Fake
You told me that you always had my back,
when really you were just talking behind it.
You told me that we would be best friends forever,
when you really meant best friends never.
You spread rumors,
then acted as if you could not believe who would do that to me.
You told everyone you were only nice to me because you felt bad for me.
But told me you were friends with me because we were similar in so many ways.
I trusted you with every secret that jumped off my lips,
never once realizing you never shared yours in return.
You collected up enough information about me,
just to tear me down.
You used everything I trusted you with,
just to feed the souls of the people who loved gossip and drama.
You used me,
you abused me,
you broke me down,
destroyed me,
and I let you.
You were my best friend,
I could trust you,
I was naive.
I never could have realized my worst enemy was my best friend.
Right?
I guess they do say keep your friends close but your enemies closer.
Why was I your enemy?
Easy target?
Will you answer me?
Please?
I will never trust a friend again.
So thanks.
Alter-Ego
In another world, I'd be a superhero. I would love to help people. Save lives. Matter to others. I could be invincible and calm. I'd be strong in both muscle and virtue. Someone that people could look up to.
In another world, I'd have a secret identity much like the one I have now. Only it wouldn't be to protect myself from hate and bigotry. It'd be to protect others, especially the ones I love. I'd probably still be in a closet, but only to change into my alter-ego of an everyday person. An everyday person with a normal family.
In another world, I'd have battles to fight, but they would be cartoonish with dramatic villians that are defeated in a single episode. The battles would be physical in actual locations, instead of being stuck inside of my head. And my allies would be plentiful and just as strong as me. I'd have my wife or husband, best friends, and anyone else who wants to stand with us. We'd fight the forces of evil and laugh like we are free.
In another world maybe we could be who we really are. We'd no longer have to worry about hiding in the shadows and showing too much public sappiness.
In another world, maybe I'd like to discover happiness.
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If Only
Alas, I could only dream of another world. Another world where our timelines collide. Where I get to see your smiling facing, just one more time. Where I could perhaps meet our daughter, see her walk down the aisle.
God, if only I hadn't missed my chance.
If only I hadn't missed our date.
If only I hadn't gotten my foot stuck in a sewer drain.
Burned Again
Never again will I spend hours and hours turning a poorly written and poorly formatted movie script into a presentable document without getting paid up front. Time out for not looking out for number one.
Burned again
by a no good
so-and-so
faking and shaking
looking to get something
for nothing
Not caring a damn
about another
Woe to that
stinking mother . . .
Balance the “Never Agains”
Never again will I be nervous when I meet the boss, administrator or corporate heads.
They are people who want to know my thoughts or I would not have met them.
Never again will I be camera shy or afraid of the microphone in public. People must want to know what I have to say (or sing.)
Never again will I allow myself unnecessary debt.
Never again will I think I'm a 'little guy' not worthy of having a big brain.
Never again am I afraid to speak what everyone is thinking.
Never again will I interject or interrupt other's speech. I will be a listener and hold the floor when I do speak.
Never again will I bite into a jalapeno pepper.
Never again will a rich man try to use me based on his wealth and celebrity.
Never again will I take on a leech of a man.
Never again will I judge others, I will see the creation of them.
And sadly, never again will some wonderful relationships return.
I said these words to myself believing them as I sat in the park realizing that all these "never agains" were true. There is a long list of "I'd like to do it agains" to balance the "never agains!"
Never Again!
Verse One
Never again will I wait in the wing.
I’ll be the star If I wanna sing!
I’ve brought all that anyone can bring!
Never again will I wait in the wing...
Verse Two
Moving up, no coming down.
Yeah, so proud to wair this crown!
With all I got,
No, I won’t be forgot..!
Pushing past the obstacles,
to be the best of the best!
Pre-Chorus
The world is only gettin’ worse,
Every moment, the foulest curse...
But I will be the hope...
I hope...
Chorus
Yeah I hope to be the best,
And I know I’m ’bove the rest!
Yeah, put me to the test,
And I’ll pass!
More ‘n’ just a lil’ lass,
If you can go for gold, through ’way that brass!
I'll rise above my country, I'll never, ever slack!
No, I take that back-
I’ll rise above the world!
Verse 3
Never said I'd make no mistakes,
Only said 'I got what it takes'.
Oh, theres so many fakes,
But I still got what it takes.
Yep, got the right makes...
Random Rapping
Don't even try to put me down,
It'll be you that gonna frown.
You'll be laughed at like a killer clown-
Why I sit on my thrown with a golden crown.
Yeah, I'm better than you!
Better than you!
'Cause I'm gonna see this through!
Gonna see this through!
So, you betta play nice.
Better play nice!
'Cause when I'm in the zone, I don't think twice!
She don't think twice!
I'm not a repeat,
Not a rude lil' storm of sleet.
Exuse me now, gotta keep up my beat,
But not before I show of my feet!
(Insanely good dancing last 10 seconds)
Chorus
Yeah I hope to be the best,
And I know I’m ’bove the rest!
Yeah, put me to the test,
And I’ll pass!
More ‘n’ just a lil’ lass,
If you can go for gold, through ’way that brass!
I'll rise above my country, I'll never, ever slack!
No, I take that back-
I’ll rise above the world!
Verse 1 (Repeat)
Never again will I wait in the wing.
I’ll be the star If I wanna sing!
I’ve brought all that anyone can bring!
Never again will I wait in the wing...
Verse 4
Oh, I got this!
Oh, I'll bring the bliss!
I got everything you'll miss...
I got this!
Pre-Chorus
The world is only gettin’ worse,
Every moment, the foulest curse...
But I will be the hope...
I hope...
Bridge
I'm gonna build up the hope...
Lend a hand, toss down a rope...
Wash away the greif with soap-
But first I gotta get into the spotlight.
Then I know, at least I will be alright.
Chorus
Yeah I hope to be the best,
And I know I’m ’bove the rest!
Yeah, put me to the test,
And I’ll pass!
More ‘n’ just a lil’ lass,
If you can go for gold, through ’way that brass!
I'll rise above my country, I'll never, ever slack!
No, I take that back-
I’ll rise above the world!
I'll rise above the... woooorrrrlllld.
Above the world.
Last Try
Never again. Never again will I let you try me and live to tell the story. I’m beyond tolerating any loose definitions of love. Either it is or it isn’t. I refuse to do the guess work. Maybe you’ll grow up and save yourself from impending devastation. Life is too short to die alone, but it might be your preference.
PT is for the Strong
Never again.
Two days ago a friend of mine, who is in the army, invited me to go to PT. For those who don’t know, that’s Physical Training. I said “Sure! Sounds like fun!”
I woke up the morning after and my WHOLE BODY felt like it had been run over by a drill sergeant on an ATV. I’m in college, so I have to go to my 9 a.m. class. Afterwards I stand up with some friends and start limp-walking, only for my arms to completely cramp up and stop working. My backpack falls to the ground while I let out an undignified yelp. My friend wouldn’t let me have my backpack back for the rest of the walk.
Later that night I start to feel slightly better. Then I remember I forgot to print out a paper for my 5 o’clock class. I rush to a printer, which happens to be up a small set of steps in the building I entered. On the way back down the steps my legs stopped working! I don’t know if I tripped or if they were just like “Nope! No more stairs for us!” I toppled down the stairs, and caught myself in the push up position...with my arms. Sufficeth to say, they were not happy. I don’t know what dislocation feels like, but I literally could not move them more than 30 degrees in either direction after that.
I’m proud to say that this morning I can move my arms again! Though I wince everytime I sneeze still cause my abs feel like a lost MMA match.
Never again will I work out with the army. Until next week cause it was actually really fun.