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The Gnome

Oh, god! Here I'm

Right back!

In front of you,

Ready to be redeemed

Me, the twin-legged little monster

your magnificiant creation

long long ago

To swallow

the shadows of wealth

To gulp

the shadows of love n hate

To glut

your beloved creations on earth

To gorge

everything in this world

and the other world

The Gnome of shadows!

Of shadows only!!

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A Recipe for Happiness

Find the darkness in your days,

and kill it in the silent nights,

then let others notice and say,

your shine has gone up to what heights.

 

Yet don't be done with what you have,

just spread your wings and jump to fly,

there's much you have done yesterday,

there's more you have to do tonight.

 

When you watch the tables turn,

and god takes test at every turn,

the...

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Ugly beauty

You are the one
Who sees ugly things in
beautiful ones
You are the one
who sees beautiful things
in ugly ones
You are beautiful
and ugly also

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Another Train Song

Standing on the platform, waving goodbye to yesterday’s train.
Perhaps you wanted to feel you had a little bit of control.
You’re saying you hope that train never comes back again.

 A peripatetic pretense helps to ease the pain.
It’s a phantom journey, but no one has to know.
Standing on the platform, waving goodbye to yesterday’s train.

You collected yourself, stood erect, and hoped to ...

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Charles Bukowski (Way He Writes)

Charles Bukowski

   Charles Bukowski was quite a character. Bukowski relied on experience, emotion, and imagination in his work, using direct language and violence and sexual imagery. Many people found his writing offensive. He writes with a nothing-to-lose truthfulness which makes him different from most writers. Bukowski was very much into alcohol, sex and even violence. Bukowski went to scho...

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Close to the Flames

I stood outside the gates of Hell,

Ready to dive headlong into flame,

But you put your hand on my shoulder,

Turned me toward you and kissed my face.

You held me tightly against you and promised

You’d protect me for all eternity.

You assured me I was one of the good ones,

And I never should have been in this place.

You led me from the depths to a softer light,

And we lay,...

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Twenty Ways to Ruin a Poem

It’s best to sneak up on the reader.

Change the meter,

Change the rhyme,

Change the tone,

Or change the subject.

Try to do something unexpected,

Like confessing a crime

Or secret perversion,

Even in a

Short poem.

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To Define a Thing

He broke her spirit when he declared

He didn’t even know what love is.

She had only asked a simple question

As she planned her own future.

Whilst he resisted closing his options,

He never noticed how open hers were.

She awaited his answer as her suitors

Sat on the sidelines biding their time.

 

He pretended he didn’t understand

The comfort of constant companionship

...

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Surgeon

He dissected them

I donned rubber gloves

and pulled apart their organs

trying to understand

how it was

that I was any better than them

or even

any different.

—–

He loved the distance a pen could create

offering the safety of clinical observation

placing him behind the Plexiglas

and far above

so that he appeared clean and professional

all the while taking g...

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Her Eyes Are My Camera

With the world out of focus
Life seems more contorted
As truth becomes distorted
I am disfigured; sight is aborted

Her eyes are my camera
Focused on the ground
Your eyes are my camera
How can I fall down
How can I fall now

Lost, confused, direction gone
A soul again lacerated
People appear more perforated
I am dismembered; sight is obliterated

Her eyes are my camera
Focused on ...

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Til Morning Light

{Til Morning Light}


I've doubted my

happiness along

awaiting for my newer

sins til morning light

and as I rewrite all

of my stories and

compete with my

never-ending ends

that seems to never

be ending for me daily 

and I don't have time

for no imposters

because I will only

fade away at the

rumbling watery

morning light while

rewriting all my new

...

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Tortured Metaphor

The idea for this poem was to have Metaphor itself tied to a chair and tortured with bad writing. I have a feeling the bad writing comes through, but the meta-metaphor and overall conceit for the poem may be lost. But I guess writing is, in a sense, experimental, even if it isn't falsifiable. So, whatever, here is the poem.

Tortured Metaphor

 

Every rendition begins with shackles,

And ...

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Shirley

 

Sometimes sweet, sometimes sour
Heart is put into everything
I try to be a good person
Really love my family
Lets things pile up
Everyday struggles with depression
Yet keep trying

 

 

 

 

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{Evil Venom}

{Evil Venom}

 


Your venom is like an evil

wicked snake knocking

at the door saying let me

in because I am the devil

and as I try to run from

the devil knocking at the

door because I can't

escape myself it's like

holding a shotgun to my

head and pulling the trigger

while blowing my brains

out all over you pussy ass

bitches while saying hot

damn you hav...

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Love

{Love} 


Love isn't easy to do 


Love can be a nightmare

that follows you

throughout your life 


Love can rip your heart

apart if you trust in

someone who says or

claims that they love you

when in fact they don't

or never did 


Love is a tangible

unmistakable hurtful

lie of your life 


Love can leave one down

in the dumps when

someone rips your

...

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NOTHING MUCH FOR MINORS BY SAHAJ SABHARWAL

"NOTHING MUCH FOR MINORS"

 

Minors are those less than eighteen, 

As they don't have knowledge in keen.

 

They don't have a driving licence,  

As don't have driving sense.

 

Minors are given just pen and page, 

Their life is not more than a cage. 

 

Holiday is not given even on sundays,

As their age is negligible for fundays.

 

Parents are worried not to g...

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Calling Bluff

The shadows are getting smaller

You’re unable to continue to hide

You have as much luck as the cold caller

When your debt is paid, things will again be right

 

You’re on the way to misery

Trust me, I’m able to foresee

This fate that has become your distant destiny

One in which you’ll fall down before me

 

You bite the hand that helps you

Had the chance to quit to

...

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Progress

There are things that

I don't understand about us.

One is how can you tell me

that you love me

when all you want to do

is change me.

 

You started a forest fire

that destroyed my roots

and damaged my trees.

You built concrete walls and roads

until I could no longer recognize

myself in the mirror.

"This is for progress," you said,

but all it created was cal...

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In Love We Crash

At night in the office,

I watch you watch me.

The smell of coffee and vanilla

lingers like a cigarette stick

we refuse to finish.

We talk about love, life,

and all the boring intervals,

but we never really talk about us.

 

The coffee in the pantry

taste like old paper and broken promises.

I look at you across the elevator,

and think about all the things

that ...

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poem

We.

silly we are, humans.

we stand in front a whatever immortality.

sinners we are, human beings.

we close our eyes in front a sequence of lying mortality.

innocent we are, children.

we choose to play, pac man in a monopoly’s game.

and this continue, to be continued.

