the ground below the curved hips of the hills at sunset The aperture of my eyes, my *** my eyes and the narrow escape of mind from body I am ten again and they’re calling me falsey “Big **** No bra!” Shoving them into the lockers of Holy Name’s pool My eyes? Brown. My hair? Brown My body? Invisible, lean and “Leave me alone! or I’ll punch your lights out!” Meanwhile, Mom is mortified but not cause I’m banned from the stupid pool All I want— is to run bare to the waist Ride my bike, maniacal   Be a bird Swipe ice from the milk truck Marvel over maggots in garbage Catch toads, caterpillars, pollywogs in jars Later, sell lemonade— get rich! …and pretend…pretend… till the litany of our names, hollered from the porch till the street lights come on…. ***** “This is for something you haven’t got yet” says the matron of the fitting room Bones in a bathing suit? What I haven’t got? or they haven’t got? will never get— in their worlds of curtained cubicles Cause of death: Strangulation by measuring tape! ***** In my plaid two-piece sunburned shoulders, wind-wild hair By sweat and the afternoon’s imaginings I built a fortress of sand and stones to endure forever…. But she— shook the blanket at the tide’s full reach Peppered the air with an epoch Clouds darkening the wind-torqued sea Finding my flip-flops, we—     trudged off…     into the changing… changing
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Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 9:45 PM UTC
Adolescent Afternoon
"terrified mortified petrified stupefied by you" ---A Beautiful Mind
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May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 5:51 PM UTC
A Beautiful Mind
*This dream is a sloppy forest and you are the bird who broods in a labyrinth of trees. Time revolts, the cage of sleep fractures with the flutters of my eyelids. I feel mortified for uprooting trees one by one from navels of the earth only to see you safe at home. Now the greens lay under my feet and the sun looks blue with your screaming feathers scattered across the sky.*
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Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 1:13 PM UTC
Homeless
Titanic ****** berth, she stands, Maiden stream deflowering the sunlight. Immense furore along the dock. Streamers, banners, brass bands. Herald the beginning of the end. Magnificent and stately, There she stands, a glory to behold. Pomp and splendour,   Wealth with greed, All set to sail the seven seas. A dream of life, A life of dreams Splendour of their own, Scrambling ice mountains, glisten Shining a fateful allure to a frozen death A stern captain, Calm, dignified, Guides the ship of dreams unto her nightmare, “Astern”, he cries, unheard through muffled joy…. Crunching, crashing, listing, A myriad of smashing crystal, Destined for the deep, Air thick with screams of terror, Young, old, rich, poor, All scared. Mortified corpses float, Water littered with deceased, While the living dead look on. Hope’s dashed, Time dies silently. Carpathian angel, Saviour of souls, God spoke, Their souls were saved! Livvi  Kent  2012 [email protected]
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Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 12:18 PM UTC
Titanic!
The Fool The grass bows in respect as he passes, A fool so very unruly, Spits vengeful passion, Sets the bowing grass on fire, Destroying nature with his smile, Raucous, Lashing feelings, Eyelashes flutter in mortified shame, Curling of their own accord, In harmony of discord! Disputed by speech in truth! Love songs live , Castigated fool, This lyricist, Chastised for lack of care, Beaten down, Darkened magic mind, Riling by inspiring, Cauldron bubbles, Images evaporate, Eternal gossamer magic, This fool's a clever fool! He is such unruly fool, Will never admit it, Uncool fool, Will stand in attendance, To whims and things, Main retorts in nonchalance! Founded in chalice, Full, This fool, Well, He's no village idiot! By ladylivvi1 © 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
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May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 6:08 AM UTC
The Fool
