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She’s Watching You
There is a woman that I know,
Sometimes she’s friend, sometimes she’s foe.
She’s visted me a time or two,
To remind me that she’s informed of all I do.
Her teeth are sharp, and her nails are long.
Her reach is far, and her grip is strong.
It doesn’t matter where you are,
She’ll reach you by bus, she’ll reach you by car.
At times I have wished her upon another.
For a short or long stay, one or the other.
Her magical powers I’ve prayed to share,
With others who deserve her mystical fare.
She certainly can change your life.
She can fill it with agony, shame and strife.
Other times she brings happiness, joy, and fun.
It just depends on the things you have done.
She’s bold, she’s large, she’s far and wide.
She’s the sun, the moon, the Earth, the tide.
So live your life like someone is watching all you do,
Because one day, Karma, is going to get you too.
#karma #bitch #watching #watchingyou #getyou
To the One I Left,
I'm sorry that things turned out like this. I thought we were meant to be together, but now, we're so far apart that I don't even know what you're doing. Did you ever finish your degree? Did you ever move back to your home country? I wish I could have stayed in contact long enough to know that you're safe and happy. I'm sorry that I hurt you, but you also hurt me too. But I still miss your friendship even after these few years. I'm sorry I was so selfish, and I'm sorry that my apology is still just another selfish thing for me to write. But this is my chance to forgive myself for the things I've done wrong. How I treated you was one of those things. How I hid you was another. I'm truly sorry for how things ended up. Maybe someday we'll be friends again.
Cheater
I didn't believe you could cut so deep. I thought you cared for me. But you didn't just stab me in the back. You twisted the blade and tore it through my heart.
Your pretty lies infected me. I was sick with your love. I let your disease consume me. I lost myself in the dark.
In the shadows I wandered. You must have thought I was forever gone. I have good night vison, you know.
Do you think my friends would betray me like you did? Did you think I would always go to those without a heart? Do you think I always trust monsters like you?
Darling, I'm no angel, I guess we're both liars, huh?
I took the knife you gave me. I sharpen it on the edges you made in me. I can be a killer too.
I loved you. Now I'll show you what you did.
The sweetest words hold the strongest venom. Let's see how you like having fangs in your back. Remember, sweetie, you chose this.
Go Outside
If you’re feeling trapped, isolated, alone,
Go outside.
Away from all humans and our creations.
Just jump into untouched nature.
Listen to the birds sing.
The insects hum and buzz.
And the sound of a warm breeze through thick green leaves.
The trickle of water from a spring or the deluge of winter floods hammering down an ancient river bed.
Realise it’s not just us.
It’s not reliant on us.
It can survive perfectly fine without us.
Some might argue; it would be better off.
Concentrate on the fact that silence is never actually silent, merely a lack of human noise.
And feel alive with the energy all around you, that flows throughout you,
That has been you since the dawn of this planet and will be you until it’s dusk.
You’re never alone.
You’re never isolated.
You’re never trapped.
You’re in the constant company of all that ever was and all that ever will be, eternally.
And you’re never really trapped as there’s never really anywhere else to go, if it’s all already in you and around you.
You just have to go outside,
That’s all.
Out of the prison or those four walls.
Life persists outside.
Unchain yourself from the nonsense of us and see how simple it all really is,
We’ve over complicated survival so a handful can thrive.
But it doesn’t have to be this way.
Just,
Go outside.
Ignore This Message
Ignore the body hanging from the rope,
You’ve got endless boxsets to watch.
Whenever, wherever you want.
Ignore the child’s limb on the hospital floor as they drop another one on the school next door.
You’ve got credit to spend on a car that’ll look perfect in that other world; behind the phone screen.
Ignore the scarred arms of teenage angst, lost in a world with no leaders.
You’ve got king size pizzas and bags of endorphins bigger than your living room to hold back time.
Ignore the fanatic converting for freedom from freedom, aiming his vest at your hometown memorial.
You’ve got pubs and clubs and buckets of booze to sodden your soul out of wondering.
Ignore the baby bedded down for the night on a cardboard cot, full of bites and bitterness, passed down by generations of piss poor prospects, pissed on by suits as they keep passing by.
You’ve got a like for that car, and a burger flown by drone to your door, whilst you wank yourself to death over porn aimed at degenerates, and a bet coming in on the contender you always thought you’d be, not to mention the job.
Not to mention your commitments.
Not to mention your routine.
Not to mention your roots.
Not to mention you.
The cloud of I.
Floating high, above it all.
For we not one.
For you not I.
For all that is, is animalistic pride,
The all seeing eye,
Is focused on I.
Times up.
Say goodbye.
Oh wait,
Ignore this message.
For you’ve got a notification in that other app.
Happiness is waiting there, in just a tap.
Hide this post if you don’t agree.
Shout to the rooftops if we do agree.
Forgive me for my ministry.
But forgive not us.
Move forward.
The way is all around.
Hear it from every pore of this beaten old world.
And not ignore her tears.
She is older than all of this automation and rhyme.
Listen as she howls.
Decaf?
“Something‘s missing. Something‘s wrong.
I used to know where I belong,
but now each day feels like a fight.
Nothing in my life feels right.
My mom tap-dances on my nerves.
My father has this way with words
that makes me feel like I’m a child.
My credit bill is running wild...
And then there’s the environment...
Let’s not start on the President!
My friends are all so self-obsessed,
and my chihuahua is possessed!
My Facebook posts are massive fails,
I’m terrified of vapor trails...
Oh, I just want the world to stop!”
“... Ma’am, this is a coffee shop.”
#therapy #coffee #chihuahua #whatisthepointofthese #challengeoftheweek
Crying
Choking,
Gasping,
Drowning in the desperation
And dark
Deep
Depression.
The tears
Stubbornly
Won’t come.
They’re hovering,
Nearly there.
But
They
Don’t define you.
Tears help
You
g r o W
To become
Something
Better
To what you
Thought
Was even
Possible.
But
The true
Tortureous
Torment
Of tears
Only come
When you truly
Transform.
-Text Copyright (C) 2019 Leigh Rachele Thrompt-
my magenta
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