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Connor May 2015
Wake to sad mornings,
Sleep to sad nights,
View sad people,
See sad movies,
Kiss sad women,
Raise sad children,
Pass sad madmen,
Buy sad pets,
Watch sad films,
Hear sad music,
Cry sad tears,
Live sad years,
Pick sad flowers,
Write sad poems,
Keep sad tomes,
Hold sad woes,
Ache sad blows,
Justify sad truths,
Accept sad falsities,
Break sad objects,
Use sad drugs,
***** sad rugs,
Choose sad battles,
Swig sad bottles,
Play sad instruments,
Pray for sad religions,
Spark sad fires,
Keep sad lairs,
Attend sad funerals,
Notice sad cemeteries,
Die a sad death,
Fulfill sad fates.

Do all this, and you'll still be infinitely happier than some.
Lonnie Nichole Aug 2014
Sad
Sticks and stones broke my bones
But Sad is the only thing that really hurt me.

S-A-D
Spell it for me
Say it for me
Define it for me
Use it in a sentence
- Sad is patient and impossibly slow.

Sad, sad is a smile. One that turns up at the pink corner but doesn't turn up in the eyes.

Sad is a scar on your left shoulder blade. Zig zagging it's way toward your bumpy all-too-visible spine.

Sad is the boy you think you love kissing your person with his fast open palms.

Sad is the few hours later when he is gone but his rough, soft hands somehow still linger everywhere unseeable and still passionately untouched.  

Sad is static sound.
The crinkling of black and grey and white fuzzies.

Sad is not knowing if you really want to scream or cry.

Sad is rough knees and calloused hands.
Sad is no more easy air. It is the crawling for molecules.

Sad is cold and dark, but only on some days, because Sad likes to play these tricks where you wake up happy and you exist on that day happy and you fall asleep happy, and you think that you might just finally be getting happy.
But then your alarm clock goes and instead of the 'Beep Beep' it should be shouting, it's really Sad screaming in your ear that there's nothing to get up for.
And you know that Sad is back.

Sad needed a rest from all of the sad it's caused, so it took a vacation in the lost happy places of your mind, drank a margarita, and smirked at your ignorance.

Sad is the day after the happy existence when Sad feels as if it needs a confidence boost.
So Sad tells you to break skin.
Beautiful, smooth, ivory skin that you don't really think you should be breaking, but you've lived so long with Sad being right that Sad must be right.
So you break it.

You break it in the most awful, vertical line.
It follows the trail of your blue veins and opens wide with red.
And stupidly, poetically, you expect purple.
But Sad tells you that it's blood.
So don't kid yourself
Because ******, blood is red.

Sad is this moment.
The moment that you've realized that maybe, after all this time, Sad has been in charge for too long.
The very same moment that is probably too late to save whatever Sad left behind.

S-A-D
Spell it for me
Say it for me
Define it for me
Use it in a sentence
- Sad is patient, impossibly slow, and victorious
Early morning poem since I'm up and definitely not sad.
sad sad showers
since you went away
sad sad showers
my life is shaded in grey

