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Alpha Wolf Feb 2014
Drunk man walkin down a rainy street,
A wood floor and new socks on your bare feet,
Ya look down and suddenly your lookin up, woops I slipped and fell in love.
Bald tire runnin on an icy road, steep hill underneith a foot of snow, a greased pig fallin off a pick up truck, woops I slipped and fell in love.
I hope that your feelin the way that I feel, its just like flyin but your standin still, the birds and the bees are sure powerful stuff, woops i slipped and fell in love.
An icecube hidin on your kitchen floor, S back step leadin up ta your back door. Now howd I wind up on my ****?
Woops i slipped and fell in love. I hope that your feelin the way that i feel its just like flyin but your standin still, the birds and the bees are sure powerful stuff, woops i slipped and fell in love.
i hope that your feelin the way that i feel, its just like flyin but your standin stilk. The birds and the bees are sure powerful stuff. woops i slipped and fell in love. Help ive fallen and cant get up. woops ive slipped and fell in love.
For the love of my life. she knows who she is and she knows i love her.
josh wilbanks  Jul 2015
Typical
josh wilbanks Jul 2015
Wake up.
Think of you.
Remember you've changed.
Video games.
Avoid texting you.
Video games.
Spend money.
Feel terrible.
Video games.
Spend more money.
Text you.
Video games.
Forget to eat.
Video games.
Ponder suicide.
Day dream about death.
Video games.
Feel ******.
You don't help.
Check fridge.
Drink.
Video games.
Think of you.
Drink.
Video games.
Drink.
Find my knife.
Drink.
Consider.
Drink.
Text you.
*******.
**** me.
Drink.
Just one cut.
Think of you.
Drink.
Drink.
Drink.

Wake up.
Think of you.
Ouch.
"Just one cut."
Woops.
Text you.
You still don't care.
Drink.
Nap.

Rinse.
Repeate.
Average day. I hate how you changed.
David R Aug 2022
When going on outing, hike or stroll,
for scenery or the sea
make sure you take an extra roll
in case of [woops!] emergency
BLT's Merriam-Webster Word of The Day Challenge
#glitch
Josh Koepp Oct 2012
I sleep alone
Under a cloud of advertisements
For appliances, and tridents from
A hit feature called poseidon.
or a lion filled with cotton
For my niece or little cousin
Or I could electrify my tendons
Strengthen ligaments and senses
By chewing a certain gum
That loses flavor in a minute
I could tone my upper body
atone for my sins
Or win free gas for life
While suffering through the painful hits.
Of a generation of high profile
Low life wanabies,
Where ******* is the answer
To every question that they mention
Were taught to shoot first
And **** second.
Taught to **** first
And love never
Taught that being clever
Is irrelevant
******* win the challenge
And every single time any man begins to think about opening his mouth
The same 14 words will always be expected to come and keep coming out.
But they're arranged in a different order
So you see what he's about
And now poetry has been reduced
To a sleuce of woops and shouts.
And if you're different, you get shoved into a closet
Then forcibly ripped out.
And if you're silent, and refuse to join them
Then you become a perpetual annoyance.
Because you don't break noise ordinance
And your vocabulary exceeds vulgarity
And you see clarity amid the horribleness
Tears rain down like ratings
Of movies with soliloquies
when I hear everyone knows the words to baby
And not the national anthem
Not even oh say can you see.
Well I see,
I saw the other day
When with Awe the automatic sliding door
Wouldn't get the **** out of my way.
It's too slow, it doesn't fly like my terrabyte hard drive
filled with illegal archives of repeatedly stolen, masterfully woven, and absolutely real sound bytes of pure golden "music to my ears"
A list of favorite artists, communists and marxists, or completely incoherent mistakes of life made into stardust
That's falls down, or rather up from the heaven-hell
That they created. In the minds, of the mindless self hating teenage generation.
The teens think that their goal is met when thwir beating hearts are filled,
But the only thing that's filled is a millionaires pockets
With parents dollar bills.
But to blame them,
Is to blame the system,
And the rhythems of a nation
And the drive we have within
to beat the rest and always win
Things were always better before or will be better later
Fate has brought us here and still were breathing as a nation.
I know and you know, that what we love
Will slowly **** us
And yet we still trust
Our own infallible unquenchable material lust
That what humanity wants, it will seek out not because it can,because it must.
a rut that we could get out, but we won't because it's what we love.
Eventually, in this or the next century, we'll never need to move, and everyone will be good at everything
In some virtual reality, brought on by some technology. The automatic sliding doors are being replaced with banners for online stores.
We will soon swimming in much less, but we will want much more.
Want clothes that we've become to far to wear
Want jewels made from what's left of our atmosphere
Want technology to block tragedies from reaching our ears.
It might be inevitable, or it might be evitable whatever
The chances of either right now it's probably just an anomaly so please if you would go back to your shopping spree, and see only the things they want you to see.
Just be glad that they still let us have doors
That we can open manually.
paper boats May 2015
Bad prose and half - dried hair.
Pants..? No.
Just a blanket,
On these unpremeditated rainy days.
With stale crackers for breakfast,
I'll start a revolution today.
Depression is a renewable resource,
Like plastic.
Earwax is made up of words,
So my heads overloaded,
calendars outdated,
Bridge, underrated
Woops
The jump didnt make it
You made the jump
Now shh
I cant hear the voices in my head.
Destiny xi  Oct 2012
My Boy
Destiny xi Oct 2012
My Boy

So you’ve got yourself a new girl
She hot?
She pretty?
She nice?
She ****?

I don’t know
Probably nothing like me
You see
With me
You were on fire
Always such heat
A firestorm in the rain
Making the water evaporate
Till there’s nothing but steam
Good ol’ steam

You see
It was fun while it lasted
And it sure lasted awhile
All the teasing
All the tempting
Thank god I wasn’t under age
Little minx
Little temptress
Woops
My bad

You think you’ll have to touch
For her
The way you did for me?
Nah, I doubt it

I doubt you’ll stop your truck
During your rounds
Pull it over the highway and come
Come all over your steering wheel

I doubt you’ll get all hot and bothered
While the kids are sleeping
And come
Come right beside them in the bed you’re sharing
Having to bite down on a pillow
To keep from screaming out my name

I doubt you’ll stop your work
Stop cleaning
Just to *******
And ***** all that you've cleaned
Start that job over again

You see
You just couldn’t help yourself
I don’t blame you
I mean
Look at her
Look at me
Is she wrinkled?
Or is she young and firm

Ah
She’s an older lass isn’t she?
Ready to settle down
Give you what I never did
Reassurance
That’s ok
I gave you something she never can
Never will
Just can’t

I made you lose control my boy

Now run along
Hold onto your control with her
So stable she is

But when you try to bang her brains out
Make sure you get the names right
It won’t be me you’re getting pleasure from
Never me

Regain the control you lost
Pick up your scattered clothes
And have fun being so prim and proper

No more fun and games for you
Oh well
My games just started
My boy

— The End —