"everyonce" poems
sometimes I look up at the ceiling
you can call me crazy
but i see the stars
billions of stars
I dont answer them
because I am paralyzed and unable
to speak
For they are friends not foes
when i was younger i was afraid
afraid of them
now i understand they are here to help.
so my friend everyonce in a while when you looking at the ceiling think
think of stars and theyll appear
whenever you need a friend they are
there.
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 2:21 PM UTC
Tell me why it is,
I can't get you off my mind?
I can't seem to stand here,
and not think of you.
I need to get me back,
I need to not rely,
because when we rely on humans
all the do is imperfect.
But isn't there so much beauty in imperfect?
Everyonce and then its nice to be messy,
disorderly and out of conduct.
Because if we never did that, it would be all
perfect and boring.
Imperfections have stories behind them.
The have reason.
Is there reason in perfection?
for me, little to none at all.
To be fun and hard to handle, to be out of control,
now theres the perfect imperfections.
Although I don't like my hair,
my height,
my present circumstance,
I'm imperfect and completely compelled
to strive toward control and loss of this regular life.
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 1:47 PM UTC
God **** man
put some humor in your life
put the fun jell on your face
drink a *** of happiness everyonce in a while
All I hear is your sad stories
Woe is me
Woe is the pain of my life
Listen to my sad painful story and be sad with me
Well have you tried,
the bundle of joy down by the creek
the pack of happiness under your bed
It's not a mystery to find a little joy in your life
You broke your leg? They got chairs for that
You got the flu? They got pills for that
You owe the money? They got jobs for that
You feeling sad? They got smiles for that
God **** man
put the fun in your life!
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 2:59 PM UTC