Psycho drives others,
To scream wildly from showers,
Drives your neighbors nuts.
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Poetry
I try to write but all I get is hit
I try to write but all I get is hit.
I can’t finish a sentence before someone starts talkin’ some . . .
I just want to sit here and speak my peace.
Why can’t they all stop, make their jabbering cease?
Oh man you’re just on a burnout quest.
I’m not part of it, I’m better than all the rest.
What, serious, are you freakin’ out of your mind?
You’re one of the biggest of the whacked out kind.
Look at me, do I look like I’m okay?
Do you hear my words, listen to what I say?
No, I can tell that you don’t hear,
Cause if you did you would just disappear.
Don’t look at me like that, trying to make me feel bad.
I’ve been dealing with your crap before you even knew you were sad.
So why don’t you give it a rest?
Don’t you know it would be for the best?
But, no, uh uh, you don’t know even have a clue,
My biggest dilemma is what to do with you.
Only one thing keeps it all from breakin’ loose.
I’m not ready for no hangman’s noose.
I’m here, and I’m stayin’, nothin’ gonna change that.
So just you back off real quick and stop actin’ like a brat.
I tell you this once so listen real clear, if you think this is about you,
Then ask yourself why do you think it could be true?
LMP
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Sick of it!
Sick of it!
I gotta ask this cause I’m tired of all the whack,
Why do the tender hearted always end up busted up and jacked?
You make me sick to my stomach and illin’ in my brain,
Leavin’ a trail behind you like some Depends leakin’ stain.
You think you’re somethin’ when you ain’t but an old fool.
Pick up your lip cause you be slippin’ in your drool.
Why is a woman who has the looks and is so sweet,
Gets used up like some little kids basket of a Halloween treat?
Yeah, I’m angry and I’m fed up with the walkin’ dung heap,
Slippin’ and slidin’ around like he is somethin’ when he’s really so cheap.
Nah, I ain’t so nice, I call you like I see you.
You’re a blue pill poppin’ womanizin’ slut jack who just want’s a hole to do.
It’s been a while since my words have been like this so crazy.
When my friends get played, used, the fog rolls in and my patience gets lazy.
I wish at times I were the type to just stomp the punks in the ground.
Lucky for y’all I have control and my brain in that sense is sound.
For those of you with your salt water tans,
Along with your sycophant barely legal fans,
How’s it feel when you look in your mirror,
When the Devil is starin’ over your shoulder smilin’ cause you’re one second nearer?
LMP
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Would you . . .
The night is a brilliant body shimmering to attract the eye to its delights.
It pales compared to your skin, lit and covered only by window revealed moonlight.
Thoughts of gently touching you, and tracing your curves, every last one control my mind.
Would you be surprised as my lips flowed across your body to memorize every last detail I find?
Amber radiates with a warmth to the heart and holds the universes mysteries inside.
But it is like midnight beside your eyes as they hold mine enslaving me to a joy denied.
I see you looking into the distance as the light catches ever facet of every jewel and my breath stops.
Would you hide them if you knew my life revolves around their expression and if hurt my heart drops?
The ocean brings waves of release at night as the moon glimmers over a never ending flowing life giving peace.
Your strands of silken splendor cause amnesia of all other flowing expanses as I long to feel them against my cheek.
Sensations of gentleness flowing down my skin shiver me to my very bone.
Would you blush at what thoughts you bring to this man who is yours alone?
Heavenly bodies span the skies to guide the world in its travels through time in a divine arrangement.
They are as easy as a child compared to your words flowing from a mind filling me with amazement.
Challenges to thought, perception, and the meanings of life and love are what you bring to me.
Would you be frightened to travel inside my mind for a brief moment to see what you have made me be?
Ronovan
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Writing in the Sand
A very good poem for today.
Much Respect
Ronovan
I dream of . . .
I dream of a world of kindness and peace.
That is to say, whenever I have moments of sleep.
My waking thoughts are much the same.
And in each one, I speak your name.
For me that quiet place is not alone.
Some may find it with a heart of stone.
But if you are searching and still haven’t found,
Perhaps it’s due to the wrong places you’ve looked ’round.
