Places of pain
Stake through my heart
My love inside me ripped apart
It’s always the hurt that places the blame
Always some egotistical reasons to name
In times of loss and silence
Sitting in the shadows
Embracing the dark
Faith twisted torn eaten with the devils fork
Uprooted will…..not able to contain, all of this torment
This place of pain~
My Eulogy, My epitaph
Can’t be written
Can’t contain
All the bullshit that Will remain
You know not about silence you have no clue~
You think art a weapon
Used by you?
Ha!
That is funny!
Think your self special my darling My honey~
I can spit out words faster than you think~
Faster than the bottle from ,Which you drink~
Don’t announce yourself to me
Tell me your ~I’m back”~
You’re the fire the lightening, Really is that a fact?
Or more bullshit you concote, Damn what a shock~
Not really your predictable you see?
If I want to see then I will, Otherwise should’ve let it be
Hacking my blog!
Think it’s cool?
All that college all that school, And to think I think you nothing more than a fool~
So you crack a code, Mix a spell,All that shit go to hell~
The jewel you found, Fascinated were you~
But you did see, That I can view, Things unseen, Feel you too~
I have a gift given at birth, Some say a blessing ,I often think it a curse~
So trend your words ,Algorithm and stride ,Get ready my Darling,For your big ride~
I could write and write, Forever you see especially,When it’s about you And me~
I’m lyrically gifted as well its seems, I take one simple word make it a dream……
Or a nightmare to frighten to scare To remind all who know me, Best beware~
There is not another you Know like me, but I know others exist….
I live in the know, Just as the tides ebb and flow~
Some say I’m a Cather of Catherism, no protest! But they do nonetheless~
My Tribe are the shaman, oracles of old.. Catherism….lights shine through the glass of a church like a prism~
Make others wonder how this is so, Art is no weapon!
Ha!
It’s a beautiful dance, It is what I am, What I will always be~
My epitaph~
My Eulogy~
I’m living,You see~
I forgot you know not, Blinded by ego~
A hurt that is fake, You go crawl the earth now, You scorpion snake~
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A life lived for another is no life at all. Be yourself~who are you living for?
There is no reprieve
No procrastination
No forgiveness
Not here
You pay
Everyday
No reprieve
No holding back
No return
There is no reprieve
No understanding
Ignorance
Lack of tolerance
Pain is the fuel
In devils delight
No reprieve
No sabitacal
No leave
What does one think
Drinking the poison
In the mind
So many like this
So many my kind
Keep in step
Forget the time
Remember…..
You pay
Every day
And beauty
And death
Have their way
I’m not gonna chase you not anymore, I’m no longer praying you will Want to walk through My door to stay with me forever more ~
I’m not gonna chase you ,It’s not worth fight Or even the plight I see you now clearly in the light You will no longer invade my mind in the day and the night~
I’m not gonna chase you hoping you’ll see the precious amazing Thing that is me, you’re ignorant can’t you see, oh yeah that’s right you can’t see what is the magic the beauty of me~
I’m not gonna chase you it’s not needed, if this was real because if you felt as I felt you would feel as I feel~
I’m not gonna chase not anyone anymore I’m not gonna be some part time whore trust in this I’m worth much oh so much more
I’m not gonna chase you, Even when I hurt and I pray Eventually someone will see me for the beauty I am, in that moment too I will see the beauty in them~
So when you miss the bits and pieces others miss, remember you allowed me in, as I did you, Thinking somehow you would be true It will be your loss and my ultimate and eventual win~
As the sun rises in the east sets in the west the chase is over time to give it a rest. I know in my heart I’ve bewitched you and swim in your blood invade your thoughts and you will feel lost for testing this game you truly won’t ever be the same, as will I, won’t you see that it’s not really you now it’s really about me~
You’ll never forget me My touch my voice The sweat the heat Especially my name I knew in the beginning the rules of the game But I’m too old for games At this point of my life I don’t need the pressure I don’t need the strife~
I’m not playing this game Not this time around or anytime other, I’m dropping out eventually I’ll find a true forever a real lover, The key that will fit to think I once thought you might have been it~
I’m not a temporary kinda woman, I’m a lady you see, I’m the stick to each other holding hands forever Against the grain of society Making my rules I can’t stand Pre fashioned People they are the fools~
Take heed in what I’m saying to you don’t let your vanity make you a bigger fool all that is vain ,Lives both in and out in the end all fades without a doubt then what are you left? A shell of a man, that couldn’t see once what he had in his hands.