My eyes weren't burned blind with hot oil I am not a brainwashed cult member I do not think ignorance is bliss And I see lies and truth as night and day Some people speak to me Like I've never walked outside my door As if the truth could **** me "But I'll tell you anyway" We've all heard that one before I know what's happening I know that I am not the only person you're seeing I know that you're vicious in your animalistic ways The animalism that society identifies as "manly" I'm sure others have received the text The phone call The words that make us feel needed The words that make me feel like I am doing something I want to do Even if I don't I know that you're not perfect I know that your mind is obsessive And compulsive And meticulous like neat stacks of paper Or freshly cut grass I still don't know how you value me As a person As an object As a heart As a brain It could be any of the listed above And even though you're not the perfect gentleman I understand that people aren't perfect I'm not blind to your mistakes No one is covering my ears Or hindering my senses The truth is right in front of me You are the truth People look at me As if I am an orphaned child A recent widow Still in denial because of the trauma That life has presented to us I know that you can be horrible Cruel and abusive At the same time I know you can make me feel like the only person who has ever rested in your arms And even if I'm not the only one I know I'm not the only one I accept it Because your presence makes me feel better about myself Your face motivates me to do well in all I do Your body encourages me to run for miles and do hundreds of lunges Maybe I'm using you just as much as you may be using me We're messed up and mortified and scarred "You can do better" they say "You deserve someone who will treat you like a princess because you're intellectual and pretty" What if I don't want that What if all I want is to complacently stay In a place that I don't necessarily belong But it feels right So I do And that's why they think I'm blind Senseless
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Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 9:28 PM UTC
Senseless
My eyes weren't burned blind with hot oil I am not a brainwashed cult member I do not think ignorance is bliss And I see lies and truth as night and day Some people speak to me Like I've never walked outside my door As if the truth could **** me "But I'll tell you anyway" We've all heard that one before I know what's happening I know that I am not the only person you're seeing I know that you're vicious in your animalistic ways The animalism that society identifies as "manly" I'm sure others have received the text The phone call The words that make us feel needed The words that make me feel like I am doing something I want to do Even if I don't I know that you're not perfect I know that your mind is obsessive And compulsive And meticulous like neat stacks of paper Or freshly cut grass I still don't know how you value me As a person As an object As a heart As a brain It could be any of the listed above And even though you're not the perfect gentleman I understand that people aren't perfect I'm not blind to your mistakes No one is covering my ears Or hindering my senses The truth is right in front of me You are the truth People look at me As if I am an orphaned child A recent widow Still in denial because of the trauma That life has presented to us I know that you can be horrible Cruel and abusive At the same time I know you can make me feel like the only person who has ever rested in your arms And even if I'm not the only one I know I'm not the only one I accept it Because your presence makes me feel better about myself Your face motivates me to do well in all I do Your body encourages me to run for miles and do hundreds of lunges Maybe I'm using you just as much as you may be using me We're messed up and mortified and scarred "You can do better" they say "You deserve someone who will treat you like a princess because you're intellectual and pretty" What if I don't want that What if all I want is to complacently stay In a place that I don't necessarily belong But it feels right So I do And that's why they think I'm blind Senseless
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Sadness envelops My heart and soul Keeping me confined Choices taking their toll. Freedom seems so far away Melting into an abyss of emptiness. ****** parts and organs dying Not coping well with all of the stress Something gripping me, leaving me crippled Tortured by my own worst enemy, myself Too late for the past, so tainted Unforgiven, unwanted, enough tears to fill the well. Never enough, never okay Seeking revenge, but not today. Isolated and alone, mortified The wrongs I’ve done, now need to pay. Frozen in fear of loss My heart is protected with walls Unwilling to trust another Hemmed within myself, death now calls. Depression eating me alive Like a serpent that devours My time is running out These are my final hours. The cycle starts anew A million nails through my flesh The misery and pain endure Now I can only guess. Clouded judgement causing scars Leaving me utterly alone again The past becoming the present Going back to the sickness that has always been
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Jan 9, 2013
Jan 9, 2013 at 3:36 PM UTC
SCARS
