MAD
I'm mad. I'm mad. Can't express myself right. I'm mad. I'm mad. So with myself I'll fight. I'm mad. I'm mad. Don't know what to do. I'm mad. I'm mad. I can't think things through. I'm mad. I'm mad.
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I'm mad. I'm mad. Can't express myself right. I'm mad. I'm mad. So with myself I'll fight. I'm mad. I'm mad. Don't know what to do. I'm mad. I'm mad. I can't think things through. I'm mad. I'm mad.
A brigther day. The sun has appeared. A smile on my face. Depression disappears. A brigther day. My minds become clear. Smooth once more. Like a table top veneer. A brighter day. Fun's on the menu.
They know when you're happy They know when you're sad They know when you're joyful Or just feeling mad They also know when you have carrots..
Hallowe'en is by far the scariest time I've ever seen. Some may be a vampire Or maybe mummy But there's always a grumble in my tummy.
#poem @blacknova This is my competion entry So here we are again In this exact scene My life just seems a buse And everything is a whizz Can it happen in a bliz What would happen if you tizzed. Enjoy.
Roses are red My name is Dave This poem makes no sense Microwave.
Shields up gameface on I'm made of Teflon Can't be destroyed by conventional methods I keep on getting strong.
My little brother, He's like no other, Always got his nose in trouble, His favourite thing is lipstick, And he gives a good kick, But who am I to burst his bubble.
It's simple frog and me,. We are a pair like jam and tea,. Always together on each others backs,. Through thick and thin, fights or attacks,. Frog and me we are a bunch,.
It is typical jimmy and me,. I sometimes date his brother lee,. It's not lees fault he's smoking hot or makes cute girls stand on spot,. Blooming typical jimmy and me,.
Children playing, tree leaves swaying, trampling on the great green grass. Sunshine beaming, children gleaming, sitting on the great green grass.
The soft crunchy snow underneath my feet. My heart so loud you could hear it beat. Through the air snowballs fly. As more snow sprinkles from the sky. The snowmen stare and smile at you.
The Big Bang Theory Atoms collide Science on a mission To analyze and define The Hadron Collider Deep underground Throwing beams of particles Around and around Higgs Boson God's in disguise.
Stuck in a circle Times an impasse Endless non opportunity I ask myself How long, when will it pass.
I feel what, I feel like keeping the lid to my emotions shut. What do I feel, I feel like leaving on the seal. I feel what, When I talk to you. I feel like I'm torn in two.
The wise old oak is tall and wise, Weeping Willow, she cries and cries, Baby trees don't eat their greens, And Pine trees are just sly and mean.
Will we ever... Learn to love. Will we ever, Learn not to hate. Will we ever become a dove, And fly off the Empire State. Will we ever, Learn to care. Will we ever, Learn to wait.
Turing around seeing just you Trying to deny that this is true I go in my room,I lock the door I think and I don't think anymore I get a rope and tie to my fan My heart beats as if I just ran I...
Yes, I can remember it like it was yesterday, Your lips touching mine and no one in harms way. The world stood still and our hearts thudded loudly, The day I felt love arise from inside me.
Blood blood everywhere. It's happened again to my despair. Most of it is my own. Everyone I loved now's festering bone. My face is covered with bruises and tears.
She was plastic fantastic. Loved floating in the sea. Theres no chance of drowning. With her 38DD's. She had lips like bee stings. And eyes like a cat. There's no chance of wrinkles.
Just one girl against the world. Just one girl must win the war. Just one girl Must fight like she never has before. Just one girl can never cry. Just one girl must live to die.
The slip of tongue. Breath held back. Gasp. To speak. Your. Sorrow. hold back the tears. till tomorrow. Ripples of pure motive for her world to collapse. Smash. Fall. Break down. To tears.
The window is steamy with vapour. From the night before. I see one trailing down, slowly. Clear, Crystal, Pure. I draw some figures on this window. But there is no room for more.