You’re Not…

You’re not forcing me out, you’re not forcing me away, you’re not winning, you can’t keep me at bay. 

You’re not succeeding, you’re a pathetic failure.

You whine, you complain, you bitch, but what does that truly accomplish?

Attention-seeking, you’ll always get the pity vote.

What will happen when you’re figured out, and finally choke?

You pretend, you hide, you are two-faced and false.

I see why you associate with those that you do, they’re equally as pathetic as you.

Secretly, I know you are envious. Always looking to “fit in”. Not understanding that it doesn’t matter, because this life is an endless race.

When a person declares themselves “drama free”, they’re usually the one standing behind the pot, letting it boil…’til it bleeds.

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On A Dime…

It’s amazing how your “love”, “friendship” and “loyalty” turned on a dime, and how you went behind my back, saying shit to anyone who would listen.

How can I ever believe anything you’ve ever said, now that I know how weak and dishonest it all was?

Maybe you wanted sympathy? Maybe you wanted compassion? See a fucking therapist, don’t go whining, publicly displaying your issues. Very few people truly care. I did, but not any more.

I’m not sure what you think you’re doing. I’m not sure what your motives are. But I do know one thing… I am DONE.

I could sit here and say precisely what I think and feel, but every single word of hatred is too good for you.

My life was fine without you, it will continue to remain so.

No one needs such a false friend, who lies and back-stabs, and yet accused others of heinous things.

I am starting to see that whatever you got, you deserved.

Don’t feign shock and surprise when I tell you that hell is too good for the likes of you.

The very bottom of the nearest garbage dumpster? Now that is more apropos.

If I hear one more lie, one more rumor, you will be sorry you ever deigned to turn in my direction.

Slink off pathetic little rat, before someone wipes the floor with you.

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We’re Not…

We’re not speaking, and I don’t know why.

On my side I understand it very clearly, I have been betrayed and have nothing to say.

On your side are a plethora of excuses, born out of fear.

You would be right in that reaction, for I do not take kindly to betrayal, lies, or passive aggressive bullshit.

I have found you weak, I have found you unworthy. I have found you lacking in all things that matter.

Being polite and civil to me will only get you so far.

The simple fact is, I have no need for you any more.

There is no forgiveness to be had. So fly away, and please don’t ever return in my direction.

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Nothing, But Lies & Excuses

You are full of it.

You are fake, flitting from one person to the next.

You are full of lies, full of excuses, full of issues.

One day you profess a certain level of love, loyalty, and friendship…

And then, like a Gemini plugging along, you move on to the next person.

You make me utterly sick.

I’m sorry I ever wasted my time being your friend.

You’re giving back nothing, but excuses, not realizing I know the truth.

Take all your bullshit and sell it to someone who cares.

You have lost the privilege of having me in your life.

I’m walking away, do not follow me.

 

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Take It Personally

Know the damage you’ve done, and please take it personally.

Know that you cannot measure up, and please take that personally.

Comparing yourself to others will never get you anywhere. Assuming everyone’s superior to you… Talk about that in therapy.

Saying one thing, doing another. Why would anyone want you in their life, you stupid motherfucker?!

You can’t lie to me, you’re simply not that smart. Insulting my intelligence continually, yes, I take that personally.

Faking relationships, offering false friendship, offering up dishonesty, all so you can lean on me.

I have no respect for you, so please leave. I feel nothing for you, perhaps I never really did.

That which I dislike in others are things I try NEVER to do, so how in the world was I ever fooled by pathetic, meek, little you?

 

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Feigning Friendship

You came to me seeking “friendship”. Constantly leaning on my strength, always reminding me it is something you sorely lack.

I’ve handled situations you would not dare touch, but I was always good enough to leech off of.

You turned around, after so many proclamations, and tried replacing me with someone who is mediocre, at best. Good luck with that.

Please don’t think I’m stupid. Please don’t think I haven’t seen it. Please don’t think you’re getting away with what you have slowly, and quite calculatingly, done.

I am smarter than you. I am stronger. I am not weak-willed, and when I offer friendship, it is always genuine. I don’t seek people out to suit my needs, that’s sick.

Do not mistake my silence for weakness, you’ll have to check a mirror for that. Please don’t mistake my silence for kindness, I’m simply not that good. Please don’t mistake the fact that when the time is right, I have absolutely no problem telling you to go to hell.

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I Cannot Say……

I Cannot Say…

He Is Not Dead

“I cannot say, and I will not say
That he is dead. He is just away.
With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand,
He has wandered into an unknown land
And left us dreaming how very fair
It needs must be, since he lingers there.
And you—oh you, who the wildest yearn
For an old-time step, and the glad return,
Think of him faring on, as dear
In the love of There, as the love of Here.
Think of him still as the same. I say,
He is not dead—he is just away.”
―James Whitcomb Riley

135 ~ the New Blueprint

I must have missed this when it was originally posted. I share it now with all of you. Don’t forget to visit Britt’s blog and tell her how awesome she is.

Fairytale Epidemic

When the battle scars start fading
Stitch armor vests around your heart
When bullet cases fall from firing
You’ll turn your pain into an art

You had the blueprints to my body
Mapped your feet all over the chart
You had the key to the secret garden
Now you’re locked out from that part

Time to take this silly rough draft
Full of holes from cupid’s darts
Time to create a better prototype
Give myself a fresh new start

Raising ink from the blank pages
Uninhibited, yet still on mark
Raising the voice from my own phoenix
That had laid dormant in the dark

phoenix

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The Tyger by Wi…

The Tyger by William Blake

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
 
In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
 
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
 
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!
 
When the stars threw down their spears
And water’d heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
 
Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
 
*Anyone else watch The Mentalist?*