There are periods that need to be put at the end of sentences that started with a thought, rambled onto paragraphs that branched into multiple ambitious topics that was then  left hanging in jumbled confusion half-way through time. In the endless strings of unecessary conjunctions, painful careless adjectives, and inappropriate prepositions, a simple period, used at the end of a completed, sensible sentence, one in which you put an effort to complete, regardless of the distracting pauses of time...a perfect period like that could go a long, long way. It ends THAT sentence so that another, more mature, wiser, more sensible one that could  bring forth beautiful thoughts in endless paragraphs, could then begin.

Such is the language of life.
Such is the power of a period.
It is called closure.
Sometimes, we should use more periods in our lives,
to make our sentences clear.
Yes.
Period.

Is it selfish
To want all your attention and time
And to want to be fully and completely loved?
Hah.
Love me so well,
Be so good to me...
I'll get used to the good life and always want more and more.
The withdrawal hurts,
You were my addiction and now you're gone.

Hey, would you like to know a secret?

It slits and stings and scorches the tip of my tongue
A scalpel painted with a sickening slice of hope
Of I know you used to
And I said I used to
But I meant I still do

My heart— no head still throbs
Thuds like the tapping of your fingers against the table

Your fingers
Light and floating and still too far
Flying too fast

My head
Heavy and sinking and still too close, to me
Still too close, to you
Still too close, to every synonym of unecessary
Still, too close, to my heart

Do you want to hear my secret?

My head throbs because of you,
No, not because of you, because of me
Because of confusion as to why
My mind is able to solve math equations that I hate
If I try hard enough

But for some reason my mind can't solve the question
Of why it keeps flitting back to you
Even if I try to will it away
And always to you
I have a million other things to do
And somehow you're always still the first priority

My head throbs because it doesn't understand
Because I don't understand
How is it then when you're vulnerable
And ask an "are you free to talk?"
The truth is no
I'm really not
Yet yes is the only word running through my head

Somehow
You always come first
I find that strange considering how the most you've ever thought about me is probably the second best thing

Here is my secret

I am sick of this
I am sick of you
But somehow your laughter is the antidote
It is the vaccine
The dosage I get daily

But eventually
It starts being less effective
Because I hear
Her laughter
In yours

And the more I get to know you
I feel like I'm just getting to know her
You say the same phrases
And so many things that you do
Are just so her
She's so thoroughly embedded into everything you do
It's almost impossible to separate the two of you

And I am sick
Of this
And I am sick
Of you

And how you say you used to
And how I say I used to
And how I still mean
I still do

Fatigue is setting in giving my affect a kind of relaxed
hereness, because there is very little energy for anything else
Tomorrow remains a mystery, but there will be a battle, I know
the forces will arrive, armed with ipads or paper or their phones
and their judgemental brains of varying sizes and capacities
I am tired, and I need to avoid the unecessary confrontation and most
especially desist from worrying about anything that isn't happening in the moment
the battery is low,  I have no grenades only a small shield and that's
not really enough to battle with, and really, I've always been out armed
and totally outnumbered and overpowered and yet somehow I'm still here
through sheer cleverness.  But I make mistakes and there is so little power left now at
the end that I must be shrewd and watch them like a lioness watching a herd of gazelles

From light hearted happiness

to straight into the ditch

they **** things up

so easily and they arent even here

that stain wont lift and you dont even bother washing it or coming clean.

so this snap of mine turned into your violent negation

another length of silence,

how long before you miss me this time?

how long before you realise that you are

deaf dumb and mute with out me.

I am your unglamourous purpose

I am your what little meaning you have left in your life

I gave birth to your reasons

and I will surely **** them if I go

question is,

how long do you have before you cant stop me?

how fickle you are about such important things

and how much unecessary passion will you

channel into a pit that is no longer interested in you

because there is nothing to take.

it never was a giving pit.

****** you dry now theres only heartache left to bleed

and it is all of your own making

the fantasy that they thought you were special

that they couldnt live with out you.

but I never could.

No unecessary word,
Is needed,
Except,
Those that really
Count.


