"lalalala" poems
Tell me a story Cuddlekins!
Rawr. Rawr. Grr. Rawr.
Rawr. Grr grr RAWR!!
Wow! That's a good story.
Now let me tell you
one. A story of a boy
who was so afraid of
being alone he put himself
in the most amazing adventures.
Imagine a beautiful forest
in the middle of nowhere.
Untouched. Unmutilated with.
Un-everything. This boy,
John, flew here and
laid his case down
and pulled out his violin.
His music went.
Dah. Dah. Lalalala. Doooo.
Soft. Sweet. Charming with
a twist of a faint memory
on the tip of your tongue
wanting to be known to
the world.
As he played on and on
for hours the animals
gathered around and fell
to sleep. John
inspired by his surroundings
played more and more
until there was a rustle in
the distance.
John didn't hear it
but again and again
the rustle of the leaves
grew ever closer still.
There was one animal
who wasn't sitting at
the clearing in the forest.
It was the jaguar. He awoke
and wondered
where everybody went.
They were no where to be found
As he searched for his
friends a scent caught in
his nose. It smelled of
food but an unfamiliar one.
The long lost forgotten food
that his ancestors once described.
He chased it slowly
turning every corner
hiding behind branches,
bushes, and bark.
Finally he found his prey.
He creeped slowly
and attacked.
All the animals could
say was that 'ol jagy was
at it again just a hungry
beast. Not sophisticated
or classy enough to
understand music.
You know Cuddlekins, I think
it was on that day the rest
of the animals discovered
'ol Jagy was deaf.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 10:00 PM UTC
Lets not lie then;
you’re out there somewhere having a
fine & dandy time, a fish in shallow waters,
meanwhile I’m a shoe-in
for the biggest *******
this side of town and god and country.
And where the **** are you?
What the **** is your excuse?
I’m homeless without you and
I’m a degenerate when I’m with you,
and I’m ****** enough in this
sleepless state to see it’s not fair.
I can’t ******* swim out here…
You can fuss about me not being
next to you some nights, but
I don’t give a **** about
the *** we’re not having,
the touch you’re demanding,
so just shut down the charade.
And you don’t want to know
what’s ** wrong ** with me.
"I don’t give a **** yeah,
tattoo it on my lips and kiss them
till they bleed. Don’t care.
Maaaaaybe I’m too tired to think clearly,
but **** you right now I see so much
and it’s so petty and privileged and ******
and when you think you see the lines,
you can’t even see the light of day.
I’d know because it’s here right now.
I’d know because I lost the words to say,
but the lyric would be so ******* gritty.
Lalalala, lalalala, lalalala;
The weight is so **** heavy.
Lalalala, lalalala, lalala;
The escape is too passe.
Lalalalalalalala, and where
the **** are you?
Everyone else is drunk and I’m
a hallucinogenic and a landmine.
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 7:35 AM UTC
in panic attacks
my brain sings
la la la la
i'll be okay
la la la la la
remember to breathe
la la la la
what's breathing?
la la la la
who're you?
do do do
what'd you want?
do de do la
help help help
lalalala
it'll be fine
lalaladodododa
help
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 1:31 AM UTC
So, I'm bad with a ukelele:
clinkcliinkcliink-- it doesn't agree with me
clinkPAKclink-- still no good
PAKPAKclink-- I need food
PAKPAKPAAAAK-- gone.
So, I found you:
My eyes seemed to deceive me;
I counted the strings, like onetwothreefour
Cliiink-- "lalalala~"
Didn't know there was a fifth.
Lalalala~
I love you.
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 9:28 AM UTC
I’m ******* tired
Of your ********
Fed up with making
Me feel so ******* useless
Sick of all
Your manipulative ways
My wasted days
Sitting around crying
Punishing myself by
getting high Or cutting.
All because of your avoidance,
Sents to voicemails
no replies ,
Tears down my cheeks
While Beers, music , parting
In your Eyes.
I walking lonely dark streets
To blow of the angered frustrated steam that Whistles
Out my body
Because you continuesly
Hide , lie , deny
Every question asked.
I hate I cry
I cry I hate
I’m tired of being
In this Same place
Piles after piles
Depression
Addiction
Emotionally abused
Self esteems so low
Been told many things
To make me feel
Like I truly have no worth .
So sad
That I’m just going with everyone’s flow of me
Being the chaos To
Anything , everything
That goes wrong .
I’m drowning in the sea
People see my desperation
to swim up To breath
Watching me Suffer
Do nothing when I scream
The words h e l p
They just stand by & point a finger
“Shouldn’t have gotten near
the water”
Yeah I know that above phrase made no sense
To you the reader
But there’s so much to explain
I’m just done
I can’t find words to explain
Wrapping my self up
I don’t want drugs
I don’t want pain
I don’t want to run away
I just want to sit
Shove the stick into my mouth
& Pull back the Burner
Push hard & fast
On the trigger
blow up My brain
I’m sad I’m hurt
Lalalala
I just can’t cope
I don’t want dope
Don’t want smoke
want No Sharp objects
I just want all of this to stop
Close my eyes & wake up
To a life where I have it all together
A career
Job , car
Normal life with the basic problems every one els deals with
Idk idk
Why’d he break my heart
Gave Love a chance
High hopes of finally
Making it out my current misery
Start up a new
Beginning
I got twice pain
I got shredded
My life’s at its worst
Going to bed
Sweet dreams to me
Night
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 2:11 AM UTC
Hey Mr piano man play those songs that make me cry
The ones I remember when I
Was a kid
The kind that make you die
And summer days didn't seem the same when she had gone away
And smiling felt like a chore and it was a bore to even open my eyes
So hey Mr piano man play those songs that make me cry
The ones I remember when I
Was a kid
The kind that make you die
On lonely days when it was a haze of mixed dreams and reality
And I miss her touch and the kiss so much that pain just bites at me
So don't stop playing Mr piano man
My tears they ain't in vain
I just wanna die tonight
In the thunder and the rain
La la lalalala la lalalala Mr piano man
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 12:02 PM UTC