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Shy Guy

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{Shy Guy}



He was a little bit of

a shy guy who seemed

to keep to himself

besides talking to a

few of his co-workers

where he worked at 



And as the neighbor

next door to him saw

him all the time he

reminded her of a

cute fuzzy bear that

played in stars wars

called ewok because

his cheeks was

roundish oval shaped

with a some hair ar...

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When You've Took Away All My Will Power

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{When You've Took Away All My Will Power}




When you've took away

all of my will power as a 

human being and as a

woman as well I have 

lost my dignity I feel 

ashamed of myself

constantly I feel like that

I have to hide my real

self and I have to hide

my face and my body

from everyone because

I might not meet their

standards and that you


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I'll Bet You'll Start Loving Me?

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{I'll Bet You'll Start Loving Me?}



One day I'll bet you'll 

start loving me when I

start loving someone 

else which isn't you 



But you had that

chance but you chose

someone else to love

besides me 



One day I'll bet you'll 

start  loving me when 

you see I am better

without you 



But you chose her

and not me 



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Opened that door

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"Opened that door"

One night, i was cruising in my porsche, with my music blaring, When i noticed this fine girl stood staring.

She was so beautiful, real sexy too,
She approached my ride, right on cue. She knocked on my window and asked for a ride, I smiled at her and happily replied,

Girl you're the one i dream about,
You're the one i cant do without,
I never met anyone like you before,
My li...

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The Future

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a week ago 

a professor asked me 

what i wanted to do with my life, 

the quesiton caught me wrong-footed; 

two decades ago

learning to walk, 

a decade ago 

learning my body, 

5 years ago 

discovering love,

3 years ago,

accepting my body

a month ago,

accepting who i am 

and now? 

thrust into the unknown,

an oblivion that teases me;

infinite doors t...

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An Unlived Life

Wished for a life I’ve always imagined

Granted a life I’ve always wanted

Forgive me for the life which I’ve merely wasted

How can I remember, what can I remember

Remember a life I’ve never lived?

Thankful of the life which I’ve never been

Treasures that it held but I’ve never seen

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The Darkness From Within A Gothic Soul

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{The Darkness From Within A Gothic Soul} 


The darkness within us

is feeding us constant

painful death cries that

sometimes sound's so bitter 

sweet to our ears as they slowly

bleed red-white-blue while

being covered in blackish

gothic tattoos 



But as the silent lies makes

us want to continue to cry out

in that gothic tattooed pain as we

merely t...

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She Knows

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{She Knows} 



She knows she's sexy,

She knows how

to get your 

motor running

and keep it 

humming, She's 

always sexy, 

even on her 

worse day's

when she thinks 

she looks her

worse and

still she is my 


of sexy 



©Tina Glover All Rights Reserved/ One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer 2017 but posting here on February 26,2018 

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This Hard Cold Piece Of Steel

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{This Hard Cold Piece Of Steel}



This hard 

cold piece 

of steel gives 

my heart




that you

cold never 





©Tina Glover All Rights Reserved/ One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer 2017 but posting on February 26,2018 

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Don't Cry Over Me

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{Don't Cry Over Me} 


Don't cry over me 

Don't feel sad for me 

Don't you think that

I didn't want

to stay but I 

couldn't because I 

had to go because

God needed me more 

Don't you think that  

I didn't Iove you

because I did 

and I always will

even from above now 

Don't cry over me 

Don't you forget that 

now I'm your angel

watching over you


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She Died And I Died To

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{She Died And I Died To}



She was a beautiful 
woman that I got
attached to very
quickly because she 
would write little 
poems that was like 
a visionary fairytale 
of what life could be
for me and her


But then my beautiful 
beauty got really bad 
sick as the day's 
passed into the 
darkest hours of the 
nights my heart was 
breaking into to see
her like this ...

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In The Arm's Of An Angel

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{In The Arm's Of An Angel}


As I have been 

wrapped up in the

carrying loving arms

of my angel and he

came to me so long 

ago now and you have

been there loving

and guiding me the

whole way no matter 

how hard life may get

for me and through

my pains and sicknesses

I've always had you there 

tocomfort me the entire 

way and  so many times 


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What I Need

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{What I Need} 


What I need is to be 

the same person I was 

before chiari 



And what I need is

to be that person who

can be able to cope 

with life again


And I need to feel 

calm and not so 



And I need to feel

good about myself


And not so bad 

about myself


And for the thing's in

my life that I am u...

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Murderous Tears

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{Murderous Tears}


These murderous tears

follows down my cheeks 

wetting my shirt as I gently

wipe them away like the

way the did you by murdering

you in cold blooded murder

and it left me here like a

child that was orphaned 

to survive in these darkened

cold streets that the

blood stained asphalt

surrounds my feet 


But I cannot fathom 

how th...

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The Paranoid

There are moments in life where people will think your paranoid,

For what you see is not friends but enemies.

Those are the times where you must say...

"Who you see as friends with bright colors,

I see as enemies with dark hues.


