"crative" poems
A SEE I AM TRYING TO BE NICE, BUT MY DAD IS SQUEEZINH HIS WAY INTO MY HEAD
SAYING, YOUR NOT LIKE US YOUR NOT LIKE US YOUR NOT LIKE US YOUR NOT LIKE US
IY WAS BECAUSE DAD FRUSTRATED ME, SO I STARTED TO TEASE HIM
HE SAID TO ME, SHUT UP DUMMY, SHUT UP DUMMY
BUT HE PUT HIS VOICE IN MY MATES VOICES TO SHOW WHAT HE WAS REALLY LIKE BACK THEN
I FIND, I AM MENTALLY DISABLED, I LOOK LIKE I CAN’T HANDLE TEASING LIKE THIS
I CAN’T HANDLE EVERYONE GOING TO BED, I AM NOT THE COOL KID TO GO TO BED
I PREFER TO BE CRATIVE ON THE COUCH, LIKE MY NANNA USED TO DO
DAD IS A MAN, I DON’’T LIKE DADS MAN, I LIKE HIM, BUT NOT HIS MAN THAT HE REPRESENTED
DAD IS DEAD, BUT HIS SPIRIT IS SHOWING ME THAT ALL THE STUFF HE DID, WAS
FOR LOVE FOR THE FAMILY, HE WORRIED ABOUT ME GETTING TEASED
JUST BECAUSE, I DIDN’T APPEAR TO LIKE COMPUTERS, ONCE
COMPUTERS, ARE MORE FUN, NOW, YOUTUBE IS EXTRA FUN
I WISH THE TEASING YOUNG DUDES WOULD GET IT THROUGH THEIR THICL SKULLS
I DON’T LIKE GOING TO BED, I SLEEP ON THE COUCH, LIKE MY NANNA USED TO DO
STUFF, WHAT THE TEASING YOUNG DUDES, HAVE IN STORE FOR ME
I LIKE BEING CREATIVE, CAN’T YA SEE, I AM NOT A HOOLIGAN, I AM A FAMILY PERSON
I CAN’T HANDLE ALL THIS TEASING DAD, **** OFF YA FUCKEN OLD FOGIE
OR I WILL INJECT YOU IN TO A REALLY DISABLED PERSON’S SOUL
SO YOU CAN FIND OUT WHY I WAS ACTUALLY TEASING DAD
NO THESE VOICES ARE FROM BRETT EGGINS, BUT I DON’T WANT TO
BE A SHY **** SITTING ON THE COUCH, I WANT TO SLEEP ON THE COUCH COMFORTABLY
I DON’T BELIEVE IN BEING A MAN, TO A TEASE, I AM HAVING MEMORIES
OF BRETT STRANGLING ME, NOTHING CAME OF THAT
BUT I FEEL, THAT PEOPLE COULD **** IF I DID THAT AGAIN, SO I DON’T WANT BRETT THE STUPID COSMIC RABBIT
TRYING TO TREAT ME LIKE A SHY **** PLEASE, **** OFF, OK
I KNOW BRETT IS MY OWN AGE, I AM NOT LIKE OUR PARENTS
MY YOUNG DUDE THING IS POETRY SLAMS
I HATE PEOPLE WHO ONLY WANT ME TO DO AS THEY SAY
I AM NOT WOOSEY FOR LIFE, I AM A FIHJYER FOR LIFE
IT’S JUST THAT BRETT AND PAUL ARE PUSHING DOWN ON ME
I AM NOT INTO LETTING THE AFTER LIFE WIN, I AM CREATIVE, DUDE
BRETT, DAD PAUL, YOU COULD’VE AVOIDED DOING THE THING YOU GOT KILLED FROM
LET ME LIVE MY LIFE ON EARTH, AND LOOK AFTER YA EARTH BODIES
SO EACH OF US BUDDHISTS, CAN MEND EVERY BLADE OF GRASS
GET MY MATE PAT OUT OF MY HEAD, JE IS A STUPID MAN, WHO CAN’T EXCEPT
I LOVE COMPUTERS, I DO I DO I REALLY REALLY DO
LUCKY AND MUSCLES COMTROLLED BY SCOTT MCDONALD
PUT THIS IN MY HEAD
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 7:00 AM UTC
It saddens me to know that most will never understand the darkness stirring inside.
Intrusive thoughts smashing around like high tide in the depths of winter, the misery and anger that they bring feels enough to crush me.
But it doesn't.....
They say that every cloud has a silver lining....
And for me, I know that if I can hang on and ride the black waves of depression for long enough it will end just as it always does, and my life will start again.
Soaring high like the eagles, the joy and energy of life will blast it's way back through my vains once more.
The misery and intrusive thoughts will be replased with happiness, and crative ideas as the anger and despair are washed away like a rapid tidal current.
But.......
I know this will not last forever.
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 2:27 PM UTC