I know how you feel! I write poems sometimes too...
No one understands my sorrow Deep as the bottom of a soup can A soup can where I hide my feelings. I reach into my soup can To share my emotions with you.
I sit alone outside in the dark The wind whispers, quiet. Saying: "I just cut one." And I know it was just for me.
That my loneliness overwhelms That the cat is drunk And thus the swirling vortex of my mind is in disarray
These things I feel I feel so strongly in the part of me where my feelings are
And when I feel as strongly as I am feeling now, There is but one path for me to follow And it leads to a place Where not even the most flagrant of shoop da whoops can reach me
Wow all this poetry is deep. And has inspired me to write one as well.
Improv.: Begin: Every day I sit on my ass. Watching time fly by. I wonder where it goes, as it escapes my grasps of desperation. I cry. I feel the cold caress of death. Explosions of emotion, send me away. Via a sweet ass boat. Alas, there is no adventure over the horizon. Only Doom. Only Sadness. And poop. fin.
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No one understands my sorrow
Deep as the bottom of a soup can
A soup can where I hide my feelings.
I reach into my soup can
To share my emotions with you.
I sit alone outside in the dark
The wind whispers, quiet.
Saying: "I just cut one."
And I know
it
was
just
for
me.
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As the melancholy tears of my sorrow
Fall down the pale and fleshy Slip-and-Slide of my face
I ponder Why?
Why? In this cold and dismal o'clock
Does my soul yet yearn for the love of my fellows
As Icarus yearned for snacks
In the quiet days of long ago
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I hide from the cruel world
I hope to be cracked open and exposed
For what I really am:
Nutty goodness.
True life?
Or loneliness?
I choose Buzz Lightyear.
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That the cat is drunk
And thus the swirling vortex of my mind is in disarray
These things I feel
I feel so strongly in the part of me where my feelings are
And when I feel as strongly as I am feeling now,
There is but one path for me to follow
And it leads to a place
Where not even the most flagrant of shoop da whoops can reach me
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a lie a tell
don't shout or yell
just go along with it
and it will increase the cardinality of your wit.
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The tawny stillness of the afternoon
Beseeches me, as a squirrel set aflame
As it runs and jumps through the foliage
And my tears put out that flame
But it is too late, the squirrel is dead
As this fleeting afternoon has past
So I put both in my mouth, and taste
The bitterness of life
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even my books
cried out "You suck"
as I wept upon their pages
soaking with misery
the words bleeding with pain
I pulled my flesh across their edge
the paper cut, making me whole
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In the morning,
My sorrow clings to me, Sticky
I have stepped in some cat vomit
The ocean of feelings
Sends a tsunami my way
And I am overcome
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Improv.:
Begin:
Every day I sit on my ass.
Watching time fly by.
I wonder where it goes,
as it escapes my grasps of desperation.
I cry.
I feel the cold caress of death.
Explosions of emotion, send me away.
Via a sweet ass boat.
Alas, there is no adventure over the horizon. Only Doom. Only Sadness.
And poop.
fin.
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