© Nick Strong 2014

There is a delusion of perfection blocking the gates between us
Your self destructive outlook underlines  the inadeqacies I tried so desperately to deflect
With humor or sarcasm or impulsive unecessary habits
Hindering me
Entangling me into another dysfunctional abyss I cannot deny
These shattered hearts heal with unsolicited *** scandals whispered by the tounges of cowards
Piddling their intoxicated paddles with reruns of last years season highlights
It's all the same and we became complacent
Unmotivated by the unmet expectations of our nemesis
Our image isn't mirrored by that of what we strive we are lost in a maze of who is good, better, richer glory
Success is based on luck and come ups meanwhile
We are drained with greed and jealousy and entitlements holding one another in a ship wreck
dangling by a measly line off our last second chance
I knew you'd take me back
Even if we sink together

by Arcassin Burnham



i dont know why,
i even kissed you,
i dont know why,
i even met you,
i dont know why,
im stuck in reality with you,
i dont know why,
like spending perfect salary on you,
i dont know why,
you stole my heart,
then i took it back,
but with all the actions and reactions,
you think i would ever take you back,
i dont know why,
you would even say that,
unecessary arguments,
i would not take back,
acting like the victim,
will not do you good,
would you lie on me again?
i always knew you would,
high priced and booshy,
you will never see my face again,
only a spitting image of my fame spent.

who designated
the negative  and
abstract term of
the
*****
to represent
the race of
our beautiful
multi-tribal
Black People
the *****
represents
something that is dead
and insignificant but
Black People
are full of life
love and happiness
what gives
other people
the moral authority
justification or
the moral right
to define
Black Folks or
to tell us
what to think
Black Women
must stop purchasing
crazy hair products'
weaves extensions
for their hair and
creams and gels
to lighten up
their skin
to look
more European
with sraight hair
so we must define
our own beauty
within us
because we
always possessed it
stop buying
unecessary
Black hair products
from Asian shops and
making them rich
from our hard earn cash
no other racial groups
would come into our
Black communities
to support or
buy goods and services
from Black own businesses
we must take care of
our own
first and formost
Black Women
must develope
a more
natural look
in harmony
with God
and display
our healthy
curly kninky
shiny natural dynamic  and
beautiful black hair
we must consolidate
our financial resources and
build Black  own businesses
and products
to take care of our own needs
God made us
in His
own image
our Black Women
have always been
the beautiful queens
of the River Nile and
only we
can determine
all of that
furthermore
no other race
on this planet
shall define us
let me
tell you something
about them Negros
logically and scientifically
if we go back
far enough
from here
to Timbuktu
the Chinese
come from China
an Irishman comes
from Ireland
Frenchmen come
from France
an Englishman
comes from England
Germans comes
from Germany
so on and so forth
but
where in the hell
did the *****
come from
logically
he comes from
Negroland
however
this is
just a plain old fashion
cotton-picking lie
bigotry ignorence
prejudice and stupidity
at work here
Black People
are the
original people of
this earth and created
from the black soil of
Mother Africa
we are
stolen people
taken from
Mother Africa
against our
free will
Black People
did not volunteer
to come to America
but we have
every right
to live or die
in the pursuit of happiness
just like any other group
that successfuly made it
in America
and we help
to build America
and turned it
into a superpower
rich nation
yet
for the
love of money
greed and power
capitalism
thus created
a monster
called racism
towards
people of color
Black People
are the
original People
evolved from
Mother Africa
thus
we are made from
the image God
rejoice upon it
born with black skin
is not a curse but
a blessing
from God up above

soft stuff wool
unless is tapestry,
lasts a life time.

they say.

knitted, it needs
flattening, pinning
in squares.

choosing
carefully, pearl headed
fit for the task,
we pin
uncontrollably,
obsessively,
blotting out bullies
and other unecessary
items.

it is the wrong size.

some seek perfection.

sbm

is a short word in varying degrees.

a slight one, can be alleviated with
unecessary treats, parfum , curling
round in soft places.

lift the spirits with little things, be
glad it is not a more serious form
of the word.

i drove the road yesterday, it
is such a pretty place.

sbm.

I have grown too old
To run around the bush,
To make things complicated,
To make you feel rejected
To stir your mind,

But truthfully I didn't want to do these things
Especially to you.

