Silly
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i wake up and eat ice cream
suddenly i rise with scream
there was a nasty booger inside
then i went out in the yard
to try some sun tart
there was a sharp thing
that meet with my feet
Skiing down the steep slopes
twisting and turning then
skidding to a stop
sending up an arc of frosty flakes
Beginners follow like ducklings
Pizza slices ridging up the snow
I have ripped
the dress that was once
in your closet and which
you were going to wear
to the party.
Forgive me
I had to rip the dress
so you wouldn't
outshine me.
Yippie ki yay ki yo,
Singin along my bro.
Yippie ki yay ki ya,
Playin in the playa.
Yippie ki yay yahe,
Down the slope on ski.
Yippie ki yay Yamee,
Dancin with a shimmy.
Silver silver,
blue and bubble,
come with thee.
come with thee
For I am you,
and you are me.
Guide me,
guide thee,
follow through
as I'll follow you.
If you were a whopping fifteen feet tall,
you have to be used to watching everyone observe you,
a whopping giant standing above them all.
Watching all the tiny people around you screaming calmly,
What light lives inside you?
A message, like a neck I might graze,
Harder than cider to the tip of my tongue,
Skin terracotta, and glance just as glazed,
Maybe I love her more.
Then again maybe she loves me more.
To her love is a test.
I know I've missed my share of answers.
I looked at the clock.
Knowing I need to take my time but can't slow down.
A/N: I found this in an old journal from when I was a Freshman. Woke Freshman amirite
Knowing is only half the battle
Finding out makes you the best
Fighting back is not the rest
A dog without a feather,
A car without a sail,
My life without you pointless
As a frog without a tail.
As warts are for a princess,
Your love is for my life.
I need you like a daisy
Hop across the pads of lily
To where the grass is blue and silly
Swing among the baobab trees
And float like a leaf upon the breeze.
Then head over yonder,
You'll find me there,
Where the earth is rich
Muggy water, gooey mud
Lily pads with bright pink buds
A fish, a fly, a heron
Swarming swirling swamp, a heaven.
Rain! A great grey day.
We Got locked that dayIn top floor of our coachingDispersed late after 8On that busy Thursday evening
Beauty and the Beast may be
A tale as old as time,
But when adding in apps like Tinder, we see
How it fits the modern dating paradigm.
The prince spent his night
Mindlessly swiping right
There once was a man with a bug.
It lived in his big old red rug.
Slept during the day,
Never got away,
But then was eaten by a pug.
Chilled pulp dribbles down my chin
And my hands stick together like an
Ankle length dress to my sweat drenched thighs in high humidity,
However, the miniscule struggles only increase the ecstasy in each nibble.
I have this feeling deep inside,
not quite like or appreciate.
I open my mouth to call it love,
but then I pause, I hesitate.
I test the words: "I love you!"
They echo, cold, empty.
I'm not sure how it happened,Not for sure at all.I just know we got here,Still standing through it all.
He believes in me,No matter what goes on.His smile is all I need;It keeps me standing strong.
Together we stand
with the shore at my feet
I hold you so close
that we are complete
The sun shines overhead
the waves dance and crash around
They sing and they chant
so that we almost drowned
Oh sandwich of ham how great you are.Your taste and tang must be from a far.Delectable are your properties,Your bread, ham, lettuce, mayo, and cheese.
Oh! Fork, you are so silver and strong.
You help me eat my salad.
This is why I write a ballad.
Oh! Fork with no distinct handle.
Picked up ham, cucumber and leaf
Cheese and Onion and beef
Mary had a rack of lambBasting oh so slowAnd everywhere that Mary wentThe rotisserie would goFlocks began to wane and thinThis Mary was a gluttonAnd everywhere that Mary went
Here’s a silly poem I came up with. Disclaimer: It is NOT to be taken seriously. I was inspired by a Limerick poem which is meant to be silly and weird. Often times they make little to no sense at all.
You see that silly girl making faces?
Her tongue out, and crooked smile?
Yeah, that's me.
In all my glory,
With hair that doesn't want to cooperate,
And Acne