the sun doesn't shine
for me anymore
there's only tears
falling galore

sad sad showers
since you went away
sad sad showers
my life is shaded in grey

your leaving cut deep
into my soul
so much deeper
than any cavern's hole

sad sad showers
since you went away
sad sad showers
my life is shaded in grey

our love finished
over and done
our love at end
where is the sun

sad sad showers
since you went away
sad sad showers
my life is shaded in grey

no solace can I find
for my aching heart
now that you've
broken it apart

sad sad showers
since you went away
sad sad showers
the showers parlay
Tolani Agoro May 2017
Sad sad girl
When will you smile?
Sad sad girl
When will you laugh?
Sad sad girl
Does your cheek not crinkle?
Do your lips not widen?
Do your eyes not wrinkle?
Sad sad girl
Are you not tired?
Are you not done?
Is it not enough?
Sad sad girl
Do you not miss being happy?
Is your heart not tired?
Is your mind not uneasy?
Sad sad girl
Is he worth it?
"Yes"
Are you sure?
"Yes"
Okay then
Sad sad girl
I hope you'll be fine
I hope you'll smile
I hope you'll laugh
Sad sad girl
Chin up
Wipe your tears
Pretend to be fine
No one will know the difference
And maybe one day you'll believe it too
And you'll be fine
Tolani Agoro May 2017
Sad, sad girl
When will you smile?
Sad, sad girl
When will you laugh?
Sad, sad girl
Does your cheek not crinkle?
Do your lips not widen?
Do your eyes not wrinkle?
Sad, sad girl
Are you not tired?
Are you not done?
Is it not enough?
Sad, sad girl
Do you not miss being happy?
Is your heart not tired?
Is your mind not uneasy?
Sad, sad girl
Is he worth it?
"Yes"
Are you sure?
"Yes"
Okay then
Sad, sad girl
I hope you'll be fine
I hope you'll smile
I hope you'll laugh
Sad, sad girl
Chin up
Wipe your tears
Pretend to be fine
No one will know the difference
And maybe one day you'll believe it too
And you'll be fine
Tessa F Aug 2013
Sad
Everything is sad.
Like how a flickering streetlamp is sad.
Like how hands that brush but don't hold is sad.
Like how a page ripping in your favourite book is sad.
Like how the flowers wilting after two days is sad.
Like how finishing the cereal but not filling your bowl is sad.
Like how waving to a stranger who doesn't see it is sad.
Like how the blanket doesn't quite cover all of your toes is sad.
Like how this cup of tea is too cold is sad.
Like how the clock hand can't quite get past 20 seconds is sad.
Like how my glow-in-the-dark stars always fade too soon is sad.
Like how the most important words always go unsaid is sad.
Like how the lengthening silence between us is sad.
Like how this broken, shaking whisper that isn't heard is sad.
Like how the closing of the car door is sad.
Like how this kiss blown from my lips can only travel so far is sad.
Like how my heart slams itself into my empty rib cage is sad.
My whole world is just sad
Weeping through these raindrops that won't seem to ever stop sliding down my window pane.
Autumn Feb 2013
is it sad tht alli wish is for your acceptance
                                                             is it sad that i wish for you to look my way, and smile
                                                                                                    is it sad that i hate myself for likeing you
is it sad that youtake my breath away
                                                           is it sad that you mak me want to cry  out in pain
                                                                                                    is it sad that i got jealous when i saw you holding her hand
is it sad that you are the cause of thoose scars
                                                           is it sad that you are irresistable
                                                                                                    is it sad that when you defend me it makes me want to scream and laugh and cry at the same time
is it sad that you make me me
is it sad you are you
is it sad you are the one i love?
is it sad you are the one that makes me try?
is it sad that you are the one i hate?
is it sad
at all
one
bit
is
it
stupid of me to
care
?
is it dumb of me
one
little
bit?
is
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posssible
that
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like and love and hate and need you
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Lydia Jul 2017
I’m sad because you aren’t here.
I’m sad because you’re supposed to be my friend.
I’m sad because you cancel all our plans.
I’m sad because you don’t talk to me.
I’m sad because you don’t look at me when I’m there.
I’m sad because they all tell me to give up on you.
I’m sad because they tell me I don’t deserve this.
I’m sad because they tell me I can do better.
I’m sad because I can’t let go.
I’m sad because you make me happy.
I’m sad because you aren’t there.
I’m sad because I can’t believe your promises.
I’m sad because I’m left behind.
I’m sad because you make me sad.
Dia Sep 2015
I'm so sorry I'm so sad I love you so much please don't leave me. I'm so sorry I'm so sad I love you so much please don't leave me. I'm so sorry I'm so sad I love you so much please don't leave me. I'm so sorry I'm so sad I love you so much please don't leave me. I'm so sorry I'm so sad I love you so much please don't leave me. I'm so sorry I'm so sad I love you so much please don't leave me. I'm so sorry I'm so sad I love you so much please don't leave me. I'm so sorry I'm so sad I love you so much please don't leave me. I'm so sorry I'm so sad I love you so much please don't leave me. I'm so sorry I'm so sad I love you so much please don't leave me. I'm so sorry I'm so sad I love you so much please don't leave me. I'm so sorry I'm so sad I love you so much please don't leave me. I'm so sorry I'm so sad I love you so much please don't leave me. I'm so sorry I'm so sad I love you so much please don't leave me. I'm so sorry I'm so sad I love you so much please don't leave me. I'm so sorry I'm so sad I love you so much please don't leave me.
Ashley Nov 2013
the worst kind of Sad is not when Sad tries not to be Sad.

it is when Sad hides in your closet,
threading it's claws through the slightly healed,
fresh scars
that litter your entire being
the way that Freddy claws
at his victims of sleep.

it is when Sad creeps up upon you
as you listen to your favorite song
and it suffocates you -
suffocates you with your own scarf,
letting you fade in and out of life
as you lose yourself in memories you'd like
to forget.

you know which scarf Sad uses, don't you?
it's the red one, with the black stripes,
the one you threw in the furthest corner of your closet
because it reminds you of that day,
and summer sweat,
and the aching empty feeling that consumed you
until you were swallowed up
completely eaten alive.

Sad is only Sad when it keeps you from precious slumber
and drives you to the brink of drowsiness, all the while
weighing you down with
bone crushing, eye drooping heaviness;
Sad hibernates there, sound asleep behind the cavity in your chest
and it makes you think you're okay again.

the worst kind of Sad
is when it resurfaces -
though only when you're alone -
and replays your entire day,
a constant loop through each dragging second,
until you doubt it ever happened.

the worst kind of Sad
is not Sadness itself;
it is not even the chest clenching feeling
that it brings, forcing you to think
about each breath as you make it
but rather, the worst kind of Sad
is the one that breaks your ribs with the strength
of a wrecking ball
and prematurely reminds you
that someday
they will be gone - for good, forever,
a ghost haunting your life.

the worst kind of Sad is the
inevitable and unalterable reality
that there is nothing you can do
to stop it.

