******* there is

hot soup all over my legs

what is even life

People are a lot like songs
there are songs that you love the first time but they grow old very fast
and you no longer care to hear them
there are songs that drive you insane,
that seem to be everywhere
and get stuck in your head so easily
no matter how much you want them gone
there are songs you can't get enough of
but you only listen to them when you're sad
because they are not the happiest of songs
there are songs everyone else loves
that you yourself don't enjoy quite as much
and there are songs you love
that no one else cares for
there are songs you feel touching your heart
that you want to learn the words to
but they lose their magic once you know
the words that were hidden
amongst the loud instrumentals
there are songs from long ago
that show up now and then
that you regard fondly and think
back to simpler times
there are songs that make you feel rebellious
ready to overthrow an unjust tyrant
and there are songs that leave you
with a strange sense of purpose
and spark inspiration and hope within you
there are songs with lyrics
profound and wise
and others with lyrics
that do not hold the least bit of sense
I personally hope that you will be a song
that never gets old
that I know each and every word to
I hope you are a song that brings happiness
whenever you come on the radio
and for a moment,
you make me forget everything
and I lose myself in your melody
I hope you are a song that is my first choice
every time I go to karaoke
because you just feel so right
and i hope you are a song
that sounds better to me
the longer I listen
that leaves me thoroughly satisfied
as the last note plays out
and the music fades to silence

deleted poem bc lame

In a land made of darkness
where the trees were burnt black
and the sky was not blue there
all color it lacked
where the people were gray
and the sun very pale
but for the most part
no one ever failed
there were no tough decisions
and no problems too
everything was clear cut
they knew what to do

but what is the point
if there's no choice in life?
if there's no other pathways
it's a pointless strife
To live and to stay
alive are not the same
people must make decisions
choose how they play the game
because to play one game
with another game's rules
would never work out
you'd just get confused

one day a small girl
made this connection
she must live her own life
and not be a mere extension
and she exploded with color
and spread it where she walked
and she marveled in awe
and everyone else gawked
yellows and blues
and marvelous greens
melting the darkness
with the vision she'd seen
and others joined in
finding their inner worth
and spreading more colors
all over the earth
and remember, dear reader
never doubt yourself
you can do anything
just leave those dark clouds

Once, while I was half asleep
I saw a tough and battered sheep
He asked me for some bandages
And I gave him a marshmallow peep


He looked at me confused and said
"This does not help me, I'll be dead
Unless you help me heal my wounds
Starting with the large **** in my head"


And so, still tired I rose up
And brought him a great golden cup
He said "Pray, how will this help me?
It cannot sew my wounds all up."


And then I had him drink some stuff
Made with fruits and bits of fluff
To help him recover from his terrible wounds
And also to grow healthy and become strong and buff


And the sheep drank the drink that I had prepared
Then he quickly leapt up, completely unsnared
and he cried "Oh thank you, you kind helpful witch!
You've healed up my wounds, oh how well I have fared!


Please take this small coin, it's the least I can do
For such a wonderful person as you!
Live long and live well, just one thing 'fore I go
Can you please show me to the nearest loo?"

Now let me tell the story of a guy named Lenny

He had a grumpy goat and a year-old penny

He wanted fifty-thousand shiny trucks with cheese

But all he ever got was his Grandmother's fleas

He begged for a book so he could learn how to cook

And the grumpy goat ate him while he called out "Look!"

So the moral of the story is don't own goats

That get hungry easily and run off with your boat.

Once upon a time,

Callia found a dime

She observed it for a while

Then looked to her left and saw a pile of bile.

Then, utterly disgusted,

She went to get her lamp dusted.