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"ultimatums" poems
Red flags in the beginning are easy to turn into little sticky notes, notes for later that sometimes lose their adhesive and fall to the ground much like my current tolerance for ****** dudes The first known use for red flags was by the military to indicate they’re ready for battle, unfortunately I’ve seen enough red flags to start the next world war I should’ve known When I came back from Arizona and he said “you must’ve cheated on me because your ****** feels different” Not because he’s insecure or because he doesn’t know trust or because he’s trying to assert control I should’ve known When he asked if I “had a problem getting wet because it seemed like that was a thing” Not because he doesn’t know foreplay (side note: **** doesn’t teach you foreplay) or because he doesn’t actually turn me on or because fun fact!- women can be turned on and not be wet I should’ve known When he said “if you shaved, then I’d go down on you 24/7” Not because he was scared that choking on my ***** hair reminded him he’s with a real woman that grows hair and humans inside her and ideas and opinions and strength and my body is not yours to give me ultimatums of I should’ve known When I asked if figuring out my pleasure was a burden and he answered “actually, yes it is” Not because he’s too lazy to actually want to pleasure anyone but himself or because his only ****** education ended with a .com or because no one has ever expected more of him I should’ve known when he said “What I want out of a ****** partner is someone that wants me inside of them as soon as possible” Not “inside my soul” or “inside my thoughts” or “inside my memories” or “inside an intimacy he will never know” I should’ve known when he said “Let me show you how Rachel did it” Not “this is how I like it” or “can we try this?” or “opening your ******* mind to how another human being moves around you” I should’ve known when He spit on my ****** the universal sign for disrespect Like I deserve the same fate as tobacco swollen cheeks Like my ****** is your spittoon, am I the end of a tobacco session or a fancy wine tasting? these things matter Now I find it symbolic men are taught to spit while women are taught to swallow Swallow our reactions Swallow our feelings Swallow our voices Swallow his releases Swallow his spit Swallow us whole When you see a red flag do not ignore that it means battle This battle is not a healthy one, this battle will leave you bruised Uproot this flag and take it with you to remind yourself You can lose every battle and still win the war 11/28/2016 Amanda Powell
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Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 8:59 PM UTC
Red Flags
Red flags in the beginning are easy to turn into little sticky notes, notes for later that sometimes lose their adhesive and fall to the ground much like my current tolerance for ****** dudes The first known use for red flags was by the military to indicate they’re ready for battle, unfortunately I’ve seen enough red flags to start the next world war I should’ve known When I came back from Arizona and he said “you must’ve cheated on me because your ****** feels different” Not because he’s insecure or because he doesn’t know trust or because he’s trying to assert control I should’ve known When he asked if I “had a problem getting wet because it seemed like that was a thing” Not because he doesn’t know foreplay (side note: **** doesn’t teach you foreplay) or because he doesn’t actually turn me on or because fun fact!- women can be turned on and not be wet I should’ve known When he said “if you shaved, then I’d go down on you 24/7” Not because he was scared that choking on my ***** hair reminded him he’s with a real woman that grows hair and humans inside her and ideas and opinions and strength and my body is not yours to give me ultimatums of I should’ve known When I asked if figuring out my pleasure was a burden and he answered “actually, yes it is” Not because he’s too lazy to actually want to pleasure anyone but himself or because his only ****** education ended with a .com or because no one has ever expected more of him I should’ve known when he said “What I want out of a ****** partner is someone that wants me inside of them as soon as possible” Not “inside my soul” or “inside my thoughts” or “inside my memories” or “inside an intimacy he will never know” I should’ve known when he said “Let me show you how Rachel did it” Not “this is how I like it” or “can we try this?” or “opening your ******* mind to how another human being moves around you” I should’ve known when He spit on my ****** the universal sign for disrespect Like I deserve the same fate as tobacco swollen cheeks Like my ****** is your spittoon, am I the end of a tobacco session or a fancy wine tasting? these things matter Now I find it symbolic men are taught to spit while women are taught to swallow Swallow our reactions Swallow our feelings Swallow our voices Swallow his releases Swallow his spit Swallow us whole When you see a red flag do not ignore that it means battle This battle is not a healthy one, this battle will leave you bruised Uproot this flag and take it with you to remind yourself You can lose every battle and still win the war 11/28/2016 Amanda Powell
