dumb
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Plus que tu me méprises
Plus que tu me dis des bêtises
Plus que tu m’abuses
Plus que tu fais des ruses
Plus que tu me maudis
How long have I stared into this lightbulb?
It’s blinding white has faded and turned into a dull pink.
I know it’s still white, and my eyes are simply tiring from the brightness,
I was either
too young or too naive
too selfish or too needy,
But your love was the thing I needed.
Never had I loved
someone’s eyes,
Cuz you know,
why you gotta try?
Plenty of people have gone through life
not trying or caring
so why me?
Cuz you know,
why you gotta think?
I've met plenty of people in my life
I look down and see your name on my phone
but I won't stop because
I'm almost home.
But little did I know when I got there
the house would be full of nothing but despair.
hmm. dumb diddy dumb.
i love rum.
i suck my thumb.
and I just suck.
and I call this... poetry.
Seriously?
I think I made a mistake
It's not that I meant to be mean
It's just that I wanted the tension to break
It was just one little mannerism not meant to be seen
She gave me this look
I feel like a mime, doing eye-catching sign language to someone that is legally blind, but hopelessly I'll continue to look,
who do you think you are
you know the extent of my volnerabillity
you are aware that i am but a delecate china doll
yet you expect me to allow you to hold me
They go through their motions numbly
Like stiff, rickety robots without a care
They move through their actions dumbly
Like they could honestly be anywhere
Yet here I stand watching them numbly
Perfection, Caught in a moment so complex that the average mind cannot comprehend such an unexpected necessity.
To lie in arms, embracing what is and doomed never to be.
I love him,
He loves me,
But how could I be so dumb?
Why can't I see?
This is wrong,
But it feels so right,
To be in his arms
And to hold me tight.
LN Wildcats don’t need your advice
Throwing up hands and rolling the dice
If our whack teachers had enough spice
Then they wouldn’t be paying the price
Math’s a subject unknown to me
I refuse to pay attention
You've proven you know less than I.
Any day of the week, let me
Teach the class you simply can't.
It's crazy, this process of yours
Which leaves students feeling confused.
Teacher, teacher, I have something to say
you have a lot of studies but none help
you're helpless when it comes to teaching
I should know maths, but you aren't helping!
I am the 420th Super Poet,best believe that I know itnow please pardon me for a moment inhaling smoke might make me blow it.
School was a blur,
I wish it were
more fun.
First Period: I stepped in gum.
squish, squash.
Second Period: My brain on overload: numb.
zzzt, peeeww.
A dream is supposed to be love and keen
but a dream deferred can prevent even the craziest dream
Will you let color, age or sex defer your dream?
or will you trust, believe, love and achieve,
walking out in the after glowthrown about in the drunk beyond,looking for my wandering doglaid out upon the ground.
battle scars black and bluescratched up knees -all for you,that fence post did me in.
The thoughts of running myself into a car, or wrapping myself around a tree
is automatically followed by that of apathy
and then sorrow for even thinking of putting that kind of weight on my parents
Kids are steadily drooping out of school
Selling drug, hang in gangs becuase they think it's kind of cool
The list of the problems that are wrong with America
Will have these kids rolling off into hysteria
Addicted to organization
through words, throughout your thoughts
Addicted " to a certain kind of sadness"
within your fears and your doubts
Addicted to the words that bring you up
Not trying to impress,
Only trying to express,
But i digress.
Ingest my ideas
Regress to a state
With no hate
Grate my brain to rid it of pain
I can't explain
O world refrain
