Candy Flip Oct 2015
Unlike the tactile trunk of an Elephant,
Or the aerodynamic suit of a Shark,
Or a Skunk's spray-on repellent,
Or the extended neck of a Giraffe,

Or the armoured sheath of a Tortoise,
Or a Snake's poisoned saliva,
Or the flexible limbs of an Octopus,
Or the front pocket of a Koala,

Or the kaleidoscopic coat of a Chameleon,
Or the barbed thorn of a Bee,
Or a Buffalo's four-part digestion,
Or the opposed thumbs of a Monkey,

There's no purpose to a Peacock's plumage
But to provide pleasure to the eye
And to show off the complex beauty
Of evolutionary design.
Just Melz Jun 2014
You won't find another goddess like me
Making all my words flow like poetry
I'm a lyrical genius
A metaphorical blasphemous
A stream of consciousness
To rock your world
I'm not just another girl
Make your minds spin and twirl
I'm THE Poetry Goddess
Making images with words
Like paint on a canvas
A visual impression on your mind
A poet like me
Is hard to come by
Try to visualize
Me walking away
That's the day
You'll say you're hardest goodbye
Cuz a Poetry Goddess like me
Is hard to come by
Nat Nov 2012
Saturday night, I’m getting crazy as usual,
taking pictures of my cats because they just look so beautiful.
Yea, some people go out, but I’ve got so much to do,
boys line up to take me out on dates but I tell them to shoo.
“Who are these guys?” you wonder, but don’t worry about that,
you wouldn’t know them because, they’re from a secret, hot guy frat.
I stumbled upon it once when I was out doing cool stuff,
like dancing with a king, and jumping off of bluffs.
Then one day, I jumped right into the hot guys secret lair,
and after I landed they could do nothing but stare.
I thought that they were looking at the mole on my face,
and I was right, but they loved it and begged me to stay at their place.
Not for the night, but forever, they didn’t want me to leave,
and who can blame them, I’ve got a badass weave.
But I had to decline, I just wasn’t ready for that,
so they said, “Come back anytime, even if you get fat.”
And with tears in my eyes, I bid them goodbye,
started my jetpack, and flew off into the sky.
I don’t have pictures of any of this because they were burned up in the fire,
but I can definitely assure you that I’m not a dirty liar.
But anyway, back to what I’m doing tonight,
I know that you’ll be jealous, you can’t help it, that’s alright.
I’m meeting up with Michael Scott and crew, but that’s not really a big deal,
we see each other every day, one time he tried to cop a feel.
Well, I may have just imagined that, which is probably pretty weird,
But I gave up on normal long ago, like my mother always feared.
Which is why I’m sitting here on Saturday night, talking to some cats,
who have low self-esteem because the media made them think they’re fat.
Those cats on the MeowMix commercials always look so thin,
no matter how hard regular cats try, they can really never win.
“Don’t worry about it,” I tell them, “Let’s just have some fun.”
So now we’re watching TV, because, what else would we have done?
WistfulHope Sep 2014
I wish I was badass
            people took me seriously
            I wore contacts, not glasses
            I actually had that piercing
            my tattoos were cooler
            my scars were sexier
MrKilly Sep 2014
A word with two definitions
Each a little different
The first meaning
The wind in your face
Your hair in the wind
The other
Which do you prefer?
Ashley Somebody Apr 2014
My face is so hot
And my hands are just so cold
It's a nice problem.
Miles Davis was cool
and sort of invented the word
so when I was young
we all said this word
and I found out
that the next generation
says this word too
so I was angry today
because I thought
I was pathetic
when it dawned on me
that I was a cool guy
just like all my old friends
were cool guys and girls
so I thought about it
and decided that everybody
in my life
was pretty cool
so I thought
"I don't know if everybody
has the Buddha nature
like they say,
but I do know
that everybody
has the cool nature
to some degree"
so I felt better.
When Abraham Lincoln was shoveled into the tombs,
  he forgot the copperheads and the assassin...
  in the dust, in the cool tombs.

And Ulysses Grant lost all thought of con men and Wall Street,
  cash and collateral turned ashes...
  in the dust, in the cool tombs.

Pocahontas' body, lovely as a poplar, sweet as a red haw
  in November or a pawpaw in May, did she wonder? does she remember?...
  in the dust, in the cool tombs?

Take any streetful of people buying clothes and groceries,
  cheering a hero or throwing confetti and blowing tin horns...
  tell me if the lovers are losers...
  tell me if any get more than the lovers...
  in the dust...
  in the cool tombs.
Wack Tastic Nov 2012
Coming from the shadows a six armed samurai,
Followed closely by glowstick wielding neon ninji,
Grips of rum swigging pirates swing from the rafters,
Swallowed alive by blacklight monsters,
Gangs of ganja smoking gurus,
Armed to the teeth with translucent didgeridoos,
Monks parade in swirling vestments,
Whilst the shaman trip in lotus testament,
Gods transfixed by blood tear beauty,,
As humanity’s heroes slay bejeweled dragons,
The king with two faces is beheaded,
By his charlatans, harlequins, fools and jesters,
Chaotic, prophetic killers run amok,
The order of lunatics chant as the time is struck,
A battle royale then follows,
As robots and aliens envelope,
Brilliant beams and whirring mechanics,
Clash with steel, rock, bone and sticks,
Screams from the heads of the thieves,
As their brains are devoured by zombies
The smoke swirling upward
From my lit cigarette
Is blue and grey and silent.
The air kisses my bare skin
Cooling the summer from it.
Autumn is coming.
The trees will show their russet hair
The skies will be clouded
All will smell crisp and clean
And in this time where
Everything is dying,
I will begin anew.
Brandon Navarro Sep 2014
I wish I could be like
the cool kids.
Sitting in a car
watching the night go by
iPhones blowing up with
facebook messages,
random flirts from people.
Getting into places
normal people don't.
getting things I want.

I wish I could be
one of the cool kids.
Sitting on the beach
smoking a joint
around a plume of smoking
and fire.
Wasting our lives
peaking in highschool.
I wish I could be

I wish I could be
one of the cool kids.
Lives dwindling
loving life.
Dying fast.

I want to be
just how I feel in college right now
Showman Jun 2013
I'm a cool cat
Who likes to scat
The smooth jazz
That dances off my pen
The 'garette I smoke

The dance of pen to pad
The movement
The shake
Makes my fingers snap
And my feet tap.
Qweyku Oct 2015
             leaves open
     the door of uncertainty,
             Just enough for

the breeze of possibility

© Qwey.ku
breeze or draft which one's cool?
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