Impromptu Invitations and life lessons

So yesterday, well technically two days ago, I went to see In This Moment with my bestie and my ex girlfriend. It was amazing.... I never heard of that band before, and due to this impromptu invitation by both my bestie and my ex, I now have a new band to like and listen to.

I'm glad my bestie and my ex get along so well, I feel like that was the whole reason I wound up dating the girl...to bring her and my bestie together. Feels kind of good actually.

Keeping the secret

She comes into the room and says, Hi, I'm Betsy,
and laughs as she sees our secret.
And the one to pay her to keep it is me,
so I write, and write, and write some more.

So once again, our secret is safe,
the room continues to pretend to be dead,
like my social life, consumed and hidden,
until the next time something is said.

The Little Kittle

There once was a little kittle,
who was sweet and sweet can be.
One day she was denied a joke,
and then teased by me...

I made the little kittle sad,
but promised to make it right.
So I wrote a poem just for the kittle,
and made the kittle's night.

And so the kittle who was still little,
had many great adventures after that day,
and come back every single night to say
"Thank you, Lycanthromorphic, for the wonderful poem"

Dumb people, dumb parents, and my faith in humanity has dropped again.

Just when you think people couldn't get any stupider, suddenly you read something on a news feed somewhere and your hopes are dashed. I mean, fidget spinners.... parents asking for a recall and a warning label because they let their 6 year old or under play with them, and said child ended up choking on a piece of it that they took off it? I mean, most responsible parents look at what they buy their children and see if maybe anything on the thing could be a choking hazard. And yet, a lot don't, and then throw a fit when their child, whom they left unmonitored with said item, chokes on a part of the item. A part that wasn't necessarily meant to be removed from the object.

Seriously parents, stop and look at what your kids are playing with, and make your own *intelligent* decision as to whether or not it could be a choking hazard or 'dangerous'. Having a company recall their shit and then put a warning on the label for parents who are not very intelligent shouldn't be a thing.

And leaving your child unmonitored while playing with a toy if they're under a certain age is just begging for somebody to say something. I swear, most parents these days need to take a fucking test before having children. Maybe get a license that indicates they are able to be parents, and have that shit renewed every few years after taking another test. Perhaps it will lead to less stupid parenting and perhaps the entire IQ of whatever nation implements these tests will rise dramatically. I mean, there is a chance since said dumb parents will no longer be teaching their children by example.

Some poetry

If given a chance,
I will show you
a world of romance,
and bring you to tears.

Your tears will be of joy,
of ecstasy, of love.
You will be forever ruined,
for everyone else will be - just a boy.

You will enjoy frequent poetry,
each more customized than the last.
You will experience true love,
and all other attempts will be outclassed.

But this only will happen if you
become adventurous and take a chance.
And if you should do so,
prepare for a life of romance.

Though I have nothing to offer,
aside from what is in my heart,
and that which is in my head,
in order to fully know, one must start.

Psychotic Profile

So, on said dating site I just mentioned.... it turns out that when you report a user - I was reporting a scam/spammer - that one of the options for reporting is Psychotic Profile.

I really wonder what the hell has to be said in a profile in order to be classified as a psychotic profile, and what exactly is done with said profile. Do they send it to various law enforcement agencies around the world? That would make sense I suppose....though the legality of such an action is a gray area.

I wonder if I should change my profile to something psychotic, nobody ever seems to read mine anyway.

Withered

Is there hope for me, inside this dying sea?
Will I ever find somebody who wishes to join
me on this journey through life?
Time will tell, and we shall see.

What can I offer to such a soul besides myself?
My mind is frayed, my body broken, what more
have I left to give? Who would want such an offering?
Just the hollow shell, my empty core.

Will they look past the broken shell, overlook the fraying mind?
Into my inner self, the person I am,
will they see all there is to see,
and yet still want to be with me?

Dancing with Hope

Shimmering in the distance,
I see a ray of hope.
I pray it doesn't leave me,
because without it I can't cope.

Round and round we go,
dancing by the sea.
I won't let go of it,
if it won't let go of me.

Into the night sky we dance,
never once dropping down,
like a never ending romance,
into a world unknown.

A fate deserved

Do you remember the way it felt,
when you tore out my heart,
and left it laying there on the ground?

Do you remember the way I looked,
the moment I knew for sure,
that I lost the love I thought I found?

I remember that day perfectly clear.
Like a sledgehammer to a wall,
shattered and broken, I could see...

I remember that day so very well,
the moment it became serious,
with you and somebody not me.

Years later I think about it and wonder,
what could have went differently.
A pity you had to do that to me,
but a piece of me no longer is missing.

I found peace in myself, resigned to my fate,
ever alone, never seen, and not loved,
not the kind of guy that gets the girl,
but I am at peace, and I know....

I'll never have what I deserve.

Explode

Sometimes you have to write something or you'll explode. That is how I sometimes feel. Things are bursting out of me, needing to be set free, and so I release it. Sometimes, not in the best of places.