Lying yet not still asleep,
all of soul is crying.
Some things burn within so deep,
has darkedness to dying.
Every wish that's ever cast,
each spell of which is prayed.
Flashed both before and seen whence back,
its movement never stayed.
Madness is by dreams alone,
this mint upon my pillow.
Sand by base and also stone,
free beds the weeping willow.
Horridness not spoken once,
by any mothers grand.
Not only fills the world of blood,
but dirtys up her hands.
To be the one that points this out,
plans me the one for dying.
Lying still not yet awake,
all of soul is dying.
Categories:
horridness, angst, anxiety, conflict, confusion,
Form: Rhyme
We used to have a lunch lady
who was so very mean.
She was also very ugly,
and she was never clean!
She was hairy as a monkey!
Revolting as a skunk!
And unlike typical ladies,
she really, really stunk!
So I talked to my principal
about her horridness.
He had her replaced soon enough
and oh, what a huge mess!
Her food was pretty disgusting
and so I didn’t strive
The horrid octopi she made
when mine was still alive!
It went and crawled out of my bowl;
but then bit off my head!
So that’s my excuse for staying
at home and not being in school instead.
Categories:
horridness, funny,
Form: Rhyme
JUST LOOK AROUND STUPID
they're out there
everywhere
the ones who don't see beauty the universe composes
the tall golden wheat and the royal red roses
they don't appreciate the moonlight where kisses begin
and they spend the week in sordidness and sin
they never say "halleleujah" yet take His name in vane
and ignore their neighbors broken and beastly pain
they wash their new cars for all to see
even though they owe the bank at the cost of bankruptcy
they have nothing on their tongue but envious words and vincitive curses
and when they go to church they hold the book but listen not to the verses
they're out there everywhere
making their greed and gregariousness clear
and it's horridness my softened heart cannot bear
(c) PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Categories:
horridness, angst, universe,
Form: Monorhyme
When her heart can turn as cold as snow
The silent soul will scream let her go
The icy chills taken in like pills
Don’t go down so smooth
When her mixed emotions start to show
Her silent soul screams let her go
and the bitter air can stop and stare
It can’t feel that good
When the old porch swing goes to and fro
The silent soul screams let her go
The horridness is to much to bear
Damn, life’s not fair.
When her heart stops beating on account of love
The silent soul screams beyond and above
The letting go of the child of snow
It's to hard to tell.
Categories:
horridness, depressionheart, heart,
Form: I do not know?