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Jade M Matelski Dec 2013
Mya
My best friends name is Mya
Shes a beautiful wonder; a saint in disguise
But she hates herself 
For everything
Eating, talking
Breathing 

She let's out forgiveness but breathes in resentment 
It gets changed somewhere inside
Afraid to stand in a crowd afraid of the looks
She thinks people give her

Tries to starve the ugly out
But girl, there wasn't any to start
Used to cut her wrist let flowers spill 
She quit that dangerous addiction years ago 
But it still haunts her mind/thinking should I? Should I? Should I?
Should I again give into the unforgiving blade? 
Shes so hungry but won't let herself eat
Traded in her pain got a different kind 

I love you I love you
I'll say it untill you love yourself
SøułSurvivør Jun 2015
A TRIBUTE TO HELLO POETRY

This will be a long write.
There are so many I wish
to honor and thank.

Please, if you can, pull up
Bruce Cockburn's song
Maybe the Poet on YouTube.
Listen to the words as you read this.
It will greatly add to your enjoyment.

I play no favorites...
you ALL are class acts!

Here's a tribute. Yep. It's long!
But listen to Bruce Cockburn's song.
I want to emulate what's sung
Yes, not miss a poet, one!

ryn has got a range of art
Ded Poet's got a poet's heart
elsa angelica's soul resounds
Bhumika's a dove
with a golden crown!

Wolfspirit's pen can spill his love
Wonderman's ink from up above
sjr...1000 words so wise
Scarlet Pimpernel's talent's
not disguised!

Joe Malgeri's a spiritual gent
Paige Pots' work is heaven sent
Tivonna has love for natural things
Helena's work has roots and wings!

Pradip, in my eyes number one
as is Thomas A Robinson
jeffrey robin's style is loose and bold
Rupal has a heart of gold!

John Stevens has an earthy wit
Pax means peace, his candle's lit
Tryst's ballads are a perfect fit
and I love Lidi Minuet!

donna's sweet as honeydew
Jason Cole fits like a shoe
Prttybrd sings songs with style
Day Wing flies! He has a smile!

Deborah's walking on her beach
her talent has a range and reach
Rapunzel let's her hair way down
Weeping Willow
has a pleasant sound!

Joe Cole loves all fantasy
SSilkenTounge has a mind that's free
Solaces is a very old friend
I hope to see Botan again!

Urmilla writes beyond her years
Chalsey Wilder writes bring tears
Tonya Maria and I share pain
Wise is K Balachandran!

CA Guifoyle lives in my town
Adam Childs' the best around
SE Reimer can put us in the mood
Musfiq us Shaleheen
Is so VERY good!

Richard Riddle honors with poetry
Love my collab, Arcassin B!
Sally A Bayan's good and kind
Hayden Swan's a real find!

Love comments from Joe Adomavicia
zik, I'm always glad to see ya!
TGWLY has a heart that hurts
Erenn Y does heartfelt works...

Elizabeth Squires has classic writes
Frank Ruland's fights
for what is right
And if a scare you want to see
just look up POETIC T!

Oh! There are SO many more!
There are poets by the score!
I don't want to be a bore
But read them ALL! You will be
FLOORED !!!

MORE POETS!!!

Lori Jones McCaffery
Kalypso
Niamh Price
Mya Angel
Mike Hauser
Vicki
Ignatius Hosiana
Frankie J
Chris Green
mark cleavenger
brandon nagley
Winn
Puds (Pete)
Deborah Brooks Langford
Timothy
Marian
Hilda
Harriet Tecumsah Watt
it's gonna make sense
mybarefootdrive
Dark n Beautiful
WL Winter
Margaux
Pamela Rae
Venusoul7
Eddie Starr
Olivia Kent
Brenden Thomas
Zoe
Raj Arumugam
Elijah
Sukeerti
Manny
M.A.N
Jonny Angel
Dylan Mitchell
James M Vines
bulletcookie
i am miss brightside
Chris Fracc
Cat
Ocean Blue
Phil Lindsay
Mike Hauser
PearlSy
Christi Michaels Moon Flower
Raj Nandy
SPT
PoETEPETE Now RePETE After PETE
Makayla Kelly
Paul Gafney
Nan Trapp Messer
Chloe
Steven Langhorst
Daniel Palmer
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
C A Guilfoyle
TRAVELLER
Soul
GitacharYa VedaLa
Rosalind heather Alexander
S R Matts
Paul Gattney
Danny Mak
patty m
liv frances
Gary L
Ngamau Boniface
IOWA
Earl Jane
ber
Justin G
James
ste'phanie noir
born
Aztec Warrior


