#bearable
Talking to myself
Laughing at my own jokes
Entertaining myself
Making fun of myself
Calling myself a *******
Believing it
Acting like a lunatic
Becoming one
Feeding my insanity
Laughing about it
My life is going nowhere
I’m happy I have a life
I’m a suicidal maniac with a smile and a side of fries
I write poems about it
And I wouldn’t have it any other way
Because of people like you
Who make my ******* boringass, cheesyass, waffleass, ******** stupidass, lønelyass life worth living
Thank you
Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 12:02 AM UTC
Passionate souls
drawing in the wind
Making colors with the stars
Dreaming souls
waking to do it all again
Sending life into a tailspin
Rendering life as is
Creative souls wildly dancing
music in there hearts
When all souls come together
imagine the scenes
the visions we would see
Wildly fun a bit crazy
Wouldn't that be fun
like a trip on imagination
gripping us to stay
maybe finding it a bit more bearable
then the **** we see today
© Jennifer Delong 3/2018
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 7:40 AM UTC
Poetry has never been escape.
It has been solitude.
My poems will not stop the world from falling apart.
But for a moment,
No matter how brief,
It is bearable.
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 12:07 PM UTC
It used to be that the silence was not quite bearable. Now, it's the only thing that is.
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 7:07 PM UTC