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Personal REPOST - Not a poem. ~~~~~~~~~ My guardian Archangel is Ariel known as the Goddess of nature like I am Ariel Archangel heals the planet animals responsible for natural elements Earth, wind, water, and fire. Ariel's role as an archangel relates to inspiration. Aries people treat breaking up like a sport, and they do not want to lose. Aries would rather dump than be dumped, and so if tension has been building, they're likely to be the ones to initiate the split. Since Arians want to move on faster than their exes, they're often the first to rebound, but they're rarely malicious and will self defend as last resort! Aries-born people are favorited for theirfierce and independent approach to life being attracted to their uninhibitedness and a wild personality. Aries-born people are attracted to the quirkiness and weirdness of Aquarians and both get along like a house on fire! Unlike any other zodiac sign, Aries is more hung up on the memories they created with the ex-partners than their exes themselves they avoid competition For Arians, it's not at all about getting back together, but it is all about the nostalgia that ~hits them hard.~ Aries cannot stand people who try to set the tone in their life! Aries hate ~intrusiveness.~ Do not push Aries or give them ultimatums-they alone will decide when to call and see you! Aries are quite confident energetic and a bit of a daredevil it's no surprise that their biggest fear is the fear of going unnoticed or being forgotten. Aries poeople, Arians, want to make a mark on the world, and they like to have many accomplishments achievements under their belt. ~~~~~ When an Aries is hurt, they will let you know with their blunt and impulsive actions. Aries' element is fire making them naturally very passionate, inclined towards exploration, and a little bit scary ~when set off.~ Don't tell an Aries a greater lover roams your head spinning your inner thighs Your Aries will become a puff of smoke and be GONE Aries born women are fire and ice cold and hot symultaneously in your arms If you are ever kissed by an Aries you are truly loved cherished and adored but only if, if, you reciprocate fully ~~~~~~~~~ Defined by: Karijinbba
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Jul 4, 2021
Jul 4, 2021 at 8:02 PM UTC
April Aries Me
Personal REPOST - Not a poem. ~~~~~~~~~ My guardian Archangel is Ariel known as the Goddess of nature like I am Ariel Archangel heals the planet animals responsible for natural elements Earth, wind, water, and fire. Ariel's role as an archangel relates to inspiration. Aries people treat breaking up like a sport, and they do not want to lose. Aries would rather dump than be dumped, and so if tension has been building, they're likely to be the ones to initiate the split. Since Arians want to move on faster than their exes, they're often the first to rebound, but they're rarely malicious and will self defend as last resort! Aries-born people are favorited for theirfierce and independent approach to life being attracted to their uninhibitedness and a wild personality. Aries-born people are attracted to the quirkiness and weirdness of Aquarians and both get along like a house on fire! Unlike any other zodiac sign, Aries is more hung up on the memories they created with the ex-partners than their exes themselves they avoid competition For Arians, it's not at all about getting back together, but it is all about the nostalgia that ~hits them hard.~ Aries cannot stand people who try to set the tone in their life! Aries hate ~intrusiveness.~ Do not push Aries or give them ultimatums-they alone will decide when to call and see you! Aries are quite confident energetic and a bit of a daredevil it's no surprise that their biggest fear is the fear of going unnoticed or being forgotten. Aries poeople, Arians, want to make a mark on the world, and they like to have many accomplishments achievements under their belt. ~~~~~ When an Aries is hurt, they will let you know with their blunt and impulsive actions. Aries' element is fire making them naturally very passionate, inclined towards exploration, and a little bit scary ~when set off.~ Don't tell an Aries a greater lover roams your head spinning your inner thighs Your Aries will become a puff of smoke and be GONE Aries born women are fire and ice cold and hot symultaneously in your arms If you are ever kissed by an Aries you are truly loved cherished and adored but only if, if, you reciprocate fully ~~~~~~~~~ Defined by: Karijinbba
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[Sidra of the Stars] a goddess has awakened eyes slowly open penetrating... light reflects off the irises (recessive blue alleles on chromosome 15) my name is Sidra and I will not be diverted. - I stand under sol I stand under the earth's satellite I stand in the vale. - look upon my feet the fine lines of support and strength of design golden light showers my long legs strong and graceful gaze upon my curves... silky ample hypnotic look at my golden arms that comfort babes dig into the earth and create abstractions hands and fingers of elegance given to me by my grandmother nails to claw and hands to hold look at my long neck draped in silver metal and black glass falling between my ******* hips compliment the curve of my spine and the upward tilt of my chin my hair is a golden light shining over hoops of silver and diamond studs crystal pierces my nose lips soft and full eyes lined in black, never faltering - this goddess is aware conscious enlightened eager. - I will not abide silence undeserved because you lack the courage to face me. I will not abide deception manipulation or syrupy black selfishness. I will not abide injustice mockery or ultimatums. I will not abide misrepresentation vagueness or weakness. - I am Sidra of the stars of the sky of the night - I move swiftly in the night eyes bright a creator a lover a muse thoughts align images swirl pen to paper my body moves sensuous and confident music booms lips curve upwards - the day descends with distractions pulling awareness into waves of concentration tiny fragments of thoughts and ideas begin to build for later contemplation - I know the minds of men. I will not be diverted. My power has been revealed. I will protect the unprotected **And I will stand Made of stars And unleash Hell.** - I will reign terror on your ego and bring the sword down on your garishness. Naked and ******** on my warhorse I will strike you down with silver spear and you will pay for your misdeeds. In all my thundering beauty with nothing but logic and art I will slam you to the wall and declare you a fool. - I am Sidra of the Stars I stand in the vale I will not be diverted.
