#fad
Field of overnight oats
so full of hippy goodness
I might live forever.
Nov 15, 2024
Nov 15, 2024 at 2:59 PM UTC
Drones lazor equipt
Build a forcefield
In a sphere lazor armor
You cant touch plasma
Ill go 10 mph in a lazor held vehicle
100 years twa but space
Ill static electricity a sphere and mercury
Like nurolink
Dont blink
Emp no charge
D
I
E
Like a cad machine
Ill build a perfect layer beam an platform
Name 1 poet area 51 who got
Alien in his cell
Ill bounce off gravity particles
Ill 18.8 frequency **** 24.4
Noone got a lazor as nice as me *****
I ain lying invincible soon we flying
Feb 25, 2024
Feb 25, 2024 at 5:45 PM UTC
I can’t enjoy the present
I’m busy waiting on the future
Working hard to produce
so I can be a consumer
And my consuming habits
have made me decadent
Keeping up with the trends
in hopes of being relevant
Waiting for the next fad
to infatuate our mind
Mindlessly ******* up
our money and our time
Timelessly circling in
repetitive motion
Going through the motions
and coming to the notion
That life's too short
to let it pass you by
But now time has passed
and it's soon time to die
And oh my
Give me something
to distract my mind
I liked the way things looked
before when I was blind
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 5:17 PM UTC
A poise possessed, in unfulfilling actuality,
Longing for freedom, freedom from normality,
Quelling every bit of counterfeit congeniality,
A taste of reassurance, isolated from individuality.
Driving this jalopy, a man dressed to nines,
His undergarments ragged, camouflaged to blind,
His teeth are pearly, though the pearliness grinds,
A moment of glory, he has yet to find.
Phony fads infesting fraudulent causes,
He sits in silence, while sounding the applauses,
A bittersweet flavor of momentary diapauses,
Every year holds similarity, inevitably with menopauses.
Commitments crumbling, chafing positivity,
Vows are demolished, rebuilt with ****** proclivity,
Reputations are finagled with selfless anonymity,
As society lacks honest accountability.
A shadow he’ll reside’n, distant from sight,
While pleading for nobility and faithful delight,
To remain a man and not out of spite,
As a room filled with vultures ravage his might.
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 12:11 PM UTC
Round and round my fingers
complex patterns and moves
humming like an pop rock singer
with nothing left to prove
I may have my issues
ADD or hyperactivity
distracting, and annoying
but not that way, to me
Round and round, in perpetuity
the bearings in melody
blurred and whirring, invisible
so you can barely see
Just another way, to ignore my mom
and also, ignore my lame step-dad
these toys are the ultimate detachment bomb
yea, I know that I've been had
I'm it's latest fan, and that don't mean, I'm bad
Succumbing to the beck and call, of the latest ******* fad
Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 2:19 PM UTC
careful babe, i'm wasting away
i'm knee-deep in dreams i let fade away
before the days were gone.
would you believe me if i said
that i didn't mean to?
falling in love felt like falling into place
and with you i feel at home.
i've never felt safe i've always felt anxious
drowning in yesterday and all of the what ifs.
what if i faded into you
on a sweet night in october?
you'd be too young and i'd be old enough
for no one to care
if i felt the weight of the world
on my shoulders.
spit me out and call me baby,
drain my faith and let me go,
even though
you said you'd never
be like everyone else
and lie to me.
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 1:37 PM UTC
You are fad and fantasy
you are placed on a pedestal by the world around you,
And I'm sorry.
I know you enjoy it.
But I will not worship you.
I will not love you as they love you.
I will not bask in your light as if you were the sun
and I was a rose
No. I refuse.
You are my friend.
I believe that, but some days, I do
not care if you are dead or alive.
You are more fad than friend to me.
You embrace your pedestal.
Should I bow at your feet?
Should I kiss the ground you walk on?
Others do.
Girls squeal in your presence.
They want you to love them.
Teachers believe in your talents,
more than the rest of us.
I flit everywhere, like a shadow.
Seen by few, loved by few.
And that's the way it shall be kept.
Believe me, you do not want me.
I do not wear the latest fads.
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 6:06 PM UTC
It's not cute,
I don't find it funny.
The lack of concern for education,
And your glasses aren't cute either.
I'm growing quite tired of the lame leaders.
Expectation to teach the future generation.
The warriors, in a future of unknowing,
By the ignorant, traditionalist.
And I could sit here all day,
Catching glints of light off your hip glasses.
Peppered with egocentric, infantile remarks.
So cute
The lack of education
So cute
The lack of nutrition
So cute
The false profits; the obtuse teachers
So cute
Your hip glasses.
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 5:21 AM UTC
I go mad that I might see the world around me anew
Growing up and being taught everything even the things I fear
Yes the things I fear, love and hate… we are all first taught it all
What to fear, what to love, what to hate.. this is my understanding
Of the madness I encounter everyday…
I go mad that the world around me may accept me for a sanity’s insanity
Dressed in naked’s flesh and being glorified as the highest fad in vogue
For even my flesh feels no more shame, as Adam and Eve felt same
Oh! I go mad for the love of Steve rather Eve becoming Adam’s ribs
How beit? “From the beginning it was not so” why make it so now
Will Jonah’s good luck bill save our nation’s repulsive ills and acts?
How long will mercy deter us from the brimstone exodus of the Gomorrah’s?
I go mad for loved ones that show love for the personal preferential from loved ones
How much of this personal preferential love actually makes the world go round
Brothers killing brothers, how cold our love has waxed...
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 8:48 AM UTC
your brain is obese
it's 60 percent fat
and a quarter of that mess
is cholesterol - and that's bad
like everyone's brain
although I have to ad
mine is 40 percent lean
so I can sell you my diet
of raw fish.. lentils.. beans
and the wisdom of this poet
on his fast track brain train
a thin title to start...
“How Can I Be So Mean?”
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 12:21 AM UTC