Hot Topic

I wrote this poem today after a heated discussion with my boyfriend. I'm not going to state what the conversation was specifically about because it would give the poem's intended meaning away.  After reading the poem myself over and over, I realized this poem can relate to more topics than just the first one it was intended, so I'd rather the reader interpret what they may.  Also... this is not meant to rhyme; however, do note, line moods are antonymous to the preceding.  This is, Hot Topic:

I'm sorry for people who are being steered wrong.
Everyone thinks what they know is right.
If what everyone thinks are polar opposites,
How can everyone contest their truths so similar?
Everyone is so sure,
No one can question.
I'm so sorry for everyone being lead
Contrasting truths, paths, and prophets we follow.
Everyone seems devoted fully to their truths
No one stops to think, what if this is a lie.
To follow a lie is so sad, the thought makes me cry
One's truth gives him a security that makes him smile.
I'm sorry for you, them, and the others
I'm sorry for me, we, my brothers, and mothers
No one knows, but all walk in faith.
This is the beauty of an ugly fate.
These are the remains of a heated debate.

BlaqueMeramaid, 2012

Am Fib Ali

In response to and inspired by InYaChest's video entitled, "The DUMBEST LIES men tell".
Men lie, women lie, we all lie to different degrees.... but when men lie, they do so horribly and at the dumbest things. Just be real. This is Am Fib Ali:

His charisma seized me;
Boastful struts towards my direction.
His words were crafted
To captivate my total attention.

Paragraphs filled with glam,
Making claims to make one gawk.
Yet, I quickly realized,
It's all just pretentious talk.

My mm-hms and uh-huhs
Filled between his pauses and rests.
Womp Womp Womp Wua.......
His voice faded, along with my interest.

Why start off with lies,
Of possessions and pseudo-success
Like I'm some dummy,
Vulnerable to petty attempts to impress.

That's ok, I'll move
"On to the next one"

My phone chimed twice
Announcing a text message arrival.
"Boo, I miss you"
Like I'm Jane stranded in a jungle.

Boy, didn't we just speak?!
Do, tell! What exactly do you miss?
Words need to be verified;
How 'bout you add action to the mix.

He professes, "I love you,"
After just a week- what insanity!
Intuition kicks in,
I sense deceit via ambiguity

The truth will prevail
Sweet nothings draw to one conclusion-
Nothing-- but motives
To taint my "sweetness" with seduction.

It echoes through my head,
"Baby, you know you're the only one"
He began to call me Tia--
Caught himself, then ended with, "Hun"

For how many seconds
Does that statement hold true?
Or am I the only one,
When I'm standing in front of you?

I thought you were smart;
You thought you were too,
Which made you mistake me
For some type of fool.

Each time you lie,
I tally it up in my head.
Strike one, strike two...
I'm fed up of being misled.

Skip Strike 3,
You're out! Enough of your quibble!
Take your things,
'N here's a Kleenex for the dribble....

2011

*Poem by Lex*

P.S. The title of this poem is a mere phonetic break down of the word Amphiboly to create an emphasis on the word Fib.

That Moody Juice

Sometimes its hard to pinpoint what exactly you are feeling..... Everything contributes to your mood. Written back in 2008, this is That Moody Juice:

Mixed emotions
Stir within me
Like a blender.
The big chunks diminish
Into a mushed up paste
Thinner and thinner.

Can no longer tell
One from the other.
What is this?
What am I feeling?

I no longer know.
I know the ingredients
But cannot distinguish
Them from the mix.
Separate them I cannot,
Now they are one.

This chemical bond,
Scientists don't know
How to separate.
This physical bond,
Too strong to pry
Many fail when they try.

So leave it as it is.
Don't water it down,
Drink it as it is.
With its richness,
Its thickness,
And its "mmm mmm good"ness

These emotions supply
My tank when it's on E.
When there's nowhere to turn,
I go crazy
Cause my tank is full
From that blended beverage.

