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COULDA FIGURED; SHOULDA KNOWN By Debi Lyn Tu 09/27/22 ~ 9:30 am   Coulda figured this day might just go this way.   Shoulda known twas likely tis simply how it would be.  
Fred had the hots for two pretty girls Dina and Shania, But he didn’t tell the girls that he loved them. Shania unexpectedly moved to the country with her mother. It’s a pity Fred hadn’t asked her out before she left.
Sometimes it's hard to admit it, but sometimes you need to accept defeat, And that the future that you thought you were heading towards ends up not being so sweet.
Sometimes it's hard to admit it, but sometimes you need to accept defeat, And that the future that you thought you were heading towards ends up not being so sweet.
     When you leave me, I feel my throat close my air leaves my lungs and they colaps I feel suffocation creeping in it hurts, it hurts how could you make me feel this way?      When I lose, I can't breathe
picking ripe plump figseach one marred by pecking holes~ pleasantly plump birds......Mark Toney © 2021.8/29/2021 - Poetry form: Haiku (for you)
Some Think That I'm... " BRAVE "... !!! To Say The Things I Say About The Ways We Are... "ENSLAVED"... By Those Who LIVE By Getting Rich... OFF People Who SLAVE EVERY SINGLE DAY... !!!
I have grown and bloomed, but my color is wasted. Unnoticed. Unwanted. Untouched.   I gathered my spirit and threw it atop yours in hopes that you would yield to comfort
When hopes start to disappoint you Dejection drains the power out of you Motivation dies deep inside the soul When criticism shows up to console  
Sometimes I need space The invisible leash tugs on my neck I feel like I’m suffocating, breaking I’m breaking under the weight of expectations
What’s it to you friend If I had known you when we made some mistakes time and time again So let me tell you what; let me implore you the lesson
“When I am older, I want to be a doctor.” Was said by many aspiring children. “When I am older, I will be just like you.” I want to be just like them.
I jump up from the bed with this one thought upon my mind "I'm hungry"! So I run straight to the fridge to make a find The remnants of a snack from late last night are in the sink
Your eyebrows pinch together when you're angry. I always ask: "Are you angry?" And you say no. You always say no.   Maybe, instead, you're frustrated because you always dream too big.
I can't help but wonder of your thoughts since you've journeyed so far. Has it changed you; are you slow to anger, slow to find fault?  Judge with a softer heart?   I'm curious the things you've learned,
When I was a kidI always had this weird obsession with band-aidsThey're as close as I could get to the stickersMy parents wouldn't buy me
Hi, remember me? We met this summer, during the heat. VBS, Fallen trees. Multimedia was for me. We talked a lot, you're my past bully's brother. I thought you were real,
I need a job I need a life I need you   Far from perfect we are born With some of us feeling more privileged than others The one commonality we share is disappointment  
“Don’t talk to me in that tone!” Yes, mother, I apologize for my insolent self.  
I thought you’d smell like butterflies- like the tip of a lollipop-stained tongue, baby’s breath and bleached teeth- so I inhaled you like a pixie stick  and
You'll have to forgive me for being stoic. But things won't work out, and I know it. When you offered me the trip of dreams, When my success you're quick to deem Imminent and sure,
Dear Sam,  Sometimes I'm not sure if I miss you or the way you made me feel. Sometimes I'm not sure if I can live another second without feeling the way you made me feel. Sometimes I'm not sure how you really made me feel.
Empty Pages   Writer’s block is like thinking you’ve met a man you could give your all to at the stage of his life when his ego is inflated like the dollar
  Such phantoms Accompany no one else   Such time is spent In no other hell     The only light is a tiny spark     Behold; a writer in the dark     Trapped and wrought In a cave so lonely
You were a fucked up kid, so was I Because of you No problem; mom she did everything she could You should've used a condom But no; I'm blessed and love the people in my life You can't screw up that too
Dear Sister, I would ask how you are But I can guess from your pattern It’ll be the same as always You’re never satisfied Even though opportunities are there. I’m graduating soon
you’re nine years old. At this time, you’re starting to lose esperanza.
I am not what I am meant to be I’m aware Yes, I know- A girl’s nails are meant To be colorful and sleek Not bitten down by anxiety and picked half to death
“Can I have my idiot back?” The smell of stale beer, The stink of stupidity; They assault me.   “Can I have my idiot back?” The owner looks at me, Gestures to him, Forgets me.
I wish to ask the gushing stream Why fade thin into a foggy one And vanish like a twilight dream In the umbra of the sparkling sun
Brother: Sister was i never enough? to keep you smiling  when things got tough? Mother:Father was i never enough? no not good enough. to feel you love
Disappointment after disappointment. Don't put your trust or hopes in any person, don't place your self-constructed expectations on anyone, Or else disappointment, sadness, and hopelessness is all you will feel.
I’m writing about disappointment. The End. (are you disappointed?)  
