"boohoo" poems
I admit that in the past I was a nice guy
But I think it's time I better make a switch
So you'll find that nowadays
I've changed all my ways!
I've slaughtered, spilled their blood, oh yes a switch!
Oh Yes!
And I fortunately don't care about you
It's a feeling that I do not posses
Oh my fans, I think it's time
To end them all just like those Limes*
Of all the Trolls so the story can progress
Poor Unfortunate Trolls!
In Pain,In Need!
D--> That one longing to be less Sweaty
This one wwants to get the girl
Should I help them?
NOT AT ALL!
Poor Unfortunate Trolls
So sad, so true
they come flocking to the fourth wall crying
Please Hussie, Please!
and do I help them?
NO SIR E!
Now it's happened once or twice
I did something really nice
but then next update
I RACKED EM CROSS THE COALS!
And I hear your sighs and complaints
but I simply am a Saint! (I made them after all)
To these Poor Unfortunate Trolls
---
Every Troll in either Session will be Slaughtered!
There's a lot of trolls to **** that's for sure.
The Kids in either session may stay
but I will **** them another day
and if they die then they'll go god tier yawn bore
Until you all adore you Huss
say goodbye since Haitus, my dear fans
In a sweep, and a song
the story will move along
and the pain, yes the pain will start again**!
Come on you
Poor Unfortunate Fans
Go ahead
hail your Huss!
I'm the creator
Their Maker
and I've got Eternal life***
If you speak against me
then boohoo
You Poor Unfortunate Trolls
Life ***** for you
If you want to go adventuring
then you have to pay the toll
**** it up and get to dying for me
since I'm in full control!
And with my precious power, dear
All their heads will roll!
These
POOR
UNFORTUNATE
TROLLS!~
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 11:05 PM UTC
My 9-5 doesn’t make me feel alive.
But with the money, I can put gas in my car so I can drive.
I want to drive away from all the problems of the world. The anger, the hate, and the weird situation I have with this one girl.
Although my love for her is deep and true, we had weird misunderstandings before, and now I guess her feelings are through.
Today I feel blue.
On a good day my soul would feel like mangos and pineapples in a smoothie, but because of my 9-5 my days have slowly become more gloomy.
Oh ‘boohoo’ me
“Look boy that’s just reality.
You think all day you can just sit at home play video games and watch TV?”
Well no it’s not like that, but I really do feel like this just ain’t the life for me.
I want to be happy. I want to be free. I want to have good company, and stop feeling so god **** lonely.
I want to feel hope
not sit inside the house looking for different ways to cope.
They say a job like this it’s just a stepping stone,
But why does it feel like they’re throwing stones?
Now my body and spirit feels too weak to try and find something else.
So
Cry Baby, Cry,
Cry so that you don’t lose your mind.
Cry Baby, Cry,
Cry so that you don’t feel like **** inside.
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 2:59 AM UTC
Hmphh. The Goat. Ruled by the Black Hand of our solar system. Gate of the Gods, but you truly fail to see your real potential because you're clueless how real motivation works. You are not a prodigy, you are the most basic construct of a human, next to the over achieving Leo. The two idiots of the zodiac flitting about. You would think with being the Goat, you'd want to aim high, climb, and grab life by the ******* ***** right? Nope, most of you are homebodies who are phobia ridden. Saturn got your pessimistic ways? Boohoo, go cry with Cancer, there's a "whipping sign" you can take out your miserly and grudging ways on. Discipline? More like, "I'd rather watch paint dry than your ridiculous dreams you always seem to be chasing". And why you try to come off as hard workers is beyond me. You do very minimal and claim some ******** grandiosity; highly annoying in your braggart ways. ***** please, don't come off as serious, we all know Elvis died on the toilet. Get over it.
Advice: Do some real work without all the nonsensical stupid, dry humor. You aren't as brilliant as you think.
