Silence
is what I hear.
Nothing
is what I feel.
Black
is what I see.
Plainness
is what I taste.
No aromas
I smell.
Aug 30, 2017
Aug 30, 2017 at 9:58 PM UTC
words and ideas are whizzing in my head, an abyss of imagination.
book ideas, future careers, and some type of strange creation.
but some of them never make it out of my head. they stay, still yet a dream.
and no matter how crazy it seems,
I know I accomplish the biggest of ambitions,
it is forever my mission.
Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 2:48 AM UTC
I can’t help it, you see,
I’m not used to this!
I was wealthy, well off,
In a world full of bliss.
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I had 100 servants,
To see all of my needs.
I had 17 chefs,
To make the finest cheese.
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I’m not used to working hard,
I’m used to sitting down!
Every task I formerly did,
I felt like a clown.
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What happened to my money?
What happened to my wealth?
And don’t say I spent it foolishly,
I used it only for needs and health!
_
But wait, I do remember,
That I went on a spending spree.
I used up all my money,
To fill my heart with glee.
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Slowly and slowly,
My money disappeared.
My savings decreased,
And what happened I had long feared.
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I was kicked out of the country club,
My mansion I could not afford.
I soon was homeless,
And I prayed to the lord.
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I was dressed in rags,
Played a harmonica for money.
People only dropped in a cent or two,
And snorted rudely; thought I was funny.
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I shopped at the thrift store,
Ate from the trash.
I’m disgusted with myself,
I felt like a rat!
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I know now I was engulfed with greed,
And spent my money all ‘till a cent.
I now don’t live in my mansion,
But, merely a tent!
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Now i’ll save up my money,
‘Till enough for a home.
But for now I am homeless,
And the streets of the town I roam.
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 8:52 PM UTC
I skip through the park on a chilly autumn day.
My vest covers my torso and warms me.
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 8:49 PM UTC
going through depression.
taking pills.
trying to get through
depression
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 8:48 PM UTC
What I did, and what I did not,
Stands before me on the eve of New Years.
What did I do this year?
Did I do something that will make me cheer?
Or something average and normal.
Questions that were not answered,
Still stay by me in the New Year.
Things that were not done,
Are still with me, waiting for the fun,
Of when they are finished.
Books I did not read,
From my side will never be freed,
Until they are completed.
Things that were done are now past,
Memories that can be retrieved or forgotten.
Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 7:32 PM UTC
Today I saw a monster,
right under my bed!
Maybe it wasn't a monster,
but I still screamed and fled.
It was green and hairy,
it had red and yellow eyes.
But i'll make sure it doesn't get me,
he'll cry like a baby if he tries!
Tonight, I was excited to go to sleep,
the monster would go away.
But, if it didnt,
it would have me to deal with the next day.
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 8:06 AM UTC
You say I am too skinny,
and you call me a *****
You are kind of mean.
You take all that I have to eat
and you steal my treat.
You are pretty mean.
You take my money
and ****** my honey.
You are really mean.
Mommy says I have to fight back
and stop you from stealing my snack.
I think you will maybe stop being mean.
Turns out Mommy was wrong
you sang a mean song
about me
and you stole Miss Becky's tea
and blamed it on me.
Maybe you will never stop being mean.
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 10:50 PM UTC
Spring is my favorite season!
Oh, spring is my favorite season.
I pretend to plant apple trees
and I sit on my knees.
Oh, spring is my favorite season.
Spring is my favorite season!
Oh, spring is my favorite season.
The sun is in the sky
and I never need to cry
Oh, spring in the favorite season.
But no season is flawless
because that would be lawless.
In spring the wasps and hornets come out
but
the flowers start to sprout.
So spring STILL is my favorite season!
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 10:46 PM UTC