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I'm not the type of woman
That men write poetry to.
I don't inspire great works,
Or words of beauty and romance.
I'm not the type of woman
That men look at twice.
Too round in the hips
Too grey in the hair.
No.
I'm the type of woman
Who gets things done
Runs the show
Takes care of you (and you, and you).
I will LOL you until I'm crying
And even then will lie
No, really I'm fine
Must be a lash in my eye.
I'm the type of woman that men come to
With problems and questions
Of lovelife or health.
And they cluelessly miss the fact that
While I'm dispensing this advice they require,
I'm alone.
Who am I to talk?
I'm not the type of woman that cries in front of anyone.
The cracks in my façade are well-sealed until I am alone.
And I fear that I am not the type of woman
That will ever be loved in that
Sunsets and roses
Midnight moonlight
Devouring, encompassing, love and desire
Of which the great poets write.
No.
I'm afraid I won't ever be that woman either.
But I won't cry
I won't tell you even when my heart is crushed.
Because you see,
I'm not that type of woman.
That men write poetry to.
I don't inspire great works,
Or words of beauty and romance.
I'm not the type of woman
That men look at twice.
Too round in the hips
Too grey in the hair.
No.
I'm the type of woman
Who gets things done
Runs the show
Takes care of you (and you, and you).
I will LOL you until I'm crying
And even then will lie
No, really I'm fine
Must be a lash in my eye.
I'm the type of woman that men come to
With problems and questions
Of lovelife or health.
And they cluelessly miss the fact that
While I'm dispensing this advice they require,
I'm alone.
Who am I to talk?
I'm not the type of woman that cries in front of anyone.
The cracks in my façade are well-sealed until I am alone.
And I fear that I am not the type of woman
That will ever be loved in that
Sunsets and roses
Midnight moonlight
Devouring, encompassing, love and desire
Of which the great poets write.
No.
I'm afraid I won't ever be that woman either.
But I won't cry
I won't tell you even when my heart is crushed.
Because you see,
I'm not that type of woman.
Literature
Heavy and Light
This is a broken home for broken people.
Who don't know these two fundamental facts of life.
Never let a man with a trenchcoat
Into an asylum.
And there is nothing heavier than lead.
Heavy is the head that wears that tin crown,
And heavy is the hand that holds that gun.
Heavy is the fog that fills that room.
And blessed are the cracked,
For they let in the light.
The first shot popped like champagne corks.
The first blood fizzed like bubbles bursting.
The first man vanished,
Leaving only a smile.
So it goes.
This is his epitaph.
"Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt"
Blessed are the bullet holes,
For they let in the sun
Literature
Peak
Shirtless in bed,
on a lonely
saturday night.
An impatient man
writes impatient
poetry.
Literature
Struggling at Life
Struggling at Life:
We're reaching out for stars
In the depths of the night.
We're struggling at bars
Shut away from the light!
I've seen the way we act
When we are fighting for our lives.
But we're killing all our brothers
On the point of our knives.
I've seen the violence
Spewing from the poorest of peaks.
We are the rats, caged up
In the darkness we seek-
A little path, a little home;
Just a place to call our own.
Everything we ever tried
Try to win before I die.
Hopeless, lost; shot from the skies
I am the martyr, burned for the sin of their lies.
I am the people, screaming for the justice be served
I am the sound that
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