I don’t have the time to WASTE Of all the days: NOT TODAY! WASTEd time I cannot face. I cannot WASTE my time today! I’ll Lose the Saving of my Face, Vilify my self-disgrace; I must not NOW procrastinate With all this time I seem to WASTE! WASTE-ing time on every day! I ONLY have myself to blame For WASTE-ing time in such a way! Apparently I’ve lost all Trace Of All I planned to do and say Before REFUSE-ing out the WASTE, Causing me to turn up late As All Whose Time was spent to WASTE Abandoned Plans fucksaked away By My Selfishly-Delayed Payment for the Time You Paid. About this Price I Never Paid? I Spent It All on WASTE Today; You were Patient All the Same, And Never Bothered to Complain.
I used to be a Somebody Who’s now content as Nobody She sits around and speaks in Rhyme To herself for ALL the time. Does she burn with growing madness? Or are Much Words a sign of Gladness? I will never understand; I’m just the owner of the Hand.
You think your secrets Terrify Though I have not a clue to Why; You think I can’t exist without It Tears me up then brings me Home. Home to find You in my bed, Dreaming of a Love so dead To You, it has been quenched of Fire. Once convinced to burst in Flame, Now Inspiring Cold-to-touch Weaponry to thwart Desire And Broken, grasp at Any Crutch.
That Girl Right there is One Cool Bitch. That Bitchy girl? What a Bitch! You don’t have to even Bitch About that Girl Cause she’s a Bitch. Bitchy Girls Don’t Like to Bitch, Play Kiss & Tell, Drink Tea then Spill It: That’s a “Heartless Bitch.” Say you’ll always stay a bitch Cause each of us is “One Tough Bitch!”
I’m no trust fun babe; I’ll have to trust, Trust at least, Or at least enough, To trust the reason You’re with Me Isn’t because you believe I’m a tree in full spring leaf Growing stores of EverMoney. Didn’t Mama tell You, Honey? You don’t wanna Gal who’s Made of Money! They fend and cope like No One Else. And even just the Rich at Heart ALWAYS set themselves Apart By the Way They Love Themselves❣️ So I must trust for US “What’s Best?” Is: Grow your Money for Yourself!
For the very life of me Can’t fathom why my Poetry Rhymes so Annoyingly, And also so Consistently; My brain delivers words this way, So why vex myself ‘bout anything When rhyming stays Inside one’s head; it just won’t leave? It’s sounds like Words stuck on “Repeat,” In sing-song waters, lull to sleep You, Where I bite subtle-y And drag you to My Waters Deep So dark that you will never see My face as I Commence to Feast, Consume your Focus momentarily.
So Won’t You spare a Byte for Me?
(Thanks to tracts4free.wordpress.com for the photo – always fond of a fellow WordPresser)
I have so much I’d like to share But fear that I can’t do it there Or HERE where there’s so many folks I’ve known in life from different zones, Whether short or very long. Or only in short time zones, But here lies the rub for me: It’s become quite stifle-ing, Fretting that I’m clogging feeds. Now I don’t feel fully free Somehow to spill out so much grief, Dark and dirty feelings,too, Constantly in verse on you, So I’ve built up a separate place To house the words whose sound Would only serve to displease you; Sadly, it’s where the best Poems are found. So I’ve got a big request of you. I really hate to ask it, too; It breaks me up into more grief, But also ushers in relief; Freedom’s all I ask you see, Just Feeling Free, creatively. Don’t wanna fret ‘bout clogging feeds Or offending you with written reads, So if you know me personally, And THAT’S why you opt to follow me, Please kindly only follow me Unless prepared to CLEARLY SEE, Filter’s gone now permanently, ALL My videos and poetry. And for the record: Though I ask, I really only write for ME.
Don’t find in me the Guts to Face Witnesses to my disgrace; So much effort Saving Face; It’s become a Scary Place. Masks contain your Steely Gaze; I feel it when I’m feeling Fake, Right here on this Book of Face.