(I bit my tongue a thousand times, but had we reached the thousand and first, I would have told you the truth. Why are we allowed to become close now when you are sure to be gone before I can blink my eyes and gather the courage to say goodbye?)

-a.c.
jeffrey conyers Nov 2015
It's a sad, sad, sad world.
When people rather **** than love.
It's a sad, sad world.
When love is mistreated when offered.

It's a sad, sad world.
That some chose to hurt a child.
Abuse them, manipulate them for all various reasons.

A innocent one that only chose to be love.
Get hurt because of certain parents odd philosophy in life.

It's a sad, sad world.
That given the chance for freedom in society.
That a prison chose to return to the system.
Avoid love when on probation.

It's a sad, sad world that elderly are abuse.
Sometimes, we must face the truth that these words are true.
Even their own children's are cruel.

It's a sad, sad world that racists hold minds of hate.
Without valid reasons but misguided views about things.
Then we see hate in scriptures that ministers preaches from.

Sometimes WORDS goes numb.
Frank Ruland Sep 2014
sad sad sad
frustrated, tired tears
lamenting over loveless lies
face-to-face; fickle fears
wallowing in, "oh how I tried's"

Mad Mad Mad
shaken to my sordid soul
profanities and ****** wishes
calling to be cast into coals
vestigial and so very vicious.

Bad bad bad
Where was it that I went wrong?
it became too much like chess
lost my pieces; the place I longed
ravaged, raided, the rage represses

clinging to the bottle, reminiscent
wishing it was your warm hand
pained by a reality so different
cold conversion-- I don't understand
sad sad sad
Santiago Nov 2015
[Chino Grande]

Ese I Knew This Ruca
She Was Deadly As Sin
Got The Varrio So Sprung
Everybody Would Hit
Without A Passport
She Would Enter The Zone
And Break-Up
What You Thought Was A Happy Home
Mis Camaradas
Would Fight Amongst Themselves
And Then She Touched Another Ruca
It Would Start With A Blast
And She Undressed
Hot Dripping Sweaty *** ***
And If I Spoke Out Of Context
Forgive Me Ese
But She Would Make A Grown Man
Forget Of His Wife
Or Maybe Send Him To The Pinta
For The Rest Of His Life
It’ll Make A Soldier Or Country
Forget Of Their Flag
While These Women Sell Their Body
For A 10 Dollar Bag
That’s Awitado
That’s What I Am Right Now
Cause I Seen Ya All Over People
On The Stairway To Hell
It’s So Explicit
What The Cultura Holds
But I Guess Ain’t No One Carin’
Till We Killing Our Own

[Chino Grande - Hook]

It’s Kinda Sad Homie
What Were We Destined To Be?
Just A Product Of The Streets
So We Die As A Gee
It’s Kinda Sad Homie
She’s Got Toll On Your Soul
Ese No One Really Knows
What The Future Holds
It’s Kinda Sad Homie
Cause Our Kids Are Priceless
Like Emblem Dices
In A World Of Crisis
It’s Kinda Sad Homie
Turning Pale Like Ghosts
Hypnosis Unfolding
But Yeah Nobody Knows It

[Chino Grande]

She Would Make A School Boy
Forget His Books
I’ll Make A High School Prom Queen
Neglect Her Looks
It Was The Money – The Power
Its All So True
They Had An Ese Draped Up
In Them County Blues
With No Visita
Or No Money For Tienda
Only Visions Thats Embedded
Through The Brain From A Letra
She Would Make Em Go Berserk
Toss & Turn As They Call
Six Days & Unfazed
Till They Shake & Rock
Fresh Out To These Streets
She was Part Of The Speach
Her First Name’s A Myth
Until She’s Closer Reach
And All They Thought About
Is How They Miss Her Now
She’s All Grown Up
From A Juvenile
Meanwhile
Now She Put Her Head In The Clouds
Even The ******* Men
No Longer Get Aroused
As They Search For Revenge
Through Their Arm Or Their Leg
The Government Sent It To Us
Created The Plague

[Chino Grande - Hook]

It’s Kinda Sad Homie
What Were We Destined To Be?
Just A Product Of The Streets
So We Die As A Gee
It’s Kinda Sad Homie
She’s Got Toll On Your Soul
Ese No One Really Knows
What The Future Holds
It’s Kinda Sad Homie
Cause Our Kids Are Priceless
Like Emblem Dices
In A World Of Crisis
It’s Kinda Sad Homie
Turning Pale Like Ghosts
Hypnosis Unfolding
But Yeah Nobody Knows It

[Chino Grande]

