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.
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.
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.
S. Self sufficient
N. Not appreciated enough
G. Good Nature
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.
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!
It would be nice . . .
If these ‘intellectuals’ would . . .
Do as they ought
They sit as if enjoying be
Nary need be
Nary present a’tall
Yeah, all of those I’d not be considered amonst
Mere as “I’m not good enough for your cult”
Of overly determined.
I did once try.
But I failed in your eyes . . .
And I apparently cared what it was,
Or, did I . . .
Since, I know not the answer.
Supposedly you do.
So you tell me.
Such, is societal.
You know all,
Nary know anyone otherwise
But only, if only you allow . . .
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.