i look out at the kids on the lawn twiddling away their days like there's forever gonna be a tomorrow i long for those days that were once in my mind when i was totally oblivious to the world taking place outside of my head
naturally we filter things out and let our parents filter things out until we're left with no filter to think about things with is this good? or is it bad? or will i fall into some deep, dark pit somewhere?
i think maybe i want to go back since that's where i left you stranded in the pit of despair, in some lonely southern nowhere all the things that cross my mind now, hit me like a ton of something was it the right decision? was it the wrong decision? should i have let them make an incision?
how am i so young in your eyes, that i can't possibly control my emotions? do you think i haven't been through this, one, two, three, four times before? i have so many questions for you but yet you shut me out and pretend like i don't know what kind tensions are growing or why you're nearly beating each other up? am i not the one who cleans the blood off the floor from the fights that go on in this family? am i not the one who stitches up all the things that need to be fixed? whether they will be the buttons on coats or the cuts under eyes of words gone wrong am i not the one who eavesdrops behind the stair, waiting for things to calm so i can straighten the hair of the family wig
please tell me once again, how this isn't my responsibility and how i should walk away please tell me once again, how much you struggled while living your rich put up life please tell me once again, how much of a bi*** you like to be while i wrestle to keep the family together because i'd really like to hear your excuses just one more time sweetheart
it started out about supernatural but i don't really know where it went from there
the flamingo knows how to fight the fairies fighting is what we do best light powers against the dark that strike us down am I ready for another round it hell maybe but maybe not, we'll just have to see i like to fight the fairies and the flies not you, why can't you see that got to go now, guess i scared you away on my own now, like i always have and always will be
our world Wide and vast and ever-expanding, it's our place in the solar system to hide and rest away silently from the extraterrestrials living right outside our door to outerspace
For one day, I'd like to be happy and free of these chains that are sort of holding me I'd like to dance on clouds, with honey bees and darling, it would just be you and me
We'd be away from the sickness and sadness traveling far from their regret-fullness I'd just like that one last day to be the best And sit like a bird in a tree using leaves for a nest
I'd be sitting under the sun by the sea one last day of fun, just for you and me And we'd be lounging in the sand for one last time, and it would be just you and me
this half follows the tune to 'sweet betsy from pike'
Have a song or poem or something, about candies and fantasy places, that neither you nor him nor I can reach. It’s a place beyond imagination and even perhaps beyond damnation, if you think that kind of thing exists. It rests far from here, high in the sky with bubblegum clouds and sugar sweet eyes. Just think of it as your lover true, it’s heaven to me and it’ll be heaven to you. Remember though before you the trip, it’s a one way travel with no way back. It’s the place where childhood dreams will met, with the harsh, harsh colds of reality. I see it as grim but many a man, has seen as an escape from this land. We’re out in the desert and out in cold and we’re out on the plains where the buffalo roam. Many a people want to escape, but please mister, don’t make that mistake. I’d like to make it one day but alas you can only journey, make up your mind before it’s too late, for then for your soul, satan wait. These dreams aren’t real, you know you’re slipping away, only gonna be your guardian for long so don’t make a mistake. Go away, go away, go away now and into heaven your soul will be allowed. But if you’re not peace with the lord, one can only hope for so much of a dream world.
Hey there! I just discovered I had somehow not read most of your poems yet for NaPo, and I love the variety you have here as well as the imaging pairs and interesting formatting you're doing in some of these. I have to say I really enjoyed the "kite" poem and love the galaxy one as well (especially those first 3 lines!) Beautiful work so far, I'll be curious to see what other areas you explore.
you should know i am a time traveler & there is no season as achingly temporary as now
always someone different always someone who isn't quite right some just stray a bit from the pack and half peek from under the bushes, where they have been set
and that is the saga of the lonely and lost and on the back of milk carton missing easter eggs
A dusty and old cowboy came into the bar and without a whisper or a crow, other men started to go For they knew this man and they knew him well and nobody wanted to deal with old drinkin' joe He sat down and flipped through some bills before throwning em onto to the table while the gunslingers all ran for the hill Joe turned to the man behind the bar and said with a rusty and grumpy start
I'll take this spot, bar keep you don't need to serve me a drink I'll just let my horse take a sleep and head on over to that new fangled ice rink
But if you're serving, I'll take a shot of that whiskey that causes men to say things like The moon is nothing but a hundred moths, about to take flight into a starry night Them boys don't know what they're chatting about cause I can come up with prettier words that that I'd call that midsummer's night eve something more like old Bill's dream
And he went on a talking bout all these things People started a listenin' and getting real keen it seemed old joe wasn't quite as bad as they said for he had alot of knowledge in his old drunken head Just sitting there at the bar with the rest of the guys. six rounds were bought, five by one particular guy he never paid a cent that night, cause everybody was distracted by his talks of breaking into the mint
Now it seemed that Joe was a con man from far outta town originally a gambler from a sunny ocean town and he knew how to talk and make people listen walked down the street and ladies would whistle but he moved out west, to get away from gamblin' and instead took rest as a gun slinging, hill billy, singing man
He took up the stage and took off his shoes and headed on over to play some pool Picked up the waitress with just one hand and said Boys get together and form a band just a couple more people and we'll be ready to jam
That's how whole town got up to stand and took a place in Old Jim's band Mike was playing on the bold banjo and Tom and Rob were ready to rock and roll Said to all the passerbys, why you taking a stroll
Jim played the silver harp and Susy sang her part and the whole saloon, was jamming to Old Jim's tunes Rocking around the clock, to the drunken old man's hymns And that's how the foggy bar's nightly band began
