"wendsday" poems
**** Day is the very best day of the week,
at least, if fun is what you seek.
It's the day where camels come out to play,
so let's all give a cheer for **** day!
But there is one evil that lurks within.
It smells alot worse than a trash bin.
It is a day where everything is gray,
it is called Over the **** Day!
Wendsday, ah Wendsday, the nick name of humps,
you make us not feel not at all in the lumps.
But Thursday, the nick of the core of all evil'll,
destroy you and claw you and eat you yes he will.
So let's all give a cheer for **** Day, why not,
even if it's on the day that we hate alot!
**** Day is great, and that's just so true,
so join the fun on **** Day, if I can do it, so can you!
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 9:43 AM UTC
SILENCE THA VOICES
written: july 8th,09 wendsday
breaking all tha glass
forgetting all tha terror
everything feels better when i can't remember
you
forgetting the pain is impossible
the more i try
the more i **** my soul
the more i **** myself
it's to late for help
these 4 white walls
reflect my insanity
torture my mind by locking me behind with these voices
that whisper me lies
and i cry
because i know their right
then these walls turn to glass
and everyone can see me destroyed
no more secrets to protect myself from the noise
and you look into my eyes
and i scream with the voices that's mine
no where to hide
i can't take the exposure
i can never have closeur
this has to be over
silence tha voices
silence tha voices
silence tha noises
i love you
breaking all tha glass
forgetting all tha terror
everything feels better when i can't remember
you
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 12:39 AM UTC
every Monday my brain doesn't work right
every Tuesday I curse out loud
every Wendsday it becomes a bit better
every Thursday I count the hours
every Friday I can't wait
every Saturday I relax
Every Sunday I say I hate school even more this week than I did last week
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 11:48 AM UTC