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Justyn Huang Mar 29
Someone is richer
Someone is prettier
Someone is smarter
Someone is stronger
Someone is better
Someone is more

But no one else is as ****** up as you are.
And that’s why you are special
Angge Mar 29
it's hilarious
how a single statement
can make you curious

it's piteous
how a single statement
can make you furious
Souf Mar 13
I, for one, know I should be up and moving round.
And now and then,
I do, what I'm supposed to do.
But now and then, I also dig a hole or two,
so the odds of me doing what I am supposed to do are slim.
My homework's, in my bag.
I am looking, quite sad.
I don't want to do anything,
And every day
goes the same,
so please don't make me do a thang.
Because I, for one, am having oh so much fun.
Just a funny poem about my procrastination!
(also it reminds me of Belle from Beauty and the Beast!)
Never drop kick an alien,
Or they will shoot fudge in your ears,
And nut in your eye.
Then stick a needle in it,
Then stick a probe up your ****** pipes.

Nobody wants those things done to them, so I advise that you don’t ******* the alien that took you from your planet.

Oh **** the E Mother ******* T is at it again,
Stealing cows and ****.
Running the farmers out of business.
What do they need the cows for anyway.
Is their planet running out of milk or something?
Are their women not producing enough ***** milk for baby alien lips or something?
Makes me so mad that I want to drop kick an alien....
But I need to keep it together,
Because I know what they will do to me if I do.
Rizna M Rameez Oct 2018
How reasonable dreams are... .................................................................­................

Till you wake up.

Just woke up and realized all the reasons I was battling with in my sleep to sleep on weren't reasonable but they seemed perfectly right till I woke up. So many moments like these I'm sure all of you guys can relate. Oh that confusion when you wake up, like where the heck am I?
nawke Jun 2018
life's constant journey
always tooling.willing.bleeps
precision mapping
What do we willingly bleep?
Gray Jun 2018
I find it really hilarious,
That one can be so oblivious.
For instance, take the brown cow.
Some people believe they produce chocolate milk, but how?
Another one is swallowing bubble gum,
And believing it stays in your stomach for seven years, how dumb!
Finally, the stupidest one people still think is true,
It that some believe i still have feelings for you!
Honestly find this one really funny.
Hi, I'm Sad, the poem.

You've never read me before?
Well, I'm not all that deep
And... my words are a bore
I'm not full of life's mysteries
Woe is me, I'm not smart!
And my my best friend (heaven help him) Is a poem titled, simply, "****"

Anyway, I'm in the midst of an existential life crisis!
For, as far as prose goes, I'm surely one of the nicest
I never rally your tears, instead I
coax out a smile (I've no formal style)
I blame it all on my mother (she beat me as a child)

My rhyme is too clean, with rhythm and flow!!!
It's a total disgrace, believe me!
I know.
And the worst part of all is I've tried to be cool
like the profound and deep poems; the popular prose in school

I've climbed every mountain; every chasm and valley
Searched hither and yon (is that deep?) in the darkest back alley
Posted up in a Starbucks, reading a paperback Poe collection
But even Edgar couldn't save me from this depth-less dejection

I made a new pen from porcupine quill and bird feather
Put my words  in a book wrapped in bi-color leather
I've hung out with hipsters who sport elbow patch blazers!
I even bought myself a pour-o'er coffee maker

To my throat, I once held a big butter knife
And wept as I pondered taking my life
But still, no strife from that knife did inspire
The depth and subtext, Sad, the poem, desires

Desperate, I broke up with my girlfriend, my wife and my lover!
Hoping loneliness would birth the deep form found in others
I've read every master in search of dark prose
Yet it made me a hack; I use words no one knows

I've  held my heart to the sun
Dressed in black
Cried for days
But no depth did I find
Only whimsical ways
What's left?!
              I change
                    The way that
                            I look on this page!?
A H Butler Nov 2017
I loathe to appear boring
but I am.

Mesmerising reflections
Sordid depths pried
for a sliver of truth.
Geometric shells
Fenestrative awakening
enrapt you non-somnambulant.

I find attraction no longer active.
It must be an affirmation
I’m unsure of what
Perhaps never to know.
© A H Butler
Julie Grenness May 2016
Here's some homework howlers,
By hilarious pupil terrors,
"An octopus has eight testicles."
Did I read that with my spectacles?
"Mozart sailed to Vietnam." For how long?
Why is there a clavichord in the Mekong?
"Rome is now in Africa." Do tell,
Didn't you learn map-reading too well?
"Mummy and Daddy's fave place is bed."
Do your parents really want this read?
Are these mud-coloured glasses, or what?
How did I survive teaching this lot?
It's hard to take them too serious,
Homework howlers, hilarious!
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