Originally posted by justjakk
I sit to write poetry, i come up with strife.
Couldn't make a rhyme to save my life.
Then turn to the side and see a knife
held my axe-muderer of a ex-wife.I'm not married, so don't take me wrong.
I see the future. I'll write it in a song.
Till the chorus is full and long.
On Apolo, i should get the gong.Humorus lyrics for you i write.
Til i give up my plagerous rights.
And stop to turn out the light
so i can howl at the moon at night.You would say that i'm half-baked.
Cracked from the morn i've waked.
Bad grammar for heaven sake.
My own critisism, i'll take.Why should i stop and let you leave?
My taylor hasn't himmed my sleive.
I don't know how to spell sleive.
Im being economic, not writing on loose leaf.So i will say to all boys and girls.
Who really want to save the world.
And have all my evil planns unfurled.
Drop a house on me, make my feet upcurled.Read all this and be amazed.
Of how a young man so crazed.
Can rhyme alot yet says.
He hasn't rhymed a thing in days.(No title, just wrote now cause i was bored.)
clapping Oh, bravo darling.... I certainly missed you 😉
Stop the music, the contest winner is hitting the stage
to trip over a banana peal and fill the cage
turn the next loose leaf and money makin scheme
and stop to listen while i sing my theme
song
feelin mello all my fellows. Greats from the down low
from the insane sociaety, where best it flows
and then the front lawn, my grass, it grows
i eat from the table D O double G knows
free rolls can opener for my speghetti Os
lets me out of my closet, its getting dark
gas from the rectum, inspect um' i'm bout to part
like the water from the red sea and noahs ole' ark
diggin it deap and with my journey embark
on the greatest voyage you've ever been so far
makin my millions in negative quites
my shoe laces untied and my glasses are broke
green tea just for me gensingin' the notes
turnin' on the TV for some murder she wrote
and then we turn down the sound for another lost hope
my cage is closing, did you hear the bell ring?
like the "Saved By" class passing Gs on their strings
intrumental is what i'm meaning, no dont make me sing
like the 3 tenors, true horrow i'd bring.
can you think of a more horrible thing?
watch the house fall
My first attempt...for Syren...my love...
Have I ever told you
that if I sit really still and silent,
sometimes, I like to think
I can hear your heart beating
in time with mine?
Have I ever told you
that when I watch you speak to me
through lines and cords,
and bytes and ram,
I imagine
your voice,
whispering into my ear?
Have I ever told you
that I wait out each day
in anticipation,
wanting
only an hour or two,
just a second in space and time,
to feel close to you?
Have I ever told you
that there has been times,
when I ached for you,
ached for you so badly,
that the emotions overwhelmed me..
and so I sat and cried?
Have I ever told you
that sometimes,
I will reach out,
touching your name
on this cold screen before me,
wishing
I could reach in
and pull you to me?
Have I ever told you
that after the first time I heard
the sound of your voice,
thousands of miles away,
I sat up all night,
turning the conversation over and over
in my mind,
examining it,
like some newly discovered species of flower?
Have I ever told you
that I would give everything up,
just for one night
to be able to lay near you,
to feel your chest rise and fall
with each breath you take,
just to know that you are real?
Have I ever told you
that I dream of you often,
I dream of you reaching out
and touching my hand,
simply to let me know
that you are there,
and everything is okay?
Have I ever told you,
have I still yet to tell you . . .
that I love you?