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Best Friend

You were the Earth,

and I was the moon.

You were my world,

but I was just your satellite.

 

The dark spots in my face were scars

from catching and stealing

the sun's light

so I could brighten you up

during your darkest hours.

I spent my time revolving

around you so I could fix you,

but you couldn't see me

because you were too busy

chasing the sun.

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The Season of cleanse

I hear the pitter patter outside my window
So soothing and melodic to my ears now
The rain outside is pouring down
Creating a melodic soothing sound
I again start to finally breathe
As this cleansing process sets me free
The noise it makes charms me
Often helping me see clearly
I long for Autumn to soon come around
It's the rainy season, I have found
The water trickling from the sky
Has...

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How Late Is Too Late?

Act I.
From twelve midnight to twilight,
I lie down on a blanket on the rooftop,
between a bottle of wine
and my father’s old typewriter.
I am growing too careful as I age,
so when you tell me that you love me,
I pretend I don’t feel the same.


Act II.
I am unfolding. I sit at the edge of the rooftop,
surrounded by city lights and white noises.
Thirty-seven desperate missed calls.
I...

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Triptych #1: Coffee, Paper, and Storm

I.
The coffee on the table is as cold
as my hands which shiver
like tree branches during a storm.
I can’t decide
if it’s too bitter or too sweet,
but I will drink it anyway.

II.
I will write about you again,
but I know that’s not entirely true.
I will write about me too.
There will be no crumpled papers
on the floor
because even if this will turn out
as a poorly written poem,
I wi...

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I am Both (with audio by me)

I am not the fat girl

I am not the skinny girl.

 

I am both.

 

I am both the bingeing in the night

And the starving from pure fright.

 

I am both

 

In the mirror I am both.

 

I am the always too thin pile of bones

And the body too big to call home.

 

I am both.

 

In the shops I am both.

 

I am the girl who is too curvy to wear cute clothes

...

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The Terror of Physical Education

It seemed you never put down your club

With the handle wrapped in cloth tape.

You patrolled the hallways, playground, and athletic fields

Like a sadistic southern sheriff overseeing slaves.

You thought “abuse of authority” was your job description

As you terrorised children with the constant threat of violence.

Each look, each word, each step you deemed unacceptable

Was met wi...

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{Unrecognizable}

Once she used to be able

to be recognizable to the

herself but bit by bit this

evil demon that lives inside

of her that's stealing her life

and herself dignity right

out from underneath her is

making herself image

distorted giving her a

false impression that

started to look like a

black sheep dressed

up in her skin making

her unrecognizable to

herself...

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Without A Full Stop

I remember when you leaned forward, away from me
As if i was a scarlet letter you wish you never bumped into
Back and forth busy re-evaluating all offerings on the table
I bet my name never made it to the highest scores list you've made
Cause you needed to create a whole new category for someone like me

Those strange happenstances and confused look in your eyes
Tell me, are you a little sc...

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Dead Fathers

They say we carry the dead with us,

And most are surprised by the weight.

We hoist them up on our shoulders,

And imagine our strength is adequate.

 

But invariably we fault and stumble.

We stagger and trip and fall

We can’t see a way out of this trouble

Each partition becomes a wailing wall

 

We drop them in the middle of our marriage.

We trip over them when we try...

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Howling Cherokee Winds

{Howling Cherokee Winds}

 

 

The howling cherokee

winds that was blowing

through the mountain

tops down to the rivery

meadows below as the

night moon shadows

was reflecting off the

rivery meadows as the

birds was nesting for

the night the mountain

valley meadows was

silent but the only thing

that you could hear was

the longing of the howling

of th...

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Incompetent

{Incompetent?}

 

 

It’s not funny when

someone says you are

incompetent making

you feel useless and

pathetic because of a

massive debilitating

illness and disease

making that person

weak and infirm like

they shouldn’t even be

in existence in this evil

corrupted world 

 

 

 

 

©Tina Glover\One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer November 14,2017...

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Satan's Child

{Satan’s Child}

 

 

He was born

into the world

of darkness

with the

markings of

his father’s

mark~of~the~beast

in three numbers

of six~six~six

hidden beneath

the darkened

fleshy flesh on

his corrupted

body this he

had to bear upon

this world causing

chaos and ruckus

throughout this

evil land of his

father’s Satan

 

 

 

©...

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Drape The Flag Over My Casket

{Drape The Flag Over My Casket} 

 

 

As I lost the war

that I was facing

but please deliver

this message to my

family and loved one’s

back in the states 

 

I am sorry that I

couldn’t make out

of this nightmare

but I’ll always be

flying with you

only from heaven

above now but I do

miss you and love

you all and please

don’t cry because...

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My ? Angel Brother Rob

{My ? Angel Brother Rob} 

 

 

My ? angel brother Rob as you went to sleep one night as you never had awoken by the next morning and as my heart was broken because you left me behind to live a messed up life that sucks without you here and `God' saw you growing weak and weary so he brought you home as my eyes has been very teary since you left me behind but I know now you are at ☮️ peace a...

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Do You Feel Them?

{Do You Feel Them?}

 

 

Do you feel these pains

Do you feel my heartaches

Do you long for me

Do you still taste the last sweet bitter kiss that I placed upon your lips

Do you ever wonder what could have been 

Do you miss me

Do you still want me

Did you ever really love me at all 

Did~Did you

I guess I'll always be waiting to know from your sorry lame ass answers...

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Don't Care~Don't Want To Heart It

{Don't Care~Don't Want To Hear It} 

 

 

I don't care anymore

I don't wanna hear it anymore 

Because I am moving on I am moving forward with or without you or without you in my life and that is your decision but choose wisely 

Because when I walk out that door that means that I am closing the door behind me shutting you out completely and you will have the ever essence of what was...

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The Everescents Of A Killing Killers Mind

{The Everescents Of A Killing Killers Mind} 

 


The sweet temptation

that fills that voided

lingering taste that

alines my lips

leaving me thirsting

and wanting and

needing more

pleasurable killings

that's filling that

extra void that's

slowly filling my

soul like the sounds

of the hellish hell

blood hound's coming

to drag your sorry

carcass thro...

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One Knife

{One Knife} 

 


One knife

 


One hell of a

sharp razor blade

 


One time to place

the blade against

your sorry ass throat

to slowly slide it

across cutting it

deep and deeper

until your blood

pours from your

body as you lay

there violently

shaking in fear

and so much pain

as I am the one

slaying your sorry

ass in vain tonight

 

...

