The shine over there and I got stucked
The roof over there and I want to be hugged
I know that there is no one, still I wait
In the result, I got late
The winter night is rude for being shrinked
And I thought that maybe I get linked
There is no one for me
But I still there to be
The night and the shine has cryptic meaning
But my decoding ability went for the cleaning
I am thinking with my blowing mind
And light is helping me to get find
My inner voice is screaming
But still I am dreaming
I felt that I got sucked
That's why I want to be get hugged
Midsummer vehemence stows heat for later
Solar film ominously watch hot arc
Tilt tracks trajectory, power cater
Stashes post sizzle to supply light dark
Socket slit subservient incubates
Arrow of assurance inserts cable
Voltage their pairing impressive creates
Self derived to electric capable
Autonomy admonished with a switch
Loins bearing in luxury breed evil
Informed about squalid impoverished
Ignore affluent vantage for reprieval
Overloaded homes groan under panels
Tainted rich roads tune rigid channels
16th January
Wealth rotten wattage
salient strife scrunching
like veins veiling
the tracks coiled
about the toil
of gollible Green
heaving hoisted sprees
burnished blue blushed
tumultuous torrent crushed
leering lanky lust
gold cloak cupped
beneath blazing guts
rustic sea sucked
callous crimson's touch
weary waves slumped.
19:12:14:04:57
you sucked me in
not once but twice,
you did many things
not very nice
you said that you missed me
then you did it twice
you only used me
you didnt care
you erased me from your life
like id never been there.
you left me homeless
you left me broke
you left me hungry
and so very alone
i took a chance
that was a mistake
cuz you are a phony
you are a fake
one thing for sure
it wont happen again
this time its over
this is the end
no matter what you do
no matter what you say
you wont suck me in.
no how and no way
Most days are okay now
The memories have grown dim
No longer every waking thought
The outlook not so grim
But other days it hits me
Like a wave over my head
And I get sucked right back under
These are the days I dread
I'm still unraveling parts of you
That have found their home in me
I'm not completely free of you
I'm not sure I'll ever be
On days like this I hide away
Until the worst has passed
Bending words to how I feel
Writing while it lasts
But you would never know it
And I will never tell
We could never be together
A fact I know too well
You know that I care too much
To let you know it hurts
To ask for more than you can offer
To wish the impossible to work
Maybe one day we'll untangle
As our song has played it's last
Maybe one day it will be nothing
But a memory in the past
(This is a fictional poem)
When my cousin played Pac-man in the eighties, he really sucked.
He tried and tried to improve but he was out of luck.
He constantly got ate by the ghosts and it always made him cry.
He wet his pants in front of people and it embarrassed him so much that it made
him want to die.
He stunk so bad at Pac-man that he couldn't even reach the first intermission.
One day when he lost, he got mad and made a bad decision.
He smashed the screen with a big rock nd he went to jail.
He seriously regretted it when they locked him in a cell.
After they put my cousin in the tank, things got even more grim.
He nearly tore the celldoor off when his cellmate threatened to rape him.
He recently bought a Pac-man machine of his own.
He doesn't like wetting his pants in front of people so he plays it all alone.
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