Best Waisting Poems
Absense makes the heart grow fonder
Did you miss me? A question for you to ponder
Even if you said you did not you are a liar
The bad ones back and its you that I am after
Before you jump through some hoops to look better
Paint your nose red to end all illusions of laughter
Drive in your little car that shoots water from the bumber
And crash in the fire pit created by me the helter skelter
Did you miss the way I used to play with your mind
Ask you pointless questions in ever setting rhyme
Makes you wonder how can I be so good at telling lies
What rhymes with stupid? Look in the mirror see your demise
As you get tattoos of pointless things on your body
Waisting the talent of art you scream for a lobby
Except noone can hear you cry as the ink bleeds
Into your skin you are marked like a farmer does to his pig
Branded from life is this what you meant to do
Pointless ink cant hide what its covering in you
Just as the numbers on the arms of all those harmless Jews
Marked to die your day will come as you kneel on the pue
Die for him for he died for us they said
Bunch of bullsht he committed suicide for what? the dead?
Gimme a break take the good book back to Disneyland
Tell Mickey Mouse to keep it locked up with the Pirates of Carribean
For he is much more a God to me
I can see his lies and deciet unlike the hero of creed
Glad you know whos boss in this underworld
Better get a clue before you brand yourself again in swirl
A poem in honor of my blog. Have fun, everybody! Place tongue firmly in cheek.
They'res a buoy at the window
Smiling inn at me
But eye don't really no hymn
Wait—he's Nettie's boy, that's he!
He's got a creepy effect
And wholes all in his genes
His pants are held up by a chord
A very pore lad he seams.
Ewe be witness to this boy
A buoy who has no wright
To bee laying their upon my sill
A disgraceful aweful site.
Sew Nettie, you come get hymn
And take him back to home
The afternoon is a-waisting
So come and get him, come.
I'm not great.
I'm not extraordinary,
But I'm okay knowing that
Just as long as you
Love me
For being
Who I am when I'm
Discovering who I am
And how I cope.
I don't work with metal;
I don't work with wood.
All I have are my words,
Spoken in
Hopefully, a poetic way.
I speak and I speak,
But when I write,
In a way,
Nothing gets spoken.
I'm not motivational;
I'm not inspirational,
But as long as I
Move a wistful soul
From time to time, I'm good.
I'm cold,
Scared,
Confused,
But it seems
I'm running out
Of time
And people to talk to.
I want to speak
With my words, but
It seems only my
Ranting of how I'm
Stuck and lost
Gets my point across.
I can send your mind
In a spin;
Only because
I am constantly spinning
With overindulgences
Such as
Being loved
And even hated.
I spin from giving,
And, in return,
Being spun some more.
Puzzles compose
Every metaphor.
Time-
Power-
Love-
Effort-
Trust-
Life in general;
Only, I tend
To put pieces
Where they belong,
Then come to discover
That, later, they grow
And start to mesh.
I don't know
If, looking back,
I'll only see me
Waisting my time
Or looking over
What helped me through it.
I couldn't tell you
That everything I cherish
Will be there
Or even here tomorrow.
The ones who understand
And know more
Of me than I do myself
Are the ones that
Keep me spinning.
So, here is me speaking.
I feel as if
I'm looking through
A narrow telescope
That is covered
On the other end.
I see
What I choose to see,
But what's that to
The world?
They don't have the time
To keep up
Or slow down;
Just
Going their steady pace
Until they find the time
To waste it.
I wish,
I hope,
I wander,
But no matter
Where I go,
I only see
That I'm finding nothing.
My mind
Is tired,
But my emotions
Are ready to fight.
Bring it on;
I can and
Continue to take your shots.
Take me-
Hold me in your arms
Until I'm safe
And fall asleep...
Maybe when I wake up
I won't be scared, confused,
Torn and lonely.
Maybe I'll wake up and realize
It was a dream and I'm safe
Because you are there.
I'm not great.
I'm not extraordinary,
But you know who I am
And love me for it.
Dying from a broken heart, my heart can not take the pain..
too much crying, waisting tears, tears are flowing,
can't wash away sorrow.
Dying from a broken heart...
Feels as if life is choking me, crushing my lungs,
unable to breathe, unable to live...
because I am losing you,
my heart can not take the pain.
through hard times and labor
picked ripped from a color of the rainbow
to show greedy people love defines infinity after we concurred this was after all.
our journey through the grapevine, was long and sour.
we are picked from that grape vine into a soul only we can only define.
like living in someone else dream only you have seen.
don't think think about what would have been just waisting time again.
if you listed at all promises also those fancy dreams.
is reality the key to something we are faithful to belive.
sweet taste hanging through the valuable wisdom of the sweet angels promised vows they chosed to share with ungrateful creatures halfway stepping into unholy hot hell.
rethink and turn the clock back around.
un eat that grape this time.