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Murderous Tears

{Murderous Tears}

 


These murderous tears

follows down my

cheeks wetting my

shirt  as I gently wipe 

them away like the way

the did you by

murdering you in

cold blooded murder

and it left me here

like a child that was

orphaned to survive

in these darkened

cold gangster streets

that the blood stained

asphalt surrounds my feet 

 


But I cannot...

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Lies~Lies And More Lies

{Lies~Lies And More Lies}

 

The lies always flowed from your wicked bitchiest corrupted lips that tried to effectively communicate with me like the demonic dog in you 

 

But I would listen for the first few times then after that I automatically auto~tuned your old played out fake ass coward of a man that lives amongst the people in this world who wasn't a liar like you 

 

And now...

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? To My Husband ?

{? To My Husband ?}

 

 

To my fabulous husband,

 

Sweetheart I think God for blessing me with you 

 

because you have had my back when my own family didn't have my back 

 

and I set here remembering all the love made with so much hot burning passion between us and when and how we found each other off Myspace so long ago now but I will never regret that because that day w...

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My Truest Love Of Mine

{My Truest Love Of Mine}




My wonderful
darling love of mine


I did fall deeply,
madly in love with
you so long ago now
but it only seems like
yesterday to me


And


I love you my truest
love of mine



But we have grown
in our blossoming
relationship love
each other more
with faithful hearts
beating to the rhythmic
beats of our hearts
bounded together
for etern...

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Lovin The White Blow

{Lovin The White Blow} 

 

Your lovin the white powder blowin up your nose as it rots away your nose bone and you love selling blow and you best havin my money when I come to collect or your dumb ass will end up with a brick poppin that ugly face you played out pussy ass bitches and sumbitches

 

And now what are you gonna do with it 

 

And you love the powdered white blow dripping...

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Broken Scarred Up Angel In Her

{Broken Scarred Up Angel In Her} 

 

 

As she once was loved so much that she made being broken look easy to do and to live each day of her darkened scarred up dying life 

 

And now she sits alone with regrets of what might have been but was never good enough for you or anyone 

 

And as she cries alone in her cold darkened bed room which became her living grave of a death she h...

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She's A Ghostly Woman

{She's A Ghostly Woman}

 

 

She's always

been an

outsider to

everyone she

has met in

her life while

she was alive 

 

So now she

haunt's the

memories of

those who

had forgotten

and forsaken

her 

 

And now she

wants pay back

for the

damages done

by you coward

snow~flakes 

 

Because she's been

judged by you,

...

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{You}

{You}

​​​​​​

 

My life 

My love 

My blueish~green 

turtle dove 

I had to set you free 

And you flew far

away from me

and then you

had left me

permanently

 

 

 

 

©Tina Glover All Rights Reserved/One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer 2017 but posting here on June 30,2018 

 

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Fear~Fear

{Fear--Fear} 

 


Well fear

can most

certainly be a

traumatizing

experience

and definitely

keep us up

all night long

but you have

to believe in

your faith

and that

makes one

fine pillow to

rest their

weary head

upon all

your life

long 

 


And to keep

that fear away

at bay and

never lose

your faith

because

remember

...

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Flirting With Death

{Flirting With Death} 

 


All the sleepless

nights and all the

unsuccessful

countless

attempts of

flirting with

death and all

the dark fears

that's held

deep down

inside of you

because death

always awaits

you and me

and all the

never ending

thirsting of the

loneliness of

flirting with

death until

my very

lasting

breath's 

...

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Love Me The Same

{Love Me The Same} 

 

 

Darling all I

ask is that

you love me

the same like

I do you 

 

Because I

don't require

diamonds and

pearls I reqrire

your love 

 

Because we

both can have

a life filled with

love unconditionally

without hesitation

until we both

rise up in hit

our ever

lasting fame

because this

dame will...

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?The Fire In Your Eye's?

{?The Fire In Your Eye's?}

 


The fire in your

eyes covered my

soul devouring it

to the lasting drops

of it like good old

mountain spring

water on a hot 

summers day 

 


And as the fire grew

intense in my soul

for you and as the

day's washed away

into the longing

hours of the

lonely nights

while every

second of the

night made me

more...

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Secrets Inside

{Secrets Inside}

 


So many different

secrets inside of

my mind that

makes me want

to know how it

would feel to

embrace my lips

with yours as we

lock eyes lost in

that loving gaze as

we both slip off to

that time slip place

where we can be

on automatic repeat

because this is one

of my favorite secrets 

 

 

 

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How Could You Miss Something You Never Had?

{How Could You Miss Something You Never Had?}

 

 

It's sad to say

that for a long

time now I

would be missing

you but in reality

how could I

miss something

I never really

had in the

first place 

 

Yes it started

off by me

missing the

sound of your

deep voice 

 

And the tender

touches of your

hand against

my skin

 

A...

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Holding Your Tiny Hands {Cody}

{Holding Your Tiny Hands}{Cody} 

 

 

My dearest son,

 

I remember when you was born at 12:30 p.m. December 17 

 

And then the doctor's laid you on my chest and as I wrapped you up in my arms and kissing your small tiny hands and face as the happy tears flowed down my cheeks 

 

And then I started to count your small fingers and toes making sure all of them was there 

 

...

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She Misses Him Badly

{She Misses Him Badly}



They shared

something so

beautiful and

something so

deep and true

but that truthful

lustful love affair

ended to soon

between them

because he

didn't believe

her so she went

on her way no

matter how much

she cared or loved

him and so much

she wanted to

stay but she

knew that if she

did they would

only hurt eac...

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Walk A Mile In My Shoe's

{Walk A Mile In My Shoe's} 

 

 

Walk a mile in

my shoes

because I was

left alone

without no

money and no

family at the

age fifteen to

comfort and

love me while

my life started

to spin out of

control hitting the

ground full blast

like a nuclear

weapon blowing

the world up

around me

Bam~Bam,

Boom~Boom,

Bang~Bang

this isn't the l...

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Your Sparkle


{Your Sparkle}

 

 

I love the way your

eyes dancing and

sparkle when you

laugh and giggle 

 


And 

 


I love the way take

time out of your

day to ask if I'm

okay and when you

send me messages

that touches my

heart right from

the very start 

 


And 

 


I love the way you

have opened my

heart to be able to

love again after...

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He Is A Mystery

{He Is A Mystery}

 

 

He is a man

that is a

mysterious

man because

he is a

carrying man

that's always

been kind to

me but the

thing is that he

keeps me

thinking and

wondering what

I'll get when I

meet him face

to face and I

often find myself

thinking of what

color his eyes are

and if they'll dazzle

me when I glance

and gaze in...