My vision goes hazy My mind a little crazy suffocating, palpating my heart is tighter than my fist clenched, back drenched in sweat
All hopes go into a smooth grasp life's circumstances in ones dominant handMy semesters days lead to a three digit goalA gut twistingHand shakingStomach punching stiff grasp crumble corners
i breathe. my throat is tight from too much singing and the anxiety that follows my audition -the look in my teacher's eyes is not responsive when the last note resonates 
There once was a man named Dave Yet drastically different from Goliath unscathed. In dissapointement he was submerged But as fear drew nearer he found courage. Within his headphones, music provided escape.
Let me tell you where I'm at Here at night supposedly alone, Listening to songs that make me feel whole. However there is Disappointment, Self hate and his sister Anxiety, All of them sleeping over.  
  Wrinkled edges and dog-eared pages, Smudges from the swift stroke of a careless hand ― Crispy remnants of a poem spaghetti-stained
It's what some may see inme What my mom sees in me everyday. today was a Senior Awards Night and scholarships were awarded. I didn't recieve any cognition or outstading scholarships,
I am cold, stubborn, and reckless. I am sad, skinny, and wild. I am timid, honest, and loud. I am forgetful, ignorant, and tired. I have failed at being a daughter.
My lips smile,  even as my soul-dipped eyes frown  in the midst  of the silence in your eyes,  or is it indifference at the nagging  of your conscience, a tugging of spirit 
Anxiety. One of the many things, That can drive me insane. Consistently waiting for something, Or in my case, Someone.
Where is the ability to smile? Wondering the earth forever, Kissing the soil that brings life. Who can bring me happiness? Holding on until it hurts, closing my eyes to rest,
How could he? This man who promised her everything, said he loved her, made a vow. This man who was protected by her, shielded from horrors that he couldn’t handle on his own.
Late at night sipping coffee bleary -eyed.   Can't take anymore of these endless searches. My computer screen it dances it blurs as I blink.   My life.
. pain, tears, and suffering disappointment in yourself and others’ disappointment in you   anger, hurt, and screaming
Words coming down, Hurtful and unnoticeable. Pang settles in the heart, Uncomfortable and unbearable. Next comes the tears, Wanting to wipe away, Yet with pride in the way,
I am a bird meant for flight,Beautiful plumage and a mind to the right.I am fed lies of fame and money,I am the bird of milk and honey.I want to act and I want to sing,But maybe "lawyering" is your thing.
I want for you to tell Christ That his quick glass is almost up And the moon’s light Shall gleam (shine) on all of the four corners Residing idly in the room Where the devious shadows lay
Faith You've Lost  
Defining me as a whole- As I stand here before you, Waiting for the sorrow to empty my soul.   You see me as more than I am, And you look down upon my efforts, Defining me as a whole.  
It is the highest expectations that have the furthest to fall,
I sit here, thinking of the future remembering the past and longing for the passion of the present I sit here, unamused, broken down, and confused
Through binoculars I watch waves of emotion smash against the beach: Relentless tides against the sand. I watch, removed, from my paddleboat on the ocean.   I’m the only one out here.
I guess I was wrong about you, I'm sorry I wasted your time. Kill my hope, my heart, my dreams, my soul, and mind. It's time for you to destroy me, What's left of me anyways.
I hate it when I Write a haiku in my head And then forget it
How do I explain? How would YOU explain? When he doesn't show up, when he's always late. How do you explain to her, she's not even 8.... Here's How: When she's jumping up and down cause she can't wait
Don’t ask for Notes Because  your life  Is worth so much  More  than that.   Instead, say to  Yourself ‘If the Sun rises this Morning I will 
Life is payday. You have fifty dollars in your pocket along with the daydreams of what you might buy roses for your future lover the promise of opportunity. Life is tax day.
You are too late I am sorry Didn't make it Not good enough Wrong No Fail   You know these words, yet you hate to hear them
I waited for you to discern me.
With Aspergers, it's a bit tough. There's problems that make you think you've had  enough. From the loud noise to lighting so bright, When you can't handle it all, you are forced to fight.
It's been ages. Ages since I've written anything down. Since I've allowed verses to be thought. It's been forever since choppy sentences unvailed my inner emotions. So here it goes.
If you were a kind of bread, you’d be sourdough(or that gross sort of organic wheat withall the chunks in it that everyone eatsbecause they think it’s good for them and
A letter to my mother   My mother hates me and I don’t know why We just can’t seem to see eye to eye She disrespects me to the ump degree Now I’m going to tell you what’s in my decree  
This is for the girl
Growing up, I was never the favorite. The didn't-matter-never-did-get-your-grades-up. My mom was a nurse, my dad a PhD. My stepmom's doing her diss and I know she's going to make it.
Remincing about the past  How life seemed to go by so fast.
