The Worst.

Looking at your life now, or your life in the future/the past,
what do you suppose is the worst possible thing that could go wrong.
I apologize if this proves not to be a worthy competition, but I'm sort of hoping it works out..
It'd be kinda cool to see what people are scared to lose.


Rules:

Rhyme-schemes are desired, not required.

3 entries allowed.

Collaborations are accepted, but will count as an entry from both parties.

Aside from that, do whatever you want. No word limits, I don't care if you chatter..

I can't even fathom
The thought of losing her
She's the coffee to my cigarettes
The fire inside me that burns

I can't picture her walking out
Id never love correctly again
If she decided I wasn't good enough,
I swear that'd be the end

Its not that I fear losing her,
Its what would happen if I did..
Id cry for her every night,
Id never sleep again.

My arms would be littered
Without a shadow of a doubt.
Because she's my life, my air,
The one I cannot live without.

I was once afraid
of losing my sanity

As my mind ran away
I hoped it stayed gone

I used to fear being alone
now I prefer it-
don't even want a phone

Once upon a time
I was scared of dying

Now I embrace it
so tired of trying

I can recall the moments
of darkened sadness
remember despair
fragmented in madness

I always feared going back to that place
But now it's mine, I own that space

Long, long ago..I was petrified
by lack of insight

Now, it's me who roams the streets
Now it's me who likes to fight

I wonder, at times
is there anything so grand
to make me fear this evil land...

My answer appears
like a kicked bad habit

cheers to the world
I'm truly past it

BE CAREFUL FOR WHAT YOU WISH FOR

When I was a child, I wanted to be older
Older meant adolescence, adolescence meant hell
 
When I was in high school, I wanted to be in college
When I was in college, I wanted to excel
 
When I was in graduate school, I wanted to get my Ph. D.
When I was a Ph. D., I could not find a job
 
When I had my doctorate, the men had less education
Finding a man to marry, was my next ambition
 
I found a Doctor, much to my surprise
He was kind to his patients, as for me I paid the price
 
He wanted children, I gave him four
Meanwhile, my career, was falling though the floor
 
We had to have a dinner party - every week
Even with hired help, a busy hostess was I, with many degrees!
 
Finally at age 40, he wanted a divorce
We fought over money, the lawyers got the most
 
Try reviving a bunch of degrees, from absence in the field
Got so many rejections, I thought I would never get what I needed
 
Finally I got a job with a BIG PHARMA name
Researching a miracle drug - that would cure pain
 
I did my research well, found it only helped a few
Told to present my research - with a better view
 
I tried not to do it, threatened with loss of a job
So there went LIERICERA, a non-opiate for pain
 
I knew it was a placebo effect, but it helped a few
Then people started dropping dead – what was I to do?
 
A class-action suit was launched, by relatives of the dead
In BIG PHARMA's war room, I was asked to account for this
 
I told them my supervisor forced me, but he was not there
A golden parachute sent him flying, could not be found anywhere
 
So there went my career, down the drain, degrees and all
You know there has to be a scapegoat, chosen to take the fall
 
So be careful what you wish for
I have had it all
Money, power, glory
Four children who do not know me!
A husband who still owes me!
BIG PHARMA which dis-owned me!
A payoff they had to give me...
To keep my mouth shut...
It was very generous...
However there was a clause...
I could not work for 5 years !!!
 
So with time on my hands
I exercised and dieted
Got lots of plastic surgery
At a discounted rate
Thus I looked like 35
Met a man of 49
Who wanted out of his marriage
He told me a tale about his ex
So I married the poor guy
Before I met his previous wife...
 
Another wish received
Another wish deceived
He was a mixed up SOB
His wife was relieved
When he finally left
 
Be careful for what you wish for
Now I am an artist
Living in a third world country
Where I can live for free
I practice my art
Help women sold into marriage
To finally be free.

Friendly bump..

Poetry

The ability to form lines
on little paper pads
To create stanzas
from every word I have

To lose it
would be losing my heart
I fear it's starting to fade
leaving me in the dark

"Soil House"



I won't be wearing shined, leather shoes
and a collar to cover my discoloured skin
on my day;
the soil will bulge as the sea expands
and boxes will have to be made smaller.

No salt will reverse oil
and all will succumb to the wish of waves
as they spur my lowering by undeft hand,
the ropes untether the falsification
of eternity.

Nose points towards winter-midnight,
freezing everything that burnt
(from crisp to crisp)
laying hopeful, in summer's wake;
etheric breath taunting the lungs
that have long since curdled, draping bone
and I have never been so at home.

And the winner is? I know, I can't rhyme.

XD I usually wait a day or 2 before choosing a winner, I don't mean to be frustrating..

Really? Wow. Thought it was like a plane.

I'd like to thank my parents, friends, fans and of course, God.
Who made all this possible.