Poem -
Feeling the system
I'll stab things into your software system.
I'll ram it up your ass hole computer plug you up good.
I'll pulsate the machine the Droid.
I am feeling like little crazy crippled girl once again, the child I chose to forget, old me.
But now stuck in and out of the chair again.
Filled with fear again, jumping at the bumps in the night and day.
Pins and needle me this, apparently no one can argue with what my body shows and tells from the subconscious.
Oh crying girl, oh crying girl where's the fence post now.
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First thoughts are extremely hard to fill in the blank.
But aren't stupid enough to not float about fly outer bodily.
Part one of story.
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I like this one. Of course not for the situation in which you had to write it. No, I think it bleeds character and your words cut through the obscurities which is poetry. Down right to point, sharp as a knife's edge. I feel like someone's pissed you off Liliana. God I wouldn't want to be on your bad side! But really I hope you are doing well, well as anyone could be. Peace to you my friend.
Thanks more than I can say.
I love twice as much tomorrow, I love you all more than I can say.
Upsets happen Liliana that's life. Shit happens.
Welcome to the real world and all the unsuspecting tender traps and mindtraps it lays and guilefully plays.
Hard to say what the TRUE answer is, to be honest and this is part one.
So I'll keep my poem comment powder dry for now and see what develops.
But in the meantime be yourself for now and if change is required, it works both ways.
For you'll know which to decide upon.
Stay poetry frosty my friend.
And is that a Leo Sayer song in your reply above...
Yes shit happens but your strength will provide you with love.
Best wishes to you and your family.