So, to celebrate…here is 3 older poems and one new one. Go write, read and celebrate Poetry!
World Poetry Day!
Category: fun
Tuesday Tunes
Lyrics
Watch the torch set aflame
Watch it burn, watch it fade
Watch the armies gather suit
Someone’s gotta win and lose
They say my heart is almost black
Well baby, who’s to blame for that? (Ah, ah, ah)
Who’s to blame for-
Count your blessings, count your minutes
Played my game, hell, now you’re in it
Bittersweet, my renegade
And I’m anything but tame
Grab your sword, you might just need it
‘Cause I’m not afraid of cheatin’
Oh, I hate to tell you this way
But villains aren’t born
Darlin’, they’re made
Scream my name when they run
Honestly, it’s kinda fun
Scream it louder when they fall
I’m never satisfied at all
They take, they take until you give
You taught me well, now watch me win
Now watch me win
Count your blessings, count your minutes
Played my game, hell, now you’re in it
Bittersweet, my renegade
And I’m anything but tame
Grab your sword, you might just need it
‘Cause I’m not afraid of cheatin’
Oh, I hate to tell you this way
I aim before I kill
Live only for the thrill
It’s bad, I know, but still
There’s nothing left to lose
Don’t tell me it’s not fair
Believe me, I’ve been there
I’d much rather be alone
If I’m sitting on a-
Sitting on a-
Sitting on a throne
Count your blessings, count your minutes (oh)
Played my game, hell, now you’re in it (oh)
Bittersweet, my renegade
And I’m anything but tame
Grab your sword, you might just need it
‘Cause I’m not afraid of cheatin’
Oh, I hate to tell you this way
Villains aren’t born
Darlin’, we’re made
My 2 Cents –
So, I survived the birthday. And on midnight of my birthday this song came across my fyp on TikTok. It got me wondering. A villain era does not have to be me doing anything bad… Ursula is considered a Villain…all that she does is expect Ariel to follow a contract. Maybe I should have a villain era. Self care will seem villainous to all of the people who expect me to be at their beck and call…
Monday Poetry
Well WordPress prompts ….
For me and my blog, the majority of these really stink…I found that I find some interesting prompts on Tumblr occasionally though. Do you have a place for writing prompts?
Organizing…
Decided, after getting irritated at a friend…to organize my files a bit. and I realized. some of my volumes have more shared than others…some have none shared. so I think I will in April do alternating posts. One of other poets poetry. and one of mine. There will be daily posts in April. There will not be my usual posts in April. That is all.
Tuesday Tunes
Lyrics
I hate the world today
You’re so good to me
I know but I can’t change
Tried to tell you
But you look at me like maybe
I’m an angel underneath
Innocent and sweet
Yesterday I cried
You must have been relieved
To see the softer side
I can understand how you’d be so confused
I don’t envy you
I’m a little bit of everything
All rolled into one
I’m a bitch
I’m a lover
I’m a child
I’m a mother
I’m a sinner
I’m a saint
And I do not feel ashamed
I’m your hell
I’m your dream
I’m nothing in between
You know you wouldn’t want it any other way
So take me as I am
This may mean you’ll have to be a stronger man
Rest assured that when I start to make you nervous
And I’m going to extremes
Tomorrow I will change
And today won’t mean a thing
I’m a bitch
I’m a lover
I’m a child
I’m a mother
I’m a sinner
I’m a saint
And I do not feel ashamed
I’m your hell
I’m your dream
I’m nothing in between
You know you wouldn’t want it any other way
Just when you think you’ve got me figured out
The season’s already changin’
I think it’s cool you do what you do
And don’t try to save me
I’m a bitch
I’m a lover
I’m a child
I’m a mother
I’m a sinner
I’m a saint
And I do not feel ashamed
I’m your hell
I’m your dream
I’m nothing in between
You know you wouldn’t want it any other way
I’m a bitch
I’m a tease
I’m a goddess on my knees
When you hurt
When you suffer
I’m your angel undercover
I’ve been numb
I’m revived
Can’t say I’m not alive
You know I wouldn’t want it any other way
My 2 Cents –
I am struggling with a migraine. It is a day before my 48th birthday. I want to be brave enough to have this kind of ballsy attitude…but most of the time…
Wednesday will likely not be a thing this week… I will try.
Monday Poetry
Not today.
Wild Wednesday will return next week. I just didn’t get it done in the weekend and I am struggling with juggling the appointment calendar and my responsibilities. Add the fact that I am fairly certain that I have probably torn the rotator cuff… I am in pain and in general not feeling up to getting my stuff done today.
Tuesday Tunes
Lyrics
Theories, I know you got your theories
I know you got this feeling
Everyone’s out to get you (To get you)
Faceless, enemies always faceless
Somehow, you’re always blameless
But that don’t make you bulletproof (Bulletproof)
You hear whispers when we’re just talkin’
See pointin’ fingers
When we touch, yeah, when we touch
You hear footsteps when no one’s comin’
But you keep runnin’, there’s no use runnin’
You know you’re your own assassin
You don’t need no help with that
It’s your back that you been stabbin’
When you gonna understand?
You know you’re your own assassin
You don’t need no help with that
You know you’re your own assassin
You know you’re your own assassin
When did, when did you start pretendin’?
You don’t know why it ended
You think the fault is all mine (Is all mine)
Mirror, you never checked the mirror
Or you woulda seen the killer
Starin’ right back with your eyes (With your eyes)
You hear whispers when we’re just talkin’
See pointin’ fingers
When we touch, yeah, when we touch
You hear footsteps when no one’s comin’
But you keep runnin’ there’s no use runnin’
You know you’re your own assassin
You don’t need no help with that
It’s your back that you been stabbin’
When you gonna understand?
You know you’re your own assassin
You don’t need no help with that
You know you’re your own assassin
You know you’re your own assassin
You know you’re your own assassin (Assassin, assassin, assassin)
You know you’re your own assassin (Assassin, assassin)
You know you’re your own assassin (Assassin, assassin, assassin)
You know you’re your own assassin
You know you’re your own assassin
Ah, ah, ah, ah
You know you’re your own assassin
You don’t need no help with that
It’s your back that you been stabbin’
When you gonna understand?
You know you’re your own assassin
You don’t need no help with that
You know you’re your own assassin
You know you’re your own assassin
My 2 Cents –
Self sabotage… lately and the closer to my birthday it gets… the more I feel like I am fighting with this. I know that I am not the only one that struggles with this problem.
Monday Poetry
