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Saturday, April 13, 2013
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Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Yesterday's Mistakes
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Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Parasite
I promise I'm no longer bitter, but I wanted to share something written when I was (perhaps it's obvious?)
How dare you call
yourself human?
You are a parasite.
You live and feed off your victims, contributing nothing in return.
You are a bottom feeder.
You lurk in the depths of hell and feed off the hopes, dreams and naiveté of the innocent and the sinless.
You continue to pick at the bones when the flesh is long gone then run off with the carcass so there is nothing left to bury.
You've fooled many.
I among them.
You morph effortlessly so no one catches on.
But when you've made your final transition, it's far too late to avoid the inevitable death of another soul.
You are a parasite.
You live and feed off your victims, contributing nothing in return.
You are a bottom feeder.
You lurk in the depths of hell and feed off the hopes, dreams and naiveté of the innocent and the sinless.
You continue to pick at the bones when the flesh is long gone then run off with the carcass so there is nothing left to bury.
You've fooled many.
I among them.
You morph effortlessly so no one catches on.
But when you've made your final transition, it's far too late to avoid the inevitable death of another soul.
© Susan Barton
Sunday, March 24, 2013
The Me Without the You
You told me that you loved me
Now I know you lied
Did you really think I’d wither?
Curl up? Wish I’d died?
How sad to be so broken
To lie to one so true
You have no clue what love is
Deception’s what you do
I won’t spend time obsessing
the you without the me
Your web of lies aren't binding
I’m glad to be set free
One day you’ll fall in love with
someone you’ll think is real
But she won’t love you back
Won’t share the way you feel
You’ll be the one that’s lied to
You'll know how much it stings
But I'll be on to other,
Bigger, better things
© Susan Barton
Saturday, March 23, 2013
A Mother's Dream
I dreamed
you were a boy again
I held you
close and tight
You clung to
me like long ago
Eyes
innocent and bright
Then
toddling not too far ahead
I watched
your every stride
Giggles
drifted through the air
My heart so
full of pride
But then the
dream was over
Reality once
more
The man who
stands before me
Is marching
off to war
Against my
better judgment
I’m sad this
choice you’ve made
I pray the
Lord protects you
May angels
come to your aid
So now I
must let go and
I’ll trust
you’ll be alright
I’ll close
my eyes and hope that
I dream that
dream tonight
Murder or Suicide?
that when you sleep
I press my head to your chest
To be assured you have a heart
How can you say you love me,
but hurt me to my core?
True, your blows are invisible
My spirit is what’s black and blue
I blame myself
I consented to this crime called murder
And I’ve given you permission
To prolong my death
The time has come
To save myself
And walk away
From my own suicide
Labels:
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love,
murder,
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suicide,
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Friday, March 22, 2013
Copper Kettles and Conversation
Fingers
bent, misshapen, sore
She
drinks her tea, stares at the floor
Thoughts
wandering, she brings to mind
of
happy days she left behind
Of
friends and family who have past
All
the memories she’s amassed
Days
go by without a soul
She
knows how old age takes its toll
A
long, sad sigh escapes her lips
How
she yearns for new friendships
For
copper kettles and conversations would she give
the
last few days she’s got to live
Labels:
elderly,
end of life,
failing health,
old age,
twilight years
Belladonna
If I had some belladonna
I’d put some in your soup
Not a lot, only a little
Just to make you sick
Sick enough to need me
And I would nurse you well
If I gave you belladonna
I could climb out of this hell
© Susan Barton 2013
Labels:
belladonna,
clinging to old loves,
love,
murder,
obsession,
poison,
unrequited love
Regrets
Last night
he looked beautiful
Laying in
the moonlight
Today he
looks ugly
I let my
lust get the best of me
The
jello shots didn’t help either
I can’t wait
to get rid of him
But he looks
like he’s
made himself
comfortable
Remote
gripped in his hand
Feet propped
up on my coffee table
I didn’t
realize how big
his nose was
Damned bar
lighting!
Last night she looked so sexy
Sprawled across the bed
But she’s not so hot in the daytime
Her boobs are kinda small
And she’s got some cottage cheese fat
On her chubby butt
That’s the last time I get wasted
And go home with some random chick
At least she has a big screen TV
I can
still catch the game
Labels:
casual affair,
men,
one night stand,
pickup lines,
regrets,
relationships,
the morning after,
women
Women Rise Up
Okay sister, listen up.
I’ll only say this once.
If every woman were to lay
down
and give up
where would we be?
No right to vote.
No right to choose.
No rights at all.
I know your life’s been
harsh.
You’ve been beat down.
I’ve been there too.
Rise up and be angry.
Challenge every unkind
word,
slap and blow suffered at
the hands of man.
For every unjust act.
React.
Fight back.
Put down the diet pills,
padded bras,
wrinkle creams,
and be you.
Not some distorted view
of someone who
has no clue
of what you’ve been
through.
Challenge your mothers,
sisters,
and most importantly your
daughters
to stand up and be heard.
If not for you, then for
them.
So that someday things
might be better,
easier, safer, unbiased
and equal.
© Susan Barton 2013
Labels:
discrimination,
equal rights,
female,
inequality,
sex discrimination,
suffrage,
unequal,
women,
women's rights
Instead of Obsessing I Could Change the World
I’ve
decided that
into a
worthy cause
I could
move mountains.
Instead
of planning revenge
I could
feed the homeless.
Two hang
ups a night instead of twelve?
I’d
have time to read to the blind
Sitting
in my car,
outside
your house for hours
could
be spent
handing
out condoms at school.
Going
to court for violating
restraining
orders
takes
more time than
ringing
the Salvation Army bell.
I could
dish out a lot of soup
at the
soup kitchen
if I
stopped cyber stalking your girlfriend
and
emailing your mom.
Yes, I
could make a difference in this world
if I
could get you out of my head
out of
my heart
and out of my blood.
© Susan Barton 2013
© Susan Barton 2013
Labels:
ex-girlfriend,
life,
love,
obsession,
obsessive,
relationships,
revenge,
stalking
Loving Someone Who Used to Love You
If we
could trade places
for just
one day, one hour, one minute,
my pain,
I’d gladly give you.
The
hollow void you left behind
would then be achingly suffered
by you
night and day.
My life
would be as peaceful
as the
expression on your face
when last
we spoke.
How true,
what they say,
the
saddest thing is to love someone
who used
to love you.
© Susan Barton 2013
Labels:
ex lover,
hate,
love,
love affair,
men,
relationships,
unrequited love,
woman,
women
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