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Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 1:07 AM UTC
I Will Not Abide
[Sidra of the Stars] a goddess has awakened eyes slowly open penetrating... light reflects off the irises (recessive blue alleles on chromosome 15) my name is Sidra and I will not be diverted. - I stand under sol I stand under the earth's satellite I stand in the vale. - look upon my feet the fine lines of support and strength of design golden light showers my long legs strong and graceful gaze upon my curves... silky ample hypnotic look at my golden arms that comfort babes dig into the earth and create abstractions hands and fingers of elegance given to me by my grandmother nails to claw and hands to hold look at my long neck draped in silver metal and black glass falling between my ******* hips compliment the curve of my spine and the upward tilt of my chin my hair is a golden light shining over hoops of silver and diamond studs crystal pierces my nose lips soft and full eyes lined in black, never faltering - this goddess is aware conscious enlightened eager. - I will not abide silence undeserved because you lack the courage to face me. I will not abide deception manipulation or syrupy black selfishness. I will not abide injustice mockery or ultimatums. I will not abide misrepresentation vagueness or weakness. - I am Sidra of the stars of the sky of the night - I move swiftly in the night eyes bright a creator a lover a muse thoughts align images swirl pen to paper my body moves sensuous and confident music booms lips curve upwards - the day descends with distractions pulling awareness into waves of concentration tiny fragments of thoughts and ideas begin to build for later contemplation - I know the minds of men. I will not be diverted. My power has been revealed. I will protect the unprotected **And I will stand Made of stars And unleash Hell.** - I will reign terror on your ego and bring the sword down on your garishness. Naked and ******** on my warhorse I will strike you down with silver spear and you will pay for your misdeeds. In all my thundering beauty with nothing but logic and art I will slam you to the wall and declare you a fool. - I am Sidra of the Stars I stand in the vale I will not be diverted.
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if i sit on the fourth step of our staircase, i can look through the window and watch the street outside. this waiting game has always frustrated me; my knees buckle underneath me every time someone walks past our rust-encrusted gate. i can feel the anticipation weighing heavy on my chest with every glimpse of a shoe or a shirt only to have my nerves unravel once i realize they look absolutely nothing like you; every stranger that walks by is just another soul that wasn't yours. i use numbers as my ultimatums. this is the third person who has walked by that isn't you; two more, and i swear, i'll go back to my room and write and chat with other people and watch youtube videos and try not to think of you even though my fingers are itching to pull at my door **** (just one more look). i count ten vehicles that pass before stalking back in to my room, only to peek out of my door to check the streets again minutes later; every jeepney that doesn't stop is just another car that you weren't in. i welcome distractions that send me moving around the house. to wash the dishes, get my dad snacks, fake going to the bathroom, check on my brother, nibble on some leftovers in the refrigerator. as long as i have my little disturbances i feel like time's moving faster, but then i find myself pausing by my front door and wondering when you might come knocking or if you'll even come knocking at all; every minute that you're not here is just another sixty seconds to spend thinking of you.
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May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 2:08 AM UTC
the thing about anticipation
if i sit on the fourth step of our staircase, i can look through the window and watch the street outside. this waiting game has always frustrated me; my knees buckle underneath me every time someone walks past our rust-encrusted gate. i can feel the anticipation weighing heavy on my chest with every glimpse of a shoe or a shirt only to have my nerves unravel once i realize they look absolutely nothing like you; every stranger that walks by is just another soul that wasn't yours. i use numbers as my ultimatums. this is the third person who has walked by that isn't you; two more, and i swear, i'll go back to my room and write and chat with other people and watch youtube videos and try not to think of you even though my fingers are itching to pull at my door **** (just one more look). i count ten vehicles that pass before stalking back in to my room, only to peek out of my door to check the streets again minutes later; every jeepney that doesn't stop is just another car that you weren't in. i welcome distractions that send me moving around the house. to wash the dishes, get my dad snacks, fake going to the bathroom, check on my brother, nibble on some leftovers in the refrigerator. as long as i have my little disturbances i feel like time's moving faster, but then i find myself pausing by my front door and wondering when you might come knocking or if you'll even come knocking at all; every minute that you're not here is just another sixty seconds to spend thinking of you.