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His Whisper's In My Ear

{His Whisper's In My Ear}

 

 

He always

whispers sweet

desirable sexual intoxicating love

in my ears 

 

 

And when he

leans my head

back slightly

pulling my long

hair back while

kissing my neck

as he nibbles his

way down my

desirable hot

body leaving my

body shaking

with excitement of wanting him as

I nibble on my

bott...

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Nothing Last Forever

{Nothing Last Forever}

 

 


As nothing last

forever and we

need time on our

own to find our

way out there

and through this

cold blue november

rain that keeps

blowing this pain in

and out of our lives

and don't you

dare look into my

eyes because you

will still see

there's love inside

of them burning

for you still but

we both are so

mes...

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I Am Always Going To Be Missing You

{I Am Always Going To Be Missing You}

 


I am always going

to be missing you

like the skies are

missing the bright

stars shining

brightly through

the heavy rain and

then when I

remember those

stars I remember

that is you and

you're beautiful,

handsome rough

rugged face

shining back down

on me and as I am

still here missing

you no matter how

...

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Death Warrant

{Death Warrant}

 


I have an active

warrant for my

scheduled death

that has been

killing me slowly

and painfully since

the day I was

conceived inside of

my mother's womb 

 


And as these day's

fade into the darkest

longest hour's of the

lonely nightmares of

death lingering

around my sickened

weakened body until

I am a forgotten

chiari w...

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I Don't Fear Death

{I Don't Fear Death}

 


We all live 

 


We all die 

 


We all cry 

 


We all suffer while

we are trying to live

in this life while we

just simply wait for

death to creep in

on you 

 


And we all love

everyone that is

actively in our lives

daily and we love

hard and we love

deeply as we possibly

can because believe

me tomorrow i...

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Free-Falling

I’m losing my mind.

Don’t you understand?

I’m desperately reaching out for your hand.

Don’t leave me hanging, slipping, falling…

down into the endless abyss of darkness,

Never destined to land.

 

You’ve saved me once before,

But this time there are no safety ropes.

I’m free-falling, plummeting, going down…

My only hope Is for you to save me now.

 

I’m losing my ...

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Timeless Temptation

{Timeless Temptation} 

 


He had lips like a

sweet soft angles

lips that made my

heart melt away

to rubbish 

 

 

As his eyes

sparkled in mine

like the starry

skies above my

head 

 


But his words

was intoxicating

to my ears as the

sound of his heart

and mine pounded

loud and louder

until I no longer

could hear his

words just th...

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Life's Expectations

{Life's Expectations}

 

 

Life isn't what we

think or expect it

to be 

 

Because life can be

filled with hurt, pain,

sickness, death, lying,

cheating and

bamboozled with

condensing pricks

that only seems to

think of themselves

and no one else in

life no matter how it

effects the other

person in the situation

at hand 

 

 

Because my ...

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Executed By You

{Executed By You}

 

 


It's strange how

it feels like I've

been executed by

you for so long now

 

 

Because in your

eyes I've done

everything wrong

but I haven't done

anything besides

loving you 
 

 


But I've paid my

faults and wrongs

and dues a billion

times over with you

 

 

 

But the truth of it is

that you want to

h...

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Once

{Once}

 


Once I held his love

and affections so

deeply embedded

into my heart so it

would never apart 

 

 

Until the day my brown

eyed rough tough with

the heart of perfection

left my side when an

horrible accident

happened that's when

my heart was ripped

straight out of my chest

leaving a gaping hole

there where his love

once remained at 

...

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His Love

(His Love) 

 


His love had grabbed

her heart at first

sight and she began

to fall in love with

this man because

the poetic word's

he wrote to her

and it made her

heart rhythm

pick-up pounding

faster and faster

for him and his

word's was slowly

being engraved upon

her damaged layers

of her heart easing

her weary mind about

reopening her hea...

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I need you

My love, I need you.

Here I am falling in love with the beauty of the world.

Waiting for you, as if it were the end of the world.

I do not mind the wait,

I have the time.

But I have to be honest,

I need you.

I've felt you before,

and that's fine

Someday I'll see you,

and I'll know.

And even if you do not know, it's fine.

I have love to give and loves will ...

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In My Arms

I found a picture of you in my arms,

Sleeping securely, safe from harm,

As you knew it, anyway.

Your trust for me was complete,

You wanted for nothing

And thought of my love only

As often as a bird thinks of sky.

You didn’t yet know people

Can go away or even die.

 

I know how things changed,

But I can’t bear to think of it.

I picture you now, with your love

...

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Headphones and Wine bottles

Not exactly dressed for the kill-

Hell, she can’t even walk

In a straight line-

But she’ll still be able to find her way

To you.

In these heels,

In those thoughts,

She dances with wine bottles

While headphones play

Some song

That had nothing to do with you.

Bare feet circle bare floors;

Bare hands hang onto

Bare walls-

Or the toilet seat.

She feels poet...

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Seeking Joy

At an unprogrammed Quaker meeting

The spirit moved someone

To remind us to find our Joy.

 

After, a friend said she would

Find joy in a nice boy toy.

Or maybe it was a toy boy.

She said one is a boy

You’d like as a toy

And the other is something

A boy would like to play with.

 

We giggled at that,

And I was reminded of a joke

About a party where everyone

...

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Real Life

She lies awake at night,

eyes wired,

frantically reading

anything, anything,

to not think about it,

to patch up the cracks,

sew up the seams,

stuff the holes with cushions 

made of trash TV and Facebook,

while the mould seeps

down the bedroom wall,

letters lie ignored

re: default sum unpaid,

again.

So sick, sick

of hospital appointments, 

waiting in ...

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To be...To become...

Why won’t you write me…
Lay me down on paper…
Like your time on a string…?

Don’t speak of me…
Just, lay me down…
Not for glory, or money…
But just to help me be…

Let me be your song…
Your poem…
Let me be your love…
Your work of art…
Write me down!!!

Let every word be your sword…
Every verse your dagger…
Stab that paper with your tears…
With the silence of your fears…
No one w...

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Coffee Shop Blues

Bakers and coffee shops

Line the streets,

And I find myself

Nestling inside a few

To find a comfort

Only coffee beans and bacon

Can provide.

Warming cold hands

From frost;

Warming strangers to the

Idea of companionship

And togetherness.

Wholeness.

Mugs and teaspoons

Hold a special place

In my heart;

Teapots and saucers have

A special kind of solac...

