#fan
There was a Maple Leafs fan
Who knew they played as good as they can
The Maple Leafs cheer
There's always next year
Now. The players can work on their tan
Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 6:17 PM UTC
"You better post today <3"
I'm so grateful,
To have my number one fan.
Mar 29, 2025
Mar 29, 2025 at 7:26 PM UTC
Damaged by my damage plan
Igniting the burn ban
Been soaked in societies poison
Snap at every helping hand
Don't like me?
Well guess what?
We agree
I'm also not a fan
Ideas pulled from a porcelain can
Strangers bull excrement,
Fills my allotted bed pan
The crash is imminent,
But where & when will I land?
Problems equivalent
To the individual grains of beach sand
From sea to shining sea and,
Across the land
No one has ever out run it,
Can't understand why I ran
BUT
I'm sugar cookie bland
Therefore I do understand getting caught,
'Cause I am not
A gingerbread man
©2024
Apr 12, 2024
Apr 12, 2024 at 2:57 AM UTC
Fans must stand in line,
that is the generic law --
of imitation.
Mar 14, 2022
Mar 14, 2022 at 4:29 AM UTC
your working 7 hours until now.
you must exhausted.
just a little more.
Jun 21, 2021
Jun 21, 2021 at 12:00 AM UTC
Zed Alpha Alpha
Bravo Charlie
Whiskey Whiskey Delta
Zed Alpha Alpha
Bravo Charlie
Whiskey Whiskey Delta
Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 3:05 PM UTC
A couple likes here, and a few comments there.
All I want you to know is that I actually care.
When I look for your follow, I'm constantly asking "where?"
All these newbies, posting some pics, you follow them instantly I swear.
Not even four hours on the gram, and you follow her.
I'm goin five days now, I ain't no ****** amateur.
I tell myself to be patient, but it's getting harder everyday.
I swear things are turning gray.
Sep 6, 2020
Sep 6, 2020 at 6:08 AM UTC
Life is like serendipity
We should filter our sorrows
forgive our lies
And stand for our promises
Jun 8, 2020
Jun 8, 2020 at 9:14 AM UTC
My ceiling fan hasn't spun since the last rhyme,
I wonder if that was the last time?
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 8:45 PM UTC
I know your voice,
Singing for me,
I know your eyes
Twinkling through the screen,
The way you smile,
The dimple in your cheek,
All of these things,
But I don't know you
Your birthday, your name,
Your tastes and your face,
I know these things
But I don't know you
And yet
May you shine
Like the star in the sky,
Filling up my heart
With the melody of your song,
May you sing the song
That dwells inside,
And I will be here,
Listening..listening..
Though your heart may be breaking,
Though it pains me to see,
You still smile like the sun
Through the storms in your seas,
Sweat on your temple,
Through blood and through tears,
You forge through it all,
So your song could reach me
You give me everything,
The me who has nothing
But my love to give to you
I'll be by your side,
Though they be against you,
Don't worry you'll see,
Everything is alright
I wish you happiness
I wish you peace
I wish you good fortune
And all of the bliss
You may not know me,
Never had and never will,
But I hope you will know this,
You are a star that shines
In the darkest of night,
And I will sail with you
Through wine-colored waters,
Listening to your song
I don't know you,
You don't know me,
But we are connected
Through a melody.
May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 3:56 AM UTC
Everyone floats down
In to the sewer
Where I await them so
I can eat them
This life
Of an evil
(Refrain)
Every body floats down
Everybody floats down
Everyone watch out for the
Red balloon
As evil will lurk
So watch out for the beast
(Refrain)
Every body floats down
Every body floats down
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 2:21 PM UTC
Days at home and I have started hearing things,
My furniture and home appliances seem to talk to me.
My bed says "Come and lie down,
Enjoy tea in me,"
My pillows say,"Hug us,relax everything is going to be fine.
As I entered the kitchen my toaster jumped up to warn me of my wife's mood,
Too late, we started arguing and the vacuum told me to **** it up,
To make matters worse the washing machine put a different spin on everything.
The T.V and my mobile threatened to die if I did not give them rest,
Furious I banged the front door,
The door **** advised me to get a grip,
But the door screamed I was unhinged,
At that my fan soothingly said it would soon blow over,
At last the curtains ordered me to pull myself together.