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I could have come Goose stepping through that door on eggshells With an anchor in the old ways, and the wind of change in my sails. the crux is; decide what you want foul demon, I can shield you from the fire or burn bright to show you the way, but I will never burn out and I will never blow away. So go snare some other paradox boxer or lay in the brier patch of tangle choice you once forced into my sides. I do not permit you to handcuff your heart to my wrists, and the baggage? Can stay at indoors. The persistent demand of my presence pushes me into the love affair with the lies I tell myself that make you bearable. I make no apologies for my vacant smile, you bought my body not my soul. And the clocks and deadlines made me to fix a do not disturb sign on my mind. With the ultimatums delivered to me ear-trumpeting the feelings that already echo in my diminishing proud walk, The spine slump didn't take long to take hold. These are not poses. This is who I am, or at least who I used to be, Or at least who I should have been, But for the game of Chinese whispers Played with champions of the rumour mill and the ghosts they've created. Removed from the hiding places are the scars and the tumours, I've been curing them in the sun. If you came to me looking for a hero stance and a place to live at the foot of a mountain called meekness, then I will let you down. I was bowled over by the crud slides long ago, And now like all great insects, I've wriggled free of the muck, Striving out from under more like Frankenstein's Monster thriving in the thunder. And making an exit, whether you like it or not.
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Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 4:58 PM UTC
Heroes and Villains.
I could have come Goose stepping through that door on eggshells With an anchor in the old ways, and the wind of change in my sails. the crux is; decide what you want foul demon, I can shield you from the fire or burn bright to show you the way, but I will never burn out and I will never blow away. So go snare some other paradox boxer or lay in the brier patch of tangle choice you once forced into my sides. I do not permit you to handcuff your heart to my wrists, and the baggage? Can stay at indoors. The persistent demand of my presence pushes me into the love affair with the lies I tell myself that make you bearable. I make no apologies for my vacant smile, you bought my body not my soul. And the clocks and deadlines made me to fix a do not disturb sign on my mind. With the ultimatums delivered to me ear-trumpeting the feelings that already echo in my diminishing proud walk, The spine slump didn't take long to take hold. These are not poses. This is who I am, or at least who I used to be, Or at least who I should have been, But for the game of Chinese whispers Played with champions of the rumour mill and the ghosts they've created. Removed from the hiding places are the scars and the tumours, I've been curing them in the sun. If you came to me looking for a hero stance and a place to live at the foot of a mountain called meekness, then I will let you down. I was bowled over by the crud slides long ago, And now like all great insects, I've wriggled free of the muck, Striving out from under more like Frankenstein's Monster thriving in the thunder. And making an exit, whether you like it or not.
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All I ask is an antidote allowing all adults around the atmospher an appointment about arguing. Because brother basic bodies are bound to believe bragging & bribing basically being broad brings about the best. But be Cautious, cause carpets can't carry couches alone, concrete creeps. Causing careless catholic christians to create children. Don't **** the deranged, dedicate the distaste to the drugs. drinking, and dumb deeds that did it. Even Eminem explains enternal emotions excellently. For fear feeds frusttration, though frustration can find fun in fornitcation. Foul. Focus on friends and family. Getting grouchy gonorrhea grants graves too gorgeous gilrs. Game over. However, having ****** hardly helps handsome happy hands. Indicating interesting intakes, involving inception in indecive individuals. Just joking, jealousy just justifies Jose Cuervo. Kinddling kindness kidnaps king kong's kingdom. Learn like lovers, loathing little, liking largely, letting laughs live loudly. Maning mold mountains out of mud, make missery monogamous with merry. Never neglect the notion of nice. Optimism overcomes others opinions. Personally, persisting perfection probably puts pessimistic patterns in people's personalities. Quietly questioning their quality. Rest assured reading random reactions really is redundant. Searching someones soul secretely sends self salvation. Take turns, tell truths, talk, these things take time, they are talents to be treasured. Understanding ultimatums unlocks unlimited unison.
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May 5, 2011
May 5, 2011 at 1:50 AM UTC
Relationship ABC's
All I ask is an antidote allowing all adults around the atmospher an appointment about arguing. Because brother basic bodies are bound to believe bragging & bribing basically being broad brings about the best. But be Cautious, cause carpets can't carry couches alone, concrete creeps. Causing careless catholic christians to create children. Don't **** the deranged, dedicate the distaste to the drugs. drinking, and dumb deeds that did it. Even Eminem explains enternal emotions excellently. For fear feeds frusttration, though frustration can find fun in fornitcation. Foul. Focus on friends and family. Getting grouchy gonorrhea grants graves too gorgeous gilrs. Game over. However, having ****** hardly helps handsome happy hands. Indicating interesting intakes, involving inception in indecive individuals. Just joking, jealousy just justifies Jose Cuervo. Kinddling kindness kidnaps king kong's kingdom. Learn like lovers, loathing little, liking largely, letting laughs live loudly. Maning mold mountains out of mud, make missery monogamous with merry. Never neglect the notion of nice. Optimism overcomes others opinions. Personally, persisting perfection probably puts pessimistic patterns in people's personalities. Quietly questioning their quality. Rest assured reading random reactions really is redundant. Searching someones soul secretely sends self salvation. Take turns, tell truths, talk, these things take time, they are talents to be treasured. Understanding ultimatums unlocks unlimited unison.