First 3 Is A Plead
Lord Help Us Please
A Generation Sprung Out
On A Deadly Disease
With Overdoses
Turning Pale Like Ghosts
Hypnosis Unfolding
But Yeah Nobody Knows It
It’s A Sign Of The Times
But It’s Easy To Smoke It
Watch The Pipe Turn Black
Cause It’s Just So Potent
Make A Little Money
Young Kids Get Molded
Introduced That Ain’t Friends
Headed Straight Up Their Noses

[Interlude Dialogue]

[Chino Grande - Hook]

It’s Kinda Sad Homie
What Were We Destined To Be?
Just A Product Of The Streets
So We Die As A Gee
It’s Kinda Sad Homie
She’s Got Toll On Your Soul
Ese No One Really Knows
What The Future Holds
It’s Kinda Sad Homie
Cause Our Kids Are Priceless
Like Emblem Dices
In A World Of Crisis
It’s Kinda Sad Homie
Turning Pale Like Ghosts
Hypnosis Unfolding
But Yeah Nobody Knows It
Yzabela De Leon May 2014
Have you ever felt
so sad
been sad for so long
you dont even remember when it first started
so sad that you dont know what hapiness is anymore
so sad that there are no more tears to cry out
so sad that your "friends" have accepted that you dont contribute to their conversations because youre just so sad
so sad that your mom stopped knocking on your door to check if youre okay
so sad that you cant even explain why the bags under your eyes are huge
so sad that the word sad is part of your personality
just so sad
always so sad
Drone strikes to take out the innocent
I am not sad.
Starvation, dehydration, all in one sweep
I am not sad.
**** and pillage and ******, cognitive dissonance
I am not sad.
Oppression, degradation, all in one week
I am not sad.

Heading at warp speed
To a recovery, to healing
I am not sad.
The past and the future
Lovers and abusers
I am not sad.

Honorable, slow suicides
I am not sad.
Parents who never cared
I am not sad.
The scars on your wrists and your mind
I am not sad.
The children who never learned to share
I am not sad.

It comes slipping through the cracks
You forgot to seal
I am not sad.
Don't look back
At the devil's deal
I am not sad.
ln Apr 2015
it  makes me so sad that we're  falling apart it makes me so sad that these changes are making me lose my mind it's making me so sad that I miss you every single day of my life and there's nothing, just nothing I can do to convince myself that I'll be next to you sometime soon it makes me so sad that these changes are making me lose everything that I thought I had figured out it makes me so sad that I don't have a backbone to stand up and face all this myself it makes me so sad that I'm so dependent it makes me so sad to be away from people I love the most it makes me so sad that there's no place else I can break down without feeling weak and inferior it makes me so sad that I feel like I'm losing myself it makes me so sad that
there's no life within these four walls it makes me so sad that I've forgotten what pain felt like because you took it all away and it makes me so sad that I've lost my ability to be numb and it makes me so sad


because despite being sad I will continue putting on this facade
I will lie to myself until I believe I am truly happy
and I will do whatever it takes to get where I want to be
I'm sorry, I just miss having you an embrace away.
a             b             c             d             e             f             g             h
happy|sad|      happy |sad    | happy | happy |sad |happy
i             j             k             l             m             n             o             p
happy|sad|    sad|    happy|  sad|    happy|      sad|     sad
q             r             s             t             u             v             w             x
sad|   sad|       sad|        sad| happy|    sad|        happy|    sad
y             z  
sad| happy


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Everybody's letters would be different.... what do yours look like?
LittleFreeBird Dec 2014
some days they are sad. sad about the weather, sad about the thing that happened last night, sad about losing their favorite book, sad about their coffee being cold, sad about the fact that they can't find matching socks. lots of things make them sad, lots of nothings make them sad too. you see, when you have a predisposition for being sad, every little thing counts.  so when you ask her why she is sad and she cannot answer, do not press further. do not go looking for a reason that just isn't there. when you ask what you can do and she says nothing, do not be hurt. do not feel useless. when she wakes in the middle of the night and she is silent, but you can feel the bed shaking as she cries, do not assume you know what she is feeling. you don't. hold her if she wants it, don't touch her if she doesn't. if you ask her if she wants you to stay and she says yes, do. but if she tells you to walk away, do not listen. stay with her, because if you don't, she might not be there in the morning .
Francie Lynch May 2018
Who's comb-over looks like *****?
Donald's comb-over looks like *****.
Who scared us shitless election night?
Donald scared us shitless election night.
Election night. Looks like *****.
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald, Donald Trump

Who's got a tie that's long and red?
The Don has a tie that's long and red?
Who pays hookers to **** on beds?
The Don pays hookers to **** on beds.
**** on beds. Long and red.
Election night. Looks like *****.
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald, Donald Trump.

Who's got hands tiny and slight?
The Don has hands tiny and slight.
Who spews lies out day and night?
The Don spews lies out day and night.
Day and night. Tiny and slight.
**** on beds. Long and red.
Election night. Looks like *****.
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald, Donald Trump.

