Miss Missing YouI never thought I would miss the wayyou made me drink away my painsHow I got so drunk that night, I ran awayand did not remember waking up in his armsOr how I wanted to cry every nightyou told me you loved meand kissed my cheekBecause I only knew you were wishing it was her cheek,her hair,her smileYou were wishing you were with somebodywho loved you back
Self LoveAnd for no reason, I began to cry.I had nothing to cry about;this is where I am guilty.Flowers are growingwhere you planted your kisses.Cheeks ache from laughter,and smiles.And love.Am I so selfishthat I ache for more than love?What better is there than love;what possibly is causing these raincloudsin both my eyes and my mind?It is my own faultthat I broke my very own heart,waiting for the day that I love me, too.
Dandelions Among RosesAlthough I am the southand your daisies are the north,my petals are no less than shooting stars,for have you not said a flower is a flower?Tell me then, why must I perish?I try my best at glamour,yet I am still nothing to youcompared to roses.Tell your gardener to go;we are not friends, he and I.His hands are the devil,and his jars hold the devil's heart.As summer grows old,he rains the devil's tears among us.Although you may say a flower is a flower,what is a dandelion among a bouquet of roses?
Suicide NoteMy Love, This world is such an awful place. I'm afraid there is just too much madnessin one lonely world that I just cannot comprehend; the way prostituteslook so lovely before faking so much pleasure, oh-so sweet children losing their innocence,the old man I saw eating out alone - how must he feel approaching his wife's grave? I'm afraid I know of no pain of the kind; however, each life invites new pain, new wars. That's all we are these days - the struggles of dealing with madness and war. The greatness with that is with each death is that many less battles to fight. Oh, how many battles could we end with each lost soul? That is what I am and will be - lost battles. There is too much madness that I cannot understand.Bury my memories as well.
BostonWhy stay?It's not as if the sun dazzles in a thousand different ways,a thousand better ways.All it does is ferment the sweet flowersthat once held the key to my heart,scorch the innocent embrace of what used to be.Boston holds such better promises,comprises such better welcomes.I will not find tearsbeneath the corners of every street;no memories at the stop sign.Just passersby, looking at yet anotherbroken girl, hoping to make her wayin the city of Boston.
Temptations and DesiresWhat do you want?...What do I want?I want to love you.I want to love youlike you say you love me.I want to please you,as I am a people pleaser.How could I possibly say no?You're here in front of me,hurting with your life.I don't know who I am -God knows who I am.If only he could reign His truthupon my soul.If only, then I could tell youwhat I truly want.(...It isn't you.)
Be My EscapeFinally, the moon rises with all its secrets withheld.But you still don't move..The sand beneath your toes is like silk, isn't it?You don't want to go, do you?Although the sun blinds your eyes and sets your skin on fire,the stars softly kiss your wounds, your scars.The scars that those pretty little roses caused,as you tried to bury your life in the thorns of beauty.The boundless embers dance on,pulling you in with them.Will you dance, or will you fall?Oh, how the dance can go on for eternity,bringing with it new wonders to yet be revealed.Or you could fade to nothing oh-so quickly...So answer this, will you dance?Oh, how those stars do catch my eye,with their ever-taunting cavort to the ageless beauty of harmony.And how the sand, glimmering delicately as it does,hides underneath it the roots to all value,to the flowers, the trees, the sweet embrace of raspberries,as they blemish your face with their candy blood.But those incandescent lights...
BraveThe struggles of his owndisappear beneath his smile,replaced by sense of unknown hope.Giving up is an option,a door always open,but he glances through,and quickly moves on.An optimist?He is not.No, he does not see lightthrough cracks of darkness,does not see sunshinein the black of the night.This man knows where to search, though,how to find sunshineafter tornadoes reined their fury.Many doubts,many insecurities,as if their stones meant somethingwhen spoken by poison lipsset out kill.He will not defeat,nor be defeated.Rocks may be thrown,sticks and stones,but come morning,he's no longer deaf to the solution.