2008
*Poem by Lex*

Now Accepting Applications

Keep in mind this poem was written when I was 18 in 2008 and felt like moving on from a relationship that went sour. I was "Now Accepting Applications".... and always until a man wed mi up.

Its that time again
When my staff is insufficient
Actually, a lil less than insufficient
It's more like non-existent

I have no one in that position
The most important one to be filled
Duties include running errands
Ranging from boring to extra thrilled

Yes, the sign is now up.
The big "Now Hiring" here
Just take an application
And fill it out with care

Don't write to please me
Nor write to simply fill in blanks
Be truthful on the form
'Cause honesty isn't stored in banks

Start at the top of the page
Your REAL and complete name please
Include birth date and social security
And don't forget, include any disease

All of the above are necessary
All of the above I need
If you don't provide ALL info
I will discard it and it I'll never read

I'm sorry to inform you
This job must go unpaid
If you are lucky to get the position
Love and memories will be our trade

What position is open?
Why is this application so important to send?
I'm asking single Males age 20 and up
How'd you like to be my full-time Boyfriend?


2008
*Poem by Lex*

P.S. the minimum age for applicants is always 2 years above my current age. :)

My Kind of Kind

This is a poem dedicated for those who feel as though they can't be nice to anyone in fear that their kindness will be abused and taken for weakness. We all been through the feeling of being grumpy and completely selfish because we are too proud to allow anyone to see any signs of weakness. This is My Kind of Kind:

My kindness is a weakness,
If you were to ask me.
Cause my heart is meek
For those who ask
And are eager to seek
Whatever I have to offer
(Even though I can't spare a dollar)
I can afford to forgive.
The cost is cheap;
Chump change if I may say.
Since my heart is so weak,
It can not carry the burden
From the stress a matter can strain.
People should return to Earth -
Down, from their high peaks.
Don't they know strength
Isn't needed to turn the other cheek?
I rather let it all go
Let my kindness be taken for weakness
So my dear heart
Can abandon the load.
That's my kind of kind.

2011
BlaqueMeramaid
*Poem by Lex*

Too Late to Apologize

Waiting for a well deserved apology is a waste of time; sorry doesn't cut it. WARNING: for those with a vivid imagination, one part may be disturbing. Enjoy! :) This was written back in 08. Just know, it's Too Late to Apologize:

OoOoO... I know you sorry now
Did you drop the soap yet?
Bend over and let the feeling penetrate
Reality can make you hallucinate

You can be sorry all you want
Beg on knees if you please
But its "too late to apologize"
Whether or not you realize

But "I'm sorry" wasn't on your agenda
At least not since the alpha from you to me
You gave the judge in the court more love
And made sure to contest the size of the glove

Now I know you feeling it
Something isn't sitting right
In the depths of your soul
Makes you feel like loosing control

Its the Redemption Song
Seeking to escape
From your lips to my ear
Singing Boys II Men, "I swear"

You may still be blinded
From all the hearsay you hear
But let me give you some advise
Don't mix your senses but think twice

My mind and heart are feuding
Truly a game of Tug of War
Over you and where I stand on the issue
'Cause what I had for you was honestly true.

2008
*Poem by Lex*

Thinking 'Bout You

In dedication to the people that have this spectacular, mind boggling ability to makes everything about themselves. Everything is allegedly for their benefit, all thi time, according to them. This poem written back in 2009 goes out to you, I'm still Thinking 'Bout You:

There you go again
Doing wha you do best
Thinkn bout you.
I think about you
Why do we need two?
Two brains shouldn't be thinkin bout you.
Can you use your energy to think bout me?
You can but you choose not to
You prefer to think about you
The most important thing in this world
In your mind, low and behold: You
Reality is... there is no you
Without us, the rest of this world
So put us into consideration
at least sometimes
at least me
I feel I deserve that
at least that
So my request
Is plain and simple:
In addition to thinking bout you
Can you think bout me too?

2009
*Poem by Lex*