To be the black sheep of the family —
what a terrible thing to be.

All the neighbors and relatives
heap praise on my super-successful siblings
and hurl insults at me
at the first chance they get.

I know all too well –
it is their jealousy of my siblings' success
that they take it out on me.

If success is measured by
money and fame,
I am not going to take that bait –
I am happy as I am.

Insult me all you can,
I can take it all in.
For you can only give
what you have,
and for that reason
I forgive you.

I remain the black sheep
of my family–
by choice,
at peace and forever free.

There’s always a place
Where you don’t feel safe
To say who you are
And to show them yourself.

You find it sooner or later:
Some stay there for long,
Some leave ‘s fast as they can.
The point is — everyone knows it.

I’ve been there.
It wasn’t exactly like that
But every day that I hoped that the day would be sunny
Ended up being just like a stormy one.

I felt alone,
Abandoned
And hurt
But I still fought to stay strong.

And I was, people said,
Though I didn’t feel it.
In the end, no one won —
They thought of it as a show.

The morale is: don’t give up,
You won’t always win,
But a new step in life will surely come
And your bitterness will be replaced by something better

Just like mine did.

that’s how you like your poetry,
That’s how you would like everything,
No stress, no test, easy on the breast,
but short and sweet has no protein,
won’t build your bones, quite contrary,
the poem that doesn’t make you think,
it’s just a cavity, a precurse to self~decay
a drip dripping in just another day of you evaporating

My hometown coat don’t fit no more,
the pockets stuffed with memories
of who I was before,
I found new clothes of peacock blue
when I was seventeen
but underneath the seams still pinched
although it wasn’t seen,
plastic buttons tarnished
by things that might have been,
I find no need to keep it,
I'll shed my former skin,
and dump it in a bin-bag
so that healing can begin,
I know some threads will linger
no matter how I try
most will go at the traffic lights
when I wave the past goodbye

I would of called you a word god,
but can't do that cause it sounds ood.
You have seen through my lies
and even heard my cries,
yet you still stuck around
but it's wired because I feel like a princess who is crowned .
I was drowned with my pride, but you posed as my ride to shore
and a simple outfit with honest eyes is all you wore.
you taught me that giving life a try is like a dance
even though most of my steps were wrong you said I still had a chance,
and yes, you teased me but I still felt ease and even pleased.
you even gave me a glance when I  thought I  did not have a chance
and a simple smile with honest eyes is all you wore
not looking like you were going to war.

When you were hearing thousands of years ago
You and your family reproduced something
And made it to 2025
From then to now Science
No good kids, no good rent of parent
****** people subvert democracy
Create financial prison
Take too much and be little peaceful people by being gnarly cool
Or just get given up on because they aren't reserved for military engineering and don't listen

You aren't the capability of the land

In multiple lifetimes keeping the peace means training basic military maneuver for the predictable new idea of it's not good enough

Manure isn't gonna fuel a navy and create diplomacy and protect dumb **** boy child's life from 8 billion highly educated and tolerant guns

That's the Armies job to be scary enough for the puebla to be looked at and create machismo
Or **** or lesbians or white **** people

Lots of rights supposedly to create not take
Then the new terrorisms take more army diplomacy will the cars happen around the place with the things and stuff you like having near your gotcha gotcha hands that die in prisons

The ****** environmental crimes need human rights not real estate fraud vacancies.  Liberties not mutual of omaha

A vacancy of support,
Sweetness submerged,
A saving grace
In the tug of a door--
Melodies over currents,
An angel on her back,
Meeting her Lord.

A friend should simply

understand me, any words --


make it difficult.