Wul, I nev'r bin sombuddy and I ain't sombuddy now.
I merry'd purty Lizza 'n her daddy had a cow.
Livin' in the country is whar I wanna be,
Life is gosh darn simple, perty much lak me.
Pap-in-lahw's a sinner, he ain't got no soul.
Preacher says he lost it, goin' on a roll.
Cain't nev'r git it back, so the good book say'd.
Whut good's a fella's soul, if ya lose it with yer haid?
Wul, me 'n purty Lizza play ketch-up ever day,
Tryin' to mek a repluca whilst rollin' in the hay.
Mama say'd the way it werks is hangin' on reel tight,
But hangin' on to Lizza shore keeps me up at night.
But thet's ok I figger, 'cause daylite's jus fer naps,
'Cept ya kno, in Pappy's case, he's to bizzy shootin' craps.
Jus in case yore wonderin' — ain't likely — jus' the same,
You prob'ly never heer'd of me, nev'r kno'd mah name.
'Cause I nev'r bin sombuddy and I ain't sombuddy now.
I merry'd purty Lizza 'n her daddy had a cow.
Livin' in the country is whare I wanna be,
Life is gosh darn simple, perty much lak me.
Categories:
whare, silly,
Form: I do not know?
HOLES IN THE WALLS
WHARE MEMORIES ONCE HUNG
PLAIN AND BARE
ITS ALL GONE
THIS EMPTY ROOM
FULL OF HURT
THIS IS MY HEART
FOR WHAT ITS WORTH
SITTING HERE CRYING ALONE
THINKING OF ALL THAT I KNOW
SILENTLY SCREAMING
WITH NOTHING TO SHOW
EMOTIONAL ABUSE
I CANT LET IT GO
KICKING AND SCREAMING
EVERYTHING IS CLOSING IN
MY EYES FULL OF TEARS
NOTHING TO WIPE THEM WITH
THEY DON’T DRY UP
AND THEY WONT GO AWAY
IM SO SCARED
THEY WILL ALWAYS REMAIN
MY FACE IS BLISTERED
WITH LINES OF RED
FROM TRAILS OF SORROW
TO MANY THINGS LEFT UNSAID
THIS IS ME
NOTHING LEFT TO SHOW
IT CUT SO DEEP
I CANT LET IT GO
ITS CONSUMING ME
MY EVERY BONE
IM SO SCARED
OF BEING ALONE
BY JOSHUA LLOYD
Categories:
whare, sad,
Form: I do not know?
Retrieved to a dark corner,
whare a ray of light
soothes my despair;
alone,forgotten,deluded and hurt...
wishing to have a new mind
and a new heart to look beyond
the untold reasons
and the unsaid words...
frozen in a silence never broken,or
my jealous secret never unlocked!
Unwilling to say goobye,I run...
their faces deepen their frown
and they ran as fast as they can,
making fists,raising their hands;
their shameless voices still shout,
I ignore the rage in their foul mouths!
The cold and steel gates,open twice...
to release me from bondage;
with words stuck in my breatless throat,
with tears retained in my scary eyes:
I burst out that fiery hell with the fury
of a desperate bird,too long locked in a cage,
anxious to penetrate the fresh air in haste...
so determined to find his lost home!
Categories:
whare, hope, life, people, places,
Form: Free verse
In a land of make belive,
a place whare I can hide,
where reality seems so far away.
just like these tears i've cried.
Categories:
whare, passion, sad, teen,
Form: I do not know?