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Shakytrumpet Feb 2020
The world forces us to grow up
through agony and Pain.
Is happiness even worth it,
when you can lose it all again?
We try to cheer ourselves up,
though we know it's in vain.
We can never stay happy,
theres no escaping Pain.
this poem is a few years old, but i hope everyone reading strongly disagrees with younger Thomas
Shakytrumpet Feb 2020
Though my absence may make it seem
like I have disappeared,
the poems that I've left behind
make sure that I'm still here
sorry about not posting in awhile, though i doubt my short absence phased anyone, i made sure i left behind some reading material before my departure
Shakytrumpet Jan 2020
I wanted to die
so I committed suicide,
strung by my neck like clothes out to dry
I forget when i wrote this but i know why and im doing much better so i thought id share it
Shakytrumpet Dec 2019
When I die
I want to be cremated
and have my ashes mixed with paint
just so someone can s
                                       p
                                         r
                                           e
                                             a
                                                d me
                                across a canvas.
Now paint me like one of your french girls
Shakytrumpet Dec 2019
'Twas the night before
Christmas, And in my house, was
Santa, wearing Nan's blouse.
So what if Santa likes to cross dress in your nans clothes leave him be, he's stressed enough as is, the last thing he needs to worry about is being kink shamed.
Shakytrumpet Dec 2019
Wigs, wigs, I wear wigs,
to hide the fact my hairline
thins. Love my merkins.
For those of you who know what a merkin is, I'm sorry for the loss of your innocence, and for those who looked it up again sorry for that mental image.
and if you liked this (not sure why but I'm flattered XD) check out my other haikus
Shakytrumpet Dec 2019
I try to talk
and begin to stu
tter
so much emotion and words
rushing
out
they clut
ter. Strings of thoughts tie up in knots,
a conglomerate of phrases,
I solve my sentences like
mazes.
I can't talk to say my thoughts so I'll write them out instead
putting all my emotion out in neat lines straight from my head
i do not stu stu stu stutter... except when i do like a speech, my hands have like tremors and i can't get any words out. or when I talk to a certain someone
Also if you didn't like this i can assure you my comical haikus are much better some are a bit offensive so you've been warned
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