Who's got a vocab small and trite?
The Don has a vocab small and trite.
Who whines Fake News out of spite?
The Don whines Fake News out of spite.
Small and trite. Out of spite.
Day and night. Tiny and slight.
**** on beds. Long and red.
Election night. Looks like *****.
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald, Donald Trump.

Who likes tweeting SAD SAD SAD?
The Don likes tweeting SAD SAD SAD.
Who likes a spanking when he's bad?
The Don likes a spanking when he's bad.
Bad, bad, bad, SAD SAD SAD,
Small and trite. Out of spite.
Day and night. Tiny and slight.
**** on beds. Long and red.
Election night. Looks like *****.
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald, Donald Trump.

How many minions leave today?
So many so far went their way.
Comey, Priebus, Flynn and Bannon,
Tillerson, Spicer, Hope and Ryan.
Leave today. Gone their way.
Bad, bad, bad, SAD SAD SAD,
Small and trite. Out of spite.
Day and night. Tiny and slight.
**** on beds. Long and red.
Election night. Looks like *****.
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald, Donald Trump.
REPOST
If you know the Raffi song, "Must Be Santa," you'll get it.
aviisevil Feb 2014
Sometimes I feel like
I've felt everything there's to feel
Now I'm all bled out
And there's just nothing left in me

So here's another sad song
'cause I have no other words left on me
So here's one more sad song
Wishing there was some place else I could be

I won't tell you how alone I am
because I know you would hear
I'll hold all my pain deep inside
Because I know you wouldn't care

I won't take you to the dark place
Where all my hurt still lingers on
I would just get on that dark stage
And start singing you a sad song

Few words from my heart
That I know will never reach yours
But I'll still keep singing on
'cause I don't want to be left alone

I'll pluck those strings
Like I used to caress her face
Softly and in rhythm
Like a longing for an embrace

Her wooden heart will cry for me
And I'll gently wipe off those tears
Her wooden soul will sing With me
For a moment we'll forget all we bear


So here's another sad song
'cause I have no other words left on me
So here's one more sad song
Wishing there was some place else I could be


I will take you to the happy days
So you'll know why I sing a sad song
I don't beg but I want you to stay
I swear  it won't take that long

I will tell you about my sorrows
But there's so much more I won't tell
I don't expect you to follow
'cause I know you've never seen hell

I will lay my heart before you
you can stomp on it if you choose
But this stage is my redemption
Please, for a moment let me cut loose


So here's another sad song
'cause I have no other words left on me
So here's one more sad song
Wishing there was some place else I could be

I'll tell you about the choices I made
And the road that I travelled  upon
I will take you to emptiness I've seen
I just hope you can make it along

I'll tell why it's so hard to sleep
Why I wake up every night with a scream
Sometimes I will smile when I'll weep
Remembering that it wasn't just a dream  

Than I will look in your eyes
To see if you've felt everything I feel
I'll sing to you all the night
Till there's nothing more left in me

So here's another sad song
'cause I have no other words left on me
So here's one more sad song
Wishing there was some place else I could be

I won't tell you how alone I am
because I know you would hear
I'll hold all my pain deep inside
Because I know you wouldn't care

I won't take you to the dark place
Where all my hurt still lingers on
I would just get on that dark stage
And start singing you a sad song
Francie Lynch Apr 2018
Who's comb-over looks like *****?
Donald's comb-over looks like *****.
Who's scared shiteless on election night?
Donald's scared shitless on election night.
Election night. Looks like *****.
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald, Donald Trump

Who's got a tie that's long and red?
The Don has a tie that's long and red?
Who pays hookers to *** on beds?
The Don pays hookers to *** on beds.
*** on beds. Long and red.
Election night. Looks like *****.
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald, Donald Trump.

Who's got hands tiny and slight?
The Don has hands tiny and slight.
Who spews lies out day and night?
The Don spews lies out day and night.
Day and night. Tiny and slight.
**** on beds. Long and red.
Election night. Looks like *****.
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald, Donald Trump.

Who's got a vocab small and trite?
The Don has a vocab small and trite.
Who whines Fake News out of spite?
The Don whines Fake News out of spite.
Small and trite. Out of spite.
Day and night. Tiny and slight.
**** on beds. Long and red.
Election night. Looks like *****.
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald, Donald Trump.

Who likes tweeting SAD SAD SAD?
The Don likes tweeting SAD SAD SAD.
Who likes a spanking when he's bad?
The Don likes a spanking when he's bad.
Bad, bad, bad, SAD SAD SAD,
Small and trite. Out of spite.
Day and night. Tiny and slight.
**** on beds. Long and red.
Election night. Looks like *****.
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald, Donald Trump.