Last but not least... olestoryteller
and Francie Lynch! Ketoma Rose!
If there's someone I've forgotten
PLEASE TELL ME!

Also please read Hello again, Poets!
I wrote more! Also please read the poem 'diamonds'. There are many tributes to people who i missed in this write.

I'LL WRITE A SPECIAL POEM
JUST FOR YOU!

---
Delilah Moon Dec 2014
Mia Mya oh sweet Mryia
Walking down the apple path
A gust of wind
And now she broke
Mia Mya oh please Mryia
Skipping to her mushroom house
A gust of wind
And now she's lost
Mia Mya oh no Mryia
Diving in the acid pool
A gust of wind
And now she's gone.
Bartholomew Sep 2018
Your “about me” says: ask”, but I don’t know where to start.
Your intent wants to “date but nothing serious” at heart.
But I wanna know more,
my ambition is to learn how very ambitious you are.
The 3 photos attached to your profile inspired me to write this scribe.
Hoping I don’t come off as corny cuz if I do I’ll be dying inside.
But I’ll shoot my shot, slide in ya DM and hope the best of luck.
And I ain’t goin lie, I’m digging ya style, you look **** as hell without your pictures showing too much.
Eloquent features, soft lips, but are your eyez filled with pain?
Cuz the pics don’t depict a smile, please don’t take that the wrong way.
I wanna get high with you spiritually and **** the **** out of your thoughts.
Make your spirit bust as ya soul gets wetter from every idea that was sought.
I wanna kick it, share uncontrollable laughter, go on adventures and get lost.
What’s the cost?
Free thinker, free thinker, are you thinking I’m too soft?
Nah never that, I’m just not afraid to show emotion in which this generation is currently at fault. Their lost.
Doesn’t mean I’m in love with you, doesn’t mean I’m not guarded and ****
Doesn’t mean I’m tryna lock you down like Wayne and mya and have you fallen and ****
But I am interested like whoa, who knows it could be destiny
Even though I wanna see how you put that thing on me, I can’t let you get the best of me
I wanna know everything
from your first love to your last
All just because I’m captivated and your “about me” says “ask”

So I ask.... are you intrigued as well?
Or am I looking  for love in a wrong venue?
Inspiration:
Mya ft Lil Wayne- lock u down
Mya- like whoa
Mya-best of me
Mya- fallen
And to whoever MyaLove is on Pof that didn’t give me a shot. It’s all good love
Get your RSVP (Respondez s'il vous Plait)

Your presence is cordially invited
(If you please)
To the Troll Invitational Only Ball
Come one , come all !
Only the best heed this call
Featuring the Marque band ,
"Smashing Poets"
Playing their monster hits ,
"Clip You At The Knees" and "The Killer In Me Sets Me Free"

Join in the festivities
As we debase humankind
A great time is guaranteed
For all "Troll" beings
BIG or small
So come one , come all ye Trolls
To the Invitational Ball


Comments :

The Thaumaturge : When we're we supposed to get our invites ?

Thomas A Robinson : What ? You didn't get one ? Must be some kind of oversight !

The T. : I'm sending you hate mail as we speak so that you know my address this time .

TAR. : Will do , I'll be in wait . . . not !

The T. : I don't own a car and I was reading a book literally the other day .

Craig Moore : Is the ball going to be under a bridge ?

TAR. : Of course !

The T. : I feel like I'd be shunned at a trolls only ball since I'm more of an antitroll if anything .

