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...
The birthday poem of fabulousnessWho's the bro of bros?
Says bros before hoes?
Makes us laugh 'til we die
Who's the number one?
(my anaconda don't)
That son of a gun
(my anaconda don't)
Always a barrel of fun
(my anaconda don't want none)
Can't be outdone
(unless you got buns hun)
Octodad is a Dadliest Catch
Pewds and Marzia are a perfect match
When Octodad goes on a date
It's a total disaster, mate
Unstoppable just like Delsin Rowe
That's our Poods, the number one bro
Don't deny he's an ace
Unless you'd like a brofist in the face
P to the E to the W to the D to the S
It's Pewds, the master of ducks
Red bird secret, everyone knows that place, right?
That's what I thought, so don't pick a fight
Happy birthday to you now, Pewds
and thanks for always making me smile
Was my day bad or good,
you're always worth my while
You're always there for us
and we'll be there for you
That, if something, is true
Easily scared and yet so amusing,
we love you, Pewds, don't change a thing
A Guide to Falling Downstairs1.
Wear fuzzy socks.
Traction is out of style,
but comfort is in,
so slip with cozy feet.
Try to choose a step
about halfway down
to ensure your fall is legitimate.
for maximum impact
and to avoid killing yourself.
This allows for choice
swear utterance at maximum volume,
as your body will not
be in the way,
If the wind is knocked out of you,
garbled choking noises
will suffice in a pinch.
Hit each stair on the way down.
It makes a pleasant percussive rhythm
that will be the only enjoyable part
of your journey.
This also ensures that
you will have a body-length bruise
to complain about.
Once at the bottom,
remain motionless for a while.
This give you time to reflect
on your relationship with gravity
and ask yourself
"What the hell just happened?
Did I break anything?"
Look for sympathy from bystanders,
realize closest bystanders are dogs
and they are more interested in dinner
that your mother is serving.
Accept help up.
Contemplate possibly broken
Funny Halloween (Attention: Black Humour/Satire)!Lightning sparkle through the night.
The wind is howling – hissing and crashing.
Bones rise from the graves.
Who wants can cook a little soup.
Dracula and Frankenstein
Break into the blood bank
And swallow a burgundy,
A witch is flying around the house.
She looks like the mother-in-law.
Three black ravens afterwards -
Since that time I do not drink anymore.
Two zombies behind the mortuary
Pull out a dead,
Break open his chest,
Smear ketchup on top of it.
From an old filing cabinet
Comes a terrible stench.
It is a civil servant in decomposition.
We wish a soon recovery.
In deep cellars and archives,
Where until now the rats were sleeping,
An executioner teases a nun.
What a joy! What delight!
The poor souls lament loudly.
A devil is sitting in the sauerkraut.
The fermentation is interrupted now
Because he has smelled of sulphur.
Young and old scorch in the fire.
The fear flows out of all pores.
Moaning prevails and great agony -
And for that you have to pay admiss
The Boob PoemBoobs make running painful
Boobs make comfort rare.
Boobs make shopping difficult
Boobs make perverts stare.
Boobs gave birth to push up bras
Boobs will weigh you down.
Boobs are such a nuisance
Boobs tend to bounce around
Boobs are very awkward
Boobs give little luck.
Boobs get so much hate these days
Well, that's because they suck.
A crappy poem for not crappy people =DForgive the tears
That streak my face
For it will take years
To mend the place
You all have in my heart
For it's impossible to part.
From the lunch table at the start
To the hallway in the end
But c'mon now lets not start a trend
This ISNT the end.
The clan will live on forever
In our hearts
we will always be friends
The tree of the Traz
The man named Henry
The obsession for cats
Being overly friendly
The Bike Guy's bikes
The Shoe Man's van
The Bike Guys coming
Kids, bike as fast as you can!
That one thief at Starbucks
Or that dude in the alley
He tried to get in my car
Crap, the car is tipping, his fat will be my fatality!
We built a website
It quickly turned sour
But if you think about it, it brought us together
And together we stay in our final hour
So many jokes and experiences
I have made with all of you
Those times were the best, so lets make some more
I PROMISE I will see you all soon
Those drawings at lunch?
That shiz was hilarious!
The immature concepts and derp f
The Sample SnatcherYou go in with just one mission
Get in, get out
Grab what you need
And you’re done
But then you see it
There at the end of the aisle
A little red booth
With the woman serving
There’s a crowd this time
She pulls the tray from the oven
There are only a few pieces
You spot the one you want
You scout out your competition
There’s the tall skinny one,
He was at the last booth
And the little kid, too
The chubby one comes running
As fast as he can
He swipes that little sample
Right from your reach
He runs away
Laughing all the way
With his little snack,
You watch him go
And think to yourself
Next time, sample snatcher
Because I know you’ll be there
Waiting to pounce
On someone else’s midday snack
But not on my watch
I’ll be there first next time
And then I will be
the sample snatcher,
snatching right from your reach
The Science TestIn order to study for the test.
Talking to yourself is probably best.
Although people might think you're crazy.
It's better than being lazy.
Ask yourself how or why.
So on he test you can supply.
Repeat these questions to your cat.
So you know your answers are exact.
Repeat them again to your mom.
So you know that you won't be wrong.
For the test you'll need to know phase change.
And that the temperature stays the same.
In order to study for the test.
Talking to yourself is probably best.
Another poem based off the crazy things that go on in Science class.
The Never Ending QuestI’ve searched high, and I’ve searched low.
From all the intricacies of the bustling city
throughout the vast wide open spaces of the countryside.
I have crossed oceans and climbed mountain tops
so far up- I high-fived a cloud.
Like a concerned mother
scouring the grocery store for her lost child;
Here I am searching for my one beloved.
What lies beyond the farthest star?
It must be what I seek.
Within the curvy valley,
or somewhere near the twin peaks?
I must complete my quest.
Like the gilded hero,
I will not rest day or night
until I can find my captured princess.
The dancing animals that hung above my crib
were just out of my reach.
They sang a beautiful lullaby
as they paraded in a merry go round of joy.
Such is what I desire, a beauty just beyond my reach,
ballet dancing in the gallery of my thoughts
to The Carnival of Animals that played above my crib.
Fond memories are but plastic bags in the wind
compared to the real thing.
What I seek I once had, but lost.