"thught" poems
How?
Tell me
how you want to survive in a world like that
when you´re not even just slightly bad?
You think it´s easy?
You just dream
before you scream.
You cry
before you even try.
Do you remember what you promised?
I thought you were honest.
You accused me of shallowness
but you never thught about my emptiness.
*Being ****** isn´t easy*
But it´s better than feeling crazy.
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 11:28 AM UTC
Were I a whale, cartoon or
otherwise,
I would be for giving as good as I take,
and,
think, subject ob service
auto shifts,
if you know auto, yourself.
think
teeny weeny plankton by the ton
feed
me
as I cruise sans-effort, sans-trep
idation
egone into ideation,
you would be crazy as hello-happys
with no good bye
were you to agree to think with me,
is this your pa
in my belly?
Ambergris, remember this,
some aromas, sweet perfuma, you can't believe, sans
gnose blowing
during the withdrawals from 6 o'clock news
and recovery from Bernays Virii.
Behold how great a matter turns, under your
standing and above
and beyond
all a non-liar can imagine having known for sure. Okeh? Wit'me?
I knew this old guy,
one time talked me into daring
the deed, you know, it's hard
for a whale to
let some mind find time,
he said, in code... ditty dum dum and al,
banging on a bulkhead, starboard side:
LSMFT, once prompted me to choose
Lucky Strike, twen'yficent a pack, straights,
for the knowing announced with a note on a pipe,
the smoking lamp is
lighted, or lit (I forgit). It made a good smoke.
That's a whale of a comprefriendable story,
ex
cite ment to provoke a thought you never thught
possible, with no word
to express,
it past the flow, into the the ****** pool.
Life is a whale of a joke, don't you...
care. Okeh. You read, you'll survive.
If you can swallow a whale,
you can know common sense is unforgot,
get it. And with your getting,
get standing under, like a shower, you understand.
Whale of a feeling, eh?
Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 4:37 PM UTC
When im stood beside you, I know you're really there
Because i see your face lit in the darkest place and then i think of you...
Think of you when i am sad
Think of all the times we spent together
I thught you were my friend
But then you lost me
Or i lost you
You were there for me
I was there for you
We was always there
When we needed it most
But then that day came
And your eyes as red as blood
Came twords me
I was scared
I was terrified
I thught to myself "What?"
Then you stopped and stared
I didn't speak
Because i was afraid
What had i done
What was you going to do
I stood
And sung
And reminded you that you were safe
And you
You told me that you didn't care
You didn't want to talk
You didnt want to be there for me anymore
But alongside all that
I stayed loyal to you
Kind to you
A friend to you
Hoping that someday, you would come back
I guess i wasnt thinking
Because never did you ever come back to me
You just left and watched me walk
And suffer the pain you had caused me
You laughed at me
And took my life from me
Because i was scard
For life
And you did nothin to save me
You hated me
I hated you
You found me
And asked
Why was i sad
I said, because of you
You shut me out
Wouldnt let me in
Locked me out and threw away the key
You didnt relise what you had done to me
But it hurt, a lot
And yet, i always stayed a friend to you
And i always will.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC