A math test is serious bussiness.
Yes, very serious bussiness it is.
Tasks were handed out,
But there was one problem...I missed!

What did I miss?
My bus to school!
I took the test in my dreams,
Which, to be honest, wasn't very cool.

So I jumped into my pants,
(Olympics athlete could never do that!)
I rushed through my door with bread in my mouth,
Today I shall conquer math!

...Where's the bus?
Oh, right, I missed,
So I ran back inside,
And grabbed my parents.

The trio of us drove in a car,
But because we were sleep deprived,
We didn't notice one crucial detail,
Up until we arrived.

What happened next, you may ask?
I felt like a loser on an unlucky day,
Because we drove to school,
On the morning of Sunday.



Another poem with same title in mind:


Welp, I guess that's that
I felt like I was the only one,
I felt like a joke that fell flat.

I blamed myself a little too hard,
I could say I laughed a little too,
And that left me in a very bitter mood.

I felt like a loser at that moment,
But I decided it will be the last one,
Because I'm still growing :)

i wandered through the night in a dream i had
to a land of happiness that made me feel so glad.

it was trouble free no worry or despair
it was full of love there was plenty there.

a land so very peaceful where i would like to stay
this land so full of happiness just a dream away

everyday you wake up it proves that your not dead
throw the blankets back and face the day ahead.

another day of life of  which you have been blessed
time to brush your teeth then after that get dressed.

face the big wide world as you open up the door
another day of life that you must live once more.

there are two types of sadness

there’s the kind of sadness
we ignore and
try to get rid of it
by finding new things to do
or we find someone to talk to
by blatantly avoiding any type of conversation
about feeling sad
about having any feelings at all
and then there’s that kind of sadness
that takes over
and it consumes any activity we do
we know it’s there
and there’s no possible way to avoid it
so we feed it exactly what it wants
it craves the sad music
it craves the isolation
it craves the anxiousness
and the sadness comes storming in
it has no manners
here we are calling sadness, an “it”
when all it is
is a feeling
that most people
call home

You.
Are.
A.
Walking.
Masterpiece.

It hurts the most
When the person
That made you feel wanted yesterday
Made you feel so unwanted today.

The sea sings a melody ... can you hear it?

Waves crashing repeatedly against the sand
... it's rhythm

Spraying salt into the air ... it's chorus

White foam amid deep blue ... it's audience.