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Submission

Submission

No I will not submit. I will not give in to the pressures of identity. This so called impression of what supposed to be reality.

Don't mind me for i will not submit to such obscurity. Even through naive eyes you can see purity.

For this Holy War is nothing but a fools party. Domineering is this part of me, the part that wants to be set free.

Submitting is not an option for w...

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I can see your face in dry paint

The answers you gave,
the truth you didn't speak,
were the things I wanted to hear.

We still have our habits,
we still live our old lives,
hiding the things that shouldn't be seen.

What do we get if our feelings hide in secrecy,
what do we do when the things we love aren't real...

Somehow I love you,
I don't know why,
I need you.

With the energy I have left,
I reach for the rem...

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Fear

{Fear} 

 

 


The morning dew is

on my shoes the birds

are chirping and singing

their tunes as the

morning sun brightens

up the sky with warm

crisper air that made

you take a deep breath

into your lungs waiting

to exhale 

 


And 

I fear 

 


And as the birds goes

silent and the clouds

went a dark bluish gray

with the sun gone

behind t...

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Take Care

{Take Care} 

 

 

 

Take care too, Friend.

There are times I want

to hide from the sun too,

so I at least know how

that part feels like.

Thing is,

there's so little sun

here anyway that even

walking about in the

fresh air seems like a

being under a rock

at times.

I never not wanted

to be your friend,

ma'am and I hope

we can put this

behind...

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Face To Face With Us

{Face To Face With Us} 

 

 

 

My white and tan face fades, 

hiding inside of this grayish black smoke. 

I knew they'd use it against us, 

dammit; the tear gas is filling the blue skies around us and as the rub bullets flies past our heads. 

I'm grown I make my own decisions to fight this fight. 

I'm fresh like I just rolled out of bed.

Their clouded misguided assumpti...

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I'm Out Of My Head

{I'm Out Of My Head}

 


Rose's are red,


Violet's are blue,


I'm out of my 

 

head with thinking

 

of you 


and all I want to

 

do is to go to

 

sleep to dream

 

of you all

 

the same 

 

 


©Tina Glover All Rights Reserved/ One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer 2016 but posting here on April 14,2018 

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I See So Clearly

{I See So Clearly}

 

 


Well I set here with

all this shame and

guilt of what I've

done but nothing

can never undo the

hurt I have caused

you

 

 


And lord knows

I hate myself for it 

 


And how I was

so wrong 

 


And I hope one day

that you will be able

to forgive me for

my hurt and damage

and tears and pain I have

done and ...

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My Illusion's

{My Illusion's} 

 


I am having back to

back illusion's of you 

 


And I'm wishing and

seeing you in the faring

clearing distance of the

hot burning desert

sands of our life

packed into an hour

glass bottle

 


And as the sands of

time starts to run out

for us I look a little

bit closer and I see

you slowly disappearing

once again from my sig...

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I Maybe Fragile

{I Maybe Fragile}

 

 


I maybe fragile but I am

me I will battle back

with all I have inside 

of me until I no longer

can continue my battle 

 

 

And just because I

am fragile doesn't mean

that I will break if you

touch me 

 

 

And I may get a little

bit but more than likely

nothing will happen

so don't be alarmed

and afraid of me or

...

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Lady Pee

 

 

Lady Pee

Born just like any other girl, life hardly started

when something happened.

It was the drug’s fault, some type of reaction stopped her

just after she started.

Try to imagine how she went through life

not being able to do what we all can do.

To talk to her computer.

By pure willpower and by logic she managed.

Gigs came along and brought new meaning,

...

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Cruel Refrain

For again i fall
To his charming call
A trap it may be
Its shine captures me

My heart is eaten out
My feelings headed south
Yet my affection is still his
My torture is his bliss

In his web, i lay
There came a girl one day
Ignorant of the danger
Behind the charms that linger

I could not shout
I could not call out
A fate that echos mine
A victim, next in line

It is like a cru...

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Nailed Indeed

Nailed Indeed

These things in my head

Oh how they torment me

 

Feel like I'm flying in a biplane

Made of rags and wood and wire

Trying to dodge weapons that will kill me

 

The Red China hypersonic glide bombs

Neo Soviet Satan 2 ICBMs

Solid state lasers

Exotic alloy rail guns

 

All this and more aims for me

To nail me and my small plane

If I dodge one th...

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Corrupt

Corrupt

The old woman says the system only works for certain people

She's right for the system really fricking sucks

In the worst possible damn way

Some people waltz right on in there

And get what they want with no worries

Like thieves in broad daylight

Not giving a hoot about being caught

While those on the list are stuck in limbo

Caught up in a system that doesn't work

...

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Satire

Satire

Why do I care for the dead more than the living?

Is it because the living are moody

Can double cross me

Always lie to me

Ruin my day in a thousand ways

Make unreasonable demands of me

Want all my time for their demands

And so much fricking more

I made the right choice

Prioritize the dead

And satirize the living

Who will all be dead in 100 years

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The Giant by Eloi Chaptal

THE GIANT

By Eloi Chaptal

Mom, mom!

A giant tried to eat me,

He said he was very hungry.

He was as big as a bear

It’s true, I swear!

He had a forest in his nose,

And it was really gross.

Now he is looking at some random paper

But not for long, we are still in danger!

Quick, quick, while we still can,

Let’s run outside and take the van!

“What?” said mom, “Are ...

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POEM by Nina Langlais

Poem 

What is a Poem ?

A poem can be you, 

A poem can be me, 

A poem can be anything you wanted it to be 

 

It can be a sentence, 

it can be a word,

it can have nonsense,

like me in my world, 

 

A poem is an art,

and for those who don't think so,

that's means you're just at the start of an endless raibow.

 

Full of colors and mystery,

Horror and fant...

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poetry by numbers

numbers do not the soul touch
or rouse from depths of reverie
whose shallow sepulchral beauty
surface deep revelations aplenty
plead with matrimonial vows
parchment scribbles & ceremonies
do not a marriage make and
neither will ice cream make us
any colder after calories kick in
poetry’s soul may ride its form
but it transcends empirical parts
its triumph: Pinocchio shedding his strings

...

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Little of Your Love

Its okay if you don't want to fall again

Love was hurtful

So you said again

Maybe its true

I feel your pain

How will I know

When I always abstain

Make me experience love

My heart cries

Make me feel love

My soul dies

Alone I have been

Looking like a Wanderer

Reality have seen

Not like a Slumberer

Searching for the perfect heart

To lost in love with

...