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 11:09 AM UTC
cracked out
humble with heaps of pride
braggadocio Pinocchio
I haven’t slept in days
so watch the hours turn into haze
blown out of barely open windows
hide me from the world
I’m making a pristine machine - unbreakable
foreseeable as a weapon of poor taste
chasing wasted with chasers
are you shaking?
only with excitement
rage
hunger
My dad says get a job, get an education
so I chose a dead vocation with no hopes of vacations
and everybody is talking about the future as if it exists
it only exists in clenched fists and endless lists
of all the wrong turns you made on the journey
from then to now
I’m eating sacred cow meat - medium rare please
coming up with ways to scare these dumb ******* kids away from apathy
to put the shield over their hearts and the rifle in their hands
but wah wah nobody understands blah blah blah
shut the **** up for once
act like you actually have a pair of *****
even if you don’t
back in the day when we used to rob neighborhood garages of beer
and played with pills like candy
nobody threw tantrums about how unfair it all is
so you think the world owes you something?
the only thing it owes you is one death
so why are you wasting all of our time with your I could have saved the world
cry baby ********
I’m looking for slutty girls
pearl necklace on her checklist
so I can slam her on page verse
me versus the world, right?
left out by all the cool kids
drinking boohoo flavored kool-aid
so I made myself a parody of pretension
cunning, coming, ***********
you are the joke so I guess that makes me a punchline
I’m running sprints from the baseline until I’m throwing up the right choices
so continue with all of that angsty impotent sadness
so long as you stay out of my part of town
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 1:31 PM UTC
i started drawing
because my dad used to
i started writing
because my dad always did
i started watching football
so we could watch together
and so we did
every sunday
and the occasional monday
but slowly
every game
turned into every other
and eventually none
he stopped asking to see my work too
and i stopped trying to share
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 12:55 PM UTC
Cancel Haloween, I'm not the monster here
Fall's my favorite season, but hell October's doggie days for me
Stagnant rivers, and pockets full of leaves
I try to run a little faster just to escape these things catching up to me
Big furrys and little monsters at my knees
Oh, geeze-la-weeze
I need to feed on something sweet
So give me your neck girl,
I need your flesh, give me your blood, your best
Give me your glitter, your neon *******
Oh, get me the hell out of this monsters nest
Adrenaline pumped into me, I feel every blood platelet intimately rushing through me.
Radioactively synthesized, authenticity arise
Don't wait on me babe, I'm just trying to synchronize
Worry about me, and I'll let the tension build
Till I get the attention fill I need, babe.
Raid my mind with all your battleships and heavy war machines
Break me down until you find something worth keeping
I've bartered the black market selling love for lust, and my dreams for less
I barter for pleasures, but I always want more
I've lived a shallow life, assured
I've become a monster, and a ***** all while trying something new
That I was told was a cure
Now I follow with the bewildered beasts boohoo
Now I follow with the bewildered beasts boohoo
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 2:00 PM UTC
Verse 1:
When Trump got in the white house-he was just a town mouse-promised a devotion to
Help people out, then why the people have'to start protests on and on.
Trumpy got an angry plan to fulfill-the thing to do-with all the hater walls to build-no matter what "I'm not listening to you..."
Chorus A:
But in another life, you and I would hate, ruin it for the immigrants-send all of em' away,
In another life, we'd take over the world, rule it with an iron fist our flag of doom unfurled,
Flag of doom unfurled...
Chorus B: But in another life, you and I would hate, hell with all the peoples dreams-be us against the gays.
In another life, we'd take over the world, rule it with an iron fist our flag of doom unfurled,
Flag of doom unfurled...
Verse 2:
A group of people who feared sometimes Trump might lose, couldn't put the Trust in voters right to choose, if anything should happen poor Trump'will be singin' the blues. (boohoo)
Then the demonstraters started cursing his ways, Trumpy was trying to educate-that anyway
For "so-called safety" had to keep certain travelers away.
Verse 3:
So Trumpy noticed some football stars-at the national anthem-didn't have hand on their heart, and he said "these guys have got to go...(WOAH)
Then later when that didn't work out, Trump decided to make a statement-without a doubt,
It's fine what they think (a players devotion wouldn't be part of the show...)
Bridge:
Trumpy didn't fix the economy-NO
Trumpy wouldn't free us from strict conformity-NO
Trumpy can't get away with anything-NO
But then I PAY THE PRICE...
