"weard" poems
Many leaves have fallen
Where we live here on the wood
It seems those leaves are calling
We would answer them if we could.
For we are like those leaves
That wither and they die
Our lives can be compared to seeds
We are mortal you and I.
We all are like the seasons
They come and then they go
Then there are many reasons
One day we all will know.
There really are many mysterious
Some strange some weard some good
Within this small community
Called the woodland Neighbourhood.
So let us all remember
When we see those fallen leaves
From spring until September
The answers are within the trees.
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 2:32 PM UTC
I am weird
Born weird
Since the first breath
Since the first blink
I knew it.
I felt it.
I was… weird.
And with the weirdness
Came the pain
The pain of knowing
The pain of self conscious
The pain of being... weard
And in that pain
A cold, cruel hope—
To change.
Change.
Change…
…
Impossible.
Change.
Apr 29, 2025
Apr 29, 2025 at 9:01 PM UTC
Out of Nothing;
She Appeard;
Am I Loving?;
Feels Weard;
~
Weard but Awesome;
I can't Explain;
She's Handsome;
Am I Plain?;
~
I am Dreaming;
That's not Possible;
With her Charming;
She's Blindable;
~
Too much Sand;
To my Truck;
In this Land;
I just ****
~
Feeling her Smile;
Drives me Crazy;
From a Mile;
Makes me Cozy;
~
**** and Tall;
She's a Witch;
I'll Brawll ;
And make her Rich;
~
She's my N;
Will be Forever;
I have a Plan;
I'll Fail? Never!;
~
With her Ego;
Being very High;
We dance Tango;
Until we Die;
~
She needs Time;
I'm not Wrong;
You'll be Mine;
For so Long;
~
In the End;
We will Thrive;
She's my Friend;
And we Revive.;
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 11:35 PM UTC