#cartoon
O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!!
My past is something like no one care,
A beautiful childhood,
Where morning is just begin,
Rush to open television
In the sharp morning of 5
A world where I get my peace to reside.
BY VEDANTA ANAGHA
Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 9:19 PM UTC
And then,
like a tempest, emotions surged through my mind –
ah, I believe it could only be the work of a UFO,
And there she stood,
a tall figure, her fingers surprisingly short –
they nicknamed her Finn; a name laced with irony,
for she relishes the Adventure time in the depths
of my heart, soul, body, and mind.
And truly she’s a catch;
swimming so effortlessly, and gliding so gracefully
through the currents of my every thought…
_Finn the girl._
Dec 12, 2024
Dec 12, 2024 at 2:27 PM UTC
I'm so angry
I'm seeing red
I'm screaming profanities
Inside my head
My blood is boiling
My ears shoot steam
I look like a cartoon
But I just feel mean
I just want to smash
Everything
I want to slam and curse
And rave and sing
All the songs that sound real mad
All the words that get out the bad
All the anger I've ever had
I want to roll it all
Into a giant ball
And destroy the ball
In front of you all
To burn up my anger
And watch the ashes dissolve.
May 17, 2021
May 17, 2021 at 8:43 PM UTC
When my friend and I finally got chicks, they decided to leave us.
My friend's name is Butt-Head and my name is Beavis.
I thought that I was pregnant even though I'm a boy.
Because Butt-head and I are stupid, people get annoyed.
I become the Great Cornholio when I eat too much sugar.
I'm actually a mental case who eats his own boogers.
When Butt-Head and I meet chicks, we're sure to sexually harass.
And if you have a teenage daughter, you'll end up kicking my ***
If you meet us face to face, we're sure to cause great anxiety.
We are both juvenile delinquents who are threats to society.
Don't come near us or you'll get so mad that you'll cuss.
You will be happy and better off if you stay away from us.
May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 4:16 PM UTC
There's 104 days of self isolation,
and the cure comes along just to end it,
the annual problem of our generation,
is finding a way just to spend it, like maybe
making dalgona or making a donuts,
and avoiding friends for a month,
discovering vaccine that's not yet exist,
or maybe taking a showerrrrrrr.
ten ten ten
switching 3 different apps,
waiting for you to text,
ended up sleeping all daysssssss.
PHINEAS !!
As you can see there's a whole lot of stuff to do,
before this virus can kills us alllllll,
so stick around with us cause Phineas and Ferb Corona do it allllll.
MOM , PHINEAS AND FERB TRYNA MAKE A TITLE SEQUENCE !
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 5:03 AM UTC
Every person on the Simpsons is sick and they will die.
They're suffering from Jaundice, that's the reason why.
Every fan of the Simpsons will have to nurse a broken heart.
They can say goodbye to Homer, Marge, Maggie, Lisa and Bart.
I'm the bearer of bad news but I'm not trying to be mean.
The people of Springfield have the worst cases of Jaundice that has ever been seen.
I give all of them just six months to live, nine months at the most.
They will die from Jaundice, that's what the doctors have diagnosed.
People will be happy to be rid of Sideshow Bob and MR. Burns as well.
Because of the strangelings Bart has received, Homer will go to Hell.
Everybody in Springfield is very upset because they're going to die.
After being on TV for over 30 years, they can kiss their butts goodbye.
Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 1:06 PM UTC
I live my life as if in a cartoon.
Moving inside laughter, tears
and colorful visions.
Yes, I live my life in a cartoon
dancing, romancing, and prancing
on the big screen of life.
Perhaps when I leave source
will present me with an Emmy.
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 8:32 AM UTC
I want to be someone's love song.
Listening on repeat
Their heart dancing to the beat
Smiles and blushes hearing my voice
Wanting to be near me by choice
My unstable infectious feelings
Makes them think they're dreaming
Jumping with glee
They couldn't have felt more free
This heart makes its own tune
It felt like we were in a sappy cartoon
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 3:41 PM UTC
As dues
daze a
coup and
behind you
a glory
day here
does find
you but
found you
but a
heel by
an exchange
of a
pie to
wish hours
here whoosh
a car
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 7:50 AM UTC
Ever wondered…
Why Jerry is so smart
And Tom so unlucky?
Why Bugs Bunny has to say “ehh what’s up doc”
every time he wants to communicate?
Why Winnie The Pooh’s top doesn’t go over his belly?
Is it a crop top?
Why Daffy Duck has a white collar?
Why Pinky asks the same question all the time?
And why Brain always answers every **** time?
Why Snoopy has a lazy voice?
Why Fred bothers driving since he moves the car with his legs?
Why, why, why?
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 8:07 AM UTC
Let me tell you about Barney Rubble.
He's a criminal who is in big trouble.
Barney lost his job and Bamm-Bamm was taken by the state.
That made him turn mean, he has been consumed by hate.
He and Fred Flintstone are enemies noe, he's gotten himself in a mess.
Barney looked through Fred's window and watched Wilma undress.
Wilma knew that he was watching but didn't care.
She didn't mind him seeing her while she was bare.
Barney bought a new car after he kidnapped Pebbles and sold her on the Black Market.
But the bank took his house so he had no place to park it.
All of this started because Barney lost his son.
Now Fred is out looking for Barney with a gun.
Fred is determined to shoot his former friend and watch him die.
He just found Barney so now Barney can kiss his **** goodbye.
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 6:34 PM UTC
a martian
is heathen
that deflects
abortion with
his artifice
of adhesion
let superfluous
his connection
inside a
world that
always reeling
from monoxide
now trigger
of superior
intelligence to
defray sequence
of inhabitant.
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 6:49 AM UTC
*Time is suspended
Held in place and to be examined
Whenever I’m there
Within with those people
We are yet somehow still animated*
Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 1:35 PM UTC
Every single time I am so sad,
And
Whenever your memories bring tears,
How
I distract myself from crying
Is
A simple technique.
I just remember the
Name
Of the most powerful man
And
It makes me guffaw a tummy tuck,
As
I can't really imagine a Trumpet blowing **Donald Duck**!
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 12:39 PM UTC
On the futuristic cartoon the Jetsons
They had phones with projections
I thought it was so grand
That in front of that screen they could stand
And see who they where talking to
What a wonderful thing to be able to do
Now it is common place
Our loved ones face
Can travel through space
It shrinks the miles that separate
And I think that's just great
Now we can Skype
And all of that like
We can take our phone
And bring loved ones along as we roam
It's almost like them being home
And on and on we can drone
Or our imagination we can flex
And even have cyber ***
I hope who created it was inspired
By the thoughts they acquired
By watching that simple cartoon
Because it brought us all a little more attuned
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 10:13 AM UTC
I stare at my four walls
If there was a speech bubble where would it fall?
Sometimes I think I am cartoon character on TV.
Waiting for the script to become the real me
Sometimes the world steals my ideas
Sometimes I can't grasp reality from my fears
Tears form to loneliness of which we were born
It's the storm of the monologue which yearns to escape us
The people who berate us, hate us probably are jealous
Of our strangeness.
May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 12:57 PM UTC
On the futuristic cartoon the Jetsons
They had phones with projections
I thought it was so grand
That in front of that screen they could stand
And see who they where talking to
What a wonderful thing to be able to do
Now it is common place
Our loved ones face
Can travel through space
It shrinks the miles that separate
And I think that's just great
Now we can Skype
And all of that like
We can take our phone
And bring loved ones along as we roam
It's almost like them being home
And on and on we can drone
Or our imagination we can flex
And even have cyber ***
I hope who created it was inspired
By the thoughts they acquired
By watching that simple cartoon
Because it brought us all a little more attuned
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 9:45 AM UTC
I wish i could reverse
The cure i accidentally
Placed on you
This tests my waters every time i think about it
I just want you to be remain unscathed
While you continue your life without anymore pain
I'm always relentless on being cognizant with people's feelings
But when i mess up, i guess it's jackpots for Satan.
I'm so sorry
I feel worse than any Saturday morning cartoon villain can ever aspire to be.
