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Dec 2012 · 327
Life.
Jumpingtower Dec 2012
WHAT THE **** IS A POEM!?
Apr 2012 · 498
South Pacific
Jumpingtower Apr 2012
While sailing in the south pacific,
I thought about something terrific.
Of something I'd seen
When I was eighteen
But I guess that's not very specific.
Apr 2012 · 555
Work Horse
Jumpingtower Apr 2012
My pocket is torn,
My hair is a mess.
There are stains,
There are footprints
all over my dress.

My muscles are sore,
My knees are both bruised.
And my legs
And my shoulders
have been overused.
Jumpingtower Mar 2012
Under the sky, where I normally stand,
I counted the number of lines on my hand
It took me a while to acknowledge each one
but at least I felt comfortable under the sun.

Then later that night, standing out in the mist,
I counted the number of scars on my wrist.
It was equal to that of the previous night
and I kept it that way for I felt it was right.
Mar 2012 · 798
Planetary Escape
Jumpingtower Mar 2012
In a spaceship of minimal girth,
I removed myself from planet earth.
At a quickening pace
I was ****** toward space
And away from the world of my birth.
Mar 2012 · 853
I'm an Oaf
Jumpingtower Mar 2012
I think it's been once or maybe twice, I've hit my head when I slipped on some ice.
It's happened three times, maybe four, I've tripped over the step as I walked through a door.
Too many times, it seems to me, I've walked right into an upright tree.
Four times this week or even five, I've cut myself with butchers knives.
Mar 2012 · 1.2k
With a Boat
Jumpingtower Mar 2012
A person with wings: Not a person at all.
A man in the sky is destined to fall.
A fish on the shore: Not a fish anymore!
A man in the sea with a boat, to explore.
Mar 2012 · 2.4k
Fighting Camels
Jumpingtower Mar 2012
One weekend I met with a camel
Who believed that he wasn't a mammal
I tried setting him right
But we got in a fight
Which resulted in chipped tooth enamel
Camel, fighting, enamel, mammal
Nov 2011 · 451
Flying
Jumpingtower Nov 2011
For many long years I've been trying
to master the fine art of flying.
But each day I have found
myself stuck on the ground,
so I gave up and that's why I'm crying.

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