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I am a patchwork creation
Of blatant sins
And past regrets
They are forgiven
But they never forget
Orange you glad I didn't say banana
Was her favorite knock, knock joke
Everytime I think of her
There's a lump now in my throat

She always seemed to tickle herself
As much as she tickled me
That funny little jokester
That too soon had to leave

Now she spends her time in heaven
Making angels laugh
Instead of saying banana
Orange you glad I said orange instead
Thank you is a smile
Wrapped with soft words
All hug it if you give it
For they feel it inwardly.

Thank you is a rose
Full of sweet fragrance
All smell it if they get it
For their soul pines for it.
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All I want for Christmas
is some food to eat.
Oh what a treat
to have some meat.

All I want for Christmas
is clean water to drink,
stuff that doesn't stink,
that would be cool I think.

All I want for Christmas
is the bombs to stop,
no more to drop.
That would be the top.

All I want for Christmas
is for our food to grow,
the plants we sow
now that would be a show.

All I want for Christmas
is to be free to learn.
Not to be a germ
because I want to learn.

All I want for Christmas
is some medication.
and some dedication
from the United Nation.

All I want for Christmas
is to grow up strong.
Am I so wrong
wanting to belong.

All I want for Christmas
is some equal rights
and somewhere to sleep
through the coldest nights.

All I want for Christmas
is to earn a crust.
With employers
that we can really trust.

All I want for Christmas
is a chance at life
for a man and wife
not to live in strife.

All I want for Christmas
is oh so far away
and on this day
this is what I pray.
12th Nov 2014
 Nov 2014 mark john junor
Caitie
tapered feelings taught you to be alone
what are you afraid of?
are you sheltered from all the reality of this world?
move closer to me, dear.
are you scared?

this is nothing you would have expected,
never a way to live.
you're living ultimately unprepared
for the destruction the world brings.

the pillow speaks back nothing to your screams.
your window remains open
while the wind drags your blood through the streets.
nothing will save you this time.
isn't that depressing?
you lose yourself in nightmares and tears,
but the nostalgia never leaves your mind.

How bad did he hurt you?
did he crush your withered soul?
was that the last thing you remember?
what memories did he leave you with?
but none of that matters anymore.
that's all over now,
because you're almost dead.
when life became a contradiction to you,
it was no longer who you were,
but what you lived for.
which was not much, love.
so lets not worry.
the end is near.
you've almost defeated the war.
There is a manic presences in my head
The maniac lurking in this cuckoos nest
You'd think by now we'd be acquainted
But when it starts creeping in
I begin to fade again

*There is a sane shadow with me here
The string puller; The puppeteer
You'd think by now we'd be integrated
But when it finally reappears
I vanish into thin air
Embrace every part of yourself.  Don't compartmentalize.
pour scorn upon my being
of its acid of wrath I'll take

measure by measure
repeat the dose
quadruple it if you will

the **** hath been flayed
with a whipping of disapproval
before

of disdain's cane
I'll be happy to bear
so keep on doling out
the contempt with all its flair
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