It's such a different perspective to see her self-hatred outdoes my own. She's a brilliant, dying star. Vacuuming away all the evil in her, siphoning it through her throat. Flush it down. Pulling apart her bones from the inside out. I can understand that. I've been thinking offhandedly, not on purpose. Take a deep breath, look up at the clouded sky. The blown, restless leaves endlessly remind me of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. Let my mind go blank. Refocus, come back down from wherever I went, finding I've been working questions over while unaware. Autopilot likes to steer toward the ground. I've been thinking offhandedly, not on purpose, of the best way to say goodbye. I've been dreaming of writing this down all morning, all night. Who's to say I haven't been anxiously awaiting this all my life? To tell you what it's like to hate yourself so much that others become mere blips on the radar; still there, but so unrecognizable. I become unreachable. I've been dreaming of opening myself up, seeing all the things that are tucked inside, away from my reach. They all tell me not to go looking for trouble, but hell, how could it possibly get worse? I'm curious. Lying here loathing myself for being so pitiful. So pathetic. Part of me knows I am wallowing, stewing, dwelling. The other part knows what they don't: there is nothing of worth here. Take it all away, no more trying. Drop my cards on the wood between my elbows, stand & take my leave. You guys can split my poker chips. It'll be so...so lovely...not waking up to the bleak, the empty. Not to have to face myself in the mirror, with my troubled eyebrows & worried lips & the nervous twitch of my mouth that wasn't there a month ago. Not to wake up to every 'can't'. Not to stare into my own blank, listless eyes; numb. So mortified of myself, miserable with me, yet so distant, removed, disinterested, distracted. Please don't be upset if I think of you before I go. Understand that just because I want to die doesn't necessarily mean I want to leave you. Don't count this one last sin; dreaming of my fingertips memorizing the contours of your face, kissing your eyelids, your cheeks, your mouth, your neck, hands, tears. Breathe in the scent of you. Maybe you could give me some courage to hold onto as I let go. Don't penalize me for this, please. Let me live in how much I love you one last time. I'm sorry this hurts you. I just figured out how to say goodbye.
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Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 1:02 AM UTC
Speeding and Headlights Off
It's such a different perspective to see her self-hatred outdoes my own. She's a brilliant, dying star. Vacuuming away all the evil in her, siphoning it through her throat. Flush it down. Pulling apart her bones from the inside out. I can understand that. I've been thinking offhandedly, not on purpose. Take a deep breath, look up at the clouded sky. The blown, restless leaves endlessly remind me of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. Let my mind go blank. Refocus, come back down from wherever I went, finding I've been working questions over while unaware. Autopilot likes to steer toward the ground. I've been thinking offhandedly, not on purpose, of the best way to say goodbye. I've been dreaming of writing this down all morning, all night. Who's to say I haven't been anxiously awaiting this all my life? To tell you what it's like to hate yourself so much that others become mere blips on the radar; still there, but so unrecognizable. I become unreachable. I've been dreaming of opening myself up, seeing all the things that are tucked inside, away from my reach. They all tell me not to go looking for trouble, but hell, how could it possibly get worse? I'm curious. Lying here loathing myself for being so pitiful. So pathetic. Part of me knows I am wallowing, stewing, dwelling. The other part knows what they don't: there is nothing of worth here. Take it all away, no more trying. Drop my cards on the wood between my elbows, stand & take my leave. You guys can split my poker chips. It'll be so...so lovely...not waking up to the bleak, the empty. Not to have to face myself in the mirror, with my troubled eyebrows & worried lips & the nervous twitch of my mouth that wasn't there a month ago. Not to wake up to every 'can't'. Not to stare into my own blank, listless eyes; numb. So mortified of myself, miserable with me, yet so distant, removed, disinterested, distracted. Please don't be upset if I think of you before I go. Understand that just because I want to die doesn't necessarily mean I want to leave you. Don't count this one last sin; dreaming of my fingertips memorizing the contours of your face, kissing your eyelids, your cheeks, your mouth, your neck, hands, tears. Breathe in the scent of you. Maybe you could give me some courage to hold onto as I let go. Don't penalize me for this, please. Let me live in how much I love you one last time. I'm sorry this hurts you. I just figured out how to say goodbye.