Aug 21, 2022
Aug 21, 2022 at 1:06 PM UTC
One day, the body decided to choose, they all wanted a say, win or lose. Never knowing who was boss, had made them all tired, on that day, this is what transpired...
The heart said "I should be in charge, I'm the toughest muscle and my love is large"
Said the feet, "Well, that's not fair. Without me you could go nowhere."
The hands spoke up, "Who helps you eat and drives your auto down the street?"
"Don't you like your balance, and how we help you dance, without us, you'd never stand a chance" said the arms in unison.
"Oh! But I'm not done" entered the heart, singing this tune "I guide you all blindly along, bringing hope and faith, why not sing my song?"
This sorely raised the sphincter's ire... "Without me, all you would expire... I'll constipate and blur the eyes, make you weak within the thighs. Make the brain go comatose, dribble on you feet, yea, that would be gross..."
****** says to all, clear as day* "Excuse me! I have something to say! Without me, you'd all be no more, for I give life, you're all a bore. I'm done with this stupid dispute!"
"Ummm, excuse me love muffin," says the thighs, "But if I didn't open wide, your point would be mute!"
The eyes chimed in, "Look here... Oh, that's right... You cannot see... Who better to guide you along... Without my help, how lost you'd be"
"I have a question." said the brain. "Don't you thin... Oh, wait... Without me you're all nothing. Legs couldn't walk, mouth could not talk, heart wouldn't believe and no one would breathe!"
"I'm your pull toy, your magic **** I make the babies... Yes, I be a ***** said Mr. You Know Who
"I think you smell funny" laughed the nose, "Go cry to your mommy, Boohoo!"
"If you think that smells bad," said miss muffin... "Take a lick on this and then get stuffin!"
"Don't forget about me! I can hear, I'm important too, I'm your ear!"
"Well, I'm more important, I let you all breathe" said the lungs.
"Without me you couldn't speak!" said the mouth, sticking out his tongue.
Said the sphincter, "I've told you all so... Without me working you'd be slow, you'd grow weak and cease to function and I'll close up with no compunction...." The other vital organs heard and then conceded without a word and then came the extremities who had no choice but to agree.
***Now you know, this little story goes, you don't need to be a brain to be boss, just an *******
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 1:25 PM UTC
Twin babies were talking
Snuggled up in the womb
Heads bumping, legs tangling
‘You’re taking my room’;
‘Uh-uh,’ said the other
‘It is you in my space;
Hey, do you buy into
Life after this place?’
‘Of course,’ said his brother.
‘There is life after birth!
Right now we’re preparing
To live out on earth!’
‘No way,’ said the younger.
‘You will have to agree,
There’s nothing more after--
For what…could it be?’
‘Perhaps,’ said his roomie
‘There is leeway and light;
In here, you’ll admit
It is dark and it’s tight!
And maybe, just maybe
We will walk on our feet;
For all that we know
We will drink and we’ll eat!’
The doubting one chuckled;
‘That’s the utmost absurd,
Nonsensical notion
I ever have heard!
This is all that there is;
This is all that we need!
We’re too wobbly to walk
And the cord gives our feed!’
Then shaking his head
With a thumb-sucking snort
‘There’s no life after birth;
The cord is too short!’
His big brother held fast
With a kick to his rear;
‘I think there is something
That’s diff’rent from here!’
‘Fat chance,’ said the younger
‘There’s no more than this sac.
And what proof do you have?
No one’s ever come back!’
‘Perhaps they don’t want to.’
Responded his brother.
‘Perhaps, they’re caressed in
The arms of their mother!
Perhaps she is singing
A lullaby tune
In a soft rocking chair
‘By a big harvest moon!’
The younger twin gurgled
And wrinkled his brow
‘If there is a mother,
Then where is she now?
A mother’s a folk tale,
A legend of lore
Please read my lips brother
This is it, nothing more!’
The big brother scolded,
‘Stop making a fuss!
If there was no mother,
There wouldn’t be us!
She’s all around us
It’s in her that we be;
I’m sure there’s a next life,
And mother’s the key!