To be aware,

To be cautious,

Is not a paranoid thing to do.

It is simply knowing who to trust,

When the times get tuff,

When all you nee...

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Starry Skies

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{Starry Skies}


Rose's are red,
Violet's are blue,
the night starry
skies are shining
through you just 
like when I gaze 
into your starry 
twinkling burning
fiery eyes that is
intoxicating to resist
that always lights up 
my life 



©Tina Glover All Rights Reserved/ One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer October 3,2016 but posting here on February 23,2018 

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Sometimes I look into

a mirror to see my face

so I don't look so crazy 

asI talk to myself


And sometimes when I

am missing you I will

hold my dead phone

against my face so I 

don'tlook so crazy as

I pretend to talk to

myself while wishing 

the whole time that

it is you 


And this only

happens when I 

feel so alone 


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What Is This?

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{What Is This?} 


What is this game we call life 

And how do you win 

And how do you survive 

And how do you make it out alive

And do we use pawns 

And do we have check mates 

And you say that my heart will do just fine

Or will this game we call life will I make it out alive 

And only in due time will tell me if I shall survive 


©Tina Glov...

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He loves me,
He loves me not,
I love him,
He loves me not,
I fought for us,
He didn't, 
I chased him,
He didn't chase me,
I saw the sparks in his eyes, 
I saw the way he looked at her,
I watched his body movement,
I watched him kiss her all of the time,
I've wrote a thousand songs for him,
I have sang a thousand songs for him,
I shipped a thousand feeling's to him,
But he...

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To Hear Your Name

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{To Hear Your Name} 

To hear your name

it's just like another

dulling sword that

has pierced straight 

through my heart 

ooh-ooh the pain 

To hear your name 

©Tina Glover All Rights Reserved/ One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer August 11,2016 but posting here on February 23,2018

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to what

to what 
what to write
what to think
what to do
what to say
what to dispose
what to ask
what to answer
what to design
what to suggest
what to refuse
what to confirm
what to dream
what to add
what to discuss
what to tattoo
what to read
what to eat
what to drink
what to be
what to fuck
what to shoot
what to bomb
what to corrupt
what to believe
what to dismiss
what to slaugh...

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All I need
is if I was 
the only human 
on the planet 
is my furry 
friend by my 
side then I'll 
be doing just 
fine and dandy


©Tina Glover  All Rights Reserved/ One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer 2017 but posting here on February 21,2018 

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The Moment

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{The Moment}

The moment 
when happiness
arrives but some
stubborn asshole 
comes along to 
screw that up for 
you so steer clear 
of all assholes 
that's even 
including you 


©Tina Glover All Rights Reserved/ One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer 2017 but posting here on February 21,2018 

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Just So Sick

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{Just So Sick}

I'm so sick of 
being so tired 
of being so weak 
all of the time 
due to my 
illness and 
sickness but I 
hope and pray 
it will get 
better for me 
but I honestly 
don't know if 
it ever will 


©Tina Glover All Rights Reserved/One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer 2017 but posting here on February 21,2018 

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right now i miss you very much
this feeling inside that
i feel you will shrug off
for too much has happened
we've seen too much
done way too much
for this to matter to you
or me but it's there
right inside me
not going but residing
the feeling that i miss you
and we should of done more
gone to more places
cared for one another more
loved the other more
instead of fighting

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Mostly Welsh

I grew up in Wales

Around the Swansea docks

I walked beneath huge cargo ships

Held up with props and blocks


I was made in Wales

Around the southern ports

I watched the big ships dock

My family guessed my thoughts


I was mined in Wales

Near valleys black with slag

And closing pits and picket lines

With many a mine lodge flag


I was forged in Wales


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When it was discovered, we recoiled

Out of doubt, out of fear

We focused on the opinions of others

Instead of what we thought


When I let our secret fly free,

I was shown acceptance and love

Hope blossomed like a cactus flower

It would be okay. 


He was capricious, of two minds

One day yes, the next was no,

He produced a name, but renounced his love

I proce...

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When I Am A Sleep Or Awake

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{When I Am A Sleep Or Awake} 


When I am a sleep or awake I dream of you all the same 




©Tina Glover All Rights Reserved/ One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer Originally written in 2016 but posting here on February 15,2018 





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So Unpredictable


So unpredictable.

So sharp and so cunning

Is the pain that run through me,

Hideous yet so stunning.


I want to keep it here, 

I want to feel it's cold aching

Blood spilling from me

My heart is still breaking


What if I want it to stop?

Please, leave me alone!

It'll be there. Waiting.

For me to decay down to bones. 


Maybe that's what I wa...

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so.......this is it right

the whole existence thing. "We are born to do great things", I was born to do nothing of the sort. am i less than because of things that i have yet to achieve? YES because i am not enough. 

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Right Here

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Right here,
Staring at the dusk,
Where we both withered,
Ashed into the wind,
A gentle breeze of the night.

