Submissions by telliott2

Hey there

As I sit here reading emails about good wishes and holiday cheer.
I wonder why it is only sent at this time of year.
I am only thought of, liked or loved within reason
for those few short days around the Christmas season?

I like to think that I am kind and good,
And possibly a little misunderstood.
But the reality is that I am as much to blame
For playing the “holiday cheer wishing” game.

I don’t take time every month to check in on family and friends
Just to say, “Hey there, I was thinking of you today”.
I...

Isabel is cold. Isabel is poor. Isabel is pretty. Isabel’s a whore.
Men all smile and joke and laugh, when Isabel’s in town.
For they all know what’s going down.
They know for sure, if Isabel’s in town tonight someone is going to score.
All they see is raven hair, luscious breasts and thighs.
They don’t bother to look at more and see her weary eyes.
They come at her by twos and fives, preening ,rancing,fists raised to fight,
just to see who is going to be first with Isabel tonight.
None of them really know her.
Oh, they all claim to know her well....

Joeydoesn't want to work today.
Joey wants to dance.
Joeydoesn't want to sing today.
Joey wants to dance.
Joeydoesn't want to paint today.
Joey wants to dance.
They continue with the silly game,
Not sparing her a glance.
Everyone knows what Joey wants,
Joey wants to dance.
They don’t know her family.
They don’t know her past.
They all know what Joey wants;
Joey wants to dance.
Joey lives in a reality,
where fantasy tends to rule.
For the real world in not sunny enough
and often way too cruel.
They tell her it’s...

Rain.
Streaming, falling.Lying on the ground.
Forming groups around them.
It is cleaning.It is cool.
Mist falls and settles.
The air is crisp and damp.
The world is new again.
Too bad the human race can’t do the same.

The shrieking and screaming
and burning inside;
Going on and on is driving me wild.
I don’t understand it.
They can’t tell me why..
I have this sharp pain behind my right eye.
Some call it migraines.Some call it stress.
It is making my life a hell of a mess.
They give me testers.Some white, pink or blue.
All promises a cure to good to be true.It causes misery.
It causes strife.Making me want to end my own life.
As quick as it starts- it stops again.
No more blinding, pounding pain.All is quiet. All is calm.
Until the next wave of the...