You know that feeling when
someone tells you something
and a pound of bricks get
stored on your shoulders like a
pounding in your heart, its not
the best feeling in the world
and I just don't know how to
react to it should I say nothing
and lie agreeing or speak up.
But I'm weak I'm chasing the
sun with my eyes no words left
tired and weak, there's no
devotion, am I waisting my
time am I making a mistake.
There's nothing to do but chase
the sun with my eyes slow an
sad with bricks and poundings.
There is nothing left.
3 of every 4 creatures on earth
Are insects, now you know
Why hordes of damn mosquitoes
Pester and bug you so
They sow their seeds of mayhem
As we sit in the summer sun
Being annoyed by these tiny bugs
Till finally we get up and run
After a house fly eats its food
It regurgitates and eats it once more
Imagine if we re-ate our meat balls
That's something I would abhor
Americans eat 12 billion bananas
Every year, no wonder at times
We get the urge to hang from trees
Or scratch our protruding behinds
Each one of us uses approximately
Fifty-seven sheets of bum wipe
Each and every day of our existence
We're killing our trees, my gripe
Maybe instead, use toilet paper
With a hole right in the centre
We could use it over and over again
Washing up is a disease preventer
In 32 years there are approximately
One billion seconds of time
Each one of them is so very precious
Waisting one is a downright crime
I've taken on the task of educating you
With these obscure, interesting facts
A service I provide to my P-Soup friends
Love the accolades I keep getting back!
© Jack Ellison 2013
I
am
the
voice
in
the
early
twilight
calling.I
am
the
voice
that
cried
in
the
dusk.
Am
the
limbs
shaking
and
the
lungs
convulsing.
I
own
the
tongue
that
cracked,the
lips
that
parched
and
the
running
nose
behind
the
dank
blanket.........................................................
I
am
the
voice
among
equals
whinning
among
few
unequals.
My
spine
bears
the
many
whose
rags
twist
my
neck
and
I
bend
her
back
and
our
fate
coil
side
by
side
in
one.
In
one
our
spalour
binds
us;mine
a
dirty
stool
a
swollen
limb
and
they
said
PEM
too.She
has
the
heart
beat
bleeding
hot
blood,the
callused
soles
cracking
and
they
sterile
nodule
pleading
in
vain
servility
behind
the
black
blanket.........................................................
I
am
the
voice
now
mewling
in
the
crust
of
the
night
and
scorching
by
the
day.
I
lay
panthing
and
waisting
from
a
redeemable
curse.
Am
the
limbs
cippled
and
the
lungs
sneefing.
Am
not
the
fist
clenching
the
playcard...eyeing
the
lence,but
behind
the
mesh
wriggling
and
certainly
deing.
Am
not
Abiku's
emissary,but
I
die
with
the
corn
starch
dripping
from
my
lips
and
I
pass
the
stool
to
anothe
whose
fate
as
mine
lay
in
percent,whose
memoria
is
their
number
and
not
their
name.
Now
they
chant
the
elegy
over
tomorrows
cremains
and
my
voice
falls
into
a
diminuendo
and
shall
never
rise
again,but
my
bones
continues
to
whisper
behind
the
earth
in
sotto
voce.
Singing and dancing,
kissing and waiting,
missing and waisting,
her time as a single lady,
hurting the weak,
feeding off of what once was a person who didnt give in that easy,
she gave up her strength,
giving into the needle oh f***,
swerving off all the homies,
just to bang up,
she thought she was cool,
asking her self "why me, oh why,"
taking a risk everytime,
she didnt care about her life,
she didnt want to live,
but then she caught her self slipping,
So she took her self off the rig,
threw it out the car,
glad that they were finally apart,
seeing the hurt that it brought,
made her want to vomite alot,
pain in her brain,
she thinks she is going insane,
someone please save her,
before i make a point for you to hang me!
I've fallen so far
I couldn't get up
The best is yet to come
I've drownd in my dreams
I couldn't wake myself
The best is yet to come
Fell down a flight of stairs
Broken every bone
Getting up seemed distant
Touching the floor
My best friend to be
I give what I can
That's not enough
What more do you want
Waisting your air
Fresh from darkness
The best is yet to come
Waiting I can't anymore
Feeling blue I wish
Tough love I can't face
The best is yet to come
The best will never come
What you see is what's inside
The best is yet to come
You pushed me away.