She’ll tend to our hunger
Our tears and our thirst.
I already love her
And speak to go first!’
The younger one let out
A tantrum boohoo
‘You always go first;
I’m telling mother on you!’
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 4:36 PM UTC
I'm not trying to be all "poor me"
I just write what I know
I'm not trying to make you feel sorry for me
But what I feel and what I see is what I show
I know how sappy and pathetic my writing can be
But again
I just write what I know and I know a life full of sorrow
I'm glad that maybe you don't get why all my pieces are a bit gloom and doomy
Just please know
I am SO glad you don't know
©2024
Jan 21, 2024
Jan 21, 2024 at 11:56 PM UTC
What was that about ironic?
(sonnet #MMMMDCXLII)
They swore I should be published when my frail
Attempts proved that my alphabet was thence
Down pat, a couple verbs and nouns from whence
I made a twisted bit of nonsense, pale
And certain notes that I owned more than bail
For their now wasted cries of sheer pretense,
Nor would they quiet down 'til their defense
Was trounced when I could speak and **** the tale.
Yes. Now that I trip off much less obscure
Lines, even sentences which march straight to
The point, I've lost my following as twere.
Come, did they like the early babble? Few
Can make it past the toddling stage, whence fer
The grand achievement, I'm alone. Boohoo.
(sonnet #MMMMDCXLIII)
Please don't say either that I was from hence
Givn this quite fair, though transient gift's detail
To hone its more exquisite sense in pale
Excuse for being alone, nor that twas thence
Deemed fit cuz twould be yet destroyed (whose sense
Of worth was fragile in sheer truth's betrayl),
But grant me something more, as if for bail,
And say that love will pay for my intents.
Walk through the library amassed as twere;
Yea, listen as my spirit filters through
The tapestry of lines, until in poor
Reply its voice half alters subtly too.
Did I leave innocence behind? Twas your
Fault who taught me what life is: loving you.
06Mar15e,f
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 9:14 PM UTC
My words come out all slurred, blurred, and censored. My heart has a faulty bad juju sensor. My nerves are practicing voodoo, got me all wrapped up in hoodoo. Always asking 'how do you do?' As if you'd ask me too. My world is red, my world is blue. My vision is all kinds of skewed. Skewer me, skewer you. Skewered life 'cause it leaves us ******* Who needs to hear another boohoo? I'll kiss my own **** boo boos. Satan's calling me like 'yoohoo' I'll ignore him like you do me, all passionless and angry. I'm a dead fish in a dead sea just practicing my moaning, for when I'm see-through and lonely. Haunting the world as it's revolving, and it's kind of revolting- knowing life goes on, as you're decomposing. I'm shedding, I'm molting; these feelings of chicken skin and insects. It was really salmonella and pests, and I guess, what the point I'm really trying to get to is nothing, oh and **** you.
Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 2:50 AM UTC
They giggle
They glare
They think what they think
I smile
A prance
I do what I do
So boohoo
For the ones who ask permission
And need insight
To believe they're a person
There are people who **** out of their mouths
It's not my job to wipe for them
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 2:36 PM UTC
LITTLE BABY LULLABY
Poor little baby
Your Daddy doesn’t care.
He’s still around someplace
But we don’t know where.
Hush little baby
Your Mama doesn’t care.
She ran off with someone
From the Renaissance Fair.
Precious little baby
Light in someone’s eyes
We pray that your parents aren’t
Immune to all your cries.
Annoying little baby
Your country doesn’t care.
Go find your food and drink
But find it all elsewhere.
Boohoo little baby
Your teachers don’t care
They have tests to pass out.
No time for them to share.
Lonely little baby
Jesus is your savior
As long as you truly are
The right and proper flavor.
(Repeat until it is no longer accurate.)
Brent Kincaid
3/30/2015
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 5:18 AM UTC
She floats like a bubble
Across the country of trouble
Dreaming of a new
World to have room to tumble
The Cows cackled "Boohoo
Too bad for you"
And they knew
Of a land of blue and true
But they would not tell her
So she floated out to her mother
And kissed her goodbye
As she left on a piece of Rye
Bread.
Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 6:01 PM UTC
I stay in my little box
I originally planned on only using it as a detox
But once inside I was trapped
No my arms weren't strapped
But I still felt kidnapped
So I did have to adapt
And honestly I'm thankful *** my life is no longer chapped
I've learned to be self reliant
An many of u may think that that makes me a defiant
But honestly no one was there when I was crying
when I didn't know how to keep fighting
I needed help and that box was my only guidance
You had one assignment and when I poured my soul out to you what did I receive? Silence
At first the thought of being alone was horrifying
But side by side me and this box we made an alliance
And when I'm inside of this small confinement
There isn't any lying or over trying or self confidence dying or any boohoo crying
..well maybe sometimes
but it's okay because when I sit in this quiet
this silence there isn't any judgment
There isn't any soul crushing
There isn't any unwanted touching
No nudging no punching no Flying Dutchman there's nothing
It's like I was forced upon this dungeon and ended up never wanting to leave
For a while my life was at ease but as it goes on Ive started to crave someone to come live within it with me
How ever it's not an option because I never venture out I never have the guts to flea
Sometimes I'll poke an arm out and feel a cold breeze so back in the box I go
Dreaming of a life I'll never really know
Living in terror of being hit with a crossbow
Fear is a powerful thing
Top reason why I'll never have any offspring
What if they grow to be as corrupted as I?
What if they live in a box so they can never reach the sky?
Fear is the reason id stay up at night and cry
My eyes couldn't really take It
At night they'd constantly spit
So I moved into this box and it's been a perfect fit
But be ware if you decide to come inside ur gonna need a permit
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 3:41 AM UTC
I cannot understand most people...
Why do people put limitations on their life?
Yet, everyone seems to be broke....
Struggles in life......
Poor mouths and borrows.....
The answer.....
Fear the unknown...
Lazy in life....
No drive or aggression....
All the excuses in the world.....
Excuses are tools of incompetency that build monuments of nothing
and people that use them are seldom good at anything else!!!!!
I don't want to hear I had a tough life...
Step in my shoes.....
The two most important in my world is God and $$$$
People say that I am all about money......
Yes I am, how can I help people if I am broke...
Sew into someones life and watch them grow...
Stay positive....
There is always a flip side to everything....
Never speak doubt.....
God wants you to have big things,
ask him for them and quit blaming him...
It's not God's fault,
it's one's own fault, poor you boohoo....
Sorry if I offend,
some must hear this....
Learn what love really means...
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 12:12 PM UTC
Bee-ing rejected
The path to love is a long and winding road
And the road is in 3D when you fly through the air.
You can bee left behind so many times,
That you think that it will never go right,
Until you make it there.
There are so many ups with love,
But without love you are only ever let down.
Humble was no different, he wanted to bee loved like everybody else,
But sometimes it doesn’t matter how many times you try,
You always end up at the end of the night going home by yourself.
Humble was a trier, he would ask out every bee that he liked,
But try as he might and as much as he would have liked,
It seemed nobody would ever love him
And he was alone most of the time.
He had been rejected so many times that he decided to make a list.
The first one said this; the second one that
And this is the story of Humble B. Bumble and his love-life…
Ain’t it sad?
You’re always crying, boohoo.
You’re too happy; I am nothing like you.
You are just like me, because I like nothing about me.
We don’t think the same; you’re not fun, you’re a pain.
You are annoying me, buzz away little bee;
You have my sympathy, but you will never bee with me.
You’re too quiet, you talk too much.
You’re too weak, you’re not tough.
You’re too slow to make a move;
You’re too fast with your response to bee telling the truth.
Your clothes are bad; your hair is bad.
You’re far too sad to bee a bad boy.
You’re just having a laugh, you’re never serious;
You must bee delirious.
You’ve not cool, don’t bee a fool.
You’re too nice; you’re not nice enough.
You’re too far below me, you are not heading up.
You’re not ambitious, nor smart,
You’re never victorious and you are no work of art.
You can’t sing or dance; you wear the wrong kind of pants, no bling.
You live with your ‘rents, but you don’t pay rent.
