"rutt" poems
You know I could never not love you
Though it may not always seem that way
A lot of it has to do with the hurtful things we say
We do not always agree, many times our heads will ****
Because we are so much alike, our relationship gets in a rutt.
I know I am right but you think that you are too.
Someone has to be wrong, usually that someone is you...
I have my opinion and my opinion I will voice.
I always tell you like it is, rather or not you listen is your choice
You know I could never not love you - though I may not love the things you do--
Like piercing your tongue, like getting a tattoo
I know it is your body- a body now fully grown.
Your going to do the things you want and do them on your own.
Even if my heart breaks or I cry to myself inside,
Or if I just walk away; mainly because of my pride...
I DO respect who you are, the person you have become
I only hope you remember my words, not all but maybe some.
Honesty,..you always got from me, maybe not the words you wanted to hear.
If you asked me a question, my answers I gave back to you were always sincere.
I know we've had many issues and together this caused us to fight
Each needed to have the last word
Each needed to prove we were right
Both of us are too much alike
Both act differently, yet we are the same
We share the blood that runs through our veins, our love and our last name.
We've share many things throughout the years...
Hopes and dreams among the things- our wour wants, needs and fears.
We've had so many good times and those times out way the bad
We've had a bond that was just between us; a daughter and her dad
I hope some family values were somehow in steeled in you-
The love, trust and togetherness, be sure GOD is in there too
Honesty, loyalty, understanding
Patience, kindness, not demanding
Sometimes you take, sometimes you give...
Find true happiness- you'll find how to live
I'll always be here for you, when your happy when your sad
If you just need to talk, you can always call your dad
I miss my baby girl.. more now that your miles away
I miss just seeing you and hugging you everyday
Even though your not close to home, your close in our hearts
We are always thinking of you......
You'll always be my little girl and I need for you to know
I could NEVER EVER not love you.
By Sheila King
7/7/17
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 10:16 AM UTC
RECORD: STARVE THE EGO, FEED THE SOUL
FROGMAN: b-e-a-GLITCH-ed- MO-B-i-US
Johnny's and Suzy's: Clearheaded,
enough to re-member throwse
Two roads divergent in a desert, and I—
I took the one most pondered by,
And that has made no din-fearence.
-- Robert Frost, Frogman
It's a regret-fully re-membered-trance.
And yet it teaches one that there is
Dare, or dare not.
There is no try.
-- Yoda, Frogman
"Sticking fteathers up your rutt does not get you a kick'n!"
-- Tyler Durden, Greedy Scorpion
[ . . I hear.
I see.
I dare.
I learn . .
Johnny's: Now, Dare
STOP: LOOSE THOUGHT
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 2:00 PM UTC
i'm tired of this town
bored and down
the big city's over there
why can't we live there?
i'm sick of the bus
same people
same rutt
sameness *****
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 2:14 PM UTC
In your eyes i see life
One that I want for myself
Your internal light shines bright
While my soul screams for help
I wish to share a life of pure love and happiness
Yet I give off confusion and crabbiness
I pray for the day this rutt will be over
Or at least the pace of pain could move a bit slower
My smile will soon be pasted across my face
Even wider on the day my face is covered with lace
I pray that the time I stretch out my hand
For an intimate ceremony in a far away land
My mind will be right
And my heart would be still
Because you still stop it
An involuntary ****
I may not see clear
But i know this is right
I'm trying to fight my fear
And live for tonight
There are things in the world that are out of my hands
But we can achieve our
objectives/goals/or plans
It's gonna be you and I till the end
I just need to figure out how to begin
To start with a new and improved me
To show off the person I should be
No more sad, somber, and excusable me
It's time for real business
It's time to be the best I can be
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 11:24 AM UTC
I am stuck
in a rutt
the identity
which no longer feels like me.
She doesn’t clean
is hardly ever seen
making a healthy choice,
so when she does they rejoice
clap and cheer
supposedly sincere.
She knows they care,
but it’s because of that she doesn’t dare
change her ways
in all of her days.
so here she sits
digging herself a deeper pit,
of low expectation
low appreciation
no admiration
just pure desperation,
to get out
so she can shout
‘I’m free
and there’s no one here to see!’
A place of her own,
a carefully curated home
where there is every chance
of a little spontaneous dance,
or kitchen karaoke
okidokiartichokie.
Anything goes
an endless prose
of dreams,
finally redeemed.
Tidy places
and new friendly faces
which have no clue
'cos they’re new
and there’s no one here to skew,
the way in which they view
the life she created
and now holds sacred.
The food she eats,
the place she choses to sleep.
She is kind
and likes to find
hidden spots to go
and let the ink flow.
And she can share
her work with care
because she doesn’t have to care
who is going to care.
If they think
she is starting to sink,
or not doing enough
behind the endless bluff
then go
you're not someone she has to know.
Nobody new
will turn her blue.
That doesn't mean the people she knew
turned her blue.
She put herself in that box,
but then forgot
how she got in,
as under her grin
she started to grow.
Beyond what she could show.
So go,
somewhere unknown.
Be new and sparkly,
find someone to kindly
sparkle with you,
and never allow the gloom
anywhere near
wherever you steer
together.
Find a new forever
that is not set in stone
and will allow us to grow.
Never get stuck
in a rutt,
the identity
is now forever free
Dec 21, 2024
Dec 21, 2024 at 3:50 PM UTC