Blogstalker's Logic

Your mood is always good you say,
I don't believe you, no how, no way.

Maybe it's for me, your venom you save,
I don't think I am reading into the words you gave.

It was fun while it lasted but now you've changed your tune,
Sarcasm and insults seem to be the only words you now spoon.

What happened to sharing the banter,
Silly me to think it was fun and laughter.

Bored and onto other things,
This is what indifference brings.

Attitudes like this take their toll,
On the mind and on the soul.

Be prepared for the worst,
Come a time for you it will burst.

All alone and wondering why,
Your life and loves have passed you by.

I try to move on with the rest,
Living my life at my best.

Mod Edit: Removed by request of writer.

[edit on 4-27-2009 by worldwatcher]

Amateurish and simplistic is what I write,
Plain and simple is my plight.

Depth in thought is not apparent,
Shallow thoughts are what's transparent.

I have never strived to be Robert Frost,
Just scribble my prose so the ideas not lost.

To be appreciated is certainly a goal,
But at what price to the soul.

I write what comes into my mind,
Often it is misunderstood and maligned.

The readers adapt the words to their own,
Conclusions drawn are theirs alone.

Ok, so maybe it wasn't that funny
One of those "I guess you had to be there" times.

They happen too often it seems to me.
Like where I get teased for my rhymes.

I try to write what is on my mind,
What bothers me often or sometimes.

Life doesn't always deal things fair,
Must be due to all my previous crimes.

Laugh if you must, and yes it bothers me,
I get back up and continue the climbs.

The point proven all to well,
It's been said many times.

As I say never too old to learn,
Delete works well for this bad rhyme.

Hormone High

Talking to a girlfriend just today,
Wondering why it had to be this way?
"A Hormone High" I said with wit,
"If only it was" she replied to it.

"A vicious high" I then corrected.
Not so much fun, all disconnected.
Two weeks late, to the ultimate peak.
Best think twice before you speak.

Even before the eventual flow,
Comes the "I don't give a #" glow.
Pain and bloating an equal treat,
Oh wait, I prefer the swollen feet.

The best is even yet to come,
A deeper gloomier, chemical glum.
Cramps and weakness in the knees,
I can't think straight, or speak with ease.

I have written, it is great to be a girl,
It is, except when in a hormonal whirl.
Beware the next time you make her mad,

Scalping isn't the latest fad.

Alternate ending (T&C ! )

[edit on 5/13/2009 by Blogstalker]

How do friendships end this way.
Buried and dead and packed away.
Any good long ago forgotten,
Nothing left, just a smell so rotten.

No "talk to you later" or good-byes,
Just silence and stillness the only prize .
Who really cares what has transpired,
No regard of what anyone else required.

Left with words that should not be spoken,
Cruel and hurtful, surely the intended token.
Said for effect, but not worth a mention,
All thoughts of healing in suspension.

Nothing important came my way,
Little did others understand my display.
Living my life as I always do,
Hoping to find friends to guide me through.

Sometimes lucky in this quest,
Finding true friends, and certainly blessed.
Tried and true they are my might,
Kept close to me, always in sight.

Flowery prose, won't change the thought.
The meaning of what each one has brought.
The friendships dead and in the past,
Are purged and replaced at long last.










[edit on 5/18/2009 by Blogstalker]

"You can pick your friends but not your family"
I think that is how the saying goes.
And why is it that this family,
Are the ones you want to please most.

It seems to me that I can't do it,
Or perhaps I ask too much.
But I don't feel like I belong sometimes,
Like a total stranger, as such.

Always the last to know the news,
It seems to be a "did you know?"
What is going on in their lives.
And my answer, always a "no"

Families are connected,
Just as they should be.
To learn from the differences,
But not be effected negatively.

So I don't seem to always fit in,
And often feel at a loss.
I know that when "push comes to shove"
We have each other at any cost.

