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It holds my first, second, third and sometimes ninth or tenth drafts of my poems until they can stand on their own. As a novice, I rewrite, rework and often overthink my words, so if your interested....please enjoy. I don't know why anyone would be, but just in case, forgive my grammar and I hope you enjoy a novice writer's page.
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Dirty Laundry
Black Tar Mess
Black Tar Mess
Everyone has a pile of dirty laundry we don’t own, items thrown in our basket that don’t belong. Shirts refashioned from the past, jean with holes filled in with words from a nut job that unfortunately hang on and last.
No matter if you live in a small town or big city, one day you’re fat, dumb and ugly, the next you’re skinny, smart and
Everyone has a pile of dirty laundry we don’t own, items thrown in our basket that don’t belong. Shirts refashioned from the past, jean with holes filled in with words from a nut job that unfortunately hang on and last.
No matter if you live in a small town or big city, one day you’re fat, dumb and ugly, the next you’re skinny, smart and pretty. God forbid you should find fortune or even worse fame, then you’re really a big target for their dirty laundry games.
Fame and fortune with the friends it bring can come and go, along with all those words of affirmation from people “in the know”. The same people who built you up may tear you down, when they decide your laundry is no longer in fashion so they don’t want you around.
Yucky, sucky people like an octopus with arms in multiple places, they have to own more than one mirror to reflect all their faces. What happened to their heart my mind often asks, why make up horrible lies that destroy and sometimes last and last.
Black Tar Mess
Black Tar Mess
Black Tar Mess
When gossip's black tar pit of words finds it's way to you, walk around it, don't step into it's sucking, destroy you type of glue. It's an endless pit of sorrow and despair, dragging you down away from any semblance of clean air.
But if you can't avoid this pit from hell, use it to see who stands by you when you ring the "I need help" bel
When gossip's black tar pit of words finds it's way to you, walk around it, don't step into it's sucking, destroy you type of glue. It's an endless pit of sorrow and despair, dragging you down away from any semblance of clean air.
But if you can't avoid this pit from hell, use it to see who stands by you when you ring the "I need help" bell. Prepare your heart for the ones that will fall away, the ones who would have abandoned you in the long run anyway.
Sticky, like honey covering it's smothering vines, taking some six feet deep because they didn't have the strength to climb. Despite what anyone's gossip, words or music say, don't look back, you are going to be okay.
On A Clear Day
Black Tar Mess
On A Clear Day
They say on a clear day you can see forever, old doubts about the road before you have been severed. The sun is shining through the leaves, you begin your journey with open windows so your skin can enjoy the breeze.
Blurry days will come with the fear they bring, so do what we tell little kids when they get scared, SING. Sing of His love
They say on a clear day you can see forever, old doubts about the road before you have been severed. The sun is shining through the leaves, you begin your journey with open windows so your skin can enjoy the breeze.
Blurry days will come with the fear they bring, so do what we tell little kids when they get scared, SING. Sing of His love for you and your precious heart, He has always known the best way from the start.
Why do we think we know better than Him, for goodness sake just pinch the skin you are in. He created every cell you see on your arm, if you're smart enough to listen He will keep you from harm.
So sing, even if you have to do it alone, who cares if you are the only one home. If you can't sing then hum a little tune, you will find a smile on your face appearing soon.