TAR. : Well it takes one to break one .

The T. : Nice to know my efforts don't go unnoticed .

Craig Moore : But there is only one ?

TAR. : Proxy ! ! !

The T. : Oh alright . I've got like a billion of those .

TAR. : That's proxies , not proxy !

The T. : Yeah , I've got a billion proxy .

TAR. : Proxies ! ! !

The T. : No I have a lot of proxy .

TAR. : Ha ha , that sounds moxy !

The T. : Is it just a little bit foxy ?

TAR. : Now I'm shredding your invitation !

The T. : What ! Why ? I thought that would be a perfect example of trolling . Don't make me drop the B-bomb !

TAR. : Trolling - the act of dragging a lure or bait behind a boat in the hopes of attracting a fish to bite the bait or lure becoming hooked and caught . You're troll bait .

The T. : That was the whole proxy/proxies thing ! And as for you , you are a troll incarnate TAR and not even a clever one .
Yeah Thomas ! Leave yourself alone ! Anyway I was supposed to be invited but they tore it up after I arrived .

TAR. : And you call yourself a miracle worker ?

The T. : You want a miracle ! I'll show you a miracle !

TAR. : What ? Hack my account ? Been done already .

The T. : That's not a miracle . Tell me what would impress you ?

TAR. : Simple , eliminate all trolls from here permanately . Should be only a minor miracle .

Tap . Tap . Tap .

TAR. : I see he cannot eliminate even one troll .

The T. : What are you talking about ? They're all gone !

TAR. : Smoke and mirrors . Don't gaslight me ! I'm an optimist . One who sees through fog clearly .

The T. : My only weakness .

TAR. : So put up or shut up .

The T. : Honest is the best policy .

TAR. : Honesty ! ! !

The T. : Thomas A Robinson your obscene proclamations are easily dismissed by adults . What would you do to a child in a public restroom ?

TAR. : I would call you for advice . Whoops ! No I wouldn't ! I would take the knife out of your hand .

The T. : You remove the knife from my hand only to find out that I'm actually a large swarm of bees wearing a trench coat .

TAR. : I would be the bee and tan your hive !

The T. : Maybe make a moovee out of it ?

TAR. : Bagging the killer B's . Pyrethium dreams . Your honey's run dry . You sting me I **** you .

The T. : That'd just **** me twice .

TAR. : Well good night Miracle worker . Don't let the bee mites bite .

The T. : I hate those bee mites , sweet dreams are made of bees .

TAR. : Ha Ha Ha , dear Annie Lennox is fumigating now . You're a Pox on everyone .

Mya-Angel Madden : How dare I miss the Ball of Trolls ! Whatever happened to Lucifer ? **** .

TAR. : Ah , the days of Lucy, when the definition of a troll was perfected !
All others now are just doormats in comparison .

Pintu Mahakul : Join in the festivities and this is very amazing definitely .. .

TAR. : Thank you Pintu Mahakul .
A repost of a poem with comments .
Antony Padilla May 2013
Up early

Thinkin bout my girly

N her nice curls

How she was made for me

Like God knew how much

I like curves

With thighs like Mya

So good I think I might die

Eyes so lovely

I think I know why

Cuz they lookin at me

Like I'm someone or

Somebody

Got me feelin fire

Now I'm tryna beat

Like karate

I'm deep in thought

Bout bein on top

Her tellin me

To keep goin instead of stop

Wrappin her hands round my neck

Kissin n bitin me

Lips n teeth send electricity

And tingles that lighten me

She wanted compliments

Well these are free

Complimentary

I glimpsed ya legs last night

When you were shining that light

They looked lovely to me

Just how I like

I love ya smile when I can make it widen

But it's ya lips that make me stiffen

Thoughts of them kissin n lickin

Every muscle on my body

While those sweet fingers

Tapered to perfection

Slowly stroke and pull the choke on my *******

Face me or face away

Just so long as you came to play
Alexis J Meighan Sep 2014
The dream

Remember- Martin Luther King-

"Let freedom ring"
He grace the world with a vision.
"Free at last"
He sang of the goal to the crowd