Right here,
I no longer wait,
Walking along with gloom,
Brushing away each yesterday,
Stitched and crossed the torn.

Right here,
I watch every fall,
Of the tree's threads,
Reaching the depths of my wounds,
The last tear drop awaits.

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Erotic Naughty Poems

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(Eroitc Naughty Poems)




He walks in from work with his shirt draping off his rock hard body that has me looking straight at him in his eyes while locking on with his eyes then I start to twist and bitting my tongue and lips while licking them wanting to taste his body on my lips and you can't take it anymore I get up walking over to him while doing a sexy stripper walk dance while...

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The Love I Have For My Husband Jeff

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(The Love For My Husband Jeff)



I love my husband Jeff

He was my first love 

He will be my last love 

He puts his pretty Country Queen up on a pedestal 

And my husband is my hero he is my life he is the one that I was waiting on and I thank God that I found him he's one of a kind he's the man of my dreams is everything I could want he takes care of me like I'm his Queen he ...

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Erotic Naughty Girl Poem

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{Eroitc Naughty Girl Poem} 



Chain me up and put a collar around my neck and then you command me to sit down on my plumped ass and then you are telling me to follow you and then you are telling me to beg you for harder punishment like a dog and then you are yanking on my chain and then you are telling me to climb up on the bed and then pulling out the leather whip then you spank my ass...

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Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #50 (Havana)

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Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #50 (Havana)



My heart is hurting because I left something extra special behind in beautiful Havana 




​​​​​​He was a tall tan skinned man that was a tall glass of water that kept thrusting for him day and night and I think I am about ready to lose my mind because of that man in Havana 



And as I need and want Havana to appe...

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Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #49 (Doobie-Doobie)

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Diary Of The Southern Queen Entry #49 (Doobie-Doobie) 





When the doobie-doobie drugs don't work any more girl you are just a fool if you think love don't hurt because hot damn it does that's why one more blow to sniff until I cannot breathe 

And when the doobie-doobie-doobie don't work any more as one more sniff and one more puff and popping one more pill until...

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The Ameobi’s,

Big Sam Allardyce

Augustine Okocha

So good they named him twice

Bury, Bulgaria and Bavaria

And everywhere in between

The Battle of Burnden Park

The definition of a team

Stan Collymore

Getting floored

And Campo’s curly wig

Our Danes; Henrik, Per, Bo

Claus, Michael and Stig

England internationals

French Word Cup winners

Getting le...

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Only Connect

Only Connect


We don’t want to be alone…


But our deepest relationship is with our phone

Like a dog with a bone, checking the tone.

We swipe and we flick,, we tick and we post,

Poking, retweeting, who likes us the most?

We turn on the roast, we like and give stars,

But end of the day, do we know who we are?


This ain’t how it could be,

It’s wrong, do you see?


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Living My Own Death

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I can tell you exactly when it happened. I was sat on one of those plasticy leatherette chairs. You know the ones, they have them in all hospitals, they're easy to wipe clean if someone has a little accident. I had my hand clasped about my wife's fingers and though I knew I was squeezing them too hard she didn't complain.

She, the doctor that is, or should I say consultant? Anyway, she leant in...

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Alone, abandoned, overlooked. 

I wake up to a never ending nightmare that I call life.

Insecurities and anxieties blare in as the alarm goes off.

Snooze. Snooze. It's all a ruse, I try to hit snooze in hopes to avoid the nightmare but in this terrible wake there is no snooze so I think, "What is there to lose?"

There's the mistake, don't think, do.

Overthinking leads to overanalyzin...

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A dead rose for a dead friend.

I came across with a dead rose.

How impure and crooked it seemed.

Deteriorated without the life it once had.

I kept walking with it, holding it with my right hand.

How sad it was to see a rose like that.

Where once it was bright red,

now it’s only a brown looking thing with nothing left.

I kept walking with the dead rose,

a sad rose with no thorns.

Until the path ended i...

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from an idea by Conrad Aiken


The Lounge

Netted windows with fawn roller blinds

lowered a little by their macramé tassels for his forty winks

Shush! Be quiet, he's having his nap, don't make a din -

or completely, when at night

he shovelled the last coal from the bin

concealed in its wooden cabinet

and lowered the heavy lid on the fire to keep it in


The Playroom


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When will I start living my life?

Tomorrow? Tuesday? 


When will I be a size 8?

Have Double Ds

Have boys falling over me

Have an arse as big as Kylie's


When will my Prince arrive?

In Air Max and some Adidas

Or if I'm lucky, he might even kiss me

Take me home, then leave me


Unsatisfied and alone

It's all experience though


Only then will I be ha...

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May I Never

A poem about getting old... and staying young.

May I Never      

I may never rule the world with theories so fine

May never run past Bolt, smile and duck across the line.

I may never meet Mandela, Obama or the Queen,

I may never solve all wars, or stop leaders being mean.

I may never reach a hundred, run for thirty miles,

I may never help the hungry, turn their cries to happy...

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