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Stalkers And Jerks

Maybe people are inanimate objects.
That surely is me, here again an eject.
Again and again, twice in a row,
There you go, OMG, I know, I am slow!

Shrew from now on…
Not a mean bone in her
Dearheart, hope is gone.
Never love metro confer!

Ejection is always how it would be,
Bestowed love received superficially.
Illness of sorts to be stoic as tree,
Unexplained loss of glee.

Sudden joys, conflicted emotions,
lies and rumors, deliberately spread,
unknown consequences, commotions,
maybe He is there? In this time of dread!

Connotations are a rage, forced,
like a forest fire, winds fan flames.
Our friends, dear ones are coerced,
mouths overflow with words, sadly names.

Stalkers can find no other obsessions,
Metrosexual, focuses on reputation.
Verbal fabrications, his weapons,
Weaker minds, their baggage, axons.

Carrying mendacities, unable to discern,
Tongues lengthen spewing vomit.
Axons, in panic show such lack of concern.
Collateral mutilation, see the hell of it?

In what way can we escape a pentagon?
What siege is this metro firebrand?
Cannot his doctors see? Is there antiphon,
Pack my baby, flee! Too weary make stand.

Pentagon form, a house, built chord by chord.
Stalkers, come with mouths, sharpened tongues.
At each chord, slash and slash, wages sword.
In His pentagon, two women, flight clearly toward.

Though it is sad our very closest contacts cannot discern or they
are so into themselves they cannot see us being hurt. And themselves being deceived and hurt. Or maybe they do and are just tired of dealing with the metro and his private dicks and misguided friends and his misdirected anger. Can you not see my child has moved on and you should too! This is about you!

  1. October 9, 2011 at 6:40 pm

    Oh, I’m sorry if your daughter has a stalker, that is not good at all. Sad if someone can’t let go because it can develop into a nasty obsession and become a danger too.
    Hope he can let go. Sheesh! Your prose is a powerful a write.


  2. manicddaily
    October 9, 2011 at 7:31 pm

    This one definitely has a scary edge. Sounds like a terrible situation; a lot of passion/defense/thought here.


  3. October 9, 2011 at 8:10 pm

    wow…strong message…hope that matthew recieves it and gets the point….ugh…had a few stalkers in my day…not a lot of fun…


  4. October 9, 2011 at 9:30 pm

    You have way of expressing your self., good for brave person.


  5. October 9, 2011 at 9:58 pm

    I have a feeling that there is a back story here that I am not privy to. You communicate a sense of anger–even rage.


  6. the word bar
    October 9, 2011 at 11:40 pm

    Oh my .. It’s all about control my friend.. whomever this individual is, you just need to know that they will evntualy tire of their useless efforts..

    Keep speaking out against these insecure, pathetic creeps..
    You are Momma now roar!!


  7. October 9, 2011 at 11:52 pm

    Connotations are a rage = this is the key to the whole philosophy of bumper stickers


  8. October 10, 2011 at 3:27 am

    Not sure about the situation exactly, but I’ve encountered stalking. People not involved have a tough time understanding how aggravating it is to be stalked, it’s not just about the lurking and following. The stalker often does things to make sure you notice him there, very disruptive. Thanks for your poem.


  9. October 12, 2011 at 6:44 pm

    scary to hear that your daughter HAS A STALKER,



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