Remember -Agathe Uwilingiyimana -

The "content of our character"
Has come to judgment
But these character are just fools on a stage

Remember -Abraham Lincoln-

King's dream would come to a peak
But 2chainz, kim, minaj  TO and those unlike him
Would push it over and watch it crash on the buffs below

Remember -Medgar Evers-

Even Langston, wondered "what is a dream differed?"
Mahalia Jackson screamed for Martin to "tell em bout the dream"
But as Marvin proclaimed "we still don't know what's going"

Remember -John Fitzgerald Kennedy-

Obama made it in but the walls of the house he resides are far from the gleaming white it claims to be.
Blackened by the administration before him, the walls just too dingy to overlook

Remember -Fred Hampton-

He said "america gave us a bad check" and the march to washington would be how its cashed.
We all saw Barak at the teller endorsing but in the end the long fall of that tall horse was the goal of the fairest man.

He wanted every valley exalted.
Instead ******* God father pizza man makes a fool of the process, and a kid with a hoodie take the hit, just like Emmit Till, a school full of babies take the hit, Twin towers in new york takes the hit, theatre full of batman fans take the hit, but guess that's living the dream.

Remember- Harry and Hariette Moore-

Malcom says by any means
Even Jimi Hendrix sang for us to grab the machine guns
"Fight the power!" Be a public enemy. What ever happen to all that?
A fist in the air and a call for unity use to use to get us up in the morning
Now this ***** running around with a helmet and some horns telling these skanks he's the flavor of love.
Ya I'll pass on that
And go with the labor of love and survive with a better understanding of what life is.

Remember -Benazir Bhutto-

Mya Angelou was a ****, *******, stripper, and thief before she  new "why the cage bird sing"
Even today with all her enlightenment she ask where is Dr King's dream?

Humans have come so far so fast but judgment and common sense still elude our sophisticated lives. What once was a dream is indeed a reality to most but that's only because the play ignorance to the issues that still plague our nation and that dream we chase is littered with little nightmares.

Remember -Emmit Till-

Lincoln started the process J.F.K started the process, M.L.K. Preached the process, Medgar Evars tried to beat the process, Malcom X was betrayed for the process, Agathe Uwilingiyimana stood up for the process,Benazir Bhutto took a chance on the process,Fred Hampton died in the process,
Harry and Hariette Moore burned for the process,
Emmit Till was tortured in the process.
All believing the dream would see them survive.

-Remember the future-
-Xin-
Liam hopson Sep 2018
Mya
Life can be cruel,
If we listen to it's harshness,
But if you look within,
Your find your way out of the, darkness.
I wrote this as a comment to another poem I read on here but I liked it so posted as here
PETTY POET Sep 2020
NI SAHII*
Nimekuwa silent for a while waka-confuse kuhang boots na a short break,huwezi nipata bar no wonder bars zangu ziko so-bar,black supremacy... Niko na connection na maraga ndio maana akanipea hii ko-r-ti,ni  poet petty siku hizi na-weigh content si  value ya suti,apart from kutema visiriaz,nacheza guitar na at times isukutti,kaa ni kisima,si  unajua obvious hii_ siikuti,

Daily na hood niite mya-hoodie,ni  due to public demand so sikuwa na budi,nilipretend kunguru ndio nipate hizo white collar jobs,na nikasema sitadiss king rabbit ndio unispot kaka,aty petty ameomoka?,si aitane basi sherehe ya kukata na shoka,kaa ni breko naamkia konyangi,na hii  dry spell uko sure hunyongangi?.