You have no honey, I like honeys.
You ain’t funny; you are far beneath me.
You’re not pretty, you’re too silly.
You have no style, you are not unique
And you don’t have a perfect smile, ugly bee.
You think you are great, you’re always late,
I don’t like your face; we’re just mates.
I like him, you will never win.
You are such a loser; who is gonna choose ya?
So many times Humble searched for love
And when it was good it was really good!
But when it was sad, it was real love, I guess;
We will never know…
Do you think Humble will ever bee truly loved?...
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Jul 5, 2019
Jul 5, 2019 at 5:14 AM UTC
Boohoo, Boohoo,
Weeps the self pitying fool,
A heartfelt cry, cried every night,
The world he feels is too cruel.
Boohoo, Boohoo,
The gods have been untrue,
A prayer sung right, is to reap great heights,
Yes the pious man lays unswooned.
Boohoo, Boohoo,
He sings this merry tune,
He sings to the world, hoping someone will hear,
And tell him he'll grow to.
Boohoo, Boohoo,
The melancholy seeps through,
His world spins around, all upside down,
Yet unchanged he continues.
Boohoo, Boohoo,
The weeping man's a fool,
He lost it all, his girl and consorts,
This man is failure come to.
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 10:53 AM UTC
Saying Political Things
I suddenly find myself
Saying political things.
A president who has a name
That pumps out rhymes that rhyme with stump and thump and clump
So numerous, so humorous you try in vain
To stifle sniggering, giggling, trying to abstain
That is, when you are not afraid of what comes next,
(What, whose head will come undone on any pretext.)
I, who never had opinions of significance inside my head,
Find that I am sitting up in bed
Watching the news,
The countless views,
And find I’ve got some too!
The boohoo, ***** you kind, and views about:
Is North Korea bad or mad?
Why is the crime rate rising?
Is it rising?
Not the least surprised
If it goes either way.
And so I say,
It’s unexpected to discover
Arlene Corwin (former Nover)
Faltering and altering, but taking stance,
Dancing around matters of importance,
Though they may be comical to you,
Positing her new-found thoughts political.
Saying Political Things 5.29.2017
Our Times, Our Culture II;
Arlene Corwin
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 10:33 AM UTC
Bee ware
My first week’s pay!
What am I going to do!?
I have never had this much honey before!
First of all, I will go to,
The joke shop and get me those books I saw.
I could do with some new material,
For when they say “That’s getting old.”
Well, they won’t say that when all my jokes,
Have never before been told.
By me that is,
They have already been said before, on BeeTV;
But who has the time to remember everything?
Oh that reminds me, I could do with some shorts,
For when I am playing Buzz ball;
I will have to go straight to the mall.
Maybe get me a nice new pair of sun glasses.
Got to look the part when I go out to ‘Where it’s at.’;
The place where everybody is.
Got to show off some wing-bling;
Got to get a new hair cut;
Got to buy some new tunes;
It’s time to change my style up.
I’m still gonna listen to rock ‘n’ roll,
Because everybody knows,
It’s good for the soul;
But maybe some babe would like some other kind of tune.
So I will try to keep an open mind,
But I know I won’t bee buying no Buzzy-Fly.
Man, that guy can’t sing!
And he wouldn’t know what a good lyric sounded like;
Or maybe I could buy myself a brand new sky-bike.
I have seen them on the adverts;
They have only just arrived.
Maybe I’ll catch a bee movie too,
So I can quote all the lines.
Already planned to go out dancing,
So I will have to say something.
I’m never gonna get a girl-friend by trying to sing like Bee-Bee King.
Now that’s a guy who can sing!
I haven’t got the range or the talent,
That ‘The Yellow Stripes’ have; they sure are good.
“I’m gonna fly off!
A bee with seven arms couldn’t hold me back!”…I love that song.
I can’t wait to play my new bass guitar tonight;
Can’t wait to go and buy it.
I will just pop in, go get my pay check and then it’s time to split.
I will look so cool in the new threads I am going to buy.
I’ve got to put aside some honey though, for Mum;
Everybody wants to take their piece of my honey pie.
