Well I did some today.' I know this cause
In older by a day.? Hmm..Now i missed
Breakfast.' So can't say whether it would
Have been (good or bad?) Yet i have an
Empty feeling, maybe could that be a plus.? If so
I should be glad.' I think I might be thinner.?
Yet not (waisting away) so that seems I've achived
Quite the two opposltes..I'm now inclined to say, If i could go way back further.? Or foreward?? I could
Always check the winners..So some advice
To you Tom Woody..Be aware there could be sinners.' Who won't give out the information yet have had more than three
Dinners.' You won't tell by their bellys, or any other sign.' I know it would be helpfull in the cause of saving money ' if thats why
You put this contest up, I could think that its funny? A way to get the info on how to cheat in time.' And forget the science plod
As a matter of course, if you ask my horse?
He'll guess its par for the course.' Just make sure the burgers arn't part-sourced in any equine history.'
From a leg that was once hind.'
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 .
3 of every 4 creatures on earth
Are insects, now you know
Why hordes of damn mosquitoes
Pester and bug us 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 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 is so very very precious
Waisting one is a downright crime
I never read a literary score, that was quite like this, or that I liked more.
When you’re thinking, about me someday, remember when, like kids, we’d play.
We would have some fun, doing nothing all day.Waisting our time along the way.
But what if someone would have pointed out to us then,
just how foolish we had surely been,
we could have done things differently back then.
That would have set things straight,
and put things in motion, that would co-relate.
Then we would be millionaires today.
So that we could enjoy life and learn to play.
So give your kids some money for the bank.
Then in 20 years, they’ll have you to thank.
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
This poem is based on my experience with people that I met for a short term.
and my ex.
(none fiction)
A fool that think they know someone By utilizing image
of another person knows nothing at all.
You do not know my likes or dislike.
You do not know my parents,not even by they image.
You do not know if I have siblings or not
So you do not know the real me.
Your image of me is from you Malpractice imagination
That you created for you think all people of color are the same.
You do not know my culture,you do not know my home town
So how can you know who I really am.
You do not know the hospital I was born in from my country
and no! It's not in America,or Africa.
You will never know the real me for I am as unique as the name that my father birth name me.
You do not know my satisfaction,for like any other you couldn't even satisfy my needs.
No wonder I don't miss s-x.
So don't try to figure out what the real me is.
For whether from the same culture,color,race, religion.
You just waisting you time. So stop comparing me for your imaginary friend.(sarcasm).
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.
They though me not to care
They thought me not to care
When I care they didn't even realized
When I showed them love
They carelessly did not see
They thought me not to worry about nothing
They showed how they leaved their lives
I tried to be responsible for each one of them
But they thought me not to care
I was all alone caring for them
While they didn't even recall my presence
I realized that I was waisting my time
I was their student bt I graduated
To be the best,to be the Master
They thought me not to care.
I leaved with hope for change
But I realized what they were made off
Change was never the material
They thought me not care
They thought me not to care
I wanted to be different
Because I was different
But I was wrong because my
Colour differs from the rest
Their rule was simple
If you can't beat them join them
Who am I was gonna beat them
They installed the chip of carelessness
Within me,I'm one of them
They thought me not to care......
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.
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!
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.
I love summer,
With a new-comer,
We own a sports camp,
To create a champ,
I have a job, To feed a mob,
But it is fun,
In the sun,
Where i will play,
Waisting all day,
Swimming with a crowd,
Every one so loud,
City people in the country,
Looking for a shady tree,
I can't wait for summer,
Please don't be a bumber.
Leah B.
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 wake up in the morning, hoping this will be the day.
That what I've hoped and prayed for will finally come my way.
But there's no love or luck in sight to ease my weary stress.
I't s funny, I just seem to wake up with a little less.
Maybe it's these songs I write to chase away these blues.
Reactions I get from the readers, just confuse my muse.
And now my pen just doesn't know what is wrong or right.
As another friend just seem's to slip completely out of sight.
You'd think I'd learn to change the way I live.
The truth is, there isn't anything I own, I wouldn't give.
Or nothing I wouldn't say you want me to confess.
But sadly you just seem to want a little less.
I lye in wait for answers, I know will never come.
That's just the way it has to go, I guess at least for some.
I hope that you don't feel that I am just waisting your time.
As I go on and share my heart and soul in simple rhyme.
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
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