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oh once upon a time i found a soulmate, filled my heart, it overflowed, i drowned so deep to ocean's floor i simply died, translated to the heavens of the skies, though years, it was a drop in ocean's depth, that we would be together in our bond, against all my beliefs and thoughts it broke, oh yes, so possible, it truly did, she changed and fell right through the floor of glass, past clouds and vanished to the earth below, so mortified to stone i followed suit and landed in an open grave closed shut, to my surprise a new love, moschiach, did resurrect me from my stateless tomb, and showed me things i'd missed from my dear love long past but not forgotten in the mind, yet she could not accompany me there upon the clouds in steps rising to sky, for she was chained to one some distance off, and she was his, and though our hearts be tuned, we could not mesh and cleave into one flesh, yet showed me soulmates are not one for one, for there must always be another one somewhere in space and time, like us, like this, and now standing before my former grave, with hope for life yet hopeless in my search, should i climb down and sleep or walk a path? a path to where? to whom? now death, now life... and so i wait, eternity if must be done, somehow, for here alone i can't, an oddity among the pairing souls, comprising all that heaven's meaning is (C)2012, Christos Rigakos
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Dec 25, 2012
Dec 25, 2012 at 5:20 PM UTC
oh once upon a time i found a soulmate
Is it really so wrong To covet thy neighbor When they truly cannot see what treasures lie before them? Emaciated and broken, As a starved wanderer I watch, A man with a feast before him Yet he turns up his nose Through the emerald gaze of a green-eyed monster I view This disgraceful display of gifts Woefully cast aside This spectacle I witness Confuses and astounds For anyone can clearly see The problem with this scene Mortified, I stare And with hunger, I despair I wish the feast to be mine But with none they will share But with a glimmer of hope I will continue And reflect on this sad, sad venue One day I will sate this monster of mine And no longer for the feast shall I pine
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Jan 16, 2012
Jan 16, 2012 at 2:16 AM UTC
Covet Thy Neighbor
When I heard about it I was hurt, saddened, mortified. I couldn't believe someone I remembered to be so full of life had died. I remember playing D&D; for hours at a time. I remember our characters always doing something out of line. I remember your brother (as our DM) playing a little frog to help us get back on track. I remember stealing only pens and that same little frog eraser at walmart, just to have security stop us outside and ask me for the nail polish back. I remember our photo shoot, and the picture of us standing back to back. And the one that looked like you were staring at my shirt, we all had a big laugh about that. I remember when you and I became close, and were together almost everyday. I remember how reckless we were, but wasn't that always our way? I remember karaoke nights, going clubbing, parties at Casey's, and trips to Niagara Falls. I remember through everything what a good friend you were to me, I remember that most of all. I love you and miss you Jon. I will always remember you.
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Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 10:36 PM UTC
Written 8/15/12 for J.C.
As the rain pelts my skin I try to forget about what you all did As your foreign hands invaded my body I regret ever going to that "party" My friend said it would be fun That I had nothing to lose But everything changed when she left me with you guys Your eyes glowed so self-assured Smiles perfectly polished Your intentions seemed friendly But you were all there to demolish How many girls before me have fallen into this trap? Or is it me who will be alone on this path Maybe someday you will all have daughters of your own And get the call saying, "Daddy I can't come home" Because she is mortified by a choice she didn't make But was never educated to know it was called **** For months I have felt broken and battered I have wallowed in self-pitty You have all affected every single aspect of my life Left me with no words A feeling of constant numbness and anger I don't know what to do I feel ruined.
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Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 9:32 PM UTC
trying to forget
My thoughts are like gamma rays addicted to ******* Fiending for absolute Truth Or a new use for Head Space They come in a swarm that bitch-slaps any bats in my belfry And rational thoughts flash mob My cherished illusions Daily. I'm on the front line Of a Psychic War with the Brain-Dead ! My Kung-fu is Confused By Hatred as an Argument - Racist Beliefs as a platform to start with... Asinine articles of faith As arcane Armaments Immune to subtlety ...Q.E.D. ~ or any proof of concept ! They've kept the Rubicon Uncrossed by the Curious Held stock in kerosene To burn books too luminous for Fearful Men, Unaccustomed to Promethean Gifts And the Unquenchable Flame of Paradigm Shifts Mortified by any Noble Pursuit That diminished the Lie To magnify the Truth.
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Sep 26, 2011
Sep 26, 2011 at 12:37 PM UTC
My Psychic War With The Brain Dead