This is a compilation of poetry written while going through a personal storm. The poems express strength, courage, hurt, pain, love, and survival. There is definitely a poetic expression for everyone.
Excerpt
Some Nerve
He called to just check in to determine what was going on
She had called is phone a thousand times… frantic and insane
She wouldn’t leave any messages that made any sense
So when he finally got a chance, he called her back
She was livid, yelling and screaming
Even had the audacity to curse him a couple of times
He held the phone and let her go through her tirade
Then without any notification he just hung up in her face
He waited because he knew she would redial
But he wouldn’t answer right away
He’d make her wait for her embarrassing antics
He wouldn’t answer her till he thought she was calm and rational
She called back another five hundred times
He waited until the five hundred first time before he answered
He cut her off before she even got started because he wasn’t in the mood
He let her know up front that he wasn’t even having her drama
She explained the scenario about finding out about some girl
He listened to her ranting until she finished her story
When she was done he simply asked her… “Are you done?”
She responded sarcastically and then gave her just three words...
“HOW DARE YOU?”
And with that he dismissed her without so much as an explanation
She was stunned and yet heartbroken
She had not planned on the situation panning out the way it did
She was devastated and hurt and couldn’t believe the reality of it all
In her heart she knew she was wrong for behaving the way she had
He had warned her over and over again
That her girlfriends were going to be the demise of their relationship
His exact words were… “Those bitter bitches are going to be the ruin of us.”
His words were now echoing in her head and she knew that he was serious
He’d warned her from the beginning and she’d continued to allow them to offer up unsolicited advice
She’d shared almost all the intimaies of their business with them
Now she was about to spend some time alone and that was not what she had in mind
As she sat in silence trying to gather her thoughts, the phone rang
She was astounded when on the other end; it was one of those bitter bitches
She was performing her usual inquisition, trying to get all the dirt
While she listened to this trick, she could hear her man’s warning echoing in her head
“They’ll be the demise of us” and with those words
She reciprocated her man’s actions with… “You got SOME NERVE!”
Then she disconnected the call with not so much as a Good-bye
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