Aren't You Glad You're Not a Giraffe?Aren't you glad you're not a giraffe?Ever since I was born, everyone just laughed.I always trip and I always fall,But worse than that, worst of all,When I was born, I hit my head."He won't grow at all," the doctors said.So here I stand, a giraffe who's undersized.I'm short and fat, and to none am I a prize.When I stretch my neck to eat the trees,My head won't reach the lowest of leaves.No one else helps; all they do is stare."Haha, you're so weird!" Life isn't even fair.So one day when I was all alone,I decided to go out, all on my own.I slowly crept from our large herdWithout even a single goodbye as a word.I ran away from that mean, old town.The dirt path was my friend, staining my feet brown.I didn't turn around; I didn't look back.I didn't stop running until I heard loud, "QUACK!"The oddities of this animal amused me, though.One of them amused me most, of all her woes.This duckling didn't waddle, for she had to jump.She hopped out of the bush, and hit the gro
Funny Halloween (Attention: Black Humour/Satire)!Lightning sparkle through the night.The wind is howling – hissing and crashing.Bones rise from the graves.Who wants can cook a little soup.Dracula and FrankensteinBreak into the blood bankAnd swallow a burgundy,Rhesus positive.A witch is flying around the house.She looks like the mother-in-law.Three black ravens afterwards -Since that time I do not drink anymore.Two zombies behind the mortuaryPull out a dead,Break open his chest,Smear ketchup on top of it.From an old filing cabinetComes a terrible stench.It is a civil servant in decomposition.We wish a soon recovery.In deep cellars and archives,Where until now the rats were sleeping,An executioner teases a nun.What a joy! What delight!The poor souls lament loudly.A devil is sitting in the sauerkraut.The fermentation is interrupted nowBecause he has smelled of sulphur.Young and old scorch in the fire.The fear flows out of all pores.Moaning prevails and great agony -And for that you have to pay admiss
The Boob PoemBoobs make running painfulBoobs make comfort rare.Boobs make shopping difficultBoobs make perverts stare.Boobs gave birth to push up brasBoobs will weigh you down.Boobs are such a nuisanceBoobs tend to bounce aroundBoobs are very awkwardBoobs give little luck.Boobs get so much hate these daysWell, that's because they suck.
Parting WordsLive. Laugh. Love.Or, indeeed, Noneof The Above.
The Sample SnatcherYou go in with just one missionGet in, get outGrab what you needAnd you’re doneBut then you see itThere at the end of the aisleA little red boothWith the woman servingThere’s a crowd this timeShe pulls the tray from the ovenThere are only a few piecesYou spot the one you wantYou scout out your competitionThere’s the tall skinny one,He was at the last boothAnd the little kid, tooThe chubby one comes runningAs fast as he canHe swipes that little sampleRight from your reachHe runs awayLaughing all the wayQuite contentWith his little snack,You watch him goAnd think to yourselfNext time, sample snatcherNext time…Because I know you’ll be thereWaiting to pounceOn someone else’s midday snackBut not on my watchI’ll be there first next timeAnd then I will bethe sample snatcher,snatching right from your reach
The Reality of AngstInternet hyperbole just makes me want to set myself on fire.Living on a wireSeeing the big wireWhat rhymes with wire?...Fire! Fire!
The Science TestIn order to study for the test.Talking to yourself is probably best.Although people might think you're crazy.It's better than being lazy.Ask yourself how or why.So on he test you can supply.Repeat these questions to your cat.So you know your answers are exact.Repeat them again to your mom.So you know that you won't be wrong.For the test you'll need to know phase change.And that the temperature stays the same.In order to study for the test.Talking to yourself is probably best. Another poem based off the crazy things that go on in Science class.
A Random Halloween Poem- The HallsThe Halls.The Halls.The eerie faces on the walls.They callthey callthey call for all to join the ball.For the night's alive with the living dead.Let's just hope they've been well fed.
The Never Ending QuestI’ve searched high, and I’ve searched low.From all the intricacies of the bustling citythroughout the vast wide open spaces of the countryside.I have crossed oceans and climbed mountain topsso far up- I high-fived a cloud.Like a concerned motherscouring the grocery store for her lost child;Here I am searching for my one beloved.What lies beyond the farthest star?It must be what I seek.Within the curvy valley,or somewhere near the twin peaks?I must complete my quest.Like the gilded hero,I will not rest day or nightuntil I can find my captured princess.The dancing animals that hung above my cribwere just out of my reach.They sang a beautiful lullabyas they paraded in a merry go round of joy.Such is what I desire, a beauty just beyond my reach,ballet dancing in the gallery of my thoughtsto The Carnival of Animals that played above my crib.Fond memories are but plastic bags in the windcompared to the real thing.What I seek I once had, but lost.I would
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Fetish.Once upon a time, there was a man.He made me smile like no man can.He stole my heart with one touch of his lips,But then he found out I was into whips.And off with my heart he ran.