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Destre' Sep 2015
It still hangs above the kitchen table
   Torn down the center and patched with a single strip of of duct tape
His skin painted white
   His eyes blue and bloodshot
His lips glossed with the color of blood from a fresh wound
  
   *He sits
unable to speak
   unable to tell of all he's seen
unable to share his knowledge with the clueless
   unable to warn them


He silently hangs on the faded yellow wall
   torn and damaged
faded and discolored
  discolored with splatters of this
or sprays of that

  
*no one knows but him
and there he will always be
   on the wall
above the kitchen table
   silent and watching
Elizabeth Hynes Sep 2015
I lunge along my path my way
Keeling forward day by day
The indolence of my surrounds
Renders my feet to the ground

Laughter like bellow grunt
Skipping is my featured stunt
Following the very clouds
Oftentimes I think aloud

I am the jester that you know
The crank that always steals the show
Pranking, yanking underwear
Descending an imagined stair

You laugh I cry inside I die
Outside I breath and watch it fly
For what is death but just one side
Of two that holds our life inside

Going to ground around around
A pint of flesh for every pound
Will you sing a song with me?
Oh dee doodle deedle dee.
RuNe Sep 2015
The saddest man...

Many times
You made me laugh
You made me cry
You made me think
of life as you saw it

I wonder how can you
be the clown Im laughing with
and the guy I cried with
all at the same time.

You've been one of the hero
and the clown of my life.

Thank you for the laugh
and the tears.

I'll surely miss you.

Goodbye now.

~ RuNe
My own tribute to one of the man I admire most...
Poetic T Sep 2015
Delusional essence saturates
On the darkness held below.
A happy face bleeds a killer crimson
Smile, wont you die laughing.
Inspired by my avatar :)
I've been rewound to return
Remind me why I relearn
The same lessons
And they pass so vividly
Into invisibility
Invincibility found in your love
Makes me feel so dumb
Because in the end it's all pointless
And everything points to this
I'm realigned, I'm redrawn
I'm called into play a pawn
In a cosmic game of chess
When I aspire to be a king
It's easy when you've found your queen
But I feel like I'm letting her down
When I'm not even on the board
I'm the clown, the jester
Silently playing the professor
Trying to teach the crowd who's the real leader
But I just become the world eater
A made up monster
A mountain to stir
A man to burn in a blur
With anger from where he came from
I just want to give her everything
Jack Thompson Jul 2015
I brought a new type of ******* to town.
He's supposed to be showing me.
How he gets down.
But all I see before me.
Is an ignorant little clown.
When the jester don't perform.
He gets my steel leaving him with a frown.

Muzzle flash between his teeth.
I guess all he wanted was the ground.
If I lived in the U.K.
This hit would have been a pound!
© All Rights Reserved Jack Thompson 2015

Mad bored.
Rockie Jul 2015
Oh look,
Dusty memory built on dusty memory,
Let's blow the dirt away,
Give the old generator a massive
KICK
Oh  look,
Let's oversee the images of happy children,
Ice-cream vans out to play,
And skip on over to the start
QUICK
Oh look,
Clown phobias and fear of frowning faces,
A teenage hand gripping teenage hand,
In case of imminent circus death,
Also, look here,
*DON'T GO ANY FURTHER.
NOT WORTH THE PAIN.
Ryan Unger Jun 2015
Timmy the clown was clownin around, then he fell on his head and he died.
Tommy the troll was trollin on by, when he saw poor Timmy and cried.
Tommy picked up Timmy, looked to the sky, and shouted out loud “God, why!?”
“Because clowns are the creepiest things in the world,” God immediately replied.
And Tommy couldn’t argue with that.
I am The Funny Man

I'm here to make you laugh

I'm the clown behind the sentence

It's the one disguise I have


I am The Funny Man

I'm on at your request

The keyboard spreads my message

I'll try to do my best


I don't know who I am though

Am I funny or sedate

By the time I find the answer

It may just be too late


I am The Funny Man

On strings that you control

I am your funny puppet

Being funny makes me whole


I am The Funny Man

Dancing at top speed

I live to hear the laughter

It"s the laughter that i need


I don't know who I am though

Am I funny or sedate

By the time I find the answer

It may just be too late


I am The Funny Man

I crave to be on top

I don't know how exactly

To make the funny stop


I am The Funny Man

Yes, that's just who I am

Half clown and half man

And you don't give a ****..


I don't know who I am though

Am I funny or sedate

By the time I find the answer

It may just be too late
You laugh because of the jokes I tell, but
I laugh because if my thoughts linger I may never laugh again.
So this is how I hide

I hide in my humor
In every joke
In every chuckle
Every time I poke fun
I'm hiding
I'm hiding how I think
How I feel
How I can't stand myself
The way I look
The way I talk
I'm hiding
On Shakespeare's stage
I play the role of a clown
Hiding tears
Hiding my fears
My make up is camouflage
Hidden by white paint and a red nose
Convincing others I'm fine,
I laugh, I joke
I hide.
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