"itouch" poems
These poems ****
I tell myself.
I follow a formula,
But it comes out tight.
I do it on my own,
It sounds too loose.
It’s loose in a sense,
That it came right from my flow of thoughts.
Off balance and perhaps preachy.
Maybe even redundant and bland.
Did that really come from me?
Where is this coming from?
WHO AM I!?
HOLY CHRISTMAS TREE!
Those words that I typed on my iTouch,
At midnight before a day of classes.
Please, just go to sleep already,
Jesus freaking Christ sitting with the Buddha in heaven,
GO TO SLEEP.
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC
A little piece
Of me
Dies
Every time I sit
Here and make poetry
On my itouch
Whilst I watch
Families play with their
Children
Right in front of me
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 11:48 AM UTC
Ommmmmmmm
Rest In Peace miles Blackburn
Ommmmmmmm
You were a blessing to have around
Ommmmmmmm
I liked being your bowling buddy
Ommmmmmmm
We used to get good scores together
Ommmmmmmm
I remember him saying to me
GO THE SWANS
When Adams Goodes was playing
And when they were actually good
Ommmmmmmm
You will be sadly missed miles Blackburn
Ommmmmmmm
I remember when I was watching my Itouch in bed and he hated it
Cause he wanted to sleep
I thought you were hating me
Ommmmmmmm
But I know now you were a great friend to have around
Ommmmmmmm
Please moles Blackburn
Think of us
As you enter your next life
I liked you mikes Blackburn
And I as Cronus will help give
You a great family for your next life
Ommmmmmmm
Ommmmmmmm
Ommmmmmmm
Farewell miles Blackburn
Have a good future life
And be blessed
R I P
Jan 7, 2021
Jan 7, 2021 at 6:52 AM UTC