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They say 'Men don't CRY', but I know it's ok for 'Real Men' to shed a tear. Better out than in. I don't mind sharing my emotions, it just depends whose there.Well lately my worlds been a roller coaster, crazy is not the word. To define it takes a phrase you've never heard, something totally absurd, dream it up, call it what you like. Damn I'm hurt, think I'll shed that tear now. Nah, ball that river now.
My heart hurts, how did I get here. My spirits worn, souls torn, clothes are fresh, damn... Ain't it crazy how people look good in death. I don't mind if you're a pest, ask what's going on. The answer idk, nah wait just kidding. Sike, damn I wish I knew.
What happened to me, what happened to us. One day I felt a rush, now I look in the mirror and it all just wants gush. Crash into me, let's collide. Hail a cab, I could use a ride. Damn, see, there I go, running away again.
Today was a good day. Nothing happened but nothing went wrong. I coasted through, Made it through. So I say again, today was a good day. Life ain't a High School musical. Ain't no singing like Sharpay.
Where are my thought's going, I have no clue. I just wanna say FUCK the world, cause it's just full of shit. But that'll put down all the good thing's, all the beauty in it.
I wonder what she's doing. On second thought, no I don't. Let's reconsider, yes I do. It's so hard to be done with you. How can I be, I love you. And you and I both know...
Someone save me, how do I breathe, how can I be drowning when my body is afloat. Doggy paddle through the waves, I'm so rugged, I need a shave. Bad behave, starting to have champagne nightmares.
Monster, how should I feel. I been to the moon and back. Dodging cars, against all odds, Dublin to Dublin. I'm hungry, Amster-damn... Need a pound UK, crazy night, RU OK. It's late, wanna stay.
I've learned life isn't like a box of chocolates, and when you plan ahead, you know exactly what you'll get. Don't believe me try it out, tired of reading walk it out.
This Blog made me feel better, I'm no longer under the weather. There's still a few reasons I'd cry. I'm not Ginuwine, so it ain't mom and dad. Tre passe, so corny, what a fad. Ni Hao, ja te ame.
Good night all, I'm hitting the sack, long day manana.
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WOW, I would really love to hear this at an open mic night! Have you done that? It's flowing so uniquely. You've got writing skills and it's apparent in this post. I'm a poetress and I've got some stuff tucked away but my real job pays the bills (smile)
ReplyDeleteYou've got a gift and thanks for sharing it with passtionate writers like myself.
Thanks additionally for visiting my blog and looking forward to getting to know you.
Love, peace and blessings.
In my spare time, I like to read people's past post.... so I'll be a frequet flyer.
Thank you, I'm glad you liked it. When I Write I tend to blank out, and words flow. What I come up with in the end may not be art on some peoples scale, but it's uniquely me... RG3
ReplyDeleteI have books tucked away, I would love to post them all, and I am currently trying to gather strength enough to speak at an open mic. I hope I can one day. Patience is a virtue, being laid back is a personality trait, but I'm afraid my shyness is a hindrance...
Thank you for reading...
Men who tear up r HOTT!!! I love when there balling crying on there wedding day... Love this poem.. But ummm..... it sounds a lil too deep 4 me. do i need to take out the hammer??
ReplyDeleteOMG, I love the flow and your word play. I'm glad you let out what was bothering you. Keeping it in can really hurt you, and keep you from moving on.
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