There is a monster in the house waking up, the rising sun
It’s terrorizing everyone by shouting get your gun What caused this crazy commotion and why is it today The guns not real the monster is me, and I’m shouting to get my way Sometimes you have to be, a monster like this, of sorts You bang around, make lots of noise, resulting in some snorts Most of the time, it doesn't last long, and you go about your day You've spouted, pouted and shouted, oh what a pretty display... NOT Brian Hill - 2019#136 I'm not mad, I just wrote it that way...
Sometimes you just want to write in the mad format... :)
tamp on me
did ya here that boys she put an tamp on me ? ... .. .
minus an ... .. .
If you asked me
Why I fell in love with you I would say Your smile The way you snort when you laugh Your bear hugs The forehead kisses you gave me every night Your snores But if I asked you Why you fell in love with me You would sit there silently Because you can't remember
is doing time You commit the crime they hang you out on the line When all the crystaled dreams come crashing to the floor When it's your turn to walk but there's no door You tried and gave your all And the promises have just stalled . . . I thought I'd call . . . and was put on hold . . . Feeling my age , getting old realizing my mortality
This was written in November 6 , 1993 .
Three days after my 43rd birthday . Woo-hoo !
I've got a secret
Kept it hidden well It's destroying my soul And gonna send me to hell But I like how it feels I love how it tastes It's fun and invigorating When I'm testing my fate It boggles my mind And clouds my eyes Helps me become numb And stops all the cries I can smell the memories Fading out of my life With every pop, snort And brand new knife
For my secret confessions challenge
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