From grass to grace just failed. oh! Ain't no grace in what i face. I Traveled overseas to see a change. I guess now i know what they meant when they said
There sat a boy in class with me, with red Beats that hung around his neck, he'd never take notes in class,
By: Darlyn C. Lojero   one minute, you are looking up at the sky admiring those tiny specks you called distant fire another minute, and you see none
I stand upon the dais, A pedestal of upright intentions, paving a highway to the sweltering lake, set-ablaze. I bare flesh to be branded, and awaits, a dossier,
Dear my love, whose name is unknown I’ve encrypted my unspoken words onto this heart of stone   Each waking hour, each restless night, every passing moment all a paradigm
Waves crash against the shore, A storm is on its way. I cling to my desk in a bitter hope That it will all pass over me.   But as they walk by, Their lightning strikes— Cold, hard stares
Day dreaming  Imangining what my future holds  will I be an uneducated kid  from the deep Delta South  stuggling trying to find the easy way out.  I hope not.  People dwell on the manner of how 
I just keep falling back into the same things Over and over again I make the same mistakes Why? Same heartstrings pulled every time Why do I fall in love so easily?
I'm done I don't really care anymore I'm tired of this shit Disappointed, again I'm done
It's a sad, sad world Filled with too many disappointments And I'm so tired of it So damn tired And as if crying about it helped It just makes me hate myself even more  
There are many times where a parent can screw up But there are also chances for them to make it right. The disappointment builds like change in a cup I wish I could forgive her with all my mite  
I thought you put the best in me,But you really just tested me. I thought you wanted us,Instead I want to cuss. I thought you really wanted me,But I guess you just want to be free.
"You cant change who you've become" This phrase doesn't apply to you literarlly but figurativley its who you've made your self known to others That DOESN'T mean you cant change yourself for the better...or for the worst
Help me believe that youre the right man for my heart..help believe that you can stand to be the mother of my future childrens...
Because I could not stop for Disappointment He  stop for me He came knocking on my door And hit me hard on the face As soon as I opened the door   I saw him taking me away
I can't believe I was so blind, To see the mistakes I made, To see all the chances I could have taken, To see all the things that went wrong, To see all the things I could have prevented.  
You walk in the room My hands begin to shake You look at me My heart pounds I can feel it fighting to jump through my skin You begin to speak
You were the only girl who I've ever truly wanted.  The only girl who my heart have never fronted. Only girl I've relentlessly pursued.. Might sound like a fool, but somedays you was the reason I came to school.
Stop trying so hard And just relax Take each day slowly And give love back   Life is short And terribly long Painfully bitter Yet a beautiful song  
I forgot  Those times I sat on my bed and cried, And sobbed my losses after all I tried And you sat by my side and held me tight You spoke comforting words to make things right.
So you ask me why I write... You want to know why I do what I do? So here, how about I give you a clue,  I am an emotional volcanoe just waiting to erupt, but not in the way you may think, I don't live to dectruct
I am the girl your mother warned you about - that when you're done with the easy lays in beds that never get used to your shape - You'll look up from your third drink and see me standing there, patient,
I yell at you day after day, begging you to take this pain away. I ask you why you have allowed such things to happen to me but all I get in reply is an empty silence and my own sigh. I have been good I say, so why do this to me?
people make mistakes it is in our nature to do-
(poems go herepeople make mistakes
Life is so predictable and disappointing. At first its perfect and you experience love for the first time. You engage in that perfect first kiss with the boy you've always dreamed of dating.
you left us treading for life at a crucial time assuming our emminate doom. you still walked away 
You were always too much to fit intomy dollhouse dreams.I never asked for you to leaveyour shoes at the door,they didn’t seem right there
What is pain? What are tears? When you have a million questions with no fears. Born to this world Without a trace. Left in the dark, left to defend. And, you start so low. But, come up so high.
Have you even wondered where hope goes to die Have you spent your whole life just wanting to cry   What does it mean to you when things shatter A million of pieces left for you to gather  
"You're stupid." "You're unworthy." "You're a disappointment." I would hear time and time again. I hear them carousel through my mind. No one ever told me I was stupid or unworthy,
I hear the Angel's thunderous cries Commanding you to stop. The largest of the troupe comes near And kneels before your face; Eye to eye Bodies so close. You ache to reach out and touch
I carry weight. I carry small things and big things. I hold the tangible and intangible. I carry what is critical, and I also carry utter bullshit.
Resembles a singing sun, is the heart’s first hope- Does it enlighten, does it not shine? As sweet as a mocking bird, is this new found spirit- Does it enlarge, does it not fly? As blue as the ice is the first strike-
Black is the color of a heart so cold that will someday stop and turn into mold. It is the color of sweat on a killer's face, the disappointment and anger of losing a race. Black is the color of a death too soon,
Mad at myself For letting it end Countless months, hours, and days Spent with my thoughts in a never ending haze
Lonely Child A cast-off Loner, A battle-weary Child —whose cries become quieter and quieter After realizing no one hears.
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