Anger and hurt,
Of course love as well.
Part of the package,
In this life we dwell.

Mothers, fathers,
Sisters no brothers.
Are we much different,
From most of the others.

Every once in awhile.
It needs to be clear.
That I am part of the family,
I hold so dear.

The family I have is the one that I want,
And all can be solved that is wrong.
I just have to say that I feel this way,
And will continue to forever be strong.

Feelings are never wrong,
They are yours and your alone.
The way they are perceived,
Is something you can't own.

The events that make you feel,
Don't need to be explained.
Others might not see it the same,
It all just leaves me drained.

I wear my heart out on my sleeve,
For everyone to see.
Sometimes it doesn't work so well,
But it is the way I was made to be.

I know many things are different,
Doesn't make it right or wrong.
The way we perceive things,
Each should follow their inner song.

Trying to please people,
Is what I like to do.
Be accepted and understood,
And in the end, remain true.

Learning the lessons,
Of what makes people feel.
Is very tricky to master,
And often tough to reveal.

One thought is that,
If I do causes pain.
I will try to be thoughtful,
Of the feeings you attain.

It surely is never my intention,
As I live and write my ballad.
Just feelings are what they are,
As long as true and valid,

Regrets ?

I hate to say I have regrets,
But there are a few in my past.
If I could do it differently,
Would the changes last.

Those things that, if I could,
Go back to the time.
Would I bother, do I care,
Alter a word or a rhyme.

It's always hard to know how much,
The people in my life I miss.
Some are gone or no longer friends,
But remembered fondly the stolen kiss.

Do I wish I could go back,
To the days that I speak of.
I have to say I'm not so sure,
And would it still be love.

I try to move on,
Instead of regrets.
And live in the here and now,
I think that I am old enough to have paid my debts.

A bit of advice to my alter self,
To fondly remember the past.
Use it all, the love and loss.
To the future, a time not to be surpassed.

I don 't like to hold a grudge,
But admit I have done so.
Sometimes it is hard to resist,
So things sit and they grow.

It's not a trait of which I am proud,
But somethings have a mind of their own.
So I try to work through the best I can,
And not bother others with my moan.

Most things work themselves out,
As time and nature take course.
As I muddle through the lingering grudge,
Looking for a stronger force.

As they say "time heals all wounds"
Truer words were never spoken.
Soon I forget the true cause,
And the grudge is now broken.

If you hold on to them too tight,
It weakens the mind and soul.
So forget the past and move on,
Forgiveness the ultimate goal.

[edit on 7/17/2009 by Blogstalker]

You have nice writing here

I have been played
And made the fool.
It isn’t fun,
So not cool.

You had a laugh,
At my expense.
Run and hide,
Your best defense.

Cowards run,
To afraid to talk.
Never show their cards.
Or walk the walk.

Is it so hard to say?
I have asked before.
There is nothing else I want.
No, nothing more.

What is holding you back
How can you have fears
Answer me now,
After all these years.

When you finally answer,
Don’t be surprised.
That it is all over,
All that’s left is despised.

Best times remembered,
Never to forget.
But what does it matter,
It’s all part of the debt.

I won’t repay
It’s now or never
I won’t replay.
Is it time to sever?

The time is close,
You’ve had your chance.
I’m ready to turn
Without a second glance.

never mind

[edit on 9/3/2009 by Blogstalker]

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Nevermind? What's up?

I'll text you... long story.

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Ahhh I see........good point! And I agree!

This thread is closed.

It was fun while it lasted
But now it's time to go.

Not sure why I waited so long,
Sometimes I just don't know.

The misery caused wasn't needed,
Honesty is always, best in show.

The grief started at the top,
And to those below it would flow.

At the bottom isn't where I like to be,
So climb back up I will, no longer to feel low.

For those brought down with me
No worries now, our minds together, they glow.


now the thread is closed

thread now open

Couldn't have written it better myself. **

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