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Parsimonious

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"So hot headed,

but heavy is the hand

that is kept from raising.

Which,

 

being how soft

the surface below 

it would fall upon,

it is al and well

 

no hand was raised,

indeed,

but there is no praise 

for such common sense.

 

Uncommon men

and situations

make for comics 

and comical accusations,

 

life's a joke

so sometimes I laugh at it,

but this time around

I keep frowning.

 

So here it is,

laid on the table

the meal made,

with much forethought.

 

And in the end,

all it causes is heat,

feet stomping,

no use for a cooler,

 

all around fire is sprayed

and it keeps trying

to catch, 

skin not lit.

 

Whatever the reason,

be it power or to tower above,

stepping in increases rage,

decreases range.

 

Within striking distance,

add more fuel to the fire

burning deep inside,

taught to never lay a finger

 

on the fairer sex,

but the moment tests all control,

reveal, resist,

total consequence in the rearview.

 

SLew of words,

which hold meaning

spoken out of love or anger,

babble dipping into ears

 

is all tuned out;

been inside my head for hours

already.

So you go,

 

but not before raising your own hand,

no pain felt with the blow,

no weight to it.

But damned if the point isn't realized,

 

asked to leave 

only to come once I'm gone,

leaving my abode vandalized.

How dissapointing.

 

An anger so roasting

kept cool with a conversation

with a friend, 

longboarder, car hoarder,

 

keeps one in check

before diving into a bitter 

back-and-forth.

The bitter look

 

thrown with an intense glare

with one more pass,

feeling sick to the stomach,

but if one wants,

 

just ask.

I can be more specific.

Penurious of kindness,

parsimonious of respect."

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Parsimonious, not to insult anyone's intelligence, is to be stingy; to be witholding (usually of money). Something that you have, but decide not to give, or spend, or show. Being parsimonious is a common reaction to many a great painful events in our lives. But maybe it shouldn't be. For once.

Karma will stop your flow! 2015

Karma will stop there flow 2015

 

 

some people are nice just like they aught to be

then there are others who will drop you to your knee

and the ones that are mean make your life feel like a show

but they better watch out or Karma will stop there flow

you see no one really gets away with anything now an days

because in the end they will have bad luck in everyway

its bad people who ruin it and stoop so very low

but soon they will see that Karma will stop there flow

like that old coyote who always tries to catch road runner

cuz in the end its the road runner who will always be the winner

when one is always mean and has a forked toungue

its they who will eat there words and be left to get hung

so if you dont stop your evil ways you will never really know

the joy of true friendship cuz Karma will stop your flow.

 

 

                               zoeycup16

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i wrote this one cuz i believe we all have that one person in our lives who we have seen karma work its magic, well i have and it was beautiful to see them get there comupance hope you like it.

                 zoeycup16.

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*Just Disappear*

 

 October.5.2000

 Trisha Barrek Hopkins

 

I wish you would just disappear

From my life

And never come back never reappear

I dont care how you go 

Use a pill or even a knife

 

Give me my freedom

Let me learn wrong from right 

Give me a chance

To make my own mistakes 

I really don't want to fight

Be real stop being fake

How dare you kick me out 

With just a shirt and pants

With all your yelling

There's no need to shout 

 

I hate your attitude

I hate the way you treat me 

I hate when you change your mood

Why can't you see

Your always rude

Just let me free

 

You look stupid the way you stand 

All tough and Mr. big shot

You think your the boss the man

But your ugly

Your head steamin your attitude hot 

 

Let me do what I want to do 

To go where I want to go 

To get away from you 

To see people you don't know 

 

Do me a favor

Just disappear

I don't care go away

With a stupid razor

It's your face I don't want to see

And your voice I never again want to hear

Just let me free

Don't give me that stupid stare

 

Let me be me 

You made my life rough

The world let me explore 

Why can't you see

I had enough

I don't want your attitude anymore 

 

 

Copyright

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I was mad when I wrote this. Alot was going on. I don't feel this way any more.

Irrepressible Sadness

I wake up and think about when I had you next to me

I drive and think of when you wanted to come with.

 

I try to work, and remember the fun we had painting together.

I try to shed tears yet my eyes have no moisture left

So I choke from my tear ducts taking moisture from my throat.

 

I go through each day hoping to see you, wanting to hold you

Just wanting to talk, and longing for your touch again.

I need you in my life more than blood to flow through my heart.

 

You promised never to leave

Although from the start I knew you would.

 

I tried to part then, to avoid this pain again.

You stopped me and held me, and said you’d never go.

 

I said that I couldn’t believe that, since I had been so heartbroken before

You promised again, blocking the door

…and I believed you.

 

Swore up and down that you were there to Stay

Even signed it in blood, you would not go away

…and I believed you.

 

Yet where are you now, in my time of need?

Where are you now, as I sit here and bleed?

 

Have you ever really cared?...Will anyone, Can anyone truly care?

For another human being, as the way I have and still do.

 

I dined you and fed you the best that I could,

And wanted to buy you the life of your dreams.

But you wanted more than my life could give.

So you chose to leave me in search of one finer.

 

And now we don’t speak, nor even write words

Because of the choices to remain unheard.

 

Yet try as I might to show you my love,

I have no other option but accepting you leave.

 

You came to my life as an Angel to save.

Yet left me with a dagger still burning in my heart.

small, medium or large?

 

*

 

 

 it isn't that 

 

anyone's mind 

 

is being read

 

that  just isn't possible

 

same as blue 

 

isn't red

 

*

 

but it's because

 

when you're close

 

to the universe's needs

 

what you ask will 

 

be answered

 

wrapped up gently

 

in love's seeds

 

 

*

 

 

patience must be learned

 

the guidance can be thin

 

you can't rush it you have to wait

 

for it to surface from within

 

 

*****

 

 

9:46 AM 7/6/2013

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

what some mediums say

pitiful

the need

 

to be ugly 

 

to get

 

attention

 

 

to be pathetic

 

out of grief

 

for lives

 

destroyed

 

 

i've known

 

comatose

 

with more 

 

intelligence

 

 

 

 

 

 

2:16 AM 7/6/2013 ©

 

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

pitiful

I Feel ( A Song Not A Poem )

I feel the urge
to burst
into lots of flames
and my heart will crumble
and thunder would rumble ooh ooh

Verse 1:
I would always feel teardrops
landing on my bare cheeks
And I would feel sad and mad
And angry at myself ELL ELFF

Chorus:
I feel the urge
to burst
into lots of flames
and my heart will crumble
and thunder would rumble ooh ooh

Verse 2:
I'll wake up early in the morning
And my pillow would be soaked
My eyes will be blurry
And my nose will be red

I've had enough of everything
Of everyone
And all of the drama
Because I feel
Like I am nothing

And I get up and get knocked down

And you break and break
Me over and over
And I get back up
And you still break and break
Me over and over AGAINNN

Chorus:
I feel the urge
to burst
into lots of flames
and my heart will crumble
and thunder would rumble ooh ooh

ITS NOT FINISHED YET!

COPYRIGHTED ( IS MADE BY: HANNA ROBINS ) PLEASE DONT COPY, I PUT ALOT OF EFFORT INTO THIS!!!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This song is about anger and reality. If you feel down or up, read this poem! Make sure to comment! Thanks!

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