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Jason Skiljan Poem
I woke up where am I? I walked outside
I woke up to taxi cabs I asked a guy
I said “excuse me sir do you know where I am?
He said “You my friend are bored in Manhattan”
When he said those words I was confused and scared
I didn’t remember getting on a plane to get here.
But it’s all coming back to me right now
I came here on a business trip but that doesn’t explain how
Wait I remember I was bored walking down the street
And a weird woman on the corner came up to me
Asked if I wanted to have some fun
Obviously I said yes and then we got dumb
I remember loud music, flashing lights and girls
I remember being kind of in my own world
But that doesn’t explain how I woke up in the street
I just don’t understand how this could happen to me
I guess that’s what happens when you’re bored in Manhattan
Shoot! I’m going to be late. Dang how did this happen?
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What if the world was something we could never see
what if me and you were something that could never be
what if our ears could never hear a single sound
what if when we died we didn’t go in the ground
what if the words were simply if what
what if we could explain girls without using slut
what if we simply stopped using all profanity
would we all go crazy or die from insanity?
what if you reading this is all just a dream
what if every word i said i didn’t really mean
what if when we heard a joke we never ever laughed
what if we never cried because we never got sad
what if i didn’t do that at all or didn't do it wrong
what i never found music and made this song
what if poetry never crossed my mind?
ask yourself what if and see what you find
I love rhyming poems that are potentially lyrical, but the repetition as well to make the reader think a little bit. No minimum or maximum amount of lines just the two things I mentioned.
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BANG BANG BANG I awoke with a fright
Who’s knocking on my door in the middle of the night?
I grab a knife from under my bed
and a baseball bat to hit his head
I tiptoe down the stairs so extremely scared
I start freaking out and pulling my hair
It’s almost Christmas and I’m about to be robbed
Then I hear through the door a quiet little sob
I open the door and to my surprise
I see Santa Claus with tears in his eyes?
He said he couldn’t down the chimney for he was too fat
And he didn’t want to be seen so he went around back
I told him I won’t tell anyone and everything’s fine
I prolly should the back door open next time.
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who am i? I am me
I am only 17
In the Lord I do believe
I want to become free
i really love to sing
of my siblings I have three
to get to me there is a fee
unless you have a certain key
who am i? I’m a writer
i’m an artist and a fighter
I’m a family provider
I’m a singer and songwriter
who am I? I’m a brother
I’m abandoned by my mother
I’m a competitive survivor
this is my life and i’m the driver
there is nothing left to say and nothing left to see
so if you ask me again who am i? i am me
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Why am I here? Because I need you
I need you because my teacher said so
I am independent I don’t need anyone
but this teacher won’t pass me without your help
I need to submit a bunch of these poems
And eventually I really need to win one
So that’s why I’m here short and sweet
I don’t really need you, but then again I do
Copyright © Jason Skiljan | Year Posted 2015
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