Hii class kila mtu  huchoma tuko high class,heri  uko mnakula vako,huku kumekauka kuliko kichwa ya babu owino,dawa ya wivu nakuandikia eno,situmii smartphone natumia phone smart,only call sina  time ya kuchat,ambia smart joker jokes zake huwa joked smart,

Walisema sikio la kufa halisikii dawa,acha nijaribu tena  MARA MOJA, thanks to corona for the first time mluhya anaoga mkono na si  ugali anakula,na petty unatema hata  mtu  haezi sema,ni  venye alikuwa na vinyasa mbili so nikamwomba sho-r-t
moja,na petty pieces zako huniacha in pieces,hizo ndio comments nareply,juz for teases,

Na kama corona shida zangu huwezi zicough out kwa public,natumia mouth piece ya scimo na Leo hatubongi za mitaro na toothpicks,na kuna chizi flani  ananukia colon na hii corona huwezi sema kwa mama mboga iko loan,na kama ni  lyrics nauza hii itabidi umechomoa mita,na before niachilie mic,kumbuka sonko alisema social distance ni  ya one metre,sihang suspenders kwa shoulders, nikiwa hustle nahang guitar,hio  time short nimespend apa  nilikuwa na blessings za mama no wonder sijastammer,kama nimekubamba scratch kwa tenje uniseti stage ndio home na sijaplan...kuhama.
-P€TT¥PO€T✍️
©️2020.
Crescent Jan 2020
Di ko aakalain na sa iyo ako mahahanga
Sa dinami-raming mya babae na aking nakikita,
Ang iba'y kasing talino ni Einstein o kasing ganda ni Catriona
Ikaw na nga babang binigay sakin ni Tadhana?

Ako'y paunting-unting nahuhulog sa bawat oras tayo'y magkasama,
Di ko kayang malimot kahit aking sinubok.
Pero bakit ako natatakot?
Gusto ko rin magkaroon ng tayo pero ba't di ko magawa?

Ang puso ko'y namumuhay parin sa nakaraan.
Patuloy parin tumitibok sa taong aking pinangakuang
Hihintayin ang araw na muli ko siyang matatawag "aking mahal".
Huhintayin ko pa ba ang araw na iyon dumating?

Kung pwede lamang ligawan kayong pareho'y gagawen ko
Kahit isa lamang ang pwedeng manatili sa king puso.
Sabihin niyo na tanga ako magmahal ay la kong pake, dahil ito'y aking alam.
Sino ba ang pipiliin ko? Ang nakaraan o ang ngayon?
I can't stop smoking...

For 19 yrs of clean air
I breathed in the insults of nature
And I kept in the moisture left
Penitrating loud conscience

Like the time my brother couldn't breathe
During his back sugery for 2 hrs
When docters placed his spine
With a rod in hopes to straighten his back to keep him from leaning sideways but his fix didn't stop there
In telescopes he is reaching perpendicular up north so the dreams of angels swoon amongst his sight
Condescending, patronizing what may come of the future
Tomorrow is a riddle that seeps the curiosity of what will be
And my love and patience for him to overcome pain stand strong

But I can't stop smoking...

Like the time I thought I was going out of my mind wondering why this cute kid wouldn't like me in class
Never guessing the young seed I was stuck in a crusifix shame
Like I needed his amo to pierce me Shooting ahead of time to tell me I will never be that girl when I grow up to fall in hell
I got what I asked for
in back seats of ***** power and  authority misty incubus
I was plunged into regret

To think that when I was told so many times at home to stop eating because no guy will ever choose me
And I'm hanging by desolation
With not the need, but the wants

I won't stop smoking the ******* effect feeling it asleep or awake
Beating pass the bruises on my chest because the S was a snake that swamped my entire confidence and bone
Hurting each time the main man of the house corrected me for each inch of my flaws

I can't stop smoking... Pondering on forgiveness

Confused and anxious like a dog on his/her down days tucking their tail in the corner waiting to be loved the right way
But I wait for the madness to give me a break and I'm begging for time to wait but the tides bash the stupidity upon my face when I kept pushing to betray my identity to embrase true colors
But my color is one.. tranaslucent
Justified and run through
By-passed and neglected all for me to devour and gag

I am still smoking... not breathing
Locking in chaotic hypnosis
Dodging the scent of excellence
Keeping pain alive as a way to get by and I envy it like Oxy
Holding me down bedding in gravity
But for now, fear is testing me but she is glass and I am the brick
Letting it know I am up and I am about to happen
In the words of Dr. Mya Angelou

"YOU MAY ENCOUNTER MANY DEFEATS, BUT YOU MUST NOT BE DEFEATED"

No challenge is well excessive
So the next time the ones who doubted me
The next time you see me breathing
It will be for life.

