One Bad Day
One bad day in a bad week at the end of a bad year, Sat alone in an empty flat with an empty bottle of beer.
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One bad day in a bad week at the end of a bad year, Sat alone in an empty flat with an empty bottle of beer.
A lone gent sits on the bench, His face remains unnoticed, He blends casually into the crowd. Nothing about him is remarkable, His movements and actions are silent.
It's greed, A need for speed, Smokin weed, Sowing seed, Wasted, Like some something rancid you tasted. Lose your friends, kids, family fun time, Choosing a life of drink, drugs and crime.
The Heart You Made Bloom So close came I to embracing my bane. So close came I to extinguishing flame. Gathered my poisons to me, near at hand. Needed only be heeded; that unholy command.
#beginningline. #nightdwellers. Her heart distorted frantically,. In the eerie night air,. She couldn't look away,. For the Prince held her stare,. In the misty night he stood,.
Ben- Ben is a complex figure. He has to be intuitive. I'm not really sure why he's the way he is when it comes to my religion. I don't really understand how he knew.
He held his right thumb out, blunt and naked and bare onto the incoming traffic. The trees around him saw it. The towering mountains surrounding him glared down.
Have you ever been in one of those situations where things could have easily gone differently. You know, those times when looking back on it you were really lucky to survive.
In the park, a few blocks from the shopping centre, and a few blocks from the library, was a bench. It was a very old, worn down bench.
So beautiful. Total disregard of her own feelings she fights to understand and help. A selfless understatement, though never fully appreciated, never truly noticed. So beautiful.
Dusty old man with his trousers, torn, Sits on the steps of the church , forlorn, The pain on his face matches the cut on his wrist, Where it looks like a watch, once may have exist, His shirt...
Well, late one night, she started to cry, And thought he ain’t coming home, She was tired of the fight and the lies, But she didn’t want to see him go.
#bestofopuss Not my best, but my favorite. Every year Since the age of twelve Steven had done something on his birthday for his late parents.
A revision of my earlier post "Recently". Man I really needed to try harder. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Some dark things I see Remind me I'm not alone. We all run for cover and hide From the demons in our home.
Left alone in a corner of a room, depression seems to always loom. Mistakes often come to revisit the gloom, my repeated sins in this dark room.
Let there be no evil upon you. Regardless of what you've heard. And despite everything I've said. I still wish the best for you. absit omen . Where you now lie.
I'm look'n @ this man in the mirror. And I don't like the image. Regretting things I did bad. I swear I never meant it. I'm try'n to change my ways. Mike I know. I always say that. Til I'm betrayed.
Scrooge was a nasty old man, Who upon seeing children ran, He hated the festive spirit, Wanted nothing to do with it, Lived according to his 'big plan'.
Finally Divorced The day I met her it was amazing. Who would of thought that out of everyone alive, at this very moment she would choose me.
#colour. #acorns. The luscious Ruby Dazzler was a stripper of repute. And she spent her evenings dressed in her birthday suit. She really was a beauty, best of 'em by a mile.
When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Join me here At the precipice of hell I've saved a seat for you Ignore the burning flesh smell Your seat is warm In fact you might say that it's hot There have been other occupants All of whom now...
Laid broken on the floor, Face smashed pretty no more. Lost and forgotten, this little doll, Unable to move, a tortured soul. But a stoke of luck came her way, Her years of torture ended that day.
#halloweenparty (sort of). There's always that one doorbell that no kid will press. That house where the curtains haven't moved in twenty years and no less.