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 7:30 PM UTC
Shinchan, Shinchan we are his fan
He’s a tot but swanks as a man
He is too minute and he is so cute
Shot in the arm can put you in dispute
He pranks and clanks with pals or alone
Be it his school or be it his home
Mitsy his mom shouts as a norm
Harry his dad scouts to reform
Pranks and clanks both gets flop
When Mitsy gives him a pop on his top
Our fun gathers when he does not stop
And another one goes on top on his pop
Pops and shops is what he gets from his mom
We never go sad be whatever his form
Shinchan, Shinchan we are his fan
We will love him as much as we can
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 1:00 PM UTC
A gray cat with a white tummy sat upright in his owner’s living room. Yet, it was his living room, too he thought. Though he only perceived the lower half of their bodies, Tom felt he had fooled the humans into relinquishing nearly all their luxuries to him. Their food, their sitting spots, their sleeping spots. Yet, the humans would not let Tom enjoy these luxuries in complete freedom. Sometimes, when Tom laid on the couch or in the bed, he was kicked onto the floor - but that wasn’t the worst of it. Whenever Tom put together a sandwich using every single item available in the kitchen, Tom’s owner’s plucked the violin strings clear out of him, with broom whacks and concrete body slams.
“No food until you catch that mouse, ya stupid cat!” they’d yell.
Some nights - as he watched his beneficiaries drive off to the opera nightclub - Tom pondered his predicament. So if I catch this mouse, I get free reign over the house. He thought. Unlimited fridge access and legendary furniture spots. Mmmmm. Better catch me a mouse. Tom chuckled.
Mice came and went throughout the house, but one always remained. Jerry. In fact, all of the mice coming through the house only came over to chill with Jerry!
Tom stooped low to the ground in a pounce and placed his eyes millimeters from Jerry’s pint sized stance. Jerry felt as though he was pierced by a slew of razors. When Tom quickly relaxed his gazed and let out an enormous sigh.
“There is no magic ideal is there Jerry? ”Tom asked “We’re enchantingly random. Just automatic creatures with base desires. I hunger in the void, so I still want nothing more than food from the human fridge. In this universe, and a number more, I will pursue what seems the easiest means to human food, whether hunch or trick, or, right or wrong.”
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 8:57 AM UTC
Art is good
medication so you'll
deal with this creatively.
You've careened into this so
make the wreck,
the chaos
bloom on a page.
It might even help.
You're going to be a comic book artist
because in the face of such things
words fail and lips
falter, and you
want to knock your head comedically.
You want
to conjure silly star-loops for
smashing into this
feeling.
Knocked-out.
Reeling.
Draw, draw out
and ink in your malady.
Crash!
The worst is when
your heart is the caricature.
A full-page feature,
a splash,
of high-strung colours
begging to be neatened.
Splash!
Your
cartoon heart. An
image of a fat, crimson
apple
like a clip-art pic, got
a little worm poking through
it.
Eating, eating away
to leave a love
or loss-sized hole.
Fat white bubbles announcing
hurt!
so graphically.
Go on and
draw it more lurid. If
the feeling is here, you might as well
feel it.
Let the slops of gaudy red
and green
bleed and
bleed
out of the panel.
Stain it, stain
the gutter
where time happens.
At least it gives the comic
a heartbreaking!
twist.
And then you turn the page.
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 12:51 PM UTC
Duck Season
Opens on Toon Lake
Cartoon Man
Is ready
His mouth waters for roast duck
Horns grow on his head
Cartoon Duck
Is on full alert
Playing ticks
Scheming plans
Confusing his pursuer
Until the moon shines
Duck Dinners
Never come about
Cartoon man
Thinks and thinks
And finally surrenders
Waiting for next year
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 11:39 PM UTC
Cartoon Duck
Always the victim
Of the world
He lives in
Yet loved by those who view him
In the living world
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 11:29 PM UTC
Cartoon Man
Held captive by the ink
The artist
Designs him
Each thought and move is public
And no soul within
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 10:46 PM UTC
Swirling a frosty straw
Stuck up like a victory flag in winter ground
With my lips wrapped around it
I stare into this empty canvas
of a vanilla malt
And project my cartoonish headaches
into it to devour it
Oh those Scooby Doo monsters
Shadows that lurk to cut my Tom & Jerry humor
Only to formulate semblances of evil
A Mojo JoJo caricature
I then project into my milkshake
His smirk haunts the smile of Tweety Bird
In my Hanna-Barbara mindfield
Colorful spirals of animated joys
Let me know slurp Elmer Fudd shotgun
That was mugging my creativity
And robbed me of my motive
Let me taste the refreshing winds
That flow through the deserts of Road Runner
Taking laps around my heart
With its true intentions in a love letter
I will never get
Soon slurped and eaten to take away the thoughts
And now I hope I can drink another
To rip out the rest of the pain that in my heart
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 4:49 PM UTC