words are in my head. just cant put them together
like my brain farted when i tried to and i felt under the weather
a little sickness that im missing
someone that i should be kissin
cant take for granted what you dont have
cant forget what wasnt there
lost oppurtunities what i have
situations never formed
shortened sentences taking place of
paragraphs i should have had
makes me wonder all the time
should this peom really rhyme
probably does but i never notice
and all the words flow from my head
stand up sit down, come in get out.
pas out wake up, large glass or plastic cup.
tons a money or sex appeal, all fake or just real.
real work or none at all, small mind or big ball.
do it or not, bring it or not, say what you got, stone cold or red hot.
in the end you gotta choose, will you win or will you loose?
be one way or another, cant have both my wayward brother.
cause either you with me or you're nothing at all.
which will you choose? you make the call.
Originally posted by justjakk
stand up sit down, come in get out.
pas out wake up, large glass or plastic cup.
tons a money or sex appeal, all fake or just real.
real work or none at all, small mind or big ball.
do it or not, bring it or not, say what you got, stone cold or red hot.in the end you gotta choose, will you win or will you loose?
be one way or another, cant have both my wayward brother.
cause either you with me or you're nothing at all.
which will you choose? you make the call.
Kickass!
i was mused by OU to do this. it may cause others to look differently at me. but, the way i look at it is, it has happened before.
thoughts abound around and round
they sing me melodies to tease and taunt
throughout this house that is my haunt
from whence i came and ever stay
i hear myself quite differently not
not "now" but "not" which is quite same
familiar as i remember my name
and i keep it til i find the death
i walk not crooked but straight and wild
i know that this is quite obsurd
and i don't trust my very word
i bounce from off the rubber walls
i edit now tis true no lies
no fibs i tell in white coat tied
abound my sleaves my mouth is wide
my lip is flipped by my index finger now.
i bounce into this lyric. its just a lovely melody
the second verse i write for i cannot seem to let it be
misfit or not i cannot think straight for i do have no brain
all tied up with nowhere to go you see they all say im insane
this is all i can think of at the moment...i may add more to this....just thought it sounded fun
Originally posted by justjakk
i was mused by OU to do this. it may cause others to look differently at me. but, the way i look at it is, it has happened before.thoughts abound around and round
they sing me melodies to tease and taunt
throughout this house that is my haunt
from whence i came and ever stayi hear myself quite differently not
not "now" but "not" which is quite same
familiar as i remember my name
and i keep it til i find the deathi walk not crooked but straight and wild
i know that this is quite obsurd
and i don't trust my very word
i bounce from off the rubber wallsi edit now tis true no lies
no fibs i tell in white coat tied
abound my sleaves my mouth is wide
my lip is flipped by my index finger now.
yanno, i think i should just edit the whole thing.......or at least one line...
thoughts abound around and round
they sing me melodies to tease and taunt
throughout this house that is my haunt
from whence i came and ever stay
i hear myself quite differently not
not "now" but "not" which is quite same
familiar as i remember my name
and i keep it til i find the death
i walk not crooked but straight and wild
i know that this is quite obsurd
and i don't trust my very word
i bounce from off the rubber walls
i end now tis true no lies
no fibs i tell in white coat tied
abound my sleaves my mouth is wide
my lips flipped by my finger now.
there, now i feel better about it.
when the sun is shinning no clouds around
why does it seem that my face still gets wet
oftentimes i fin myself going with the flow
but then i hit my breaks cause im stuck in the traffic
hmanity is insaity and im wasting my time
big ben is ticking along but what hour is it?
im still in solitary confinement everyone around
cant move without bumping into someone nowadays
i guess its just the way i see it, or i cant see at all
take the blind fold off its getting a little dark
did i say dark? i meant light. cause im the normal one here
your not listening to poetry. your listening to mind taunts
this isnt a quick lymerick, it the diary of someone twisted
i fought myself yesterday, i dont even know who won
i hate being with me. im paranoid schitzophrenic
im afraid one day, i may kill myself again.