How many minions leave today?
So many so far went their way.
Comey, Priebus, Flynn and Bannon,
Tillerson, Spicer, Hope and Ryan.
Leave today. Gone their way.
Bad, bad, bad, SAD SAD SAD,
Small and trite. Out of spite.
Day and night. Tiny and slight.
**** on beds. Long and red.
Election night. Looks like *****.
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald.
Must be Donald, Donald Trump.
Hope you can sing along.
Sung to Raffi's version of "Must Be Santa."
All mafia bosses are called Don.
Others who have jumped or disembarked or been fired are Cohn, Shulken, McMaster, Powell, Scaramucci, McEntee, Porter, Omarosa, Price, Gorka, Dubke, Yates. Yikes!
Mikayla Nov 2015
when i was young and innocent i became so sad because i didn't have an air vent on the ceiling of my room like my parents did.
today i stand with pills on my nightstand and bags under my eyes, but i'm no longer sad about air vents.

i'm sad about the bald spots on my eyebrows where i've pulled and pulled until huge patches of hair are missing and my skin looks angry.

i'm sad around my ultra-conservative parents when political topics come up. do i speak my mind and tell my parents how i feel or do i keep letting them say how awful illegal immigration is?

i'm sad when i look back through old messages and see how much i worshiped the ground you walked on. you abused me and i didn't even know that the way you were talking to me was wrong until a year later when i was laying on my bathroom floor with tears in my eyes and worthlessness in my heart.

i'm sad when i see bottles and bottles of prozac and i know i'll be taking them until i'm 90. i hate that my life is controlled by orange bottles with blue and white pills inside.

i'm sad when i look down at my body and see scars that i put there myself. i had such a dislike for myself that i took blades from pencil sharpeners and razors.

i'm sad when i look at the clock on saturday and it's 3 pm and i've yet to even get out of bed. i don't feel like doing anything but sleeping forever.

i'm sad when i realize the things that make me sad will never be as simple as air vents again.
11/2/16
Ivy Haegan Apr 2018
I want to be mad
I want to be mad but I can’t be mad because it’s not your fault that your life is moving faster than mine
I want to be mad but I can’t because every time I almost get mad and I almost yell and I almost throw something
I’m sad
I’m sad and then it’s hard to move and it’s too hard to yell and it’s hard to do anything but cry
I’m sad because you’re beautiful and I love you and you love me but soon you won’t be mine to love anymore
And that hurts more than it angers me
I still feel like if I love you hard enough then you won’t leave
Even though it’s not true
And when I remember that you’re leaving anyways I try so **** hard to feel angry so that I don’t have to feel sad
I’m still sad
I’m still so sad
So sad that it’s hard to eat
So sad that if I laugh it makes me cry
So sad that it gets hard to breathe
And if only my ******* stove worked I could make some tea with honey and calm down
And if only I could close out my computer tabs so I wouldn’t have to look at the  birthday presents I can’t get you
And if only you weren’t leaving me I wouldn’t have to wish I was angry just so I don’t have to be so, so sad
Renee Mar 2015
It's crazy how soothing
something cold and metal can be
on burning hot palms
and a shaky mind
how much comfort just a necklace gives
it's sad
that this is how I calm

It's sad that when music hits my ears
It doesn't help me anymore...
It's still my escape,
but no longer my peace of mind
I don't think I have a peace of mind anymore,
I think I messed myself up

It's sad that I believe every word
that's said about me
It's sad I can't go out without a jacket often
nor can I walk with my eyes
not watching my feet
drag across linoleum
It's sad my self esteem is non-existent
It's sad that people want to die.
It's sad that sad exists
sad sad showers
since you went away
sad sad showers
falling everyday

the skies shaded
in a gloomy splay
the sun's happiness
no more on display

your leaving
cut deep into my soul
much deeper
than any cavernous hole

our love over
finished and done
our love at end
my world moribund

no solace can I find
for my aching heart
now that you've
torn it apart

sad sad shower
where are the sun's rays
sad sad showers
the showers parlay
Lisa Ann Rakow Mar 2013
As sad as watching them go to college.
As sad as saying your final goodbye.
As sad as watching them leave you alone on Earth.
As sad as giving your daughter away.
As sad as leaving the place you love.
As sad as telling Winter goodbye.
As sad as going to their grave.
As sad as putting your pet to eternal sleep.
As sad as saying hello to Heartbreak Hotel.
As sad as watching Marley and Me.
As sad as watching their plane go high.
As sad as reading this poem.
As sad as you having no more tears.
Is my heart.
ALIEN MOSTLY Apr 2018
Queen of passion
Broken through love
She who gives all
Surely loses it all

Passions burning flame
No other flame may withstand
Burning out
Flame versus flame

Sad socrpio
You let a dull match in
Twig with no spark
Stealing your fire
Dulling her shine

Sad Scorpio, you know
Flame dulled
Stolen fire, a burning rage
Sad scorpio

Broken by a dull stick
Dull stick
Calls you dull

Sad Scorpio
Sad, sad Scorpio
Wishing to burn
She has been robbed

Flame stolen
Flame that once burned
All who challenged

Sad Scorpio
Steal your flame back
No.
You let him burn

He won't reignite your flame
No.
He burns you
Burns you up
Yet you stay, sad Scorpio

Says he is the only one
Who will keep you warm
No.
He burns you

Sad Scorpio
Steal your flane
Let him dwindle
Shine again
Work in progress, bit of a train of thought
jeffrey robin Nov 2013
Sad oh sad this sad day is

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Hard to see you but I know you are

More Eternal than the Stars

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Covered by your ragged Aura

Cornered by your lack of Faith

••
••

(& I?

