my girl wanted to try something new
it could be good, maybe its true
i said it would be cool if we did something simple
much to my shock she put clamps on my ******
she attached it to a battery, turned it on till i fried
the joke is on me, cause turns out i died,
now im a ghost

walking down the street
not a care in the world
and that is when it all unfurled
a bunch of gays ran out of nowhere
they beat the **** out of me
and stole my wallet,
not all stereotypes are true

the sky is blue
the grass is green
the birds fly
its a beautiful day
theres trees all around
a tiny squirrel sits on the shitcockassbitchmotherfuck
....
....
maybe ill stay home today

driving a car
its late at night
u think u see something
oh wait its nothing
breath a sigh of relief
then BAM!
A DEER RUNS THE **** INTO YOUR CAR

a razor sharp pain
a searing bright light
im so confused
and cold as night
i look around
in a daze
hoping this is just a phase
there are many people
i shout and scream
but no one tries to interviene
their all to busy
crowding all around the floor
i look down and am confused no more
i pale in horror
as i see
the thing thats on the ground is me

A magic man
with a cristal ball
shouts from his stand
come one
and come all
a little boy
10 years of age
sees the future
and is amazed
how much for the ball good sir?
its not for sale you little cur
the boy
not used to hearing no
waits out back
for the end of the show
the man packs up
and readies to go
the boy sneaks up
and grabs his target
but for what he gets
he didn't bargain
the man comes over
and with a shout
tells the boy
hes done and out
the man shoots lightning
into the boys eyes
the penalty for theft
is a harsh reprise
now to this day
the boy lives in the dark
sharing a warning
most grave and most stark

The sky is blue
this is a fact
but dont be so quick
its not exact
for at the end of the day
according to me
the sky gets thrown into the sea
and is replaced by a dark mask
full of holes
u can see past
and though the sky will soon be back
well mostly there
its not exact

First a note
just one
then 2
a group of three
and then 4 to boot
repeat this not once, or thrice, or 4
reapeat this five, or 6 or more
then u will have The Song
u see
or maybe not
the only one who knows
*is me

stayed home sick
want some soup
look all around
to no avail
go downstairs
im in luck
one can left
what a rush
go upstairs
hungry as hell
oops forgot
can open is broken

A man named osama shot the world
and its about time his plans unfurled
he had a bullet hurled into his eye
now hes as dead as disco dance
but its much to early still to prance
dont forget the ones who died
osamas been pulled apart
in an ocean filled with sharks
they ate him all
but not his...beard

stand up
slip on soap
fall down
crack your head
bleed profusely
die

Go around the mountain top
to where the birds don't dare to stop
in this place you'll find a cave
where quiet songs make you a slave
in the dark, the dread beast roams
delighting in his servent's moans
It is a devil, this is true
but a god, it can be too
for why does god give, if not to take
what he creates, he can unmake
so if you see the devil, do not curse
just hang your head, and quench his thirst
when we are born, a death we must bare
for what god gives us, its only fair

you bare your heart
you share your soul
you write all day
and it takes its toll
you cant withstand
you cant let go

all your dreams start to die
you want to leave
but only cry
its sad to say
but i cannot lie

youve made you bed
now go to sleep
give up your dreams
but do not weep

although its harsh
you must agree its fair
nothings left but an emty stare

I must warn you
do not cry

go to sleep, its time to die

into the morgue
away we go
not a word is said
even hi or hello
we stare into the devils maw
where bodies are burned
or cut with a saw
out of the corner comes a man dressed in white
a living ghoul
who gives us a fright
he goes inside to see what went wrong
and slices the body
while humming a song
im clearly on earth
but something feels wild
who can go on
after loseing a child

write a poem
but wear a hat
express yourself
but wear a mask
inspire others
but wear a suit
hold a gun
but please dont shoot
for if u write a poem u see
u might cause calamity
if others choose your poems to read
hide yourself and you might succeed

presents under the tree
lights all around the house
stocking hung above the fireplace
cookies and milk on top of the mantle
it was the perfect christmas
until santa was shot 3 times in the chest by a .44 magnum

A big world
just for me
made of felt
its my hat u see      
no one else can come but me
Inside my hat my tricks lay bare
I talk to voices as i comb my hair
Sometimes i dance
Sometimes i stare
My hat is the one thing thats mine
im locked in a padded cell but its all fine
Although my jacket stops movement in every way
I just laugh and enjoy the day

ha
ha
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Ha
             HA
                                          HAhAHAhH                
                                                                    

                                                                         HAhaHahahA


HAhaHahahA
                                             HAhaHahahA

Poetry has no rules
anything can be a poem
im all for dolling it up
Oh boy its like a picture with words
but when u just try to fancy it up
strictly for fanciness' sake
all that ends up is the bastardization of poetry

a deadly plague
theres no one left
i walk alone
yet hold my breath
cause even though theres no one here
in the shadows i see fear,
peoples souls came and left
now im forced to fight the rest
mindless bodies haunt my dreams
amid humanities final screams
zombies make my life a hell
as i wait for gods last bell

walk in the dark
and next thing u know
BOOM....OWWW.....****
you've stubbed your toe
Its not your fault
just keep in mind
In the dark
your practically blind

The dark is thick
and black
and cold
Most just think the light is gone
but something has taken its place, I fear
it moves
it breathes
it has a plan
when we dont believe
it gets closer to its goal
always waiting
always watching
always there
It comes to get us one by one
until finally only the dead remain

If a tree attacks
u must use fire, u see
dodge a branch, jump over a root ,or flee
u can hack until the shadows grow long
but only fire will be be a tree's last song
so if an attacking tree u see
its best to use fire u must agree

followed a rainbow to its other side
and found myself before i died
a *** of gold is what i seek
but another treasure
did i reap,
to know oneself before one dies
through the lense that is gods eyes
now before i take my eternal sleep
one last thing i must bequeath
always live before you die
as few do but many try

let us tip our hats to darkness
that ever changing being
to some he is their biggest fear
but to me i call him friend
see i live my life in darkness
in the shadows few will go
and if ever u want to visit there
there are some things u should know
u see i have adjusted
i look out into the light and see
but if ever u come to visit
im afraid u wont see me

cAnT sToP                                          
                                 *CaNt sLeEp
                                                                     EyEs ClOsEd
                                                                                                          BrAiN oPeN                                    
nO rUnNiNg
                                   No EsCaPeInG
                                                                       CaNt BrEaTh
                                                                                                           CaNt ThInK
                       JuSt StUcK
                          
                                                              iN hElL
                  
                                                                                            *wItH mY dEmOnS

They hide in the shadows
always whispering
waiting for darkness
they lurk in the periphery of our vision
but when we look their never there
the brain says its imaginary
but in our hearts we know the truth

Crazy
Enraged
Vicious
Disgruntled
Murderous
******
Insane
.......­...............
GUESS WHO?
Its the mailman
BOOM!

A hot hell at the bottom of the earth
a cesspool of filth and disease
In the 3rd world, where they will chop off your arm sooner than say hi
war and genocide are the national sports
and the only souvenirs are aids and malaria

I got my daughter a dog.... AND
she loved it... AND
its name was Rex... AND
she slept with him in her bed... AND
one day Rex got sick... AND
I took him to the the vet... AND
turns out Rex wasnt a dog... WHAT?
JUST A BIG ******* RAT

the lights are off
the stairs are on
you miss a step
and fall the **** down

there once was a fish who could fly
his fins always glistened in the sky
he was so glad
but soon he turned mad
because he was caught by some guy

running around
a foamy mouth
tries to bite me
a rabid squirrel