#lifeoftheparty
Not much of a reader hey,
Haven’t even touched a book
Or felt shook
From a good old story,
Even the books that are so gory
Don’t even make you feel sorry,
Poor character
We all have a story within us
Maybe it starts off by
Going on the bus,
And having a big sigh....
Of relief
Oh but there’s Wiz Khalifa
And I gotta say hi
Gotta get an autograph
But than there’s life
Where we have to learn to exist
And not take the exit
Be a little gallant
We are a fan of people’s talent
look at spider man
Scared of 8 legged creatures
But when it turns into a person, we’re in love
aka Tom Holland
The adventure goes on in Canada,
Doing linear algebra, don’t think I’ll ever need that
the third law of motion to every reaction there’s always an equal &
Opposite reaction
Wow that was Newton
Every new day is a restart
Where new things get sparked
Be the firework & ignite the light
Woah did I just reference Katy Perry
Don’t be like Tom and Jerry
Instead maybe get a date in February
Watch the void of sunsets
And lets not have regrets this time
Here Have some key-lime pie
After all, we only live once
Do those stunts
Dunk that basketball
Lebron James will be proud
A new day gives you many chances to create new story pieces
So tell me what is your story?
Is it filled with glory? Captivate me
Because when you grow old
And see the last piece of your hair fall out There always comes an end
To a good old story
You were the life of the party
So rest in peace
As you are the story to my life
That I’ll never stop reading
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 6:00 AM UTC
My efforts to contribute are poorly noted,
Because I don't understand the rules of being social,
Translucent rituals projecting me on a platform to perform,
But I play the role and I play it well,
Mr funny,
Mr Charismatic,
Mr ******* personality,
A novelty every room needs to make others feel healthy,
Every brush of shoulder,
Makes me stick to them like lint to their shirt for a passing gesture and joke,
Only to eject myself from conversation just in time to evade the question,
"How are you?"
On the rare occasion some negate my strategy only to trigger my fail safe,
To redirect attention to the success of those I love.
Because they are an extension of myself and they are the only part of me that's doing well.
I hang myself with my vocal cord,
swinging from one room to the next,
Instead of gasping for air,
I scour for words,
Instead of turning blue,
I turn manic,
Hoping that the next thing I say is the last thing I say,
But it never is,
So I pray wit doesn't abandon me like half my audience when they notice I'm rambling,
I collect the last of the laughter in the bottom of an empty red cup and watch the sun turn full circle.
Jun 17, 2017
Jun 17, 2017 at 8:05 PM UTC