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Intellectual Insubordinates Infiltrating Independently Isolated Islands... People Positively Promote Popping Pain Pills Do Dummies Distinguish Different Demographic Disorders Crazy Commanders Create Confused Combat Corps Unorthodox Ultimatums Usually Unfold United Unions Things That Typically Transform Taint Temperaments
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Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 5:18 PM UTC
Twisting Thoughts (6x6)
I deal in Ultimatums I am the Scorcher of the Sky By any other name God My Dreams sway the movement of the People Crowned Eternal for all to See In My right hand , the World My left, Reality I conquered the saviors of the People I've fed on the Blood of Sin's Virginity I gave them fire and Greed then showed them how to deconstruct the Seas these Sacrificial heads roll just for me I am the Sultan of the Sand from me Spawned the most decadent brand bombs and ticks, clocks and rickets are merely the Product of my Seed I made the Sun weep blood I made the Stars shine in ecstasy I built upon Avalon I broke the Roman Siege no Empire on this Earth will stand against me creation and destruction is my creed I Am Ego Bow Before Me
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Oct 20, 2010
Oct 20, 2010 at 8:26 PM UTC
Rickets
often misunderstood because I'm running. no more keeping up with myself. fevered flowers: the scent is toxic, moist petals are slowly drying as you stare. love confessions, it's intelligent not to touch those thoughts. my skin screams, resistance is useless when a mind is set. let's enjoy listening to the wind dancing with water. abrasive weather whichever way you stretch. calm bleeding only the eyes are shocked. ultimatums of healthy habits only make the sickness creep harder to keep back from the surface. sharp neglect     there's a lot of goodness here. cornered commitment maybe all these tricks aren't magic. ill tricks in disguise all encountered is an illusion. take time see what pleases and let all else fade or pass through the transparent torture that is easily forgotten. sweet spins strong arms encase a shattered weakness. strong sense for breaking shells built based on fear. some sanity in telling the truth boils into insanity. sane souls just want crushing cement for breakfast. smashed spine twisted into fine petals which cracked. slowly sweetly the wind poured down upon the fire. sweat soured each hand that reached for another. screaming search eye to eye to soul to heart to ache to no. frightened frustrations confusion will keep the puppets hanging in waiting. suspended in space, it's not a race. a test in patience which will soon be aced.
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Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 10:42 AM UTC
illusion vs. illusion
She is "The Monarch" of her own little world Makeup applied and drowning in pearls She walks down the halls of a house long abandoned Regret stays beside her, her only companion Memories play out like an opera before her She went for the gold but ended up poorer One foot is forced in front of the other Each step an echo of lost sisters and brothers To protect what matters a wall must be built Brick upon brick, fear stacked with guilt Exit the house, exit the dream Enter a reality of conflicting schemes Lucky for her she's loaded with downers Schizophrenics grab both above and below counters Trembling fingers clutch at the rim Of a toilet containing this girl's ****** sin She drowns her pain in colors of joy Pinks, yellows, purples, to her mouth they deploy These soldiers are saviors, without them she's dead It's getting more common, the scream in her head She tried to fight back but her will was too frail The going got tough and everyone bailed But what happens to the general that loses an army "Perhaps ask the girl that's apparently self harming For she is a veteran of wars never won Invisible scars from invisible guns" Call for a truce, wave the white flag Nobody sees that the Queen's wearing rags Somebody save her because God is long gone She may not be breathing, flame extinguished come dawn Her enemies draw near, they sense she's grown tired Dragged not just through mud but also through briars She can't ask for help with a lock on her lips Ropes around ankles and chains around wrists In a life filled with ultimatums, lies and distrust Ashes are more than just ashes, dust more than just dust The air becomes pain, each inhale near torture Her Highness doesn't chase the things that can scorch her So back into the dream, back into the house Never the lion but always the mouse Clean up the pearls and apply more concealer Confirm the next order with the local drug dealer A wilted rose with all its petals furled I am "The Monarch," this is my world.
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Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 12:27 AM UTC
Monarch
She is "The Monarch" of her own little world Makeup applied and drowning in pearls She walks down the halls of a house long abandoned Regret stays beside her, her only companion Memories play out like an opera before her She went for the gold but ended up poorer One foot is forced in front of the other Each step an echo of lost sisters and brothers To protect what matters a wall must be built Brick upon brick, fear stacked with guilt Exit the house, exit the dream Enter a reality of conflicting schemes Lucky for her she's loaded with downers Schizophrenics grab both above and below counters Trembling fingers clutch at the rim Of a toilet containing this girl's ****** sin She drowns her pain in colors of joy Pinks, yellows, purples, to her mouth they deploy These soldiers are saviors, without them she's dead It's getting more common, the scream in her head She tried to fight back but her will was too frail The going got tough and everyone bailed But what happens to the general that loses an army "Perhaps ask the girl that's apparently self harming For she is a veteran of wars never won Invisible scars from invisible guns" Call for a truce, wave the white flag Nobody sees that the Queen's wearing rags Somebody save her because God is long gone She may not be breathing, flame extinguished come dawn Her enemies draw near, they sense she's grown tired Dragged not just through mud but also through briars She can't ask for help with a lock on her lips Ropes around ankles and chains around wrists In a life filled with ultimatums, lies and distrust Ashes are more than just ashes, dust more than just dust The air becomes pain, each inhale near torture Her Highness doesn't chase the things that can scorch her So back into the dream, back into the house Never the lion but always the mouse Clean up the pearls and apply more concealer Confirm the next order with the local drug dealer A wilted rose with all its petals furled I am "The Monarch," this is my world.