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He Tried To Destroy Her

{He Tried To Destroy Her}

 

 


He tried to destroy her by his sneaky little secrets and little lies that he kept hidden deep down until that dark day she found out about all of his hidden dark secrets that's when her world came unglued 

 

because she gave her all to this man and then return only thing she ever got was just his lies and dishonesty and secrets and his cheating ways t...

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Three Witches Brew

Watch out, over there!  No over there!

It's time to be alert, it's time to beware.

Time for Ghosts and Goblins and fear!

Look for witches who take to the air.

Time for monsters, spooks and storytelling.

Time to see who'll scare first, who'll be yelling.

It's Halloween time the best time of the year,

For ghost stories around a fire which crackles and sears.

Be leery of the p...

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Reasonsonal

Reasonsonal

You had to see it to believe it in the call centre

How you had to queue up twice in the lines

To hand in your bag and phone

Mard arse ******* security guards thinking they're God

 

Elevated to a lofty status beyond you and me

Who the **** do these twoddles think they are?

Donald Damn ******* Trump?

At least he's a really rich arsehole

The fake guards bello...

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I Run to Your Garden

I run through tall grasses

that outline your garden.

Allow passage through your gates.

Run over me with shear silk waters

so I can taste the bud of your flowers,

swaying in the warmth of the sun.

I climb to their top

so I can get closer to your moon

and set my soul free.

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Crush me with love

Crush me with love

Never lost but never found.

Push me down from above.

Overwhelm me.

Thrust passion upon me.

With sensuality, seduce me.

Enrapture me and trap me.

To your cadence, excite me.

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The Path of Life

Find time to stare.

Stare down all the paths that lead from here to there.

Take time to read the labels - be aware.

Distinguish the ones that are easy

from the ones that have no air.

Read the signs for every care.

Warning: hazardous conditions - BEWARE!

Maybe you should take that path over there.

Now imagine, throw seed to the air

Let the wind lay them where.

Removing...

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Poem

Write me to Right me

Right me thus.

Write me this.

Write, to right a wrong.

 

Write me a poem.

Wrong the line of a song.

For I am forlorn (and want to be adorned).

 

Write it down.

Right me now.

Write me now.

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poem

Paper Mache’

I glue on paper faces

Painted paper emotions

Youthful expressions

Air brushed lines

That time erases

I look at my faces

Paper crayon images

Counterfeit impressions

Hollowed traces of me

Through bits of torn canvas

Paper-cuts in deeper places

Finding it is no longer me I see

Dog-eared moments torn away

Pages of pulp fiction

Shreds of emotions

Confetti to...

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I am Fish

I am raw like fish

Kill my heart to feel your best

Have me on the table

Be my guest

This is your wish

This is your wish?

And I, so foolish

Being dinner

Being fish

Am raw now

From your lies

Attracting flies you tie

Trapped to the hooks on your lines

Tied to your string

This is your wish

This is your wish?

And it's OK to eat me

I don't have any feel...

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Shy Guy

{Shy Guy}

 

 

He was a little bit of

a shy guy who seemed

to keep to himself

besides talking to a

few of his co-workers

where he worked at 

 

 

And as the neighbor

next door to him saw

him all the time he

reminded her of a

cute fuzzy bear that

played in stars wars

called ewok because

his cheeks was

roundish oval shaped

with a some hair ar...

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When You've Took Away All My Will Power

{When You've Took Away All My Will Power}

 

 

 

When you've took away

all of my will power as a 

human being and as a

woman as well I have 

lost my dignity I feel 

ashamed of myself

constantly I feel like that

I have to hide my real

self and I have to hide

my face and my body

from everyone because

I might not meet their

standards and that you

migh...

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Ethereally Here/There

If I am to be There

I must have a reason to be here

If there is a There to be.

 

If I didn’t need to be here

So I could be There

There I would already breath.

 

So

 

If there is a There

And There I am meant to be

My focus there should be - eternally

 

But

 

My focus is here

With no time for thought of There

Where all the focus is monetary

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Fairy Tail Feathers

The man in the corner

The girl in the wall

The man on the moon

The girl who ran to far

 

Dogs and swans and honeymoons

Homes of wax

Mouths made from silver spoons

Lines drawn on folded maps

 

The time cantilever

The weight from the dying

The stone wall of forever

The furrows made from the lying

 

Fairy tales with Insects

Books filled with worms

Pa...

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Poemfree writing

Opened that door

"Opened that door"


One night, i was cruising in my porsche, with my music blaring, When i noticed this fine girl stood staring.

She was so beautiful, real sexy too,
She approached my ride, right on cue. She knocked on my window and asked for a ride, I smiled at her and happily replied,

Girl you're the one i dream about,
You're the one i cant do without,
I never met anyone like you be...

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Cry on Moana we could use the rain

She's so tired

Saddened and uninspired

Looking through her shoe-box of memories

Trying to find out what happened to her desires

 

Well

Cry on...Cry on

Cry on

Moana

we could use the rain

Cry on...Cry on

Cry on

Moana

who knew a shoe box of memories could carry so much pain

 

A new Morning will dawn

Love will come to find you

Love will come walking u...

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An Offering (Proposal) to My Teacher

Becoming bitter,

I learned to suppress my hunger.

You stimulated my pallet with your sweetness

and I hungered.

 

Walking without purpose

I stumbled over myself.

You took hold of my hand

and I was steadied.

 

When attacked by the cold

I would defend my residence.

You showed me to open,

embrace the cold and warm it.

 

When lost and confused,

I rushed a...

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Staring at the Concept of a Word

If,  I were standing in the snow

Would I know it, if it was pure?

As it could.  As I should.

 

If, I was alone on the shore

Would I know it, if it was fine?

As it could.  As I should.

 

If I swam in the Sea

Would I know it, if it was deep?

As it could.  As I should.

 

If, I was lost in the woods

Would I know it, if it was dense?

As it could.  As I should.

...

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Poem

The Darkness From Within A Gothic Soul

{The Darkness From Within A Gothic Soul} 

 


The darkness within us

is feeding us constant

painful death cries that

sometimes sound's so bitter 

sweet to our ears as they slowly

bleed red-white-blue while

being covered in blackish

gothic tattoos 

 

 

But as the silent lies makes

us want to continue to cry out

in that gothic tattooed pain as we

merely t...

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Woulda - Shoulda - Coulda

I know

I woulda - shoulda - coulda - done better

Could of been a better man to you

Oh baby, for this I am sorry - sad but true

But you know as I know - as everyone else knows

You - shoulda - coulda done better by me too

And if you woulda - I just might have been a better man for you

 

Oh

We both shoulda known better

And yes

We both woulda - shoulda - coulda done be...

