This is my special day, Smack dab in between yesterday and tomorrow, I see the example of it made known to me directly forming in between myself and the void that is space. That will be my destiny you must have gave unto me, and I guess I always owe you one great big THANKS...
Now, for the TOUR D' HELL, I (some reason) must always get inside.
I look back on them at times And grimace at almost all of the rhymes How dark and sinister, how lonely Depression makes them feel boney Jutting out like broken ribs Each one their own screaming little kid More funny poems please.
I need ones that say "I'm alive!" I thrive, I survived and now baby I jive! Moustache ready, bowler hat steady Dancing in the fire with only my oven mitt Baby I'm here and I'm ready to do it. Climb that wall with all your jiggly bits.
Put away all that dark matter mystique, Replace with crowd flashers and photocopied cheeks.
I just want my brain to bleed comical ***** historical anecdotal gold Wax lyrical till my eyeballs bulge. Just more funny poems please.
Get it, pull it, pull! Till your arms are but sweat Rip it from my ears, sir Tear it from my skin Better yet **** like the ill-advised man Saving kin from snake Then lay me in a bath of it And watch my body shake Attach yourself, hurl son Use all you can reach To yank sinew from bone And until all disarticulates Make it happen Do me that dreaded favour Equip yourself with courage And hard and fast throw pavers Get it, pull it, pull! Exorcise my non-weirdness Punch and kick it out my friend Squeeze the boredom from me Fire up Fire up Fire up Watch this witch awake
I decided to draw today to let her out my demons been getting restless The words I long to say they just Wont come out So now Im turning to a visual Spill of words
That puts everything aside Disconnecting everything in my brain Letting my hands take control The pencil To freely dance across the page To let out whatever needs to be free That I cant see
Letting the thoughts The pictures The words That I have never seen heard or felt to come out Be free
So when I say I have a weird feeling It doesn’t mean that I want to do said thing No It means let’s do the opposite of said thing I have been feeling like this since the first night back I acted casual about it Didn’t want to make a scene I felt more uncomfortable there Then I did when seeing my ex ask me to be their tour guide It made me question If you were listening to me at all Clearly not Because here we are About to do said thing That gave me this weird feeling And you’re okay with that Instead going with my idea… You chose to change it for some odd reason Now, let’s get something straight I never question your changes But in this moment… I do Like are we going out for us...or for someone else If that is the case Then I am going home And I will cry because that weird feeling will return Stronger than anything Because not only are you okay with letting me have this feeling You’re okay with me crying home alone Which makes me question Are we even friends?
