Don’t you ever just have that… urge? That ****** urge that’s tugging at all of your fibers. The times where you want it so bad, but you just can’t… That urge… That ****** urge… It’s the worst. But it’s the best worst.
When people twist my words The flip flop, flip flop of flip flops When people SIIINNNGGG with the radio Small children wiping their nose wherever they can Getting left out Having to wait for Christmas Ha ha ha’s of unfunny things ***** elbows Getting mad over nothing Now knowing what people are talking about People trying to control my life Ventriloquists Having to work in a group My peers mocking and making fun of me When I get beat like an egg Going through a dry spell with my writing People not doing what I asked them to do Spinach, Brussel Sprouts, and the gas they give me Being treated un=ly
Float, float, floating in the breeze. Drop, drop, dropping its tears on the world. Form, form, forming into bunnies and dragons. Into the breeze, They fly away, Until the next day, When you see them play.
As sad as watching them go to college. As sad as saying your final goodbye. As sad as watching them leave you alone on Earth. As sad as giving your daughter away. As sad as leaving the place you love. As sad as telling Winter goodbye. As sad as going to their grave. As sad as putting your pet to eternal sleep. As sad as saying hello to Heartbreak Hotel. As sad as watching Marley and Me. As sad as watching their plane go high. As sad as reading this poem. As sad as you having no more tears. Is my heart.
As wavy as the deep blue waves. As wavy as hair that just got a perm. As wavy as busy old Lombard Street. As wavy as the warped board in the garage. As wavy as the petals on a tulip. As wavy as the cream in your cocoa. Are the clouds painting the sky.