Years ago my brother had,
between his legs, a blister.
He tried to pop it with a knife
and now I have a sister.
as the rain fell down.As the rain fell down
I felt it cleansing my soul.
Washing over my frown
That the laughs couldn't console.
Like a cool summer breeze
The water felt so pure.
For my disease,
the rain is the cure.
50 words.It's dark and raining as I'm sitting at the traffic lights, waiting for them to change.
A song I like comes on the radio so I turn it up louder. Too loud.
I can't hear the screams telling me to watch out for the car that hits me from behind.
Milk flavoured jelly beansNot being able to say
What I truly feel
Although I seem like I've lost my way
I won't need much time to heal
My heart is like a piece of debris,
Battered and worn, I'm a terrible host.
It's the scars you don't see
That torment me the most.
That bitch can die
Or I'll go first
You can't run with a knife in your thigh
Yeah... make her live with my curse.
But people don't care about others
They only worry about themselves.
Why would anyone bother my mother
About my state of mental health?
OppositesAlthough I am quiet
you're loud and bombastic.
I choose to use recyclable bags,
you prefer to use plastic
I'd enjoy a quiet night in
You want to go to a concert.
I cringe at the mere thought of pain,
you don't mind when you're hurt
If something is impossible,
you do it with ease.
When I would say "thank you",
you always say "please"
I may not know much
but I know this for a fact:
It is truly intriguing
how opposites attract.
Let the dark embrace me..."Let the dark embrace me,"
I say as you cry.
This phase will not erase me
From in front of your eyes.
My heart is still beating
but there's not long to go.
Life and death competing
to get me to go.
Your tears mix
and merge with my blood
like water and dirt
both mix to make mud.
It's not an eclipse
but the light is becoming shy.
"Let the dark embrace me,"
I say as I die...
InsomniaGrey dawn through the window slithering
Brain recycling, maundering, blithering
Craving oblivion, stubbornly dithering
Clock-face blurs... hope now withering.
Care PackageTo wish you happy birthday, friend
I stuffed an envelope to send
With in-jokes, hugs, a kiss or two,
The things that I adore in you.
The songs we share and sing aloud,
The compliments that made me proud,
The times you’ve made me laugh and cry,
The way the hours with you sail by,
The conversations late at night,
The wonders that we jointly write
In escalating inspiration
And joy in our collaboration…
Adventures that we daydream of,
Understanding, trust, and love.
Alas, but I was doomed to fail —
It simply got too large to mail!
Layla grimaced when she heard the sound of the large dog lapping up water from its water bowl in the kitchen. She still wasn’t sure why in the whole world Rage would have stolen the ugly mutt at all, let alone brings it to the base they were forced to be living in now. They already had 2 of them if she counted Zolo as a pet along with Chain, the Tentacle beast. Not only was Ruby Red, as Rage called her, big, she had a nasty habit of drooling great big globs of spittle.
Shivering at the thought of that, Layla focused back on her work out. Though the base hasn’t been used for some time, it still had most of the furniture, as well as, workout equipment that was still useable. She was using a box to do leg lifts, when the door to the gym opened up and Rage walked in and looked over at her.
“Hey Layla, how’s the workout going?” He said as her pulled up a chair beside her. Layla made a face as he did, but ignored him and continued to use the box and lift
Old Mule and the MermaidOnce upon a time, there lived an old Mule
down by the dA sea in a bamboo shack
on the beach under the coconut trees.
He and his old Cats were enjoying
their golden years wild and free
as their old bones would let them.
Eating and sleeping away their days
in sweet lethargy.
Come sunset old Mule would go out on his dock
and fish for comments and rhymes for his Cats.
Watching the changeable moon and circling stars
he would listen to the wind and the waves.
Some nights were all too quiet with no bites at all,
the shy nibblers stealthily stealing his bait,
he would just sit and dream.
Other nights the comments were jumping
right on to the dock. There would be buckets
full of rhymes for his old Cats!
And on special nights by the light of the moon
mermaids would swim by and sing him songs
about treasures in the depths of the dA sea.
Flirtatious creatures they were,
trying to lure him in and steal away his catch.
But old Mule was wiser than that,
his ancestor once knew the Queen of Faeries!
Drunk Poem No. 1 Stupid Little GrasshopperStupid little grasshopper
Jumpin’ through the grass
You better get out the way
Or Imma step on yo ass
Stupid little grasshopper
You think you so fly
But I’d be damned if I let you jump that high
Stupid little grasshopper
You ain’t cool
You better slow down you jumpin’ fool