Once the proud boy

From the Poet Hill

Wander by and talk for a while )

••

Sad oh sad your sad face is

Tear streaked blubber blubbering

About some fanciful pretend lover

Who left you or found you

Oh whatever!


Either way is bout the same

••

Fear of showing lack of Courage

Leaves you oh so vulnerable

Your childhood is stolen

As you are placed

In the limelight with no light



Sad oh sad to see you compromise

With the terror within your mind

And the sad things that you do

To numb yourself  to the awesome pain

Is the devil himself come again

••

Sad oh sad the sad day is

As I simply wander by

Place my gentle gaze upon you

And the torn and ragged Aura

Of your solitary life
Cynthia Aug 2018
Have you heard
of a town called blue?
The reason for the name?
Sure, I can tell you.

So smile, relax
And try not to frown
'Cause the story you'll hear
Is not a happy one.

Picture a city,
An ancient town,
Full of people
Who all look down.

Now picture it blue,
Their clothes, their skin,
Everything they own,
Even the smallest ring!

The roads are blue,
The buildings are blue,
The houses, the cars,
Even the food too!

The sad thing is,
They all look the same,
Their clothes, their hair,
And they all never change.

They had no personality,
They never had much fun,
They were always on edge,
As if something would go wrong.

No imagination
Was the main problem they had.
The reason for this
Was a mayor who was sad.

The town had a history
Of sad, sad mayors
Who make others sad
And sorrow in layers.

Everything was safe
And always sound
But something was changed
When the mayor's son was born.

On a calm spring night,
On the twentieth of May,
Joe was born,
Looking bright as the day.

This was a problem
That the mayor despised
His son had colour
Except for his blue eyes.

He had pale skin
And a pair of pale hands
His hair was blonde
Just like the sand.

So his father trained Joe
To be blue like him
He had to grow up
His patience grew thin.

Day and night
The mayor always tried
His plan did work
At least in his eyes.

Joe's hair remained yellow.
His skin became blue
But his mind never changed
As the mayor thought it would.

In a last attempt,
He locked him in a room,
Told him to grow up
Ever so soon.

So with sadness and sorrow
Joe sat down on his bed
He imagined a life
All in his head.

Then one day,
on a pretty summer night,
Joe escaped
Disappeared in plain sight.

He wanted to see
Outside of his town
Wanted to see
What exactly was going on.

Why were his people
Always so sad?
Always angry,
Or always mad?

He walked and walked
To the edge of his town
Where a wall stood high
Mighty and proud.

He found a small door
That lead outside
He pulled it open
And squirmed at the light.

What he saw,
He couldn't have imagined
For he saw colours
That looked like magic.

He saw red and yellow
With green and white
He saw orange and purple
And black like the night.

He saw trees with specks
Of brown and green,
A bat, a bird
And other small things.

The boy was in wonder
As how could this be?
He wondered if the lack of this
Was why they weren't ever happy.

Then he saw
A shack near a lake,
The walls were ancient
The paint was flaked.

He knocked on the door
One, two, three
A boy opened and said
"Hey! You look like me!

Except for the skin
Or the clothes you wear
I never saw someone
Who could look this sad!"

Joe examined the boy
The boy who talked
He told Joe to come in
And in he walked.

Joe then learned
That his name was Kyle,
And the weird thing on his face
Was called a smile.

Then Joe asked
How Kyle could be so happy
So he said,
"I imagine and then I be!"

Then Kyle asked
Why he was always blue
Then Joe answered,
"If only I knew!

My father, the mayor
is always sad,
He tells me to grow up
And then he gets mad.

He says, 'The real world
Isn't a happy one
You have to learn
Or else you'll fall down'.

Kyle shook his head
"That's not what mother told me
The world isn't sad
It only is if you imagine it to be".

The longer he talked
The more Joe changed
His skin turned pale
And colour he gained.

The moon rose
And the stars all shone
When the lights went out,
Joe knew it was time to go.

So off he went
Saying 'Good bye' to Kyle
And on his face
Was what his friend called a 'smile'.

He told his father
About the things he learned
He told him to imagine
To get the happiness he yearned.

But his father didn't listen
And told him to go
"Learn the real world,
You have to grow".

But Joe wasn't satisfied
His father wasn't happy,
Then he made a new plan
"I have to get them to think like me".

So he went and got a paper
And got out a pen
Then he drew a blue ball,
being thrown by children.

But it wasn't enough
As he saw this every day
So he took out more paper
And began to paint.

He painted a person
But with huge ears and a tail!
He painted a hammer
In the shape of a nail!