Now go live your life in vain You’re not like me, you’re not the same and trust in this I’ll forget you and your name, you’ll find However you will never forget mine not now or forever Throughout time~
But thanks for the lesson Play chess oh the game I’ll never be the same This is for sure Now watch as I leave As I walk away through The door~
Drama
Fear is collected
Like tiny notes unread in your pockets
Are you afraid to pull each one out and read it?
Will it invoke fear
Causing and provoking Drama to appear?
Self prophetic are we, believe in your fear, it will soon be your reality, or be healthy be strong let there be no fear I don’t collect notes in my pockets un opened, the drama each phrase written appears and it causes you to fear.
My oh my
The drama, negativity and fear.
I live strong. I live as I was called to, although it’s not always sufficient it provides me shelter
You may see me as foolish more like adventurous
Not a dull moment indeed
I am my fathers daughter a hybrid fragmented breed
I don’t carry little notes in my pockets unopened unread
I sure don’t need Your fear near me or my life or even my head
And I sure don’t leave little tiny notes in my pockets unread
Leaving unanswered questions in your head
And all is in your head yet, you still carry tiny notes all tangled and tied up in thread in your pockets unread.
I haven’t written in awhile and soon I will be writing about why. It is called 101 days of Hell~ and in more contemplative thoughts I’m working on how one can achieve happiness alone….. Yes I said happy and alone in one sentence and it feels good~
You Tangle my emotions
Tied them in a knot
Walked out my life leaving my heart to rot
As you slammed the door
I dropped to the floor
Getting stuck in the creases
Edges tathered torn
Grabbing for paper to write a letter….
But I am a typo
On written pages of life
With a message to convey
Not without perplexing one’s views
Part of the glitch
Some call me a bitch
Others a whore
Some say they need nothing more
I complete them
Impossible you see
If I can’t complete you
How the hell do I complete me
Tangled tied ripped upart, yet I’m still alive
Often I wonder is it chaos and tragedy on which I thrive
it’s all I know it’s how I survive go figure
Preemptive I suppose
I leave first
You silver tongue devil
You had me almost
But all of my life I stood by
With hope learning to cope
No more
Preemptive I am
Strike you down
Out of my sight
Purged from my mind
You can come to look
You will not find
Preemptive in love
Just as in war
I am a missile
I reach out so far
I’ll tear down your defenses
I close in on you all around
Slash your heart first
Never again it’s now
A curse
Laid upon me long ago
A trust can be broken only so many times
Am I confused unable to see
I breed in you and you breed in me
And we also bleed too!
Your deceit
Is a pool of my blood around your feet
My blood, my scars
No one can never cross far over my lines
Drawn in a particular way
So when I am done
I have the say
Preemptive
I can’t even make it a month
Thinking of what could be us
I see to much fault
You are not what I thought
Characteristics you portray
Soon fade away
So I jump out
Leaving you quickly
I can’t conceive
Why you can’t perceive
That I am no longer shackled
By love or sex
Well I’d like to think
Mortal coil craves
I’m human
I have my days
I’m preemptive
You wonder how you let go the best
It’s not you
It’s not a test
So go on your way
Give it a rest
Wait what did I just say?
Preemptive dear Darlin dear
Now feel the fate as it draws near~
Bipolar Tapestry~Poetic Thoughts 