Dear God

Dear God ,

I hope you are there, cuz’ I have a really important prayer
I pray that you gimme a heart made of stone, 
That’s rid of emotions and not so heartbreak prone.
I hope you keep all these morons out of my hair

I fail to see why, before woman you made man?
With him you brought upon such misery and doom
For our betterment you say? That’s too much to presume
Masking a mistake so grave in sucha short span…

Men are so useless, so annoying and vile,
They care not for feeling – all they do is pretend
They give two hoots to the means - what matters is the end
Did you honestly make them to make us smile?

I hope you are listening to me loud and clear
You had better get me out of this cycle of devotion
Or I swear to you – I’ll make it hell up in heaven!
For all I care ‘they’ can kiss my rear!

When we were little they were tolerable so,
But as we grew up and thus began the disaster
Where I was the puppet and he the master
I’m through getting dumped – just so you know!

Just who do these assh*les think that they are
We were made from their rib not a pile of dung
Did you in the process accidentally puncture their lung?
God make ‘em realize we’re better – if not at par

Day one we are princesses and the transition is quick
One day we wake up and it’s all gone – the colours fade
Broken are all the dreams they showed and we once made
Teach them, o lord, to think with their heads not with their d*ck

Dear God, I hope you’ve heard and got my plea straight
There lie two options before the all knowing
Either fix ‘em up or curb their numbers from growing 
For once just listen to me and change things – lets not debate

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I am pretty sure this little nonsensical rhyme will raise alot of controversy - I am waiting :)

Exam Blues

Once upon a time when exams were up ahead
There was a princess with a head full of dread
Trying to fill her pea brain with knowledge galore
Pouring over books and forgetting ever more

“Oh wretched exams – how I hate thee so”
I wish you would vanish – I bid thee go!
The king wishes me to have scholarly zeal
Doesn’t anyone give a f*ck bout what I feel?

I am a rogue – I care not for education
For what I’m taught limits imagination
Yet I sit in the tower pouring over scrolls
As I dream about pansies and fairies and trolls

Tis’ the night before the exams begin
And like a serpent rises my evil twin
Why study when you can play
You’ve worked enough during the day

So my mind starts to wander to places far and wide
To a Medieval prince and his Spanish bride
A rap on the door startles me out of my reverie
“Amelia have you studied the scrolls-each and every?”

My tutor is a pain – in all the wrong places
Oh how doth one tackle such nut cases?
In reply I smile… and nod sincerely
“Very well here’s more,” he cuts in crudely 

The door is shut; I stare at the pile before me
My head in a tizzy, my back so achy
All work and no play is a thing of the past
My ship sails in a sea of scrolls - without a mast 

Oh save me somebody – hear out my cry
Why should I study – why why why!
Numbers are senseless – sting they like venom
I was born so smart – oh how now I'm dumb!

Waiting...

Like oils on a canvas is the story of her life

Watch as shades turn from colour to gray

And pansies wilt in the bowers shade..

As hail pounds hard on the frail tin roof

A pot of coffee brews in the kitchen

Laid out are two cups and cookies too

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She sits by the window watching seasons change

Looks up at the wall clock then out again

Time has stopped for her, forever she waits

Her frizzy white hair clasped in a bun

Pale blue eyes, misty with tears that wont flow

For her special guest, she waits and waits...

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From dawn to dusk the coffee brews

Flies feed on the sticky cookie coating

Like vermin feeding on her soul

She looks on yonder with undying hope 

Clasping the prayer beads in her palms

Her gaze transfixed on what lies ahead.

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As night falls and the day comes to a close

She continues to sit in that very same pose

"He is not coming," says her mind in protest

"Wait for him yet," her heart interjects

Her soul is unsettled, her mind laid dead

Ghosts from the past turn to thoughts in her head

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The fig tree gets struck by a bolt of light

A crow sits atop it - and falls to its end

The wind brings with it cries of misfortune

The omens try hard to show her the truth

But blinded by faith she pays no heed

And sits on by the window waiting and waiting...

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A rap on the door disturbs her reverie

There stands the bearer of bad news

Dressed in a black cloak, with a solemn look

Like satans child, the angel of death

Announced her misfortune with pomp n show

Sliced up her heart with his golden scythe...

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She went back in and stared at the wall

The coffe still brewing, like time had stalled

She looked at the wall clock - let out a sigh

Those who are born are meant to die

She swallowed the pill as bitter as it was

And joined her beloved in celestial calm

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Very random stuff...tried to make a story...writers road block got the better of me...turned out not so much as I had planned...