"reneging" poems
Ray Lewis, your spokesman
is ripped and he's lean.
He's built like Adonis
and, by rep, very mean.
If I use "old Spice" body wash
as per his advice.
The ladies will swoon
as I'll smell so **** nice.
I'm short fat and Jewish-
a Nebbish at heart.
In intimate settings
I'm quite prone to ****
So I bought "Old Spice" body wash
and lathered it on.
Then I entered the bedroom
and said "Babe, bring it on!"
Olive, my lover of many a year
was less than impressed
when I deigned to appear.
A giggle, a chuckle and then a guffaw
My confidence sagged
like my double chinned jaw.
"Darling, it may be you smell like Ray Lewis
but when my eyes open
You're short fat and Jewish."
The ad was misleading
and I feel like a fool
Not a mensch, more a reject
from a shallow gene pool.
Bad enough that the store
on my refund is reneging.
foreplay now requires
two hours of begging.
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 9:20 PM UTC
Her shallow waters, I dove in
head first trynna be someone
I shouldn't sin
suicide
if she wanted I would jump again; terrorist all she needed was a turban with a Taliban as a wristband
chants written on her body they were lyrics then
tattooed, and I was thinking more like angel wings instead she brought a dress from the devil on the ****** sands
tainted, glasses even tinted, everything Instragram everything vintage, everything is everything to her im just a witness; a blast from the past, a mistress of a mistress Killed it.
matter fact **** me this not what I wanted and I not who I should be; you say the sky's the limit but my limit is a frisbee my sky is a ceiling of a feeling of what could be
I don't think I want you any more!
MTA
stand clear closing doors
gasoline
burning bridges to the floor abandon ship ***** you don't wanna fall alone
but it seems im stuck in Davie Jones and swimming in her waters is the only way to roam,
grown
daughter of the music angel so; burn
Sean is the only way to go; swerve
I had get up outta there but no one elses water taste like Everclear and no one elses water I could jump in bare
matter fact there was never water there i could jump in raw, the rain coat was never there
Hold up, but what was I thinking
I knew her whole song she never had to sing it
I knew that it was wrong, I couldn't stop reneging
***** after ***** after *****
cut after cut with a blade
clubs I would cut cause of shame
I knew her whole hand so who is up for blame,
Or is this just a phase but maybe I was wrong, to think theres something better and maybe Im alone in thinking that there was palm trees and maybe nicer weather after I was giving up but I cant forget her.
so I
jumped in again, head first
she was wet all clear, slick roads
traveling full speed on her **** curves words slurred vision about to go
I'm bout to give it all up to this girl
my mans like I don't really think you know
cause once you go in raw you already sold your soul
and once you eat her fruit she already took your clothes.
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 11:00 AM UTC
Drama queen dreams
have been restructured
by good therapy
which has exposed
how close I was
to practicing popping.
Stabilizers expected
to shorten the time
between hurt and healing.
She said a week
or 2 is enough
time to try again.
Scared straight sane
by the threat
of a prescription
and the visual
of the structure
of my categories.
Troubled by realizations
of not loving them all
as much as some others.
I say "I Love You"
more to them
than some family
hear it from me.
Loved, they should Be.
Revision in progess.
It is my work
since it takes much
longer to sink in.
Real love is constant.
I've experienced pain
then emotionally reneged
when a higher love
was due and within
my giving power.
Make a decision,
she said. I am
reading the lines
instead of marking
my dreams between them.
I flip closing pages
while a tilted can
revives a life, once,
wilted in my hands.
Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 3:59 PM UTC
She always made so many promises
that she never intended to keep.
Lies spewed from her mouth day and night.
Her lies only begat more lies.
There was never any peace from the untruths she told.
Promise coming from her was a death sentence
to any plans you could possibly have.
All we wanted was to have a little fun,
but she ruined any hope any of us had at a normal life.
Hanging all our hope on a promise made in the forgiving darkness of night,
we just wanted her to follow through once.
Promises made in the quiet of night were always
broken in the harsh light of day.
And how harsh these broken promises were, too.
The unkept plans and dashed hopes feel more like
broken bones and bruised skin than simply reneging on a half-formed promises.
And we never called her out on it.
We merely let her continue on using our egos and morals as her own personal punching bag.
It’s not surprising then,
that she never stopped lying.
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 1:14 AM UTC
I easily confuse your ****** shrapnel with beauty.
When hearing the symmetry in the voice of gods.
That sweet balance of indirect proportionality.
Like sloshing foam trapped in an equilateral cradle.
Your lies always calming me into the ease of this chaos.
All these nights spent in this parking lot.
(You’d don’t know: I’ve been here before)
But now having tasted it, I can’t comprehend how to push back the veil.
And finally getting what I asked for, I can’t take the weight.
This reality sends me begging.
Cowaring in the corner.
Choking on all the variables.
Reneging for my well-worn cross.
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 10:49 AM UTC
To select and understanding friends, with love and empathy.
The Thinning Skin Or, I Never Stopped To Think
I never stopped to think,
The skin gets thin.
Then looking down, I saw my leg,
And there it was: the winter
Of my life in action: reneging,
Processing past youth - and losing.
Not amusing!
Definitely not!
Fragility, a new reality;
Oils, creams and salves to save
A youth no longer tangible.
Every syllable wail of decline.
Not fine,
Definitively not, not fine!
And yet, I saw the possi-probablity
That by design God is benign,
And if the wine goes sour
Some divine sweet guarantee
Will make it fine -
Despite the programmed skin of youth’s denial.
The Thinning Skin Or, I Never Stopped To Think; 2.5.2018 Circling Round Aging; Circling Round Wrinkles; Birth, Death & In Between III;
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 2:55 PM UTC