Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Thursday, September 4, 2008

JEALOUSY - a *short* poem

Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.
~*OSCAR WILDE

I cordially dedicate this to all the haters & fake friends who have entered & exited my life - there are too many to name - my message here is- if you think you hurt me, the truth is, you have done me a favor- obviously you couldn't live up to my standards so you had to remove yourselves from my life.

To clarify: men who just want to f*ck me & dont care about getting to know me- I already have a guy who cares for me deeply & other men who are my true friends - Females who feel threatened by me- I dont know why, I treat everyone the SAME, Im assuming its more your problem than mine, so deal with it.

I dont ask a lot from "friends" - have a good heart, be sincere, kind, & intelligent - think for yourself & dont follow people into the darkness -

I give so much of myself in personal relationships so naturally, I've gotten pickier in order to preserve some QUALITY over quantity - its nothing personal of course, simply a matter of opinion - if you cannot see my positive messages in my writing or in the way I respect all peoples opinions even if they differ from mine- then its best we cut ties, again, nothing personal...

At this point, Im not putting effort into salvaging relationships that NEVER began or fell apart - there is only so much energy we must RESERVE for ourselves, those who really know me, understand this.

Jealousy is YOUR problem
NOT mine:

Your "insecurity" should
Be a crime.

When your bitterness eats
You up inside.

There's nowhere for you to
Hide.

So you project your fears
Onto me-

I refuse to participate in
YOUR self pity-

If you believe I'm weak for
Speaking my mind

I suggest you try it
Sometime

That is if you have anything
Important to say-

My intelligence can out
Wit you any day.

I see right through the
Bull shit!

That's why I keep going
I refuse to QUIT!!!!

Have a nice LIFE;-)
XoXo C*

Some cause happiness wherever they go; others, whenever they go.
OSCAR WILDE

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Beam me up scottie.

Up, up & away.
Candy cane, Mary Jane - its all one in the same:
invincible
Watch my confidence grow: incredible.
Sensations.
Hallucinations. High as a kite.

Shake your ass. Stick it in - make it fast
Theres not too much longer this feeling
Will last- either you take more
Or show yourself to the door.

As you hit your foot to the pavement
You become aware of your enslavement-
There is no power in this powder
Its just your brain turning
Into chowder.

Just as quickly, reality came smashing
Down- this is NOT me...in the light,
Strangers take pity- in the night
You dont feel so shitty.
Shut the f*ck up. Take another hit
Until it makes you forget. Til it
Makes you sick!

Does anyone know the struggle it takes to fight
This thing - the guilt, the shame- nobody
But yourself to blame: life is not meant
To be a game:

It started out so innocent- a one night stand, a helping hand, highly in demand:
no money, no honey.
My mortal mind cant take it anymore.
My morals washed ashore - my spirit shone, broken to the bone.


Im done.
Losing sleep.
Afraid to lose control.
Im not a creep. I deserve unconditional love.

Tough love is heaven sent from above.
If you listen to the angels whisper
Gently into your ear: have no fear.
Be brave. Come back down to earth
Where you have value
Where you have worth.


PS. This a poem I wrote months ago- Im 100% clean today & forever!!!

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

What kind of mother...

What kind of mother puts herself first?
A selfish mother is the worst.

It breaks my heart to see
Crack head mothers
Not just on TV
But in reality.

They say: my baby will save my life
Meanwhile they have nothing
No home or marriage
No man wants to call her his wife.

Is that what we are teaching our children.
To abandon moral & tradition
As if they never existed...
Life's wisdom, totally twisted.

So society foots the bill
For another new pill.
A baby is born addicted to drugs:
Never getting enough hugs.

What kind of woman makes this kind of decision
Fighting all logic & intuition
Knowing whats growing within
Was created in sin.

Im so afraid of being a mother one day
Not knowing how to act
Not knowing what to say
Keeping my spirituality in tact.

All we own is our beliefs
Our values and way of life.
I'd protect my babies
With all my might.

Teach them to be strong-
Know that they are loved
And they belong.

What kind of mother would
Teach their children to sing
Anything but a happy song?