Thinking it was some novelty drink,
I accidently swallowed invisible ink.
I don't feel sick, I'm nice and clean,
but I'm at the clinic...just waiting to be seen.
I have a second home,
A treehouse of our own.
My friends and I would laugh and play,
Even if they came just for a day.
It felt as bright as finding gold,
A little world we got to hold.
But slowly then, our energy died,
All the lights just flickered, sighed.
We couldn't fix what had gone wrong,
The fun had didn't last that long.
But that's okay, we still had fun,
Sitting together, sharing a bun.
Note :
Hey! I appreciate everyone who reads poem that I wrote 9 years ago when I was 10 years old. I wasn't fluent in English back then (as you can see from my grammar and wordings made no sense ????) and I don't even remember why I posted that poem. I accidently stumbled upon it and decided to make a "remastered" version just for fun. I hope that you can enjoy my poems that literally doesn't make any sense (because I decided to stick with the content and only fix my grammar) and have a nice day!
people have always wanted answers to the big questions
ten dollar parking across the street
unfriendly, loud-mouthed and rude tour guides
queues and lines and queues
one bloke accidently took his vehicle up the driveway
and was yelled at
i'm actually on the driveway
the theory of everything
my friend went to visit the grave of Yasujiro Ozu
and was also yelled at.
let's publish a book of instances detailing pilgrimages,
in which people have taken the wrong path and
been yelled at
ruminations and caught in a trap
why is everything murder?
The Joy Of
Letting It All Be
Free.
Free FREER Free
Free.
I Don’t Care, What?
Oh, Just LET IT BE
Hilarious!
Free Life!
Surprised?
I Am.
TeeHeeHee Hee He.
Accidently, I Guess.
Lucky Me.
-Gray Squirrel
02-27-2026
?
Shhh...
There's Always
A
CATCH... Meow.
We were both operating together,
vibrating at an oscillating frequency -
short-band radio signals reaching
no greater than brief steps away.
It was love, but it was also that infinitesimally
narrow gap between heaven and hell.
A bulbous red on/off button,
the size of a large tomato or small planet,
kept our brains alert
to any nuclear explosions
that might otherwise have destroyed
those thin strings of real intimacy we could
have accidently blundered into.
In the end, slips of the tongue
led to neither truth nor lies,
only figures of speech.
Friends and on-lookers
watched as we turned off
all the early warning signs, one by one -
then to no one's great surprise,
we were done.
Alfoil
If you leave alfoil in
the bathroom for
too long or
if you sneeze accidently or
on purpose they won’t
amount to
anything.
Building
There’s a building in
Elmwood made of
ado; antagonism and
hostility; everything appearing accidently; and
everything spoiled because of
added in
poor quality.
. The opera of loneliness
by B. joycee rani
‘’the weeping eyes has started to sterile ‘’,
‘’the yellow skin with red stains ,bruises began to bleed’’.
‘’the monster of evil has me to eat’’.
‘’my mind began to rot ‘’,
My heart and locked-mouth has something to tell a lot’’.
My phobia of death has now gone,
When loneliness carries me on.
I forgot my diet and appetite,
Even vomited blood with phlegm.
But, why to worry about it ?
When I have loneliness with me.
The old father hits me with a leather belt imprinted ,
When I don’t do chores and study when he needed.
The old mother mocks and taunts me down,
When I neglect to do with my numbed-stricken ,
Wounded hands around.
I fall for it, accidently;
But, loneliness never betrayed me .
It is as lovely as an infant;
And caring as mother cow.
I will never leave it ,
Till my heart stops now and still’’.
It was late at night and the house was creaking
every sound seemed twice as loud as normal
My nerves were all a jangle and it felt very cold
not at all like usual I tensed at each new creak.
I crept around listening as I went through rooms
that seemed much darker and very gloomy,
I could not at first find anything out of place
But the sense of deep unease washed over me.
I put and left every light on as I searched yet still
felt uneasy, something was very very wrong
even with the house lit up like a Christmas tree
what on earth was causing this deep sense of unease
I could hear a weird rustling noise in the pantry
trembling I opened the door and saw nothing at first
then with a rush and scream out shot my kitten
hair all on end, I had accidently shut him in
With a sigh off relieve I picked him up and calmed him
It took a while until he relaxed and started to purr
the house now felt safe and back to usual I laughed
thinking what a fool I had been and relaxed with him
It was a nice day, and a fat man was crossing the road, but he slipped and fell and accidently stepped on a Toad.
He didn’t think much of it and again started to walk to work, but the toad…HE WAS ANGRY AND VERY IRKED!
He followed the fat man everywhere he’d go; it was pretty simple to do that because he would walk very slow.
He pooped everywhere inside the fat man’s house, and the fat set upped traps thinking it was probably a mouse.
But No…The toad was smarter than that, he followed him everywhere he went, pooped on his shirts and even his office pants.
So dear reader, don’t forget, if you anger a toad, on you, he will do, A number two.
There was an old lady who wore an old shawl,
knitted it herself with wool bought at the mall.
Now old and ragged, Granddaughter Pennie thought
my friends and I could knit a new one, and we ought!
Two friends agreed, but it will be a big job.
We need two more, maybe we should “lob”
Put on the bulletin board, no one signed.
Then, on a church pew, accidently left behind.
Pastor Jim told Pennie's mom: I know two who knit;
one is black, one Chinese; won't be a problem, will it?
Pennie's mom, Mary, said: my mom's thinking is old hat.
Maybe we won't tell her til it's knitted, how's that?
So, the four girls got together and knitted away,
forming friendships that last even to this day.
Grandma knitted with them, said they were all cute.
Thinking can change for we're all from one root!
Don't trust much on your skill
It may breath dreadful chill
Take care of your grace
To avoid been efface
Keep your balance to the drill
Electric is my friend
To you let me pretend
It has never shocked me
Cos I do get my breathes flee
Still I do contend
A mistake so dangerous to life
Is peeling live wire with knife
That could be for bet
What profit is it to get?
If hell becomes the afterlife.
Once on an electric pole
Seeing myself in control
Our community's electric light comes at a turn
And that's never a concern
This gives more courage to my soul
I climbed the ladder confidently
My decent hands' grabs move evidently
As I connect the neutral well tighten
UP NEPA got my mind frighten
And my soul's confidence looses accidently
If it were to be the first time
Lack of experience would have been a crime
But such have learnt from in the past
And by grace gain a vast
To learn to mime
The first one resulted to a fall
From a ladder so tall
Thankful to my boss
His laughs sensitize the chaos
And his guise pathos awaken my call
Sunflower Seeds
enchanted seedling
sunflower will weave magic
golden yellow joy
Green Eyes
Curious green eyes
Soft gentle paw pats my face
Purring in my ear
Ariel Ballet
blue skies seagull flight
graceful ariel ballet
speaks to me of spring
Button Hole
sky blue boutonniere
morning gift from azure drift
delight has a smile
(Button Hole was accidently deleted so reposted here)
On A Personal Note
by Edmund Siejka
They didn’t fit
Like bookends
Or what people might describe
As a nice looking couple.
Seeing them together made a jarring sound
Like chalk clawing on blackboard
But what was so bad about this new couple?
I knew why.
She left me for him.
It took me a really long time to understand
What it meant to forgive someone
And I always wondered could I
Forgive someone who chose to hurt me?
She knew me all along
She had me figured out a long time ago
Sometimes I would catch her staring at me
With that look on her face
Was it a sneer?
Or just a funny face?
I was too stupid to know the difference.
Perhaps I didn’t realize what I had done to her
Allowing myself to be surrounded by shadowy people
Believing in them
Following them
But they cared less about me
Than I did for them.
For weeks and months
I thought only about her
Eager to scale the wall that surrounded her heart
To say I loved her
But obviously I failed
Because if we accidently met
All I got
Was a quick turn of her back
Ignoring my presence.
So, I decided the only thing I could do
Was to let her go
And start over again.
May he rest in peace, my father was not the kindest man
At least to me he wasn't--he never ever said to me
The most important words a boy will hear, "I love you, Son!"
Never did he take me upon his knee to console me
When I needed it most, when I was floundering in tears.
He called for me, after years of silence, from his death bed,
He wanted to see his eldest son, I wondered why, but
I went, sat with him, placed cups of water to his parched lips;
I rubbed his cold feet, and comforted him as best I could.
He offered no excuse for his abusive behavior
I knew he had no training in parenting, his father
Accidently died when my father was merely thirteen.
Written April 27, 2021
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