"laggy" poems
A five kilometer race
Get a good pace for that
Fun run
Don't get the runs
The runs are not fun
Hon
High school puns
Running in front
Of a train
Isn't worth chewing gum
Dumb
Come on, come
That's ***** stuff
But it sure is fun
Jump the gun
I'm not ready
You're the one.
So run
Away with me
We can climb some tree
Hide up there
Breathe fresh air
Wind in your hair
Take this dare
I dare you
I dare you
Let's climb higher
Go on, faster
Don't bring your books...
No ***** looks!
You've got me hooked
We aren't stopping
No time to read
Knit a thneed
Play with a reed
Pipe
Too much hype
I don't Skype
It's laggy
Baggy
Sweats are sweet
Ripped by cleats
Tasty meat
Cook it
Boil it
Don't let it spoil it
Hit it with a rod
Cod
Isn't a game, it's a fish
I wish
You and I
Forever, we could fly
Away from these things
Dust in our eyes
Remove your disguise
Your mask
Take it off
Anything else is okay too
You
And I
Let's run.
It'll be fun!
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 10:43 AM UTC
there are days
when you experience
a one, or two
second delay,
life is a little
on the laggy side;
the movements
follow alongside
sluggish, and
desperate for
rest;
days when you
tell your fellow
teammate to hold
back, but they continue
onward
determined
to attack
and when they're
dead from such
recklessness
aren't we allowed
to sigh off the
woes of the entire
universe?
am i,
your humble
speck
not given
at
least a say
in the matter?
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 2:02 AM UTC
We all make fun of your eyes,
but that only gives me another excuse to gaze upon them.
I can't help but get lost in your eyes, so full of life and beauty.
You don't need eyes that glow like the sky or shine as emeralds caught in the sun's rays.
Your eyes are unique to you,
telling stories like a intriguing book.
I always seem to lose myself in your chapters.
Your eyes speak volumes!
One day you write the exciting tales of the sale down the drag, and the next- an epic on your love for your fans(perhaps dedicated to yours truly?).
I constantly await the new encounters; checking my laggy phone for updates on the scene,
your stories are always on my mind.
I feel like I know you.
After all, I've reread all of your stories thus far.
Can I help you write your next chapter?
Can I be your co-author?
Your glances make me want to read more,
and your absences are the worst cliffhangers- my heart drops when you leave and a dull pain ensues when there isn't a promise of tomorrow.
I dread the day "to be continued" turns into
The End.
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 9:36 AM UTC