4/4/2020
Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 10:19 AM UTC
Faithless, I walk through the night
Yet by a free will of my own
I broke all of my previous ties
Yet I don´t walk alone
I´m side by side with those I chose
With everyone I care for
With everyone I´m close
For those, I´m fierce to fight for
For those I try to change
Though maybe they are different
Though maybe they are strange
But they can be, all I am not
And all they value, they hold true
So everything I do, I do
To keep them safe and sound
Mar 12, 2020
Mar 12, 2020 at 2:32 PM UTC
So far we have traveled, well missed is your touch, on my flesh. The warmth of your fingertips, lite in touch, brings warmth and such. Igniting my core as the flames roar, my hungry, lust for more.
Feb 16, 2020
Feb 16, 2020 at 11:34 PM UTC
My Grandma used to be my biggest fan
She used to take me to the park, buy me ice cream
Push me on the swings till I couldn't see the trees
She used to take me to the zoo, point at the animals
Buy me cuddly souvenirs of each of them in the gift shop
She used to take me to the supermarket
Push me in the trolley and buy me a cream cake at the end
My Grandma was the one who told me to write stories
She used to make me cheesy pasta and we'd read together
Stories about dinosaurs and princesses and little girls with coloured hair
That was before she grew old
Now my Grandma sits in her chair
Her skin as thin as paper
Withered bones from old age
My Grandma doesn't really remember my name anymore
Doesn't really know what I look like
Can't really hear what I say
She's not really interested in my life anymore
Only in soaps on telly and other people's lives
My Grandma used to be my biggest fan
Now she doesn't really know who I am
Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 3:18 PM UTC
i gratefully mourn your tragedy
and thank you
for providing charity toward my meaning
i’ve followed your information for a long time
and
though i longed for a more extensive feed
the manner of your exit drama...
..the piece was both satisfying and complete
myself ?
i’ll leave a dim reading behind
when my individual concept ceases
few shall take a personal interest
this is fine also
- an onlooker
Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 11:37 AM UTC
This is no
Ordernary bus
You do go on it
To go to work
Or to school
Unless
Work and school is
Battle field
And your job is to save the world.
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 1:58 PM UTC
The guy looks like he is going
To climb Mt Everest
But that axe isn't for ice
It's for fighting off enimes
And saving the world
Swing he will
If you get in the way of
His goals.
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 1:47 PM UTC
This pink teddybear
Is not like all
Pink teddybears
You don't want to take
Her to the hospital
Or to a sleepover
For she has
An additude
And
A foul mouth
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 1:38 PM UTC
Princess mononoke
Stands there
In deep though
Contemplation
As she asks her self
"what's my next move"
Or
"What to do to
Save the forest God."
As she askes these questions
She comes up with
"fight"
Why
Do
you
fight??!!
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 6:40 AM UTC
As all for of the sisters died
Under their parents control
Strict by religion
They one by one **** them selves
To free themselves
But now remain earth bound
In their house
That once was a prison.
Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 9:03 AM UTC
Dusty old and gray
Always either spinning or perfectly still
It creaks when it spins
Like the bones of an elderly woman
One bulb is almost burnt out flickering on and off
Wanting the motivation to stay alive but losing it anyway
Losing it,
Losing it,
and now this bulb has run out of light
Now encompassed in darkness
Two bulbs remain shining so luminously Optimistic like they’ll never burn out
unknowing the impending darkness to come
that they are unable to pause
unable to slow
unable to stop
I’ve never seen a ceiling fan and it’s bulbs like this before
May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 8:30 PM UTC
The bridge character
is essential to the narrative,
it's just not HER narrative.
And later,
as if because the readers
have asked for more,
as if something about her
caught their imagination,
prompting fresh fan questions,
she features again
and the panels frame
more detail,
more of her back story,
her motivation
and perhaps we learn
her true name.
In a few years time
it may be that
a reader develops into a writer,
or perhaps an editor,
and a story is commissioned
telling HER history
with colour,
with space
and we see, at last,
her scars
and at last we see
the essential essence
of how she came to be.
And we identify
with HER.
But one night
when we look back
when we read again
that first appearance,
we realise that there remains
some unexplained detail,
a few missing pieces of her jigsaw
and as we put the final touches
to our too tight cosplay,
we wait, with hope
for her OWN title
that just might reveal
her full narrative.
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 2:02 PM UTC