Two hearts looking for love?
Or perhaps looking for something more they dream of.
Forgive me if my words lack in some form of manliness.
There is no specific all encompassing definition of happiness.
Much Respect
Ronovan
A poem I began sometime in July and never finished.
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An Ode to you
There are moments of peace that spread through space and time as if the finger of destiny were in control.
Sounds swirl around in a chaotic symphony to create a web of melody to nest and harbor ones soul.
For some this eye of the storm may be a calm achieved in a place of choosing and alone.
Me, I, can only attain this much desired anomaly in time and space by looking outside me to a crone.
Alone in a dark room with the sounds echoing from one wall to another and another and yet another,
I find that my only hope for survival is to rely on someone so dear whom I fear I might smother.
My irrational mind asks questions of ruin and brings images of disaster and torment.
There is never a moment, even when in happiness, I do not realize I am a fragment.
Rather a fragment than nothing at all, yet where does this peace come from that I began about?
How can peace be attained when there is a shattering of the very bones that make me cry out?
How?
Because you say you love me.
Ronovan
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I Give
~I Give~
I have shown respect,
Through my words and my actions,
I give you my love.
Ronovan
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No Barriers (My own Week 10 Prompt Offering)
Destroy barriers
To bring to her true pleasure
Create trust with her
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Tragically Incomplete
Another Inspiring Poem by this young lady.
I have been encouraging her in her writing and her Walk. She is a sweet girl and needs all of our support to move forward even though some people don’t want her to.
Much Respect
Ronovan
All About That Lace
I challenged myself, insanely so, to write my own lyrics/poem to whatever the number one song is. Monty over at Obscured Dreamer where I also help out decided to give it a shot. So if you like you can see his. I don’t listen to the radio so to my surprise and shock there is a song called ‘All About That Bass’ at number one. I had no idea that fishing was that popular. But fortunately Monty sent me a message telling me I needed to listen to the song before I started writing. And guess what . . . the song spoke to my . . . heart. We’ll go with that. You can hear the song and watch the video at the bottom. It’ very catchy, and in all honesty well done and overall has a good message about self image. So I give you my version . . .
All About That Lace
Because you know I’m all about that lace,
‘Bout that lace, red devil
I’m all ‘bout that lace, ‘bout that lace, red devil
I’m all ‘bout that lace, ‘bout that lace, red devil
I’m all ‘bout that lace, ‘bout that lace
Yeah it’s very clear, I want more than a two
‘Cause lace don’t fill out right when there’s just no you
Girl you got that sexy sexy that all the men crave
All the right curves, for fingertip traces
Some say it’s obscene, how you make jaws drop
Lady you all so real
So for real, my heart stopped
You just so sexy sexy, I raise my hands up
I surrender to you lady
There’s no need to bring a cop
Oh baby, what I love most about you is your eyes
Come on over here so I can hold you close and real tight
I feel sad for those boys still practicing with a plastic doll
They just don’t got the moves
With me lady, you won’t last long
Because you know I’m all about that lace,
‘Bout that lace, red devil
I’m all ‘bout that lace, ‘bout that lace, red devil
I’m all ‘bout that lace, ‘bout that lace, red devil
I’m all ‘bout that lace, ‘bout that lace
I like your sexy ***
I’m shoutin’ to the world all about that
No, I ain’t playin’, but I am up to bat
But no need to tell you that
I surrender to you lady
There’s no need to bring a cop
Oh baby, what I love most about you is your eyes
Come on over here so I can hold you close and real tight
I feel sad for those boys still practicing with a plastic doll
They just don’t got the moves
With me lady, you won’t last long
Because you know I’m all about that lace,
‘Bout that lace, red devil
I’m all ‘bout that lace, ‘bout that lace, red devil
I’m all ‘bout that lace, ‘bout that lace, red devil
I’m all ‘bout that lace, ‘bout that lace
Because you know I’m all about that lace,
‘Bout that lace, red devil
I’m all ‘bout that lace, ‘bout that lace, red devil
I’m all ‘bout that lace, ‘bout that lace, red devil
I’m all ‘bout that lace, ‘bout that lace
Because you know I’m all about that lace,
‘Bout that lace, red devil
I’m all ‘bout that lace, ‘bout that lace, red devil
I’m all ‘bout that lace, ‘bout that lace, red devil
I’m all ‘bout that lace, ‘bout that lace
To be honest, size two or not . . . if you got that sexy *** then I’m good with that. Or sexy eyes, hair, hands, neck, voice, words, skin, lips but over all a sexy intelligent mind. I think my message is pretty clear.