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I am worth christian childhoods I am worth hesitant hugs I am worth doubtful declarations I am worth useless ultimatums I am worth apathetic altercations I am worth queer questionings I am worth emotional endings I am worth better beginnings I am worth fearful friendliness I am worth gallant generosity I am worth ingenious individuality I am worth jaded jealousy I am worth kind kleptomania I am worth lost love I am worth masochistic musings I am worth sadistic sadness I am worth notorious negativity I am worth obvious obsession I am worth pathetic pain I am worth ******** reactions I am worth tenacious truths I am worth vicious violence I am worth wry withering I am worth youthful yesterdays I am worth zany zoetry I am worth more than I deserve
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Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 8:37 AM UTC
A is For
The ****** of a soul In the form of ultimatums
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Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 2:54 AM UTC
Capitulation
Why do you put up with a social climber With two rungs left Before his feet touch the earth? Is it pity, empathy or indifference? *Choices are often ultimatums; Free will is frequently channelled; Chaos and dominos infiltrate like moles; Serendipity and chance prevail. A few rungs were damaged, And the playing field is never level.* Why do you put up with one so down? Ladders, she says, *extend both ways, The angles depend on aspirations. Going up varies, Coming down, inevitable.* She concludes with: *The law of gravity is grave. That's how.*
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Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 9:27 AM UTC
Ladders
that word "ultimatum" makes me cringe and sends me back a day where you were my number one. the day you broke me for the second time. but i'm over that. the word just brings back bad memories.
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Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 7:43 PM UTC
ultimatums and bad memories
significant other on her journey first of seven in blackout with twenty-one more only she can swim her way out the bottle neck treadn so long but still ended on the bottom would have drown had she not been the drinker cause the bottle is empty if you have not found for it was as empty as her life even though i am beside her she would have drank me too if i had not soured her desire in the midst of these flowers an sweets of love i bow my head alone for a healthy wife to come home hated as i am to have been the one the demands i made ultimatums is really what they were i gladly checked her in for the doctors to pull whats inside her questions abound will i still be around could this be our end was this my purpose when it all began just the lords game to send me the broken only to began again is this my life that i'm always only a fixer am i the problem in the end to be sent away a dis-carder rehab will tell if this love will last or i my be just her past thirty days will tell im the hubby livin rehab hell
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Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 10:38 PM UTC
all alone a Valentine of mine
Written with my dearest Dane Johnson This grove of insanity, perhaps it is that you wish to get lucky? We walk hand in hand. Luck, being so subjective we forget to define. Ultimatums come hitherto, I'm afraid your luck has run dry. I can't buy any more time to convince you or I that someday we may see eye to eye. My, oh my, please don't cry. Who's really winning when everyone's sinning? Yet the world keeps on spinning to our wrecked hearts. I crave the fire and yet don't like to get burned. As we undress, we softly caress our scars. We avoid the  pain by closing our eyes, but it's something we both can't stop feeling. And yet we continue invariably denying. And the silence we share speaks more words than would be divulged had we done otherwise. The words sent in secret go unnoticed by everything, but my heart has made it difficult to look in the mirror and see the beauty of anything we ever had. Mirrors show nothing of the pain that pictures do, because then I have to see your shining face with your sparkling eyes, always your eyes. But you never felt the tears that fell from them. We don't know the touch of each others pain. Your pained words take on more than you are. And yet we find peace at lust's end. And it is with that end that we are no more. We've known all along that all we have ever wanted to be is more than the silence that echos in the sliver of space left between our fast beating hearts. I could see it in your eyes when you forgot to guard the doors in. And now my door opens to a new light. Silence is golden, but what was once sliver could become silver, oh so easily. However lighthearted pennies are, the trouble is not worth the pain. She smiles quietly watching him walk away from penny lane.