My words
They are not poetry
Any meaning should I include
That is not the word itself?
No, it is unecessary for me to do so

I just hoped
That you took everything what I said
As it is

Hoping to meet your understanding and self-realization.

If you could have given me time
Time to spend with you
Then I might have told you
What you wanted to hear
It was the chance for me
To open my heart and mind
And say........You are dear to me.

I have loved you differently
Differently that
I didn't ask for romance
But for your presence

:: :: :: :: :: …

ways to infuse paper are free. perhaps the soaking

will work, after the hand drill &   sanding. ways to

make haste are    unecessary

sometimes, one achievement

a day is enough.



you bought your home, possibly.      the largest

amount spent. ,more than those shoes, they are

in dollars.



this is enough. some days.

are meant to be easy, to drill and reflect. look

back there is a comma in the wrong       place.

the world is infused with abbreveation

&.

punctuation.

sbm.



*the only company to repace your bristles

the cure is not fat bacon, it is
the genes. gently move forward,
prompting all good behaviour, accepting
reality. it happens to most of us some
way.

three to ten days or more, with light
medication will help. as would new bedding,
deleting beige and floral lampshades.

how we laughed, bought unecessary items,
beat the plague.

without fat bacon.

sbm.

What others think of you is not as important as what you think of yourself.As long as you are true to yourself,you know you are right and you can look yourself in the eye...you're doing just fine.You don't need to bother about opinons.People will always have something or the other to say to you..you can't stop that..some of it will be good and some bad.It's upto you to filter out the unecessary stuff and take in the good.Take criticism but not insults.Remember...care only about what those who matter to you think of you...'coz those who don't matter to you,their opinions also shouldn't matter.

we are growing closer
and closer to our consciousness
closer to our self being
we grow closer
when we realize to appreciate
to appreciate our existence and
our work
we understand our self when
when we listen to our inner voices
Try to ask questions
to yourself and see
Compare the result and see
it will make a better
Path
to our existence
so we need to understand our self
BEFORE
BEFORE analyzing others
BEFORE understanding others
we have to JUDGE ourself
before judging others
we have to know our real self
and work together for our achievement
we cannot win half heartedly
we cannot achieve alone
we have to achieve together
with our other half,
our conscious being
we do not realize
that we are two side of a coin
coin without which  we do not work
we fight for unecessary things
so considering it
i say
we must work together
so realize your
other half
and make it a better
half
to CREATE A BETTER YOU

Pain teaches us
about storms
and their power of sweeping away

The lesson that, only when the old and unecessary
is gone
a new calmness can take it’s place

much wenlock, on the the edge. fall over.



do not

undertake while the vehicle        reverses.



careful what you dream on a cusp of night. know that all stars are not the same.



seen  through the net nightly.



curtains are unecessary,        there is no one left to see.



anything can happen,          depends on the mood. repeat.



may go back.                                                                     for no reason

or to count the flowers, list the names, then tidy into alpha, omega

betical

file under f.







sbm.

Everything is fleeting, everything is fast
Live for each moment because it can never last
One moment you’re living
The next you’re decaying  
Consciousness floating back into space
Be present, be kind
Nothing we have is really ours
We’re on borrowed time, borrowed love, borrowed things, borrowed bodies, borrowed thoughts, borrowed death.
Leave no space for hate to fester
As you never know what someone had to borrow.
It’s easy to be anxious, but it’s quite unecessary
That was borrowed too.

Insecure

Insecure can be defined by many things. For one, if someone has to constantly repeat how great or attractive they think they are, clearly they're not entirly sure about it. They might be trying to convince themselves it's true. 2nd, they lie. A lot. This is because they're too ashamed of their own lives to except them for what they REALLY are, so they make up people and situations in order for their lives to sound a little more exciting. 3rd, they're easy. As in, they would go to third base on a first date. They need either a lot of guys or girls approval in order to be confident with their appearence, love life, exct. And lastly, they put other people down. They'll make an unecessary, rude comment and try to pass it of as a joke. Call them out on it and they'll say that they really don't care. But if they're even taking the time to respond, then they obviously do.  

The insecure man really needs to get over herself.