yummy banana, tasty banana.
eat 10,000 at once, die.
yummy banan, testy banarn.
heving srokke.
heel pme.
10,000 bannn kil u frm pot as yum.
skadoosh!
Why can't I ever find happiness
Is that too much for me to ask
Happiness seems to elude me
It's in depression where I bask
I believe my emotions all left
There is nothing that I can feel
I'm stuck with this numbness
With it I'm trying to learn to deal
Why am I forced to live this way
With a life that's well below par
With each day that passes me by
My heart gains another scar
Why is it for me any happiness
It's always just out of my reach
Depression built a wall around me
That happiness is unable to breach
Someone tell me what I'm to do
With this waste of a life that I live
I've tried everything known to man
I have nothing else im able to give
I'm so tired of searching for answers
There's none available that I see
I truly believe I'd be more well to do
If I were to end it and no longer be
I'm too tired to keep on fighting
The same drawn out fight
With my life is finally over
It will be my life's only Delight
It began at midnight...a slow, steady, drip!
Taunting me, haunting me, testing my patience.
A constant, rhythmic, drip, Drip, DRIP!
Gah! Do I get up and deal with it, or roll over and bury my head in the pillow?
Eventually, those little drips started to crescendo into an evil percussionist!
An Ogre playing timpani drums in my head!
COME ON! I've gotta get up for work in the A.M.!
But now, the drip, drip, drip, is going, Boom!...Boom!...Boom!
Who knew that something as small as a few water drops,
could have such a deep voice and could bark baritone all night!
One pillow deep...Nada!
Two pillows deep...AAH!, I Hate You!...SHUT...UP!!!
Just as I was about to start breaking things...
Something curious happened, the timpani drums slowed tempo slightly,
and begin to lull, hypnotize, and then serenade.
I felt myself sinking into the void, like being sucked under in quicksand.
The rhythm rocked me to sleep, like I was back in the cradle,
gently pushing me further into the further, until...Aah!, finally...Dreamland!
You know what?...screw calling the plumber!
Say something
What do you
Want me to say
Expect me to say
Hope I'll say
Expectation holding sway
The words fall short
Of the chasm
We chiseled out
From growing silence
Lightning in a bottle
Your lips on mine
The power of your sighs
Too busy catching
Stars
That fell from your eyes
To notice
The forked tongue kiss
Heart shaped glasses
Bottled sadness
The perfume of melancholia
Sold as aphrodisiac
Somewhere between
Smoke and rum
Between the sheets
All is fair
In love and
Other indoor sports
Mother lowers her sullen face
against a volatile wind,
tasting the insolence
of a heavy laden gust
As she heaves quietly
from musings of unaswered dreams
grating her senses -- hope clinging--
through pits of lonely thoughts
delicately cleansing snarled faith
and disheveled pauses...
where hours impairs near death
as uncertain answers grow pale
...Waking her slow breaths flowing
from tears... Dad in a stupor :
I dreamed within her own dream
a fervent wish of life restored
that she hears my silent words
her boney figure collapsing --
through the bleakest of bleak nights
numbed from pain ...from agony,
That under panels of glass,
...we clutch onto that wish for life
My dream blending with her plea...
and realize she has learned
to pray with me in the rain.
sickle moon moves slyly
slices dark clouds in dim sky
stars sprout to light up
sore mind shreds life in its grip
divine soul wakes up to heal
Under the numb of the yum yum tree
Under the glum of my plumbless eye
Between the branches of life and death
Under the limbs of a plumbless sky
Under the broken branches of hope
Under the branch makers watchful eye
Between the gasp of first and last breath
Under my numbness, I pray to die
Under beguile of my maiden fair
Under a smile, thought I knew so well
Between eaves of trees, she bleeds, deceives
Under plumbless eye, she seeds my hell
Under the glow of a plumbless moon
Under my glum that I keep inside
Between numb dead eyes, a lead-filled prize
Under glum plumbless, I open wide
Impossible to catch my breath
waiting for the other shoe to drop
~ the suspense claiming another victim
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AP: 3rd place 2025
With frayed emotions
the whisperer in the night
its paper-thin wings
combating inner demons
- release your anxiety
Dejected psyche
it's not a computer game
prove the demons wrong
deny their dark existence
- quiet with your inner thoughts
Screaming into the void to drown out The voices my past
Screaming into the void to scare away the shadows that are cast
Screaming into the void to drive away
The pain
Screaming into the void but the demons
Still remain.
Screaming into the void out loud and in
My head
Screaming into the void just to stop me from feeling like im dead
Screaming into the void just to make me
Feel alive
By Screaming into the void I know that It
Will help me to survive
There's grave expectations, that's haunting the grave
All platitudes bought, no attitudes saved
The myth in the mist, you insist, you're not a slave
You preach no luster, no light, nor hope..."your" pathway is paved
So go on, grin my friend, again and again
Cuz you swallowed the light, then you wallowed in sin
You'll pray, well, you might, on knees that you bend
Then you'll sin once again, with that same silly grin
ocean
curtains
torn bed
salt scents
my eyes
rip tide
footprints
shore fixed
water
spiller
seagulls
cry, girl
she churns
the surf
I felt it break,
I saw the shards,
the frame hanging limply
in it's wake as it crashed down.
I never wanted anything but her,
so I kept the curtain open.
But now the glass shines, where it was
embedded deep inside my disembodied soul.
I try and try to pick up the pieces
but they cut at my skin.
I struggle through the pain
the glass still shines without her.
I can fix the shards
of the window
but there is nothing
left inside.
I could reach for the pieces
but all that would do is hide the tell-tale tracks
of a poisoned soul cut too deep,
to ever be whole.
The more I try
the more I scream.
That's the price
to ever love again.
Glass scattered
to the mist,
but that's what I get
for feeling this…
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