He painted a bat
But with butterfly wings!
And painted some other,
Wonderful things.

He climbed up the stairs
Onto the front porch,
And he yelled out aloud
To get the attention of all.

"Listen, all of you!
Pay attention
Take in this lesson
Use imagination.

You can be happy
If you believe to be
You can be you
And I can be me.

The reason we look alike
Is because we can't imagine
So put your mind to use
It'll be like magic.

Think of anything
Your mind can weave
It can be real
If you believe".

And with that
Joe quieted down,
He showed a smile
As he got rid of his frown.

He threw his paintings
Out to them all,
Told them to see
What cou­ld be done.

He looked at the crowd
And saw his friend from the shack
And slowly but surely,
Kyle began to cl­ap.

The others were hesitant
Their thoughts ran wild
"What if th­e mayor's right?
This is only his child!"

A girl stood up
She lo­oked five years old
She joined in with Kyle,
Her claps loud and b­old.

They all looked on
As the girl showed a smile
And one by one
They joined, in a while.

But ­this didn't last
As a voice rang out,
Joe looked behind
To see hi­s father lash out.

"The real world is sad
It's corrupted and mad,
You have to be aware
Or you'll end in despair.

You shouldn'­t imagine,
You shouldn't be different,
You shouldn't be you,
And ­you shouldn't attempt.

If you are different
Then it'll give a re­ason
For enemies to rise,
The cause of treason.

You shouldn't be­lieve
That you could be happy
It will never last
It's what father­ taught me".

The crowd grew quiet,
Hearing the mayor's speech,
Of course they ­can't be happy!
"I shouldn't be me".

His son lost hope
And let h­is thoughts go blue,
His shoulders sagged 
He had a frown too.

Kyle was desperate
And his­ friend needed him
So the coloured boy shouted,
"Don't listen, Jo­e! Or you won't win!".

Remember what I told you!
Remember what y­ou learned!
You have to believe,
To get the things you yearned".
­
Joe shook his thoughts,
He was back on track
So both of them syn­chronized
About what they learned in the shack.

"The world isn't sad! 
It only is if you imagine it to be­!
You can be happy,
You have to believe!

Remember this talk,
Rem­ember this speech,
You can be you
And I can be me.

Think of anyt­hing
Your  mind can weave,
You'll make it real,
If you believe".
­
Joe paused 
And so did Kyle
They both had on
What they called a ­'smile'.

The crowd sighed 
And made their own smiles
They knew t­hey were happy
It would stretch on for miles.

One by one
Their colours changed,
From blue to red
And a bit of Orange.

And all the town 
Was covered i­n hues,
The people were in awe
"Look at me! Look at you!"

And th­at was the day,
People were never the same,
In a town called 'Blu­e'
The reason for the name?

Sure, I can tell you,
And so can they.
It was to remember
This very special day.

It was to remember 
That they were happy again,
All because of two friends
Who weren't afraid o­f a change.
Inspired by Dr.Seuss.
I'm pretty sure no one would take the time to read this but if you do, I'm really thankful :)
Jason Schnepper Feb 2015
It's a sad day
such a sad way
that you had to
say goodbye
as the memories play
the tears fall from my eyes
I will never see your face
I will never hear you laugh
now this cold and empty space
inside me is all I have
lord I feel so betrayed
if I only had another day
to change it all and she
would hear all the words
I need to say
I get on my knees and pray
and ask God why does it
have to be this way
It's a sad day
such a sad way
that you had to
say goodbye
It's a sad day
the rain is steady pouring
i'm drowning in despair
at times I wonder
is there really anybody up there
and if there is do you even care?
it's like I hit a brick wall
I take a step then I fall
I try to pick myself up
I fight and I claw
heading down the wrong path
all I can recall is the demons that I saw
and the nightmare of it all
Lord if you hear me
won't you steer me in the right way
help me see clearly si I live to see another day
I'm stuck in this rut
all I feel is giving up
and many times I told myself
I just don't give a F#ck
every day I struggle just to make it
through these tough times
devil got me blind with evil thoughts
messing with my mind
if cut myself or maybe just put a bullet
in my brain
send up to heaven cause I'm so tired of dealing
with all the pain
It's a sad day
such a sad way
that you had to
say goodbye
It's a sad day
Sometimes I reminisce
when I used to kiss your lips
I feel so heart sick
I drift into the memories
that I miss
when you held me
in your arms I felt so safe
and secure
but now you're gone
the curtain falls
today I took a walk
trying to clear my mind
don't want to talk about it
I just need a little time
it's like looking in the mirror
the reflection of your face
is implanted in my mind
and my soul is an empty space
I don't know where to go
where to turn
I see death and destruction
in this world all around me
nothing is gonna change
always gonna stay the same
the scars always remain
Some days
God I feel so lost
and I'm fighting with my demons
my heart is silent
but inside my head I'm screaming
It's a sad day
such a sad way
that you had to
say goodbye

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