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Viseract Mar 2016
Hey, hey
It's Saturday
A rather unimportant lazy day
Whether skies are blue or skies are grey
Doesn't matter for
A lazy Saturday
Hey, hey it's Saturday... tell me the name of the song
Brent Kincaid Jan 2016
I love Twinkies,
The sweet food, not the guys.
I love how they taste
And ignore the chubby thighs.
Gedunk.

I really dig pizza,
The kind covered with stuff
I eat it every day.
I just can’t get enough.
Gedunk.

Ice cream is great
I can eat it by the tub
And then I look like one
A human tub, there’s the rub.
Gedunk

It’s a US Navy word
For tasty stuff I like to eat;
Anything high sugar
Low food value and very sweet.
Gedunk.

The kind of stuff I like
When I’m at the movies.
Sweet, greasy or salty.
Sometimes even hyper meaty.
Gedunk.

Food value no need,
Just something to munch.
Nutrition and such
Just leave that for lunch.
Gedunk.

The same with politics
I usually kind of go along.
If the issues are annoying
Well that’s just wrong.
Gedunk.

I want someone who talks
About stuff that’s easy to hear.
Like football, and sports.
Politics doesn’t go with beer.
Gedunk.

I want to hear simple things
Like blaming others for what’s wrong.
See? I just vote my gut
And kind of just go along.
Gedunk.
You see that tear slide from her eye
Yet you do nothing
You walk away unsure of yourself
She falls to her knees and cries
You continue to walk away
Thinking only of yourself
It was your fault
Yet you deny it
Later you'll break up with her
And then complain about it
That she wasn't good enough
You could do better

You notice your grades slip
And you complain about it
But you don't study
You say school is stupid
It's a waste of time
Yet you take a test and get upset at the results
You get help for that job placement test
And yet you still say school is ****

You get the job that you wanted
But it doesn't play out like you dreamed
You complain about it
And let yourself feel sorry
Yet you don't try at it
You let it eat you alive
Still not trying and yet you think you deserve a raise
You think it will happen if you stay long enough

You let your body go
Eating, partying, playing games
And you complain about it
Yet you don't try to fix it
You don't feel like working out
Or running like you use to
You say you'll do it later
but never do
Life, you say, *****
But you never try to make it better
You say maybe later I'll take a stab at it

You get angry at everything
Your job
Your friends
Your games
Your life
Yet you don't do anything about it
You'll throw things, hit things, but worst of all

You'll complain
GaryFairy Dec 2015
My heart ached for a piece of the cake
i tried to take the whole thing, that was a mistake
it's hard to just be patient and wait
when you crave what's beyond your fate

in dire straits i face what's on my plate
what a nightmare a dream can make
i sort it out and lay it all straight
when there's nothing to give, there's nothing to take
Normal; the thing she wants to maintain
Deranged; insane, She is.
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Snow Wolf Dec 2015
This world of color truly touches my heart.It bursts from imagination, into creation, into being and into destruction.
This is an endless cycle, a cycle of life and death. Ideas come and go, just like people, except for the exception, that sometimes they come back.
Like a blooming flower, imagination buds from the senses of the world and blooms into existence. It's petals unfurl and explode with life, with all aspects of simplicity and complexity. Already born and grown as it is, it flies, shooting like a star, but upwards, towards the sky of promise and freedom. As it flies, it sheds both light and darkness, and drops knowledge and wisdom upon the world all over.
But only the people who keep their doors of imagination open, and only the people who know how the world is for what it is, and only the people who's hearts are open to hope, can see them. And only they can catch it. And only they can hold onto it and let it run freely in themselves, until the time comes when that knowledge and wisdom, when that creativity and hope, and all the wonder in it's light, may finally be unleashed upon us all. Only these people hold the key. Only these people, will save us all.
Are you a child of imagination?
And are you a child of hope?
Not the best of course, but hey, everyone's improving.
Kathleen May 2015
Sweet Refraining Mindnumber,
In the instances when neither speak, there is a feeling somewhat narcotic and lackadaisical.
I tend to forget the solidity of words and some often slip between cracks in my teeth.
Try not to ponder these odd things while I comb my fingers through trifle upbringings,
though you might, and I might as well, raise questions in my head of dreams I've had and ones you've witnessed.
ZT Nov 2015
There are a lot of things to be doing
And time is ticking
But I'm still not moving
Then suddenly I'm thinking
Maybe tomorrow, yes, I am procrastinating
I am relapsing into my lazy mode again
Maria Etre Nov 2015
You pierce my brain with worry
my body wants to close the shutters
to block your morning light

You inject me with responsibility
making me ache for childhood and loose youth
that was full of simple duties

You slap the "wake up" on my
lazy weekend face
causing me to feel the pain of facing the world

You dear Monday
are one hell of a *******
Jessie Nov 2015
Slight stirrings of slumber
lifting their heavy traces from our entwined figures in the late morning brought us to murmur mini kisses
into wherever skin met mouth, wanting to waste the day away in an oxytocin coma.
Not even the thrum of rain woke us up,
but it was brought to our attention that we were both ravenous.
Whispers and nods on the matter of waffles,
and then at a snail pace we remained loyal to the pursuit of our destination. To the cafeteria we walked not hand in hand,
but side by side,
enveloped in a dry space
surrounded by a world of maddening wet.
He held the umbrella.
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