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Thursday, July 5, 2012
My Quotes
"love is a gamble taken by two and testing it, is like peaking behind the scenes of the stock market--its a cheapskate move and it's cheating; one loses while the other soars knowing -->just how much the other has invested..."
The Predicament
till this day I can't digest
the daunting task of waking up and getting dressed
when my body, mind, and soul SCREAMS depressed--
I mean you hear the blessed words from the best
however only the opinion from one
sticks inside the chest
So I scroll down from Feeling prime, time, shining dime, rollex
degrade down to my lowest
feeling like the poorest
when you ease your self with them suspision tests
testing my honesty, but honestly I'm upset
To see just
how weak you can be, to become the tryant to feed the mad man beast
inside of you rising from your contemplating insecurities
the culpret,
your corporate ego....
the daunting task of waking up and getting dressed
when my body, mind, and soul SCREAMS depressed--
I mean you hear the blessed words from the best
however only the opinion from one
sticks inside the chest
So I scroll down from Feeling prime, time, shining dime, rollex
degrade down to my lowest
feeling like the poorest
when you ease your self with them suspision tests
testing my honesty, but honestly I'm upset
To see just
how weak you can be, to become the tryant to feed the mad man beast
inside of you rising from your contemplating insecurities
the culpret,
your corporate ego....
Labels:
free-style,
love,
poem,
suspicion,
test,
testing love
Saturday, June 30, 2012
Trading Love
Fell in love
again
Just found
out that
He might
belong to someone else
And instead
of getting in a fit of tears
I’m
extremely exhausted
To have an
expression
To truly
react to how I’m really feeling
Because losing
track of love is normal for me
I mean I’m
in my world of dreams
Hiding from
a shattered past
To notice
that I’m losing my hand in hand
Slapped by
the reality of his exit
And it’s so
easy to blame myself
That it’s
difficult for me to interoperate
His fail
sense of understanding
And I
continue to wither with defeat
Of my
irresponsible control of what now is
My overriding
senseless emotions
All seeking
to come through
And it uses
up all the energy in my nerves
And so yeah,
I’m ex-haus-ted ,
Slightly faint
and naive,
I just wish
I can trade love
For anything
that doesn’t involve any more feelings
Creeping under
my skin paralysing me
Before I
start thinking
Of a proper
way to comprehend when love became so useless
Because it’s
easy for me to think of a another way to leave
My future
would just be
Me my-self,
and I—
And if
needed be –for someone to carry my legacy,
There’s
always the potential of a test tube baby
because
I’m afraid
to open my heart again
To be
rendered in the hands of failure
So yeah,
when did love become a perpetrator
That I need
a restraining order
From?
Labels:
failure,
free-style,
losing,
love,
trade,
trading love
Friday, June 29, 2012
Who's the Show for?
Subtitle ( I hate men... I know there are good ones out there too, I distinguished that in the poem but still I'm so sowwy ^ - ^)
I don’t know
where this distaste dwelled
It almost
calls for me to treat
Them
inhuman,
But then
again a person
That can
swipe through women like
Disposable tissues,
Do as they
please to hurt
And hide
cowardly
Behind a
crowd—
Or use their
big booming voice that
Even shuts
the most powerful
To grow
silent
Shouldn’t be
considered human...
Disgusting pigs,
that ruin the image of the opposite sex
Claiming their
fight for success, cash money, and excess
MJ—comparing
themselves to the biggest and the best
Disgusting pieces
of shit, they had a story, but yours is plain bullshit—
Don’t mess
around with me
I know what’s
real –and who’s dealing fake G shit
So don’t act
or treat me like I’m naive
Because behind
this child like essence is a story
Of a lost
childhood
Taken by
force and a history of violence
I hide my
tears behind smiles
Because I
know how it feels
To be at the
lowest point in humanity
But what I
find surprising is that these men find the need
To put me
back down there because they don’t “know” me
I’m the one they know least about – and I’m useless to their success
Well let me
tell you this
You want to
know the truth?
Baby you can’t
handle the truth
And you
think that I won’t be useful to your success
Because I’m
a useless female, and of the opposite sex,
Honey you
should be blessed to know me
Because I
try to help you smile even when the world tries to make you frown
Because the
only way to succeed is to value what you have—it’s called gratitude
Wanting ,
longing for what you already have—can only set the bar up higher...
So please do
me a favor and consider yourself a failure,
Because a
person that can have such disregard for others
Can only
fall short...
And wanting
to succeed in society, is only foolish
Because a society
is made up of the many people
you care so
little about,
So what’s
the point... ?
Because in
the end
After your
so called success you will still be invisible—
except to
the gold diggers that want something in return...
So tell me
please
Enlighten me
who’s the
show for?
Monday, June 25, 2012
Diaries of the Unemployed
Thinking about all the people I know looking for Jobs. =)
I
don’t know
In school
I’ve been distinguished to be an established writer,
Receiving
complements here and there,
I’ve
even been told by my teachers that I had the potential to be something,
From
a student to a person I’ve managed to come through,
But none
of this seems to matter
As I
craft my life achievements and goals
On a
letter sized piece of paper
I
still manage to be applicant 5678
And I
wonder... “Do you not like me?”
I mean
I’ve gone through this process
Over
and over again
Only
to processed to another line up, another phone call, and an electronic message
barely
a human connection
To put
a face behind the author behind the craft
And
I wonder... “Do you not like me?”
Because
I feel like I’ve walked, scavenged, crawled, sprawled
Up the
staircases and down some, to hand out a resume
Only
to be passed around a table and tossed away,
At least
if you told me to wait five minutes,
I
could have saved you the trouble of recycling,
and
me the trouble of re-printing a story that can’t be changed,
And
I wonder... “Do you not like me?”
A
honest individual,
Wanting
to be independent,
Looking
for a chance to step in—
Not to
cash in, but learn another life lesson,
Because
that’s how I was raised to be—
Not to
count the cheques at the end of the day,
But to
check in with the things I’ve interoperated from the day,
And grow
as a person...
I
guess in this new world of opportunity,
I
will be one of those educated—to live under a very expensive bridge,
It makes
a far more interesting story...
Like
the “Pursuit of Happiness”
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Monday, December 19, 2011
Pinstriped Rose
If my
heart was a rose,
It would
be black
and
it’s stem would only have thorns,
I’m
discovered because I’m withdrawn
So...mystery
keeps you intrigued?
If I
told you my darkness
Will you
stand close or leave?
To be
Honest,
Your presence
streams veins of red and pink through my black petals,
Helping
me shed my thorns to grow leafs,
So
what’s your plan?
Are
you going to nourish me correctly—
Or drown
the plant?
Because
as independent as I may be,
My
hearts something I leave astray,
You
investigate my eyes
Unravelling
what I might be holding back from the world to see...
STOP
TRYING TO FIGURE ME OUT!
I’ll
just grow another layer of thorns,
When
you look at me
What do
you see?
Do
you see the girl I could be with you
Or the
secrets I’ve locked away?
Mystery
comes with a consequence,
You never
know who to trust and who will just go away
So
like the black rose
I’m
withering,
Dying,
Unable
to figure out who is under disguise
And who
is here to help me recognize all the endless possibilities...
Sincerely,
So
Broken.
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