Looking at the clock, I struggle
Despair floating like an eye floaty thing
Get the hell out of here
Like cheese, I age, the more so the more I smell like a ****** old guy like god **** quit buying clothes from Dillard's
Like an onion, I make people cry because my face resembles a donkey getting ***** by an eagle that's ice skating and juggling
All at the same time.
Stuck in my socioeconomic class
My mom is getting harassed
My brain cells are getting grassed
I hate communists.
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 1:28 PM UTC
Right now
I am in a library with my English class
Hiding
Hiding from my teacher
Like
A worm
Hiding from an eagle
But what is my life to a worm's?
Worms enjoy call of duty just as much as any other American
Swaguespack counterattack my girl is black
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 10:25 AM UTC
Celery
Such a simple thing
But so complicated
Does it add weight?
Or take it?
Sort of like bacteria
Is it good for us?
or bad?
idrk
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 10:14 AM UTC
At the moment I am nothing
Purposeless
Drifting
Going through the motions, like I have been for years...
Years...
I loved you one moment ago
but at the moment
I feel nothing for anyone
Or anything
Life goes on.
But at a pace that is horribly slow.
*"Do what the **** makes you happy, cuz in the end, who's there? You."*
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 10:00 PM UTC
It's a thought that boggles me.
My hopes
My dreams,
are not far away.
It would be tough,
but it'd be short.
I could go pro in soccer
If I tried.
I could make straight A's
if I tried.
I'm frequently presented with the opportunity to be successful, why don't I take them?
*"Anything worth it, will be hard.
Anything easy, won't be worth it."*
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 10:18 PM UTC
Little is known about Graham
I see him everyday, yet, I know nothing about him
Nor does anyone else
He sits in a circle, the circle includes himself and stuffed animals
He sits there, in the yard of his beautiful house
Although he seems content, with his home and... friends...
I can't help but feel an aura of sadness around him
Why though?
He has it made! His parents were rich, he's never worked a day of his life for anything
I have heard rumors, however, that he's a nice man
Loving
and quite congenial
But how could anyone know that?
No one knows him!
People judge Graham based on what they see
And they see contentness
They walk by his home a glance over to a seemingly happy man
Surrounded by his stuffed animals, err, friends
Then why do I feel this aura of sadness around him?
Surely he knows they're not real...
That if he were to leave them, they wouldn't call for him to come back...
He must know that
He must...
But, there they are. Gathered in front of his perfect house
Happily chatting away, as if nothing is wrong
I'm sure one day he'll wake up and realize it
Realize that they're not real, the stuffed animals
are not real
That they don't care for him
That they can't care for him
All he needs
is to just
snap out of it...
and wake up
Hey guys! That was a poem that took me a long time to write, I know it's probably pretty bad, I'm only 16. But that poem was about me, how I'm surrounded by friends that aren't real friends, but they're there. It's true, I've never worked a day of my life for anything. Never worked to have friends, people just naturally like me I guess. But deep down I know im not who they think i am, that im not truly happy. Anyway, please leave feedback if you think i could've worded something better, anything is appreciated, I'm very new!
~Thanks,
-Graeme
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 10:59 PM UTC
Fueled by the very thing that destroys me
Motivated by a sinister cause
Driven by a physical addiction birthed from nothing except pure temptation
and the psychological need to please an older brother
I can't change
Fear of rejection
Fear of crave
Fear of failure
*"Carcinogens will **** you, but you won't even notice."*
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 10:46 PM UTC
I am 16
I hate relationships
I haven't had one in two years
I've been happy since
Girls are great
***
Freedom
Anything I'd like
It's wonderful
Then comes Stephanie
She isn't nearly as hot as some of the girls I've hooked up with
Why must I like her
Why am I pulled to her
Why do I get shy around her
That has never been a problem
It's been three years since I've been shy
Then comes Stephanie
What do I do
I can't think
Can't study
Can't focus
On anything
but
her
Help me.
Save me from her
"Happiness is the most insidious prison.."
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 10:58 PM UTC
I'm in the best shape of my life
I smoke
I could out run you
I smoke
I could out think you
I smoke
What's the problem? Why mustn't I do it?
I'm told many times no
Yet I smoke
It grasps me from the moment it's lit
Pulls me into a new reality
The way I'd describe it is: Life, but better
I take my first step
Trippin' *****
I don't even think I'm able
To shimmy past the table
Without trippin' on cables
Me n Niles dyin'
Hunter's trippin *****
Hendrik lickin walls
Life, but better
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 10:53 PM UTC