| Wow. Well I guess it was just about not feeling like anyone could hear you... there's more to it than that obviously, but I'm tired. |
| Wow. Well I guess it was just about not feeling like anyone could hear you... there's more to it than that obviously, but I'm tired. |
The rabbit and the toasterHurry Hurry, before it's too late,The rabbit and the toaster
the rabbit screamed to the blue china plate.
The wolf is coming, Closer, Closer,
the rabbit shrieked to the unmoving toaster.
You must flee before the noon!
The rabbit whispered to the spoons.
Why don't you run? Why don't you flee?
The toaster asked the rabbit cheekily.
Those wolves you speak of want YOUR meat,
And yet you remain, foolhardy, in your seat!
Why don't your run? Why don't you flee?
Thos
The resistant strain.This resistance, this repression, this defeat, This hoplessness, this constriction, this pain, This deathly sickness that will never retreat From a soul that used to be sane.The resistant strain.
I cannot feel my fingers, the delectable numbness sets in I pray silently for the feelings to fade away As the death of my last hope shrieks and creates this din I cannot feel the world today
The world that let me drown in this
Has no claim upon my sympathy. This lack of feeling some would call remiss And I laugh, and stare on the world that was never there for me, bleakly.
Groundhog dayRepeat, redo, reruns, repeat My life is an endless series of defeats. Repeat, redo, rerun, repeat, The diminishing sound of my heart, beats.Groundhog day
Repeat, redo, reruns, repeat, My life is a continuing stanza of deceit. Repeat, redo, rerun, repeat, The sickening sound of my hearts swift retreat.
Repeat, redo, reruns, repeat, My world is surrounded by those people's conceit. Repeat, redo, rerun, repeat, I can stand tall no longer, for I am browbeat.
Repeat, redo, reruns, repeat, I can feel my consciousness' escape by bystreet. Repeat, redo, rerun,
Bloody TokenMy body shivers as my life's blood drains, These wounds so deep throb in time with my pain. The memories of this betrayal in my mind tear, Against these misconceptions, deceit you do wear.Bloody Token
This blade seeps cold into my brittle bones, As my glazed eyes stare at the vivid red tones, Of my life bleeding out of this hollow shell, That once did contain all of the tortures of hell.
Your words, so sickly sweet, echo in my heart, Now so blackened and bitter, so far apart, From what happiness it once did contain, Now I look upon your face will ill disguised distain.
FuturePrismLike a prism of light I find you hard to capture, So untouchable yet fragile in it’s lonely rapture, The beauty and purity that accompany perfection, Like a cold glass with only a pretty reflection.Prism
A truth on your rose lips hold the power, To destroy and rebuild my ivory tower. Where I hold you close inside, And our two souls, entwined, reside.
| One of my favorite poems ever! ****Disclaimer*************** ***This is NOT MY work !!!!! This poem was authored by Dorothy Parker Frustration: If I had a shiny gun, I could have a world of fun Speeding bullets through the brains Of the folk who give me pains; Or had I some poison gas, I could make the moments pass Bumping off a number of People whom I do not love. But I have no lethal weapon- Thus does Fate our pleasure step on! So they still are quick and well Who should be, by rights, in hell. Dorothy Parker |
This poem is by DOROTHY PARKER. NOT me.
Depressed
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"Big Honkin' Space guns."
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Benki özlemlerden bir ömrü yendim,
Her zalim geceden Safak dilendim,
Sevdamla biledim kendimi kendim,
Kör biçagim kesmez bu yastan sonra.
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(\_/) copy the bunny
(0.o) into you're sign
'(__)' help him achieve world domination!
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The less a man makes declarative statements the less apt that he will look foolish in retrospect.
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