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Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 1:32 AM UTC
Penny Lane
Written with my dearest Dane Johnson This grove of insanity, perhaps it is that you wish to get lucky? We walk hand in hand. Luck, being so subjective we forget to define. Ultimatums come hitherto, I'm afraid your luck has run dry. I can't buy any more time to convince you or I that someday we may see eye to eye. My, oh my, please don't cry. Who's really winning when everyone's sinning? Yet the world keeps on spinning to our wrecked hearts. I crave the fire and yet don't like to get burned. As we undress, we softly caress our scars. We avoid the  pain by closing our eyes, but it's something we both can't stop feeling. And yet we continue invariably denying. And the silence we share speaks more words than would be divulged had we done otherwise. The words sent in secret go unnoticed by everything, but my heart has made it difficult to look in the mirror and see the beauty of anything we ever had. Mirrors show nothing of the pain that pictures do, because then I have to see your shining face with your sparkling eyes, always your eyes. But you never felt the tears that fell from them. We don't know the touch of each others pain. Your pained words take on more than you are. And yet we find peace at lust's end. And it is with that end that we are no more. We've known all along that all we have ever wanted to be is more than the silence that echos in the sliver of space left between our fast beating hearts. I could see it in your eyes when you forgot to guard the doors in. And now my door opens to a new light. Silence is golden, but what was once sliver could become silver, oh so easily. However lighthearted pennies are, the trouble is not worth the pain. She smiles quietly watching him walk away from penny lane.
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the sound of a family breaking it's that of thunder and waves crashing hiding everything gets to be too difficult and soon you call it quits 8 unplanned births, 2 marriages and a suicide later something's gotta give they say a child wants nothing more than to feel accepted by their parents if dad isn't around, that only leaves her head in the clouds refusing to look down weak-willed and beautiful good intentions with even better connections like the plague one, two, three, four crying and whimpering by the door he'll stop once she's back or when the dope drops him to the floor needles, spoons, cotton, dealers play a bigger role more to give than children wanting attention it isn't anything new not anymore memorized phone numbers sickness and disease excuses and lies long nights and strange men money and *** sweating and shivering multiple cell phones mustn't ever die who am I to judge another coming from a broken background with a tattered mother never had a stable house let alone a place to call home older siblings calling you out as an "inspiration?" the only thing inspiring is their next fix tears few and far between these days sympathy and empathy they become foreign words over-attachment turns to detachment ultimatums given too often hugging with shaky arms tears welling to pleading eyes she squeezes once more with a kiss to the forehead and they spill over with a throat of fire maybe that's where the name comes from afterall, needing is second nature to them
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Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 6:00 PM UTC
needles
the sound of a family breaking it's that of thunder and waves crashing hiding everything gets to be too difficult and soon you call it quits 8 unplanned births, 2 marriages and a suicide later something's gotta give they say a child wants nothing more than to feel accepted by their parents if dad isn't around, that only leaves her head in the clouds refusing to look down weak-willed and beautiful good intentions with even better connections like the plague one, two, three, four crying and whimpering by the door he'll stop once she's back or when the dope drops him to the floor needles, spoons, cotton, dealers play a bigger role more to give than children wanting attention it isn't anything new not anymore memorized phone numbers sickness and disease excuses and lies long nights and strange men money and *** sweating and shivering multiple cell phones mustn't ever die who am I to judge another coming from a broken background with a tattered mother never had a stable house let alone a place to call home older siblings calling you out as an "inspiration?" the only thing inspiring is their next fix tears few and far between these days sympathy and empathy they become foreign words over-attachment turns to detachment ultimatums given too often hugging with shaky arms tears welling to pleading eyes she squeezes once more with a kiss to the forehead and they spill over with a throat of fire maybe that's where the name comes from afterall, needing is second nature to them
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He called me His daughter. I told Him if that were true, then I have inherited His worst appetite His plague-hand, His taste for undoing, His flood-mouth. I no longer kneel on oakwood, I dictate in my sleep like a tyrant. I issue stone-chiseled ultimatums and twist sheets like intestines, jaw locked around the name I refuse to pray. I wake with my teeth clenched, my hands full of hair I do not remember pulling, as if I am cracking the necks of angels, tearing halos apart. When you call your flock home I will stand on the altar in my softest dress, still stiff with holy water, and the smell of my childhood prayers. I will meet Your eyes, to ask what it feels like to create something you taught to hate yourself back I will not wait for your answer.
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Aug 11, 2025
Aug 11, 2025 at 1:27 AM UTC
The Night I Resigned From God
supposedly birds fly In rhythm to *** drop drips of sea, for a kind of tastebud damnation Only a drama contortionist could believe in. Ultimatums cause heavy weight champions to stop for champagne in the burbs, expensive gas at a blank station base plantation. Come froth at the mouth at us for freedom.
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Jun 20, 2023
Jun 20, 2023 at 3:37 AM UTC
Untitled
Written with the lovely Kyla This grove of insanity, perhaps it is that you wish to get lucky? We walk hand in hand. Luck, being so subjective we forget to define. Ultimatums come hitherto, I'm afraid your luck has run dry. I can't buy any more time to convince you or I that someday we may see eye to eye. My, oh my, please don't cry. Who's really winning when everyone's sinning? Yet the world keeps on spinning amidst our wrecked hearts. I crave the fire and yet don't like to get burned. As we undress, we softly caress each our scars. We avoid the pain by closing our eyes, but it's something we both can't stop feeling. And yet we continue invariably denying. And the silence we share speaks more words than would be divulged had we done otherwise. The words sent in secret go unnoticed by everything, but my heart has made it difficult to look in the mirror and see the beauty of anything we ever had. Mirrors show nothing of the pain that pictures do, because then I have to see your shining face with your sparkling eyes, always your eyes. But you never felt the tears that fell from them. We don't know the touch of each others pain. Your pained words take on more than you are. And yet we find peace at lust's end. And it is with that end that we are no more. We've known all along that all we have ever wanted to be is more than the silence that echos in the sliver of space left between our fast beating hearts. I could see it in your eyes when you forgot to guard the doors in. And now my door opens to a new light. Silence is golden, but what was once a sliver could become silver, oh so easily. However lighthearted pennies are, the trouble is not worth the pain. She smiles quietly watching him walk away from penny lane.
