Crash boom bam
Smash zoom scram
Mad I am
For hash and ham

Can I chop off your head so I can pick your brain?
You look kind of inspired and somewhat sane
Perhaps you have something clever to say?
An original metaphor that isn't cliche
Some snappy line that ropes people in
And gets them to scroll all the way to the end?
If you're reading this, we must have succeeded
Sorry everyone for feeling cheated

Toss out some bologna and see if it sticks
Throw time at the wall and see if it ticks
***** onto paper to see how it reads
Cut yourself with a stapler and let the words bleed
Spit on the canvas and smear it around
Build up your masterpiece, then burn it down
Leave your fingerprints in color
Don't live black and white
There's a million ways to create
There's no wrong way to write

I jumped ship long ago
Sorry you were the last to know
It's seriously not you, it's me
You're rolling your eyes, that old line, I see
But this time it's true, it's really not you
I think that I'm shattered and have run out of glue
Not sure if I can feel anymore
I'm always so numb
Pretty sure scar tissue's what my heart's become
I'm sorry I can't give the love you feel
I'm sorry I can't feel the love you give
I'm sorry about my serious love deficiencies
And my unwillingness to live

It's not in your head
They are making fun of you
Have you seen yourself

Stand me up
Sit me down
Show me who's the boss

Wind me up
Wipe me down
Nail me to a cross

Rip me up
Burn me down
We both know it's no loss

Sitting here trying to yank out a poem
Uninspired, not in the zone
Seems I've written it all before
Once you write a good piece, it's hard to write more
I used to scribble just for myself
Now sometimes I feel, it's for someone else
It hurts to work on a poem and then get 20 views
Out of that, probably 2 likes or few
I won't allow myself to write for thumbs up and hearts
I can't blur where the real world ends and gigabytes start
Yeah I had to yank this out, and for now it's all I got
I'll lie and say I don't care if you like it or not

It's true I don't believe in God
Can't say I ever did
It's something that I never questioned, even as a kid
But Santa Claus, now he is real
or at least he used to be
I don't miss God, but I miss the guy who left presents under the tree

If you want to lead
miscellaneous me
miscellaneously
until eternity
I'm in...

I loaned you my heart
but you tore it apart and now
I can't give it away

No one wants to try
nevermind buy
this solidified lump of clay

Satellites
Holy sites
Rednecks on motor bikes

Trailer parks
Golden arcs
Street lights reduced to sparks

Trash piled up
Rusted trucks
Libraries filled with dust

Blood red streams
Child's screams
The united state of broken dreams

Gold finches give chase
Mourning doves keep their patience
House sparrows converge

Why must I always think in verse?
Is it a talent?
More like a curse
All day long songs pour through my head
But before they hit paper, they're usually dead
A few survive, most get archived and others quickly deleteted
It doesn't take more than a couple of lines to know you've been defeated

My heart is no ashtray
It's more like an urn
It holds onto what matters
Long after it burns

My poetry starts with a single cell that multiplies quickly
and spreads like hell

Words intoxicate me
like a really cheap wine
And I think silly thoughts
that I turn into rhymes

Some of it's good
A lot of it's bad
But it's the only DNA
I'll ever have

When your pockmarked and blue, no one wants you
When you're frigid and airless, no one could care less
When home's a million miles away, you don't expect anyone to stay
But when your closest friend's the sun,
why would you need anyone?

Salmon swim upstream
Instinct drives them to create
Knowing death awaits

How'd you know my head has space for rent?
Is it that obvious I walk around vacant?
Were you looking for one hemisphere or two?
Cuz you if you intend to take both, not sure what I'd do
I didn't ask for your inquiry
but do yourself a favor
This place is a dump
and you won't like your neighbor

A tisket or casket
Got a question
May I ask it?
What exactly is a tisket?
It sounds kinda fun
Should I risk it?
Out of the two options
I would pick it

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Cheer up
Look up
Everything will be okay

Life's a gift
A silly game
Everyone loves to play

Stop worrying
Don't fret
It'll all make sense

Be positive
Stay open
Let down your defense

Just do it
Get motivated
Get your *** out of bed

Have some coffee
Watch the news
Get out of your head

Keep trying
Never quit
Nothing's easy
Don't you know?

You got to want it
It's in your hands
This is your only show

I was gonna hurt someone today
But I forgave myself
so everything's okay

I don't make things happen
Things happens to me
I'm just a bystander
no one else can see
I'm just a witness
witnesses forget
I'm just a misfit
the misfitting reject

Banging my head against a wall twenty times
never once made a good thought come to mind
Sometimes I gotta dig into my pockets
to pull out lint I turn into rockets
Once in awhile I blow up a hit song
But most of the time it's an absolute bomb

He loves her so much more than she loves him
It's terrifying
He's vulnerable now
Stripped to the bone
He's never felt this alone
She looks at him with apathy
His heart gets yanked around
He'd do anything to make her happy
But she's always looking down
Can't look him square in the eye
Can't set him free, even if she tried
He's so vulnerable now
Immersed in her hair, her scent, her eyes
She can never set him free
Even if she tries

Sitting alone looking out at the grey
Another raining draining dreary day
Thinking bout when we kissed
and the opportunity missed
Because neither of us knew what to say

Lovey dovey ***** me
Thought something was meant to be
Stupid cupid swept right in
And claimed his arrow yet again

Pink wren in my yard
Picks cobwebs from tomatoes
Keeping them bright red

I tried
I'm spent
I give up
I relent

I quit
I'll just stop
I can't stand
I just flop

I'm broke
I'm a mess
I've no *****
I regress

I've failed
I won't fight
I'm lost
I can't write

To write is to rip open old wounds
And get plenty of fresh ones too
I've never felt more alone
than when writing a poem
knowing I'll never get through

Ever
Wonder
Why
This
Won't
Get
Any
Views
It
Must
Be
Because
I
****
It
Certainly
Can't
Be
You..

I know what I'll do today
I'm so glad I thought of it
I think I'll spend an hour pouring out my heart
So this site can stomp on it
I'll try to be sure I don't have any rhyme or flow
I'll mention birds and trees a lot, maybe even snow (oops)
I'll have to mention love for sure and make it my life long plight
I know what I'll do today
I'll say F U to this site