No one scrubbed the hammock.
Or brushed the cabinet.
Distant like lukewarm cinnamon.
Being an astronaut is a chore.
To look at space gunk?
And you think it’s chilly up there.
Oof.
Nope it’s teetering and croaking.
Gah!
Gaslighting you like a fossilized fudge sundae.
Nothing is messy in outer space.
So they didn’t take the bleach along.
Burnt out.
Bent.
Wired.
Wild.
I’m shallow as old trenches.
Oof.
Maybe a pail filled with old cables.
A slab of me in my prime.
Undesirable.
Like the sluggish way sap dries.
Or doesn’t at all in the humidity.
Like dead ladybug tea.
My best times were just that:
Soggy human skin flakes.
Oof.
That sauce is splattered.
Splotches.
Words are sauce too.
With basil.
Tough, red stains.
My mind is a lightning rod for speech.
It is a daunting task they ask of me,
Brittle as I am,
A lovely mustard color,
Flitting in the autumn breeze,
Like some Marilyn Monroe of leaves.
They expect me to jump.
The one's that haven't jumped yet.
I've seen they others that have jumped.
Once they hit the ground
They just flop about at best.
Not a good look!
Okay, okay I'm going!
My destiny, they say it is.
There are theories of an updraft.
Shoot you up to higher branch-CHAS!
It happened. I'm falling. Like a leaf.
Cuz I am one.
Oof! Great now I'll flop about like the rest.
This is humiliat-oh here comes a worm
Sliding up my stem in a real
Don't mind if I do manner.
Trying to burrow through
Mmmm--now I get it.
We're all connected.
It's all connected.
I'm not just me.
I'm the whole planet.
What a funny time to learn.
"Truth shall always prevail",
... Or so I have heard.
It's merely been a year,
Yet, can't seem to recover.
Crying for help?
"Oof, grow up" they'll scoff.
Lo and behold!
The mask of deception... I found.
Been an open book for over a decade,
It Can't be that knackering to tell a lie to someone's face.
Aeons and aeons thereafter,
Pretending seems to have adjusted herself,
to my life with a knowing laughter.
"Heyy everything good?" they'd pry,
"Oh just wonderful", I'd smile and blatantly lie.
It has been a while you know,
Since I've seen the true face of reality.
Now that I yearn for it,
I just wanna get rid of this morality.
It's too late at this point,
Venturing further will make me paranoid.
To conclude this on a "factual" note,
This world houses wolves in sheep's clothes.
I twist and turn in my sleep,
Baffled by the fact of this mystery.
How in the universe were we blind,
To see the true nature of OUR kind.
I stand here,
And I solemnly declare:
There's a concealed reality,
Of which we remain unaware.
Shall he get fired,
Maybe its time to see where this life leads me, His music was on, Lindsay Stirling to start it off, following some form of rap, and then METAL! Oooh wait and dumbstep:(.
Oof I am on my ass!
Oof where to go?
Hmm,
Larry was watching me shoot,
Was he confused, in love, curious?
Snooker is something I fell in love with.
You treating a former employee like dirt is cute.
However, we can go outback and discuss it?
He felt ballsy so what?
So what!
A thrill with a bit of hustle is needed, yet when under those types of moments, one should NEVER pop or pip up!
Stay down and stay firm!
"May your sight be steady and your aim be true."
Thanks brother for the games, and love.
Forever in gulfed into a peaceful tomorrow, How far can I lean into it? Or until death do me part, *grabs cue stick*
You are my lover.
Any who encounter love or hate; sometimes both ????
Needless to say when He is on that table he is only devoloping something better than himself."use the light."
K-nock
A-t
R-oom's
L-ocked
D-oor
A-s
R-oof
E-agerly
N-eeds
Y-our
A-pparent
P-resence
D-riving
A-way
G-rayness
A-nd
N-ook
Topic: Birthday of Karl Daren Yap Dagan (July 07)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
oh, my peer! the exam is coming near,
my mind is full of fear,
eyes are giving the drop of tear,
why exam comes every year,
it always takes away my cheer,
oof! these tensions, I can’t bear,
the one thing I want to clear,
that next exam I will not appear,
well, it's not a single way to my career,
let others think, I am insincere
because now I don’t care
H-ome of glorious bliss
A-ims to inspire your mind;
R-oof of heavenly grace
I-s making you feel so fine.
E-ternal home of glory
N-ever lets you lose the faith;
N-ineteenth day November, your birth seems so great.
H-ome of glorious bliss
A-ims to touch your heart;
B-ecause of wonderful abode
L-ove for God won't fall
A-part.
You are one of the bleSsed and fortunate persons
On this Planet,if you have nice food, if you live
Under the Roof,If you have a family to
Aid,love, and take carE of and if you have got some
Real friends to shAre your tribulations.It is
Easy to inculpate luck anD others for our
Losses we Suffer but we've lack of knowledge to
Understand the fact that we are so charMed and we
Can help people not just wIth money, but with the
Kindness and Love, that can have great impact on them
Yes a simple act of warmth can makE them happy
Jan-16-2017
12 syllables per line
For the contest Message In An Acrostic contest by Kim Rodrigues
Limiting self
Limiting self in the bed, covering with blanket
I dismissed all program of that night
Business and busy became such itches
That those always ordered to keep tight, tight
Companion mind tried to understand, yes
But wisdom opened eyes, why should rest
Disturbing all case putting files in shelves
Tomorrow is uncertain in childhood taught
Get up early in the morning and run for present
Learning such piece of showcase moulding
In the corner of brain such deposits down deep
Ran whole youth life in spirit and vibrant
Now following idle ideology of mind
Put aside the easy and busy life of present
Case into the sheet of bed as weeds in stone
How far creepy thought crawled to ravage
Oof! One day's desire of lying rest in bed
Gives clinches with different millions
When eye closed and took sleep that night
God knows I cannot put long elaborate.
Oof
Don’t put your view all are blind
They can’t see ten or nine
They have determined they can find
Solution is already all know shrine
Bereave is not necessity it always dawns
Scarce barks all the day as unwelcome guest
Put your disguise on your veil
All viewed your deceitful hay
Shame on you for being that that
Looting always day by day
Poor creatures are suffocating
Swallowing your poisonous play.
As I enter the volleyball game
I hear
The hustle and bustle of the crowd
Shuffling towards their seats.
Everyone settled. The audience marvel and chit-chat.
The judge raises his hand.
A hush fall over the crowd.
“Whree-” the game starts.
Pitter patter pitter patter pitter patter- Boof!
The ball sails over the net and is
Bopped gently back.
It’s tossed high and
Bam!
It’s a goal.
The spectators roar, and some sigh.
Pitter patter pitter patter pitter patter- oof!
The ball hits the net.
Some cheer, some huff.
This goes on until the last goal is scored-Thump!
The crowd squeals and laughter rings with claps.
The winning team’s shoes skeet as they run
And thump each other’s backs, bursting with laughs.
The losing team pads back with sniffs and sobs
But swears to take revenge.
In my collection
a card oof Martin Luther King
has taken its posistion among the other cards
I have bought or traded for
Shot down like a dog
He tried to bring peace to a harsh, troubled world
Died young
He knew what he was getting into when he
began to agitate
He is missed by many
Martin Luther King
Hi! Sweetie!
Hey! Sweetie!
Ooh! Sweetie!
Oof! Sweetie!
Oh! Sweetie!
Ah! Sweetie!
Na! Sweetie!
Aa! Sweetie!
Pls. sweetie!
Pls. sweetie!
Pls. sweetie!
Pls. sweetie!
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