Mystery person, you haunt my mind
Which is torture at times,
Mystery person, you're hard to find
But that’s fine, your voice is beautiful like golden chimes.
You can pretend I'm just a creep.
Your beauty is beyond compare
Those lovely eyes say a thousand words
Truth is I think of you before I sleep.
Your beautiful locks of brown hair
They're so beautiful it's absurd
This Isn’t What I Expected
This is what it has risen from the cream,
This is not what I’d wished to fare,
Yet, I’m the bad one,
The one who no one loved,
But, that’s not why I’m done,
The one who no one loved,
Literally, I’m few—and far between,
Figuratively, I’m he who haunt the tragic scene,
For, I am a teenage failure awaiting being seen,
As, I sit and read, and read, and read this screen,
The cursor dancing in rhythm,
At such steady pace,
Marching to the beat of its own rhythm,
Oh, Quite, Unlike, my own race,
Scurrying, Scarcely, Scurried,
Flee, Fled, Fleeting,
This is what I’ve amounted to—hurried,
Nothing more than a wasted—mass.
To lil 'ol Lily,
Who lived on Wolfbane Lane,
Your dresses quite frilly, and you quite silly,
You make the town wonder if you're sane,
Dear, Lily Black,
He sealed your fate,
While the town mourned,
if only, Dear Lily, we could turn time back,
Your fate was sealed by a lover scorned.
I'm a tad dried up
I haven't written a poem in a while,
Waiter, pour some coffee in my cup,
So where was I, Trying to convince you about you're beautiful smile,
No, I was talking about my woes,
As you can see, I'm a terrible poet,
I couldn't rhyme to save my life,
But, Hey, it pays the bills, even helps me deal with my foes,
You try to tell me I'm a good poet, sadly I don't show-it
Someday, maybe, I'll read my poems to my wife.
Why should I care,
Saying the same thing twice?
There be no reason,
To try in school,
When failure is nothing less than host,
To try with a hobby,
When no one reads your
Why should I care
No one listens,
Leave you behind
and you, nothing less than giving.
S. Self sufficient
N. Not appreciated enough
G. Good Nature
This is for all the people out there,
That can't use proper grammar,
You make me want to tear out my hair,
Or hit you with a hammer,
Yes, my grammar is not the best,
But please try to improve,
And I'll try, not to slam my hand into your chest,
If I need to I'll move,
Such as, A or An,
Grammar is an important tool,
And should be used by every man and woman,
Don't ignore your mistakes,
You were taught better,
For goodness sake,
You need to know these things to write a proper letter!
Love is the bond not shared by few,
Love is from those who hold you tight,
Love is the reason I remain true to you,
Love is from people that make you feel alright.
I walk into such thicket for such answers
For hope of learning nature’s charms
To find life purpose
For those days I lay dying
I hope to not discover—not living
I not want this life to live
Not to give up.
Unless it neededly be so
I wanted to remove from life:
That which that that fight bad
I sought to rim wide and tightly the tree [of life]
To drive life into no certain escape
To deprive, of all luxuries, it.
If it prove a fighter . . .
Then I’d so speak of this
In published prose
Be it gentle—or sweet
As lover may so be
Of such I’d ably speak truly
I see as it lie—in men’s lives
For there to be an unknown
Whether it be:
I walk into such thicket for such answers.
You're so fine,
How can you keep it all to yourself,
Stunning is where I'll draw the line,
Not that you deserve to be displayed on a shelf,
Face, stark in comparison to another,
Perhaps you're just to gorgeous to behold,
Maybe this person is your brother,
Someday my attraction will increase ten-fold,
You're driving me up a wall,
I've had about all of you I can take,
Please dear don't let me fall,
Don't drop me please, for heavens sake, as we both know, I'm sure to break.