True Dat
Ronovan
http://youtu.be/7PCkvCPvDXk
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Hurt Willy Reb
Ever wondered what an anti spousal poem set the tune of The Beverly Hillbillies would be like? I didn’t either but somehow that’s what I decided to write.
Why don’t y’all go read it, y’hear?
Ronovan
Destroying a life-From Sian Pfudor (the prompt girl)
From Sian Pfudor
(The Prompt Girl)
Destroying a life
It creates too much despair
I watch from the cell.
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Message in a Bottle
Message
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Do you see it
Can you know the sides
If it is all so simple
Can you mark the divides
Is there a day
Without a night
Or a wrong
Without a right
You focus on the dark
You should see the light
Can you know what is hope
You have never fought the fight
Of course you can know the love
Without ever knowing of the hate
Your heart can be filled with a joy
Without it ever being to lost or late
Look for that light out upon the sea
Hearts beat high when tossed about
Notice one side is dark as the night
Hearts look to the light shining out
Big love peace always and always
Inspired by this photo by Allison of Long & Luxe back in July. I wrote the poem the next day after I asked if I could use it.
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Just accept and shut up!
Why do I have to accept?
Why do I have to take it?
Why do I have to bear the burden?
Why do I have to face it!?!
Why does my happiness not matter?
Why is everything I do so wrong?
Having to pack your yell’s into my heart!
Letting the hurt build up until I explode!
I start to focus on myself
And you complain.
I’m such an egoist
Lazy
And
Do
Nothing….
While I wilt
Here
Like a dead flower
Rotten in your eyes.
Forever having to except all that you dish out
Never being able to express myself
Or complain.
Because you sit
You work long hard stressful hours
And I am selfish
And not what
You expect me to be.
Just Kind and caring
Guess it does not matter
Because I will always be
Nothing in your eyes.
~Anonymous 1~
I received this poem from someone who wanted share it but had no place it could be shared. I think you can guess why. It was an honor that this person felt comfortable enough and trust me enough to ask me to put it on my site. I think whether you are male or female in a relationship you can identify with this.
The tags chosen for this poem are mine. I am sure there should be others but the important part is the poem was shared.
Much Respect
Ronovan
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These Hells
The feeding frenzy begins, as the dark brick wall spins
Spiral clouds filled with angel light, laughing tease my denying sight
No one ever said life would be fun, but then again no one said demons would overrun
My mind feeds on the dark things, it hunts and pecks until torment springs
I watch from the corner as it takes hold, shivering in despair as if it were winter time cold
Is there a way to break free from this pain filled cell, or am I forever bound to my skull shaped hell
Do not try or attempt to placate me to a smile, all you will bring is darkness and bile
A cheerful soul you can not produce, all you do is cause to make my hold more loose
The waves of this tormented ride, are the path of a coaster not to be denied
All I do is float out among the swells, and hope for my sake . . . to reach the other side . . . of These Hells
LMP
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Why Me or Why Not?
Why me?
Why among all your admirers, me?
Why with all that you have to offer, me?
No, I do not say, that I believe you think of me in such a way.
A such a way, that makes others ignored throughout your day.
I know I offer you love, and affection, as well respect and acceptance with no rejection.
With all of your perfection, why me?
I dare not accept it into my heart, for I have always had it ripped apart.
With all of your offers, why me?
In the nights I hold your attention so tight, hoping and praying that I am right.
With so many so immediate, why me?
Why?
Throughout life we are fortunate to experience one love. In rare moments we might even find another when one ends. Some are from unique and far flung situations, destinations. Do we deny these? What do we do? What do you do when faced with that unbelievable moment with that unbelievable person that can only be a dream? What it if it a love that can only exist from afar? With life through electric vines relationships are different now. Do you accept and have a love that may or may not ever be touched? Do you deny it and move forward in misery with that illness growing inside of you like a thing eating you alive?