© 2015 S.T. Rebel of Eden
Matthew A Sera Apr 2012
Those that look hard and right
will see how brilliant truth
exists with void-like immorality


They may run on dreamy eyes, (that's their gas)
but not over priced.
                                                                                                                                                    hety mya thcou tasbtarc
knowledge.

But Eight seconds won't suffice. Not knowledge.
Brilliance requires meditation.
Scott Mar 2015
Mya is a dingus
Jeff wants his ******* answers
It's snowing on Mt. Fuji
Rachel Cloud Mar 2014
Oh
These tears I dearly cry
A bit of my soul flows away with them

Oh
Take me  with them
Lead me away from the sorrow
To the new
Lead  me to where
the flowers grow
Lead me to where the light
Shines

However deep the anchor goes
I do tread
My hands are tied and pull me
Down
How the pressure grabs my chest
Let's watch the bubbles rise

Oh
The surface of the waters glisten
And lightly shows the sun
I would love to
Float
Up
There

Oh me?
Oh my,
Oh no
Not me
I will not float
I am a rock
I will see the bottom
Long before I rise

The cold
The dark
It is my home
I'll breathe in the water
To let me drown
I will close my eyes


And be with
The flower



~ Mya
A friend of mine wanted this out there. She gets all the credit for the words. I just typed it out.

She has an account now - http://hellopoetry.com/Mya13/
Louise Jan 2016
It's a place not many like to visit because of the feeling it gives. The feeling I so often learn to forget, until I am face to face with the tomb of the one I miss the most. The sky appears to be dark; even when the sun is shining and the birds are chirping, I only feel the darkness that lingers around me. I walk down several paths with suspense of what is going to strike my mind when I am reminded of the absence of him. I hear the cars passing by, but my thoughts are much louder than the noise of the cars, the birds, or the sound of the leaves crumbling beneath me as I lay beside him. But he is much farther down. He is 6 feet under, yet I can still hear the sound of his voice on my 9th birthday replaying over and over inside my head saying, "Mya happy birthday baby, I love you very much." As I stare at the steelers sign that is carved into the stone beside me, I closely hold onto the necklace he gave to me as the tears start to fall down my face and onto the nearly cut grass. The grass reeks of the Earth being alive, healthy, and well- unlike the curse of cancer that left my father weak.  My mouth goes dry, but I can almost taste the air that leaves me with a lump in my throat. It taste like sadness, but the feeling is much more power when the thought of those around me try comforting me, that is until I realize that I am alone. I can smell the flowers that lay all around, and for a few seconds I remember the rose bush that sat right in front of his front porch. The same front porch I left a bright red nail polish stain on, and in that moment I can smell it and hear his voice yelling, but it only becomes comforting. Everything hits me at once as I try chocking out some words, and I speak of my life and how deeply I wish he were here. As I slowly walk away from the tomb he was buried under almost 7 years ago, I whisper one last thing. "I love you to the stars and back, but I think I miss you more."
yeah I ****** kiesha cole
that's why she said "I shouldnt let yo go"
but I had to flow
to the next ***** hole
Monica didn't "wanna be alone"
so i let her play with my bone
and I can't forget Ashanti
I was "foolish" but then I got "mesmorize "
by her pretty eyes thick thighs
got **** got my **** in a rise
n don't let me see Sade
cuz I'll "cherish the day"
in the same way I'll lay
my pipe in any bad chick
next on my list we gotta Meagan Good
yeah I'll **** her "waist deep"
she'll call me Tyrese
make her a "nasty girl" like vanity
yo im reaching for some sanity but the man in me
ain't done huh
I'll **** Remy Ma just for fun huh
what about Mariah Carey
hit the ***** from the rear
it's hairy, Truman never been a. ***** man
but I'll only gut **** Iggy in her **** dumb ****
even though you ain't black
give her that real BBC
down with OPP see me
running through these "freaks a leeks"
like petey pablo swift flow
back to the **** though
I got dibs on angelina jolies mouth whoaa
**** it good girl don't waste my nut
I got SWV to share it with
and watch the "rain"
fall on thee like im peein'
***** see the little demons
tap dancing I'm Just reminscing and scheming
but things ain't what it seems
yo im just in a dreams hmmmm

