Should I??
Should I write a poem??
Should I write a song??
How about a story??
Nah, its been too long.
Should I do a dance??
Should I wiggle while I walk??
I'll go find some friends,
with whom I can talk.
What should I do??
I'm too bored for you,
Go away.
My name is Strange
Always, my friends call me strange.
I am proud and thank them.
Strange is a good thing.
If you think not, then you are one of them.
Wierdness is a state of mind,
It is the state that I am in.
I wish to pass it on.
Hopefully, to my next of kin.
I like to be myself.
I am not afraid.
Stephen King is strange.
See how much he gets paid??
The truth is out there,
It has been surreal.
Just smile and nod,
Floss after every meal.
My Pumpkin Fell
I woke up today, and found my pumpkin fell.
While on the bus I found I couldn't go trick or treating.
I was soon to find that the day would all turn to hell.
A guy said I was "Somewhat!!" of a friend, after one year of meeting.
Of leaving my purse and its contents on the buss I did tell,
My friend, wo forgot her picture again.
The worse day ever, this halloween has been.
And oh, my pumpkin fell, my pumpkin fell.
I shot wrost then I ever did at practice.
I could have screamed, my day was filled with such madness.
My mom came at 4:45 when 4:15 she did tell.
Oh, and, my pumpkin fell, my pumpkin fell.
Got home late, and had much homework to tend.
Never finished my letter, so it I could not send.
Was helping with dinner, but had to answer the bell.
Oh, did I mention that my pumpkin fell??
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Mortas Beware;
Do not enter here,
unless you care,
to so kindly share,
your life in this park,
in the all consuming dark.
My words you will mark.
My bite is worse than my bark.
F*cking Visions
A light,
so bright,
it fades away.
A knife,
crimson red,
the pain.
Darkness.
Life fades away.
She's dead,
too late.
F*cking visions.
I Can'da Brea'da
Cough, Cough.
Sniffle, Sniffle.
Scratch and sneeze.
I need to end the pain.
Let me breathe please.
Cough, Cough.
Sniffle, Sniffle.
Scratch and blow.
What'd I do for this??
Why won't this virus go??
Cough, Cough.
Sniffle, Sniffle.
Sneeze and drip.
The medicine I can't choke down.
Thera-flu? I gag on half a sip.
Cough, Cough.
Sniffle, Sniffle.
Let it fly.
My head is going to explode.
I think I'd rather die.
The Bus Ride
Bump Bump; Bump Bump.
What was that disconcerting sound??
The curb??
Oh well, thats not profound.
Bump Thump; Bump Thump.
Now what was that sound??
The eery old hitch-hiker, who's sign said "westbound"??
Oh my!!
He's caught in the wheels.
See how he goes round??
Thump Bump; Thump Bump.
We're dragging the corpse.
There's blood where he's been.
There goes a red lyte.
Someone wake Charlie, he's sleeping again!!
Oh, how I am glad,
To get home alive.
I only wish,
Our chances were better than one out of five.
Pyromania
The Lighter
So smooth and slick
the light it gleens
the coldness of the metal
the heat it contains
set it free!
The Flame
it dances and wavers
it shines and shimmers
the heat. . . ooh, the heat
the intense burn it elicits
The Burn
i bite my lip
the sensation is intense
the feeling! the burning!
inside and out
the pleasure! the pain!
the fire is there
it shines in my eyes
the relief
Paradoxical Me
The more she pouts,
The happier she gets,
The more she doubts,
The more sure she becomes,
She lives for death,
But will die for life.
Relaxes in apathy,
But plays with strife.
She'll fight water with fire,
And the sun with the moon.
She's a marvoulous liar,
But speaks only truth.
She's too proud to back down,
But too humble to aruge.
too sad to frown,
But to happy to smile.
So my blind friend,
Can you not see,
The wonders, but curses,
That are the paradoxical me.
A Happy Poem
I want to write a happy poem
This is the happiest poem I know.
so, I will use happy words
Words like the happy bird and snow
This poem is meant to be uplifting,
I hope this poem uplifts you.
Its hard to write poems upliftily,
You'd not be uplifted if you only knew.
Joy is my objective,
I'll fill the world with joy.
I find joy in the darkest shadows.
To spread joy I must be coy.
The happy birds are chirping,
While flowers are in bloom.
Kittens prowl the open fields.
The unibombers bombs no longer boom.
I love to read in sunshine,
I love to walk by moon.
The happiest thing its Friday,
And school will be out soon
To Be A Clock
Here I sit upon the mantle,
Next to me there burns a candle,
I watch the erotic dance of the flame,
The power it holds I wish to contain.
So I face the world from up on yhe mantel,
From my vantage the view is quite ample,
The lives of many I do see,
As they spend it with friends and family.
But I stay here on my mantal,
Watching the flicker of the candel,
How sad it is to be a clock,
My only friends are Tick and Tock.
Reality
The trolls live in the walls,
working with shrinks in a devious consperiously.
This is reality
The FBI is tracing my calls,
the aliens I see, you think are pure lunacy,
But this too, is reality
A ghost haunts my room,
whispering unheard words, as I close my eyes to sleep.
This is reality
Monsters, in shadows do loom,
Vampyres, Warlocks, and fairies, are part of my world so deep.
this too is reality
Dead dogs come for revenge,
A finger scratches in my bathroom sink
This is reality
Ghosts, their lives, will avenge
Comfort, Love, and affection, is found through terror and pain.
This too is reality.
someone will love me.
my future as an author will bring me happiness.
this is reality
In my world dreams are reality,
and waking life is a cruel joke absent of bliss.
but thiss too is reality
As I Walk The Halls Of Hell
As I walk the halls of hell,
Wading through the waves of zombies,
Being Herded like cattle down the isles.
I see no friendly faces looking for me.
Just a bunch of vacant stares.
I hesitate to go through one of the doors.
Knowing Beelzerbub will be what I see.
I must beware, this evil creature beguiles,
But has torture for us up to his knees.
Oh the horror, Im late, there's the bell.
In Hell Again
So here I am once again
Walking the halls of hell.
And yet I wonder my friend,
What am I here to tell?
Mayhap a story of loneliness.
And who would listen?
In hell there's only absent bliss,
Tears make my gray eyes glisten.
Oh how I do long for death,
Yet I am already dead.
Sure, my lungs still move with breathe
But my soul's been laid to bed.
My strength is slowly dwindling,
By the vacant glares of zombies.
The fire all around burns with fresh kindling
My sanity is endangered by the one who has the keys
Satan rules this land.
working us to extreme.
Never ceasing since he began.
If I dont rest soon I'll scream.
I cant stay her long,
But they give a mighty bounty
The unfairness of it all,
this is the hell that is Pueblo County
A Witch Without A Familiar
Like a kat without a tail,
A leaf without a tree,
A familiar without a witch,
Is like a you without a me.
Like a witch has her powers,
The familiar has his too.
The witch without a familar,
Is like a me without a you.
Apart we are useless,
Our powers of the soul,
Must bind with each other,
Together we are whole.
So my feline friend,
Open your eyes and see,
That I need you, my dear,
As much as you need me.