Submissions by Cali_O
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Im not of this world, but Im sitting right in the middle of it.
Letter to My Father
Father, why do I keep running from you?
It's life or death
And you've given me the choice to pick and choose.
I need pick the former
But I I keep choosing the latter
I want to win in life
And keep climbing up this invisible ladder
But you keep knocking me down
Causing me stumble
But I know it you discipling me
Trying keep me humble
So why do I keep running down this path?
I put me first when when it should you
Cause this road only will lead to a deadly aftermath
I want your love and your infinite wisdom
So that someday
I can...
It's life or death
And you've given me the choice to pick and choose.
I need pick the former
But I I keep choosing the latter
I want to win in life
And keep climbing up this invisible ladder
But you keep knocking me down
Causing me stumble
But I know it you discipling me
Trying keep me humble
So why do I keep running down this path?
I put me first when when it should you
Cause this road only will lead to a deadly aftermath
I want your love and your infinite wisdom
So that someday
I can...
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Bottom Line
Going through life dealing with
these struggles.
Feeling like I'm neck deep in this debris and rubble.
My heart hurts, why do I keep fallin'?
Trying to move on with life but why do I keep stallin'?
Chasing after these dollars trying to increase my net worth.
Because when people look at me they only see me for what I'm worth.
There has to be more to life then these worldly lusts.
And trying to find a pretty woman with a slim waist and nice butt
Because I know someday that Ill want me a wife.
But she's not around, so I lay with this other woman for...
these struggles.
Feeling like I'm neck deep in this debris and rubble.
My heart hurts, why do I keep fallin'?
Trying to move on with life but why do I keep stallin'?
Chasing after these dollars trying to increase my net worth.
Because when people look at me they only see me for what I'm worth.
There has to be more to life then these worldly lusts.
And trying to find a pretty woman with a slim waist and nice butt
Because I know someday that Ill want me a wife.
But she's not around, so I lay with this other woman for...
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Playing Myself (Heart Games)
It's hard to tell between love and lust.
When the woman you want has a big bust.
I tell myself 'she has to be the one.'
Maybe because for the past few years she's really been the only one.
As I walk around the mall I give other women no attention.
But when she's around, I'm locked down like I was in detention.
I don't like it because she plays with my heart.
And it's been that way since the very start.
She likes me for a little while then she's ready go.
And when she comes back I'm eager to give it another go.
She said 'I love you'...
When the woman you want has a big bust.
I tell myself 'she has to be the one.'
Maybe because for the past few years she's really been the only one.
As I walk around the mall I give other women no attention.
But when she's around, I'm locked down like I was in detention.
I don't like it because she plays with my heart.
And it's been that way since the very start.
She likes me for a little while then she's ready go.
And when she comes back I'm eager to give it another go.
She said 'I love you'...
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HELP!
Help! I'm addicted to self.
Too powerless to fight the urges so I'm like, O well.
I keep doing wrong, when I'm trying to do right.
Why am I so weak?, I guess this is life.
I tried to turn away because I felt the conviction.
But my body tells my mind that its no longer sickening.
So I believe myself and I do what I do.
I just told myself another lie and I keep running from the truth.
This addiction is truly a sickness.
Feels like I might have a mental illness.
Because some folks do this all the time.
But how come when I do it, it feels like...
Too powerless to fight the urges so I'm like, O well.
I keep doing wrong, when I'm trying to do right.
Why am I so weak?, I guess this is life.
I tried to turn away because I felt the conviction.
But my body tells my mind that its no longer sickening.
So I believe myself and I do what I do.
I just told myself another lie and I keep running from the truth.
This addiction is truly a sickness.
Feels like I might have a mental illness.
Because some folks do this all the time.
But how come when I do it, it feels like...
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