Yosef Amaryahu
I got a call me from tweet
she left a message after the beep
on the celluar she
"oops my bad"cuz I had
her fiendin' for the **** cuz I'm slick like Rick please girlies
calm down there's plenty of **** to go around
next I hear a doorbell sound
it's my baby girl mc lyte I made her "cha cha cha"
cuz I put hits on her like Chaka
made her feel good like "Hollywood" then out the door and on my way
I ran into Roxanne Shante
**** she drop the bomb on me
she told me
she was the "real Roxanne"
And said nobody
could **** better than me
I said really? politely I just be me chillin' smokin' Phillies
like playas do Missy Elliot ain't been the same since
I hit her with "the rain" bedsheet stains of her ***** drains
and traces of *******
yeah I'll admit I was a little insane
but not as insane as Lil' Kim
she looked at me grim
told me she got a" crush on me"
and go above the rim
I ain't leon ***** I'm the don
make like flex and I got one on one with these hoes smokin' octimos
one more to go
and last on my list
I got this chick name Mya
"Ghetto superstar"
***** fire heated her like a dryer made her retire
from the bedroom cuz I drilled her thrills sent her
body chills now she
rubbin' my chest beggin' I was ill
sick with it but
I'm just coachin" my teams
chasin' my dreams huh
Paul Hardwick Aug 2014
Mya
Joanne
Patricia
Cindy Lou
Please tell me do
What is the colour of     L  O  V  E?
Surreal Poem No 188         P@ul
answers on an e-mail only please.
Sam Temple Jun 2015
pain takes hold again
and I sit disturbed
not understanding why
I feel like such **** –
looking at 40 years
of systematic body abuse
from the hardest drugs
to the worst foods
lack of regular exercise
mingled with attitude –
irritated joints combine
with a furrowed brow
and crooked teeth
to create an image
of despair and anguish
as I attempt again
to rebuild this mess
into a prize of humanity –
silver whiskers and a stigmatism
misshapen nostril
and a **** chin
look back from the
cracked mirror
I am inferior –
beating myself up
over a belly devoid of beer
and the ever thinning
and receding hairline
I no longer feed my ego
as it sits starving
and neglected
rejected by the woes of aging –
enraged and feeling caged
I desire to fly free with Mya
but death is no repose
only an entry into the next phase
is existence really worth the trouble –
lamenting has taken its toll
and feeling like a whiney *****
I make the quick decision
to stop this nonsense --
Mya Beattie Jan 2018
I hate it when I dream of you
I hate it when I care
I hate it when you touch  me
And
when you play with my hair

I hate that I can’t forget you
Or when I can’t sleep
Because then I’m trapped with the thoughts of what we could be

I hate it when you text me like everything’s ok
I hate it when I reply
Even if it’s just a simple “hey”

I hate that you got me hooked
and then went away

I hate that I can’t erase when we met
If only I could skip that stupid day

I hate that I can’t hate you
No matter what I say
No matter how I depict you
You’ll always be so great

You’ll always make me smile
Even after you make me cry
You’ll always be my knight
Even if there’s no trouble by

But I’ll never be your princess
And I guess that’s just life

So I’ll keep telling myself I hate you
And hope that I’ll be alright


_mya 1/18/18__
Inspired by ‘10 Things I hate about you’
Michael John May 2020
may day
yay mad
(ay ay dm..)

mad yay!?
may day
ya ya md-

dam!ayya!!
yam yad....
yad yam...

dya mya
ma da yy..
day may

d a y m a y
d a y m a y
d a y m a y..

— The End —