This is a universal writing, inspired by universal forces.
LMP
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Never worry no more.
Normally I wait until after a piece to tell you the inspiration. Not this time. Fibromyalgia is bad. It can hurt so much you feel like you are going insane. Every emotion is magnified to an incredible level. Therefore depression can be bad, very bad. When you read this, it’s a Bluesy or Soul sounding thing, slow, pausing at the end of each line. I guess you could think of some of Alicia Keys work. I think you will get feel for it maybe, or you can just read it like a poem. Depression and a brutal broken heart can feel the same way. I’m there tonight.
My heart’s still poundin’ though you’re gone
It never really mattered what was wrong
I only wanted to be with you for so long
And that was to be forever ever and ever and ever
But now I sit her all alone
Darkness closes in on me in my fears
Never have I been so filled with so so many tears
Now I can’t see anything through the bleary eyes of what you’ve done
Oh Oh Oh Oh I’m never gonna forgive you this pain
You drove the stake through very vein
Why Why Why Why did you even even even . . . learn my name
But I only have myself to blame
There are ways to forget
There are ways I have left yet
There no reasons for regret
I’m just going to gamble on a bet
Never Never Never Never oh never call me again
Tear drops falling like a tornado filled with rain
Simple truths are simply made up lies
You fooled me once and twice and more with those eyes
Oh baby just let me die.
Oh Oh Oh Oh I hate this time ever came to me
Why did you even ever have to be
Now I follow a path to eternity
Kill me once kill me twice and maybe I will forget
Oh baby you always knew just where to hit
You cut me with those words like a blade
Go ahead and cover my body with that old rusty spade
There are ways to forget
There are ways I have left yet
There no reasons for regret
I’m just going to gamble on a bet
Now I can rest and never worry no more
LMP
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Careless Whispers . . . (No Regrets)
Why do we love us?
What reason is there for it?
Never have we ever met.
No reasons for–a–regret.
Thoughtless careless whispers,
Float through our minds every way.
We try to stop them, or so we say.
But do we really…want them to stay.
Careless whispers…floating through my brain.
No…regrets…rejected for what I say.
Careless whispers…jagged cutting through my brain.
No…regrets…enjoying every pain.
Souls mingle through electronic vines,
Sampling the secrets of unwanted minds.
Capturing language bodies cannot hear,
Through breaking down walls of thickening fear.
We wonder if miracles can happen in this day,
Only ever thinking of what others have to say.
Slap the taste…from your mouth,
And listen here…having no doubt.
Careless whispers…floating through my brain.
No…regrets…rejected for what I say.
Careless whispers…jagged cutting through my brain.
No…regrets…enjoying every pain.
Do you think that we were ever mean to be be somebody,
Somebody else in this world of processed displays?
Are we what we were mean to be,
Or is there something more over the sea?
Careless whispers…floating through my brain.
No…regrets…rejected for what I say.
Careless whispers…jagged cutting through my brain.
No…regrets…enjoying every pain.
Careless whispers…jagged cutting through my brain.
No…regrets…enjoying every pain.
Inspiration: The music in my head is slightly inspired off of the just released U2 album Songs of Innocence. The very first track is called The Miracle (Of Joey Ramone). My tempo is a bit different and this doesn’t carry all the way through but that’s basically the inspiration. Some may ask is this inspired by a person. No, other than no regrets at meeting people and knowing people as we walk through life. That being said, all poetry is inspired.
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Turn
Abuse, hope, inspiration.
If there are days of whispering woes
If there are nights fighting faceless foes
Do we dare fight back bitter tears
Do we give in to our dreaded fears
Light comes to those who believe
Never to those who fall and deceive
Is there a place that one can call sanctuary
Is there a heart that is not your adversary
Open to the whims of a seeking heart
Fight against the one tearing you apart
Is silence between you and your love too much
Do you understand the others need for your touch
Which way are you to turn
Does your thoughts continue to burn
Turn from that dark beast that lives so deep
Turn to the one that even in silence will always your love keep
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