I have to give her a part of my wage, boohoo; but it is only a slice.
Got to pay the board, but I am still sure,
I’ll still bee the coolest bee in the hive;
Once I get those flared jeans that I have been waiting to buy…
Five minutes later,
Humble came out of the office with a sad look on his face.
I have worked all week and this is all I get paid!??
Man! The life of a worker bee…it’s a shame...
(Such a shame.)
We work all day for a *** of honey
And there is never enough to go around…
They can talk and talk and say that’s life!
But this sure ain’t funny
And now I can only cry the tears of a clown.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Jul 5, 2019
Jul 5, 2019 at 5:07 AM UTC
Sometimes
When I look into my eyes
I see nothing
But black pupils
Staring back
Sharing nothing---
Emotionless
And physical
With nothing there
And sometimes
I touch my own skin
And I feel nothing
Underneath my fingertips
But the feel of flesh
And mortality
And I think of how wonderful life should be
And how I can't feel
ANY OF IT
I don't see the
WONDER
I don't feel the
AMAZEMENT
of my youth
And that is my depression.
Is that I can't feel anything.
I don't feel sad. Or mad.
And I want to. My depression isn't a
"boohoo hate myself"
It's an
"what have I become?"
Have I no joy in life?
No, I suppose not.
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 5:07 AM UTC
Has one traded heart ache for dreams....
Has one traded love for tears.....
Does one give up, because they fail?
Does one push harder, because they fail?
Does one give up on their dreams,
if they are satisfied with their means.....
The sayings....
Life's not fair!
Life *****
It's not my fault!
I can't do it!
I was dealt this hand!
I have no money!
The best of them all.
I did nothing....
Why me, boohoo!
It's God's fault,
and I am mad at him.....
Believe me, it is not God's fault....
God always loves and forgives....
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 2:57 PM UTC
please girl, always wear blue!
please girl, who among is
not always been a runner up
to somebody, in some endeavor,
and it always be this way forever,
I have read but one of your poems,
(now no longer true)
Though I have read and written
This ideation, in a 1000 variations,
By 10,000 we are~we be
be poets
But let us start at the beginning,
and not miss the obvious,
Spelling of your name
whether or not by choice by choice,
by somones
incision
upon your everything
I gifted you this po-em
makes a specialist in unique,
Never knew never read a,
Lizie with this single Zed,
And though there may be others
Another I have yet encountered
as a prolific poet at such a tender age,
So now you test & task me, with
a closer examination of your written largesse
i'm a stumbler, and a tumbler of/to those
who dabble in this black on white magical,
artistry, but to your naming, I retuning, returning,
thanks to whomever entitled you to this heraldry,
so here I commence, but not end, for I am too,
Well familiar with the women whose names,
Were deliciously and deliberately misspelled,
to make sure, forever,
their own specialization art on insight or foresight,
of birthright and born rights, SO cease the boohoo,
Immediately<
we are always be behind to a second place finisher, unkbeknownest,
to thousands here. and else where,
but hopefully, much loved, by those who value their
own scripting, for themselves, who let out, emit a slight
growl of satisfaction, and an even bigger smile at satisfying
the inner first among so many, surrounding you,
by name
preserved prezisely for you...
nml
Sep 8, 2025
Sep 8, 2025 at 5:08 AM UTC
Hello, my reflective enemy
Whispering to come see
See how different I look from the rest
Put my self-esteem to the test
Look at my insecurities and flaws
Mirrors tear me to shreds with vicious claws
“Just look how big you are”
“You’re never gonna go far”
“You shouldn’t even try
“Oh, boohoo don’t you dare cry”
“Imagine what others think”
“Get the suicide drink”
Sleepless nights and a knife at hand
blood appearing, I can’t take a stand
Hide it, don’t let anyone know
Just smile as sanity is let go
But pleas fall on deaf ears
For, even people who see, are blind to the tears
In the end, it’s me and the mirror
And my choice doesn’t become clearer
Pulling me in
My mind will always win
Because this is a fight against me and my enemy
The terrible mirrors who say to come see
Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 1:49 AM UTC