Posts Tagged ‘ random ’

Death is too slow

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For those
That still
feel.
Know.
That there is still love.

For the pulse
That still beats,
You’re alive
And doing well,
Above.

those
That know not
The gentle
And the,
sweetest of touch.

I impatiently
Seek the magnet
That will hopefully
Shut me
The F*** up.

Mean Girls

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It’s soul hard
To stay quiet,
Waiting for the moment,
To find others
Just like your own.

I can’t help
But show
My antennas,
Just in case
There’s others
Out there too timid,
Trying to
Phone home.

My urban folk
Call it
“showin’ yo ass”
I believe
You’re not
completely honest,
Unless you can be
A little vulnerable.

Most sheep
Don’t have the luxury
Of catching a wolf,
Showing off its fangs
(Which may be reckless, but)
Romans 11:36
Has me pointing at my throat.

Dont Get It

My mouth….

oh my mouth

my mouth

woe, my mouth…

it gets me into pointless

 squabbles

bruises feelings

and sometimes

brings the demons out…

from others, unintentionally

because my intentions

are of comedy,

 a type of which

others can’t

quite

figure out…

Maybe (no indefinitely)

my mouth

needs training

since you can’t

teach the simple

by simply speaking

out loud…

comb the hair/ego of pets

encourage

and don’t push

the proud…

whisper sweet nothings

never break character

no matter how

dribbly the snout

Beg to differ?

she doesn’t want much

but im not willing to give

what she does,

it’s all a matter of love

and where my hearts come from

a slight push automatically receives a shove,

her right hook

has never been mistook

for some kind type of hug,

she’s mistaken

what is agape

with generic physical attraction,

considering how one meets

depicts what repeats

and what isn’t at random,

 “just” is just that

and there are no promises made

when we’re “just having fun”,

what you put up with

you end up with

 oh you beg to differ? I hope you have a good run

no order at all

keys unlock

hands touch the latch and POP

goes the weasel like door handle and out dropped

the kid and the man on wheel #BIGshock

what does she want?

she calls me at random

not really saying much,

sometimes she asks

how im doing

other times

not so much,

she goes

straight into

her rants

about the people she sees

and how she has a crush,

on some total random strangers

and how it gives her

such a rush,

which doesn’t surprise me at all

cause that is, pretty much,

a description of how we met

a few drinks, a few laughs, then straight to the few fucks,

she says she takes it slow

and that she doesn’t give “iT” up,

but for me that’s hard to believe 

considering the grounds that ive touched,

I tried to make it honest

so people wouldn’t make me out to be such a slut,

but in the end it didn’t matter

because she’s gone now

and apparently I was just too much, 

you’re going to believe what you believe

because people only see what they want,

I wonder why she calls to check in

if we aren’t anything and her current flings arent of my cup,

I find it hard to be interested

so I then ask her, “what else is up”,

she says “oh, well, nothing”

I have a feeling like she wanted to ask if I’m seeing any one,

but she doesn’t, that’s our conversations,…is she just bored?

I have no idea what she wants.

Hell hath no fury

Hell

hath no fury

like hearts don’t bleed

when they get torn,

does gobs of honey

on anything

not call out the bees

in massive swarms,

if you kill

my love

in vengeance

will I not of sworn?

to destroy

everything

that you

adore,

does greed

not want

when there is

just a little bit more?

and

how much more

when there is

no more?

there’s

a thin line

from a curious scratch

to a premeditated reason to explore,

step over

the boundaries

and like the bull

you’ll get the horns,

 passion

is a beast

and that  bear skin rug

is ironically worn