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PoemLove lost

She Knows

{She Knows} 

 

 

She knows she's sexy,

She knows how

to get your 

motor running

and keep it 

humming, She's 

always sexy, 

even on her 

worse day's

when she thinks 

she looks her

worse and

still she is my 

kind 

of sexy 

 

 

©Tina Glover All Rights Reserved/ One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer 2017 but posting here on February 26,2018 

...

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To The Past

{To The Past} 

 

 

Here's to my 

past for the 

one's who 

thought they 

knew me well 

I can actually

say to you that 

you can kiss my

ass and please

go straight to 

hell for the 

last and final 

damn time

 

 

 

©Tina Glover All Rights Reserved/ One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer 2017 but posting here on February 26,2018

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This Hard Cold Piece Of Steel

{This Hard Cold Piece Of Steel}

 

 

This hard 

cold piece 

of steel gives 

my heart

thrill's

and 

chill's

that you

cold never 

do 

 

 

 

©Tina Glover All Rights Reserved/ One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer 2017 but posting on February 26,2018 

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Because  I have the Right

Here I stand with the air in my hand

Wanting to ask a question I’ve held  for so long

It was  important but now it’s gone

And I can’t seem  to remember why I wanted to be called on

An opportunity to touch the world

My opportunity to reach out with a word

An opportunity to be heard

I  know  I wanted to say something profound

To say something that has never been said

Or ju...

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Don't Cry Over Me

{Don't Cry Over Me} 

 

Don't cry over me 

Don't feel sad for me 

Don't you think that

I didn't want

to stay but I 

couldn't because I 

had to go because

God needed me more 

Don't you think that  

I didn't Iove you

because I did 

and I always will

even from above now 

Don't cry over me 

Don't you forget that 

now I'm your angel

watching over you

...

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She Died And I Died To

{She Died And I Died To}

 

 

She was a beautiful 
woman that I got
attached to very
quickly because she 
would write little 
poems that was like 
a visionary fairytale 
of what life could be
for me and her

 


But then my beautiful 
beauty got really bad 
sick as the day's 
passed into the 
darkest hours of the 
nights my heart was 
breaking into to see
her like this ...

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In The Arm's Of An Angel

{In The Arm's Of An Angel}

 


As I have been 

wrapped up in the

carrying loving arms

of my angel and he

came to me so long 

ago now and you have

been there loving

and guiding me the

whole way no matter 

how hard life may get

for me and through

my pains and sicknesses

I've always had you there 

tocomfort me the entire 

way and  so many times 

when...

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What I Need

{What I Need} 

 


What I need is to be 

the same person I was 

before chiari 

 

 

And what I need is

to be that person who

can be able to cope 

with life again

 


And I need to feel 

calm and not so 

panicky 

 


And I need to feel

good about myself

 


And not so bad 

about myself

 


And for the thing's in

my life that I am u...

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Murderous Tears

{Murderous Tears}

 


These murderous tears

follows down my cheeks 

wetting my shirt as I gently

wipe them away like the

way the did you by murdering

you in cold blooded murder

and it left me here like a

child that was orphaned 

to survive in these darkened

cold streets that the

blood stained asphalt

surrounds my feet 

 


But I cannot fathom 

how th...

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Starry Skies

{Starry Skies}

 


Rose's are red,
Violet's are blue,
the night starry
skies are shining
through you just 
like when I gaze 
into your starry 
twinkling burning
fiery eyes that is
intoxicating to resist
that always lights up 
my life 

 

 

©Tina Glover All Rights Reserved/ One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer October 3,2016 but posting here on February 23,2018 

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Alone

{Alone} 

 


Sometimes I look into

a mirror to see my face

so I don't look so crazy 

asI talk to myself

 


And sometimes when I

am missing you I will

hold my dead phone

against my face so I 

don'tlook so crazy as

I pretend to talk to

myself while wishing 

the whole time that

it is you 

 


And this only

happens when I 

feel so alone 

wit...

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What Is This?

{What Is This?} 

 


What is this game we call life 


And how do you win 


And how do you survive 


And how do you make it out alive


And do we use pawns 


And do we have check mates 


And you say that my heart will do just fine


Or will this game we call life will I make it out alive 


And only in due time will tell me if I shall survive 

 


©Tina Glov...

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Him

{Him}


He loves me,
He loves me not,
I love him,
He loves me not,
I fought for us,
He didn't, 
I chased him,
He didn't chase me,
I saw the sparks in his eyes, 
I saw the way he looked at her,
I watched his body movement,
I watched him kiss her all of the time,
I've wrote a thousand songs for him,
I have sang a thousand songs for him,
I shipped a thousand feeling's to him,
But he...

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To Hear Your Name

{To Hear Your Name} 


To hear your name

it's just like another

dulling sword that

has pierced straight 

through my heart 

ooh-ooh the pain 


To hear your name 


©Tina Glover All Rights Reserved/ One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer August 11,2016 but posting here on February 23,2018

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Normality a cultural prison

(Idea 1)

Normality a cultural prison

Trapping idiosyncrasies inside

Only allowing familiarity out

Until it becomes an idiosyncrasy

Less idiosyncrasies become the norm

(Idea 2)

Normality a cultural prison

The shackler of growth

The farmer of prejudice

And the creator of injustice

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poemnorms

In the center of your calm

A midsummer Louisiana rain fell on a hot tin roof

The steam drew away - by a shearing wind that blew

 

The thunder growled - as the banshee howled

The dancing rain pounded and groomed the ground

 

And we lay together

In the center of your calm

 

While I lay, quieted in the shelter of your calm

The storm rages on

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bad weatherpoemRainstorm

Creating Another Shakespearean Tragedy

Where art thou?

Post is the day,

With the night almost spent.

Where is my love light?

Without it, I will surely become unsteady,

And am apt to stumble in the night.

Where is my love who has taught the stars to shine,

Which have guided me on such nights as this?

Foul is the northern wind

That would snuff a candle

While it is being lit!

And what of your absence?

I...

