From darkness deep inside
Can’t fake my favorite lie
That never do I cry
Pain always in my eyes
My salted tears belie
The truth I can’t deny:
I often want to die
Cut these cloying ties
Whisper my goodbyes
Leave you all behind
Finally free to fly
Weightless, I’ll soar high
A new star in the sky
Forever burning bright
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My of sheen of green is shiny, and ravishing.
My words: luxe, lavishing, and vanishing.
My time on Life’s stage is encrusted with age:
The sand in my glasses picks up speed and
Passes away once turned the wrong way.
I don’t like the play, my role, or the silent lines
I’m forced to say, though I never signed on a
Dotted line nor received a compensatory sum
For the years and lines of verse I’ve written for
The famous guy who never lit my sky.
Now, some way and how, I always find I opine
I aways want to know why stars don’t fly.
Perhaps they’re not high? Or shy?
I see the past, and stars aren’t as shiny or kindly.
How did a once priestly fellow become so beastly,
And yellow but not mellow? I don’t know,
But it’s late and I’ve spent the day doing
What I hate with WHOM I hate, the “friend”
In possession of a Failure to Communicate.
I called this man of mystery ancient history,
But he now refuses to listen to me.
So I’ve spent over two years and oceans of
Tears for the lonely boy who didn’t kiss me.
Still, I’m tortured when I imagine the phantom
Who causes me disgrace and disguises his face.
I can’t find a hiding place in my brain, and I can’t
Explain my complex quandary of constant pain.
I’m too wet from my daily regret and salty rain
From orchestrated events to provoke situations
Personally designed simply to cause me pain.
A friend condemned me to this end, so I’m sure
I appear hopeless, copeless, and deranged.
I’ve been imprisoned by a puppeteer for 3 years;
A guy I love, but dignity dictates I now must hate. -
ECLIPSED BY A MISSED KISS WHEN
MY TWIN FLAME BURST INTO FAME 🔥🎬
Lately, I’ve become possessed with Acting,
A fact with no faking I like the play, my role,
Or the unknown lines I’m forced to say, though
I never signed on a dotted one nor received a sum
For the years and lines of verse I’ve written for
A famous guy who never lit my sky.
Now, i need to know how and why stars don’t fly.
Perhaps they’re not high, mighty, or kind?
I see the past, and stars aren’t shiny or shy.
So why did a once priestly fellow become so
Beastly and yellow, but not peacefully mellow?
I don’t know, it’s late and I’ve spent my day
Doing WHAT I hate with WHOM I hate,
My only “friend” in constant possession of
A wicked case of “Failure to Communicate.”
I call this man of mystery “ancient history,”
But he refuses to listen to me.
So I’ve spent over two years and oceans of
Tears for a lonely boy who never kissed me.
Still, I’m tortured when I imagine the phantom
WHO didn’t rock my opera, but WHO causes
ME disgrace by disguising HIS face.
I can’t find a hiding place in my brain to
Outsource the pain of being proclaimed
And disdained within such a quick time frame,
It blends and spins but never ends.
It’s now been nearly 3 years, but I can’t locate
My intended soul mate as dignity dictates.
Still, it’s a crying shame I’ve been blamed
For such a wicked game!
My perpetrator’s a hater and infiltrator
Who deserves to be defamed, though
I fear to state his revered name, since
Fans may fan his flames for fame.
I’m not the same since he came to me,
And though I’m no fan of the man,
No other souls believes he would love me.
Still, I won’t Kill Bill or forget what I so regret:
Our missed kiss on unsteady but ready lips.
Now I’ll I always miss my faulty ignition for
My lost recognition of my once TWIN FLAME. -
FREEZE-FRIED BY INDIFFERENCE 🥵
Temps are too extreme to wrestle,
And since you’re committed to kill,
I have a mortar & pestle that will.
It kills by grinding pounds of flesh
Until ground into mounds on grounds
Full of contagions and far from fresh.
I prefer the death it tolls to the sound
Of drowning in the violence of silence
And indifference, not even love or hate.
So, I can barely wait until my Dying Date❣️
Why? There’s no need to consult the skies
When the answer’s clear in your clouded eyes:
You’re an affront and a front of an arctic blast
So cruel, fast, hot, cold, and whiplash crass,
You freeze-fried this disaster-harassed lass‼️ -
TOO TOUCHÉ TO BE CLICHE
I’m wiling to lose face
Building a name for myself,
Pursuing my wildest dreams,
Refusing to abandon them,
While pursuing my passion.
Barely resulting in my 15 Minutes
Of [low-rent] Fame; only to burn out
Before fading from the public view
As time goes on, passing through
The Earth rotating ‘round the Sun
For too many Moons, but once done.
I’ll put the “Opt” out of “Optional”
When I submit to fate and drift into
Obscurity while public displayed
As a Scapegoat who paid a blood sacrifice
To tell a Cautionary Tale about life in hell
Which failed to achieve box office success;
A lackluster ball buster, but no Blockbuster.
I’ll serve as the Damned Yankee, the vamp
Who sets you on fire while hating but
Embracing the entire Journey with
“Open Arms,” even though it causes harm.
What else can an unclued ingenue do?
You can’t fault a girl for engaging in a quest
For questions unanswered until the violence
Of their silence finally cancers her.
So please heed my warning each morning:
All monkeys remain in mourning, and not
A single one is a barrel of laughs 🙈😢 -
THE “EVIL” IN THE “D-EVIL” 👹👺
The cloven-footed one refused to run
Or be cast out when I Iast “Wigged Out.”
The Beast pigged out all the same,
Laughing like my life is a Game!My reputation is now stained with
Undisputed claims like this:
I’ve been disrobed like Job,
Stripped naked like Eve,
Forsaken and taken,
Ripped, torn, and shaken,
Stirred, unheard, and striped
Like the Christ, though no souls know
Of holes I’ve stowed which never show.I’ll tell you all you don’t want to know:
Souls don’t see what I don’t show,
Since the act of sharing proves caring,
A virtue universally known for scaring
Innocents with a swift death.So, should you try to hide alive inside
From the bloodshed in the woodshed,
I’ve bitten, written, and bled my answer
To your question about the digestion of
Pulp and sinew in hues I used on
Fingers which lingered when dipped in
Died in blood red, warning of events
Fate can’t prevent and won’t dare
Anyone of anywhere of since, as
I’ve played, pled, and already said
From on high and deep down low:YOU DON’T WANT TO KNOW‼️
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FLY OR DIE WITH ME
I’m a Lonesome Dove
Who’s searching for love
With Another Soul,
But it’s taken quite a toll
On my un-whole heart.
Sadly, new Begins require
Lots of Ends, and it’s been
So long, I can’t see the middle
Within that’s packed with sin!
It makes secret lovers of
Far too many men, and
And I’ve gotten sick of
Every last one of them!
So, like Whitney said,
I’m saving all my love
For no one tonight in bed,
Ghosted by white YOU instead!
You’re not right in the head, so
At leasts all ghosts are dead, but
I dread your shade is blood red‼️
YOU need to work on YOURSELF
Before coming back to fly high
In scarlet and starlit skies
With your long-suffering whore
Who doesn’t love you anymore.
Our nest-bed has become too
Boring and restful to mud wrestle.
But, still, our days aren’t special
Because we sleep too much, eat too
Much, don’t go out, and do not touch!
My God, but you are such a lout,
I SIMPLY NEED TO GET YOU OUT!!
