God, I loathe you. Everything that you represent ... it ****** me off. You just lounge, Not doing a **** thing! you scream and taunt and - Oh my ... you just ... UGH !! So ugly !! I really should throw you away. You make the new couch look bad.
I do not want to argue anymore Show me the way to the door I would rather slum it surfing couch to couch Than hide from life as I slack and slouch Look down upon from your self-righteous horse Insults hurled til your voice is hoarse And "wouldn't you feel bad if I died?" As if unaware of how I feel inside
I hate living with constant fear and anxiety. I honesty do not know how to refrain from taking it out on other people. Especially those close to me, such as my mother.
At 3 am I sit on my couch Placing my head between my knees and slouch, Waiting for my phone to reach 100 But thousands of memories are reverting in my head.
I think, ponder and contemplate Couldn't get any answers straight. All the bemuse have covered me up, So full that I feel now it's enough.
I asked myself a simple question Am i doing something wrong? My brain says you are very right But my heart says you're on the wrong side.
I move forward to the window And waiting for the sun to show. But thoughts do not leave me alone Made me feel like I'm just a drone Doing nothing but just mating is not for me, I'm to collect nectar even while I'm in a spree.
Then I woke up from everything, I have confused myself in just a blink. All I think about is past and future but not the present I stop and say I'll live and cherish every moment.
By J Mathew
This is my second poem which I wrote at 3 a. m while I was thinking about the meaning of life
sweet smells of chardonnay whispering and him waltzing in from the kitchen. as if Jazz had legs and walked by you I smiled and he danced towards me. so I said, "paint me up a storm Cassanova. Tell me all your secrets and your lies. And if you don't come back tomorrow, least I'll know we had a chance to say goodbye"
living room mess curled up in a ball talking like nothing's wrong at all
I sit and eat potato chips on my couch in front of tv I am a cannibal sofa surfing channel hopping media crawling it's the only exercise I get these days too busy observing to join in my critical critique leaves me astounded as to how absurd the world can be missed penalties and opportunities keep me ranting panting in disbelief reality isn't reality tv everybody becomes an actor you see they're just not famous enough yet to be celebrity one of these days I'll make the news headline report with shocking footage couch potato ate himself to death binging on a 52 inch flat screen.
What is a dogs life Eating, pooping and barking Waiting for you to arrive Checking out the garbage cans Hanging around on the couch Sleeping, sleeping and sleeping Asking you to please pet me Can we go for a walk now Answering the door with barks A joyous FAMILY member A beautiful soul
Dog backwards is God Very appropriate name Cherish your together time....!
Brian Hill - 2019 # 238
The memories that pets can give you are wonderful. Cherish them always!