Misbelief

Rules;
1) No flat out insulting
2) Two entries per poet
3) No commenting or complimenting on poems in thread
4) Under 300 words

These People

I have been in these people's shoes
The ones you talk about.
I've been the one to butt into
A conversation just to shout.

I know where they come from,
But at the same time no, I don't.
I really wish I knew what comes
Of the comments said that hurt.

It seems to me
These people here
That argue just because

Are people
Who are people
Defending what they believe
Is just.

Thanks for the entry Vix!

Fuck You    


Things I said
got twisted
then mis-read
you listened
and got fed
bullshit , ran through your head .

Looking behind
the scenes
booking flights
away from me
the wrong was right
from across the sea
my days
your nights
mis-understandably
ended the fight
it wiped out the light
unable to defend myself
unaware of my plight
you'd swear black was white
reading text
between the lines
mentality stretched
to sanity tight
as it wasn't really there
it existed in your mind
but now I couldn't care
so fuck you and goodnight .  

mistakes are often made
hurt feelings define the prices paid
but if people would only mind their own business
but thats the flaw of being human i guess
rather its the flaw of being a hater
when 1 attacked goodest they all wanted to be participaters
but after 1 fell & then another & another
out of nowhere they wanted to censor a brother
they just couldnt handle it i guess
& as i move on they are stuck in awe like all the rest....lol

Stuck inbetween the movie screen..
I know of an aspiring actor..
master at running his mouth
verbal waste crafted doubt..
without a pot to piss in
hissin' kuntry' songs .
"Can't we all just get along?"
Ma and Pa dining on deer..
While I just revel here..
In my happy place..
A disgrace..
Just can't seem to save face..
Blues clues holes in my shoes..
mail time. hit the hay..
Not me i think i'll stay
and pray that god will save.
Me, Myself, And I!!!

Two Cents

Keep your two cents it can't pay my rent
It don't pay my bills so it wasn't well spent
Why you're always depositing in my piggy bank
When you're the one running on an empty tank
Running out of gas trying to stay in my lane
Stop worrying about mine maybe you can maintain
I'll let you know when I need spare change
Stay out of my business it's out of your range
Save up enough and you'll get a whole dollar
I got my own shadow get yours off my collar
Two cents could probably buy you a brand new life
Spare me the drama I don't need the strife
Wasn't talking to you so excuse yourself
I didn't ask for two cents put it back on the shelf
Me and my lover had financial problems
You thought two cents was going to solve them
My lover had forgot that the rent was due
A penny for his thoughts he don't need two
I handle his finances yes I'm the expert
I don't want pennies picked up from the dirt
You insist loaning it to me then I have to pay you back too
Keep your two cents they're only benefiting you

.:Spell bound to F.A.I.L.


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it’s almost maddening...it is
mad men looking like everyone else; stealth
looking over their shoulders reaching into holsters
a few exceptions here & there where
one or more they just stare; you know
like that underling or that undersecretary
or the town watcher watching out for the spellbound
those under or overachieving ones
or that one…or that two or three
or that pertinent or unimportant few not at all believing
just led in; put into play for retrieving
led by the one; that one who on occasion
that one who on occasion can't see the writing on the wall
a blinding setup wherein we’re all bound to fall

spellbound..

Foolish
Agents
Increasing the
Lunacy

meanwhile the bruises come in twos & threes
the ones; we too often refuse to see
no one knows the intricacy
let alone the complexity of the hurt that’s felt
how the tragedy; how it  endures

but we just can't let go

so the tragic; they just get done-in where
common sense loses interest
evolving into more of the senseless
another death or those attempted deaths...
the ones snatching breathes
the ones seen as new-found emergencies
where with each squeeze of a trigger
there’s a satisfaction where the neurosis grows bigger
larger with each passionate press ::their release
pressing onward with another spring-loaded lesson
the tension...keeping the paranoid confused
the up tick of that nine-eleven score
still unsettled; searching for that Perfect 10
always coming up guessing...to do it again

yet who hears the so-called martyrs?
their song sung deep down within their bowels
deep in the gut of an abysmal relevance
their reverence to the tragic
and to them it makes perfect sense
opinions granted, but most slanted...imperfect
trudging along to a tone-deaf cadence
blindly following while chasing...running after
the erupting lilt of their next explosion
all of it a distortion
as humanity's erosion sorely festers
sitting alongside elongated tables
the kind with patrons short on clear answers.








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photo: jesse wright

Laughing At The Fact

All I did was laugh so why you felt pain?
Very insecure but yet very vain
To think you was the topic of my private discussion
I laughed at a joke you're worked up over nothing
Calm down relax it's not that deep
You won't be in my thoughts at night when I sleep
A joke has caused such a chain reaction
Penalized for doing something natural as laughing
I'm sure you laughed before at some point in your lifetime
Waste my laughter on you? You're not in your right mind
I don't recall you saying anything funny
My friend told the joke not you big dummy
It isn't a crime to find something amusing
You can laugh but I can't I find that confusing
Freedom of speech is my first amendment right
My expression of joy shouldn't cause us to fight
Unless you had an issue with me all along
Which is really messed up because I did nothing wrong
Remember that!
Just stating the facts