How are we expected to talk?
When we cannot be in the same room
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Author: Phil Lister
Please comment, talk to me! Poet that loves to rhyme and interaction with readers is everything!
Beautiful butterfly
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The beautiful butterfly
Floating by
Flapping its wings
No care why
To patter in the flowers
Nectar sugar high
Now it has its energy
To take off and fly
The beauty of the dance
Courting in the wind
Oh it has me mesmorized
How long has it been?
Did you know its blood is cold?
It likes to warm in the sun
Basking beauty at its best
The contest it has won
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James Lott Jr you have been roasted
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I know a guy
Funny as hell
James lott jr
Out of his shell
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In the jungle
His garden in LA
He wants a roast
Time to play
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It’s hot over there
A lot of sun
He works so much
He’s lost his buns
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He’s a leftie
Weird is that
He don’t like scissors
He likes to act
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He sings to himself
Too old too fat
What a sick beat
Too loud too black
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Masked singer is in town
Where has he gone
They unmask the winner
James has won
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He is a taurus
He’s always sipping tea
The cool cuddly hunk
Happy as can be
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Now in his garden
Tending his flowers
He’s got green fingers
What super powers
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What did I say
About this super man
Look at him jump
He is the man!
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This clouded feeling
I can’t put my finger on it
Why I feel so down
This clouded feeling
That’s hanging around
I feel almost sick
But I don’t know why
I haven’t even got
Any appetite
I can’t control my emotions
So angry in my heart
Can’t pull it from me
I don’t know which path
How can I escape
From this torturous hell?
Is there an escape?
Is it a closed shell?
Its vice like grip
Constantly on me
Oh how I wish
I could be free
To breathe deeply
Clean virgin air
To stop suffocating
To fight the despair
Does happiness exist?
Will I feel it one day?
Or am I in hell hotel
Destined to stay?
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It all started when…
This is
My once upon a time
When the suffering commenced
And I began to rhyme
Family problems
With mum and dad
They were separated
I never liked that
As I was scared
Scarred in my heart
As a lost soul
Where to start?
Easy to cry
Never understood
Impossible to help
As if you could?
My shell protecting
From the outside
Impossible to open
This was my life
I would curl in a ball
To be alone
I hated myself
This was my home
Quiet at school
Colorblind too
Difficult to make friends
Oh so true
I would hurt myself
To inflict pain
Scratching my arms
What did it gain?
Burning myself
To suffer some more
Days dragged by
Like a chore
I wished to punish
To harm myself
Through all the torment
The mental health
Anger so dark
Eating away
Hard to push out
To keep at bay
Although crying out
Silently so
I needed help
For it to go
If someone was there
To listen, just that
It would of helped
A selfless act
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Saving the snake in the flames
A man saw a snake
Surrounded by flames
He tried to help it
Bitten and in pain
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The man dropped the snake
Back into the fire
He looked around him
His courage to be admired
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He found a metal bar
The snake wrapped around
He placed the bar down
Carefully to the ground
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A passer by saw his act
Questioning why he helped
“The snake’s instinct is to bite”
“But I just had to help”
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Ups and downs
I don’t understand
Why my emotions are so strong
Like being prodded with a stick
What is going on?
One moment I am up
I am ok with the day
I don’t need it to end
I do not feel afraid
But then there are the downs
And they really mess me up
Looking always for the escape
Cause I want it so much
I try to control my emotions
To get on top of them
But sometimes they’re stronger than me
It drives me round the bend
Why is it so hard?
To get along with life
We always just seem to cope
Trying not to subside
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The roses wilting
The roses wilting
Over the side of the glass
Sensed they had given up
Could not forever last
My sickening feeling
Inside of me
Sadness seeping out
Wanting to be freed
They look so tired
As if it’s the end
Flowers to one side
No way to mend
As I gaze down
Studying the floor
A tear leaves my eye
I can’t do this anymore
Grabbing the stalks
Piercing my hand
Throwing with force
Don’t care where they land
As I collapse to the floor
Feeling sorry for myself
I have given up
I need to find help
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