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poemShakespeare

Survival

{Survival} 


All I need
is if I was 
the only human 
on the planet 
is my furry 
friend by my 
side then I'll 
be doing just 
fine and dandy

 

©Tina Glover  All Rights Reserved/ One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer 2017 but posting here on February 21,2018 

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The Darkness

{The Darkness}


Your whole 
aura is 
giving off 
that deep 
down darkness 
that we all 
fear to love 
but you are 
making yours 
absolutely 
intoxicating 
to resist 

 

©Tina Glover All Rights Reserved/ One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer 2017 but posting here on February 21,2018

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The Moment

{The Moment}


The moment 
when happiness
arrives but some
stubborn asshole 
comes along to 
screw that up for 
you so steer clear 
of all assholes 
that's even 
including you 

 

©Tina Glover All Rights Reserved/ One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer 2017 but posting here on February 21,2018 

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Just So Sick

{Just So Sick}


I'm so sick of 
being so tired 
of being so weak 
all of the time 
due to my 
illness and 
sickness but I 
hope and pray 
it will get 
better for me 
but I honestly 
don't know if 
it ever will 

 

©Tina Glover All Rights Reserved/One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer 2017 but posting here on February 21,2018 

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Abandoned children

See the needy

Abandoned children

Knocking at you door

Begging for your attention

We know no ones home

Waiting, longing for caring people

Wanting a little charitable affection

Donations to be dropped off

Contributions to the lost and found

Casualties of economic wars

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Poemchild neglect

A walk in the garden with Juliet (How many Romeos have you killed?)

Hey, Juliet, your time has come and you’re alone.

All your childhood dreams have grown and your still standing in your sequins.

Reflections prompt so many questions while loosing your religion:

 

Maybe you shouldn’t have listened to your mother?

Could Romeo have been disguised as another,

Simply passed over as just another lover?

Always searching for the ideal partner…

 

...

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poemLove lost

When I Am A Sleep Or Awake

{When I Am A Sleep Or Awake} 

 

When I am a sleep or awake I dream of you all the same 

 

 

 

©Tina Glover All Rights Reserved/ One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer Originally written in 2016 but posting here on February 15,2018 

 

 

 

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Zodiac - cancer

i'm overly sensitive and also rather shy

i keep my thoughts to myself and hide when i cry

I notice that i'm an emotional wreck 

I moan a lot and i'm a pain in the neck

i wouldn't put up with anyone like me 

yet some how you do what is it you see?

Is it my certain skills like being able to cook?

Or is it because i enjoy other thing's like reading a book 

is it because i'm un...

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It’s raining rose petals from the sky

It’s raining rose petals from the sky

There’s no one around as the town walks by

Blossoms on every tree on a treeless city street

It’s raining rose petals from the sky

 

I walk around love struck

With my head so high in the clouds

It’s a wonder I can see anything at all

It’s raining rose petals from the sky

 

If I'd wrote of all of my feelings

From a sea of Ink on ...

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Love Poemlovepoem

Alexander

Cute and fluffy sweet little face

runs away when you start to chase

love to nibble on his kibble

runs around so much fun 

wants you to give him ferret one

eats his eggs of a dish

enjoys a piece of fish

have to get up what's my rush?

Alexander's knocked over the toilet brush

comes in the kitchen when you cook

play with him and he'll dook dook dook

after playing for ...

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Erotic Naughty Poems

(Eroitc Naughty Poems)

 

 

 

He walks in from work with his shirt draping off his rock hard body that has me looking straight at him in his eyes while locking on with his eyes then I start to twist and bitting my tongue and lips while licking them wanting to taste his body on my lips and you can't take it anymore I get up walking over to him while doing a sexy stripper walk dance while...

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Erotic Naughty Girl Poem

{Eroitc Naughty Girl Poem} 

 

 

Chain me up and put a collar around my neck and then you command me to sit down on my plumped ass and then you are telling me to follow you and then you are telling me to beg you for harder punishment like a dog and then you are yanking on my chain and then you are telling me to climb up on the bed and then pulling out the leather whip then you spank my ass...

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He Plays Cat And Mouse Games

(He Plays Cat And Mouse Games) 

 

 

 

​​​​​​As he chases me and many 

more women because

he likes to play 

little cat and mouse game's with me 

but I am tired of running away 

from him and now 

you have all the other women that you are chasing

 

 

Because I am gone 

 

 

 

And we will not

have no more

playing cat and

mouse game's

for me...

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Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #50 (Havana)

Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #50 (Havana)

 

 

My heart is hurting because I left something extra special behind in beautiful Havana 

 

 

 

​​​​​​He was a tall tan skinned man that was a tall glass of water that kept thrusting for him day and night and I think I am about ready to lose my mind because of that man in Havana 

 

 

And as I need and want Havana to appe...

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Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #49 (Doobie-Doobie)

Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #49 (Doobie-Doobie) 

 

 

 


(Doobie-Doobie)


When the doobie-doobie drugs don't work any more girl you are just a fool if you think love don't hurt because hot damn it does that's why one more blow to sniff until I cannot breathe 




And when the doobie-doobie-doobie don't work any more as one more sniff and one more puff and popping one mor...

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Reverie

Post the day to rest and I.

Gentle night come lullaby.

Whisper to my ear and kiss my eye.

Set free the stars to reign the night,

And wash away the day’s goodbye.

Cover me, let my dreams take flight.

Bring to me my love rejected

From my night reverie selected,

For days love dejected.

Entangle my cataleptic bed,

With visions of life that I’ve corrected.

Let her kisse...

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Love should always be fashioned in pairs

Love must never be an alone accessory

Love should always be fashioned in pairs.

For it will then be dressed in loveliness -

and thus be exquisite and most fashionable.

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Walk With me At A Distance

My Love,

 

Wanting to be nearer to you

I am writing you

That we might walk at a distance

 

It is my request

That each word on the page might hold you

(As I have held you)

I write them longing to be in your hold (your occupation)

Where we might breathe a placited, beautiful sigh - or two

 

Carefully I commission each word to the page

That they might be the ar...

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But For The Dripping

In his life,

Joyous events

Have been like small drops of water

Dripping into a bound persons mouth

Barley keeping them alive.

 

Whom,

While being further tortured

By common experiences and lackluster events,

Wishing only to die,

Cannot

For the dripping...

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melancholypoemdepression

Not A Poem, I Just Don't Want To Forget.

I had that dream again
Same place different time
I asked Chris if we can have a minute so he exited, stage right
We were laying and I was holding you so damn tight like if I let go you'd float away.

Wood was falling from the roof and it was coming straight for your head
It probably would have killed you but I stopped it and saved you instead
You were so relieved we both started crying and ...

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Oh what express – what

The empty page beautiful, blank like fallen snow waiting for a life to touch it.

(Sigh) The blankness mocks me. 

I long so to stain the page beyond the compass blades summit with ideas that encompass more than lands distance. 

Oh, to etch the slate with important gravity that excavates through touching everything above and below and without effort imposing itself on every thread that spin...

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