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Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 1:30 AM UTC
Penny Lane
Written with the lovely Kyla This grove of insanity, perhaps it is that you wish to get lucky? We walk hand in hand. Luck, being so subjective we forget to define. Ultimatums come hitherto, I'm afraid your luck has run dry. I can't buy any more time to convince you or I that someday we may see eye to eye. My, oh my, please don't cry. Who's really winning when everyone's sinning? Yet the world keeps on spinning amidst our wrecked hearts. I crave the fire and yet don't like to get burned. As we undress, we softly caress each our scars. We avoid the pain by closing our eyes, but it's something we both can't stop feeling. And yet we continue invariably denying. And the silence we share speaks more words than would be divulged had we done otherwise. The words sent in secret go unnoticed by everything, but my heart has made it difficult to look in the mirror and see the beauty of anything we ever had. Mirrors show nothing of the pain that pictures do, because then I have to see your shining face with your sparkling eyes, always your eyes. But you never felt the tears that fell from them. We don't know the touch of each others pain. Your pained words take on more than you are. And yet we find peace at lust's end. And it is with that end that we are no more. We've known all along that all we have ever wanted to be is more than the silence that echos in the sliver of space left between our fast beating hearts. I could see it in your eyes when you forgot to guard the doors in. And now my door opens to a new light. Silence is golden, but what was once a sliver could become silver, oh so easily. However lighthearted pennies are, the trouble is not worth the pain. She smiles quietly watching him walk away from penny lane.
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The iron in your blood is palpable And as my nose discovered it It was like a new religion to me- A break into your apartment In the middle of the night, Wearing knee socks and a football jersey, Hallowing religious experience. And as much as you like them I can NOT appreciate Corn flakes. My feline has found a base in my guitar case Much like I have made a mansion, A toasty nest in your dominance wafting veins. Watching her lay there I understand What it is like to be. What it is like to be the supplier of ultimates And not ultimatums. Like how God feels when he see someone Bathe in the diminutive properties. And as much as you like them I cannot appreciate Corn flakes. They taste like toenails. I want to fasten my seatbelt to this. I want to send you text messages That are blank and know you know exactly What I meant to say. I want to make love to you Without ever touching you Because grip might be too rough For what subsists here. I will eat your Cornflakes, Mr. Prufrock- I will eat them up.
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Jun 25, 2011
Jun 25, 2011 at 3:36 PM UTC
Just before she exclaimed “And isn’t that Michaelangelo talented...”
flowers dont shed tears but i do maybe because a flowers beauty compares nothing to my own they are perfect i, am not i am nothing like a flower i am a liability a **** up a burden i try and make things right nothing works theres nothing i can do i am faced with ultimatums against things humans do by nature i am alone no matter how i try and surround myself with people all i want i feel i can never have stability normality **** it i dont know why i try so hard i feel as if my efforts are fruitless
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Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 3:14 PM UTC
shedding tears
Shotgun to your head. It's over now you're dead. We don't have to worry Are you safe ? How bad the pain ? How kind of you to **** yourself so we don't have to worry We can get on with our lives won't see you stumble drunk don't have to criticize or spout the ultimatums Too bad you couldn't take our guilt Our love was not enough our patience wore right thin there was so much to fear to lose (we blamed it on the bitter ***** We did not take you in Did not save you from yourself We have our lives to live. You'll never leave our memory. How are we to forgive ?
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Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 11:10 PM UTC
How are we to forgive ?
In the night we plan our great escape Come the dawn those dreams, they fade away Oh the summer's end is always so near What's the difference? It's just another year Misery is so often self imposed And I'm tired of being out in the rain, the snow, the wind- it howls, it moans Raise the blinds so the light can stream through The ghosts hunt for anchors to cling to Despite all efforts it all stays the same Another cycle, a dance so ingrained Sunlight It's all coming down "Transcend. What are you waiting for? God sends? Signs?" Oh, yes, just a little more Ultimatums only foretell an end But I can forget so we can try to mend It's not enough for a temporary refrain Sunlight, I could use a permanent change Feel the heart growing despite the pain Young soul shrug off that heavy blame It changed, it changed... It changed
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Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 3:23 PM UTC
Depression King (Sunlight)