I trusted you and you gave up.
what did I ever do to you?
you said"You loved me"
Then why am I sittling here alone?
You walking away holding her hand.
well look now its been awhile.
I don't need any one but she left you hanging.
you said you made a mistake.
I gave you many chances yet your luck just ran out.
I want to have nothing to do with you.
Be gone good bye im leaving you as you did to me.
Its to late im already gone.
Just to think you had a chance but you blew it.
thanks for the hard times you gave me.
You tought me to never trust any one but god and myself.
I'll never believe you so don't waist your breath.
your waisting your time talking to me.
I said"never again and i meant it.
I told you that was your last chance.
Well good bye,
you should have tryed to care.
At least you wouldn't be sitting here,
Wishing i was with you there.
I tusted you but never again.
I watched you pass me by.
You asked me what went wrong.
You lost my trust you broke my heart.
You made life fall apart,
Thanks for the broken heart and,
The painful tears I cry for you.
They'll never fall again.
You pushed me away well here I am today,
Im a beter person but your the same,
You said you should blame me.
you torn my heart my heart in tiny parts.
never to be put back together again.
Dont waist your breath.
Like I can care anymore.
Good bye so long you just waisted your time.
I've been me ,
A meepy child accused of crafts .
Tangled in my sleep ,
For waisting time ,
Loved the errors at cloud nine .
And still I made it with no trial.
I've lived in the upside down world ,
Where each dream was taken for word ,
Graded was for worst ,
Still I am an agent on quest ,
Posturing those of abo gogo
Imfihlo zi'mnadi zabo Khokho .
I am still me here undying ,
Judged from my peace when snoring .
That I am for one pictoring .
What I wear is problem to all ,
What I eat is a disgrace to the wall
For I am answering my greatest call.
I owe you no theory ,
I am the one whose heart is drained ,
Whose eyes are dried ,
Whose moods take charge ,
And I am telling you .
I didn't choose this path ,
For my fate was choosen long before the birth of me .
As i try to sleep mites feast upon me,
Nowhere else to go
Thinking about sleeping outside on a trampoline
Best friend sits, his throne getting hot
Waisting away intentionally, getting high with the bad thoughts
Bed bugs invade his room, attracted by the rot
Living room where i once dwelled he has now infected
Coming home with a curse of my own,
feeling like my heart is turned to stone
Thrid eye vision cracked and twitching
Should have never sought after that witch
Allured i was by her bewitching
Hotel california
Home to the multi whore ya knows
Sleeping with my hoodie on
Rest not finding me til vengeance spreads her seas
Babylon the great
Soon i will cut off her feet
Watch her fall and turn bleak
Her streets filled with my ancient blood floodin her streets
Runs deep
Starting to dry now
Then what shall she drink?
Mad am i?
Cursed i think
til my task is complete
Climaxing since my birth
Something after me
Wanting to tear me apart
Rip the emotion from my heart
Mother and father gone
Severed from my life and thrown in the dark
Fighting to find my heart
To the rest i am a disgrace
like its a chinese monarch
Failing as i search for a home
A place where im not always alone
My drive ticks like a bomb
Still i carry on
Bleeding
But blessed by the numb
Wont stop fighting the world til im done
Quest of the one
Cursed til im home
Hes so perfict but he will never be mine
im used to being rejected so i guess that everthings
fine it takes a good person to get my attention like this
to brighten up a darkened heart and fill it up with bliss
i just melt in his eyes and start acting all shy he smiled
so cute that i thought my heart could fly
but why do i still give in when i already know that theres
no hope remembering that makes me want to dangle on a rope
why not he wont care he'll still be happy even if im not there
so i guess that i will never be good enough so im going to go ahead
and stop wrighting this stuff cause im just waisting my time with
every word i just said i wonder if he will want me once he finds out
that im dead
-Spencer Coggsdale dedicated to Ivan Olveria
Gone again, took the kids and left
in the art of loves wars,a clearly hurtfull theft
my kids are all I live for now,and their all I really need
Their who I work so hard for, to care for and to feed
Aint much of a life without ur kids and ur wife
No one to talk to no one to hug,not much of a life
their growing so fast,Im missing way to much
Im missing all the good stuff,so way out of touch
To soon the'll be grown and be gone,some even sooner yet
gotta stop waisting time fighting,something I'm sure to regret
get back to all the good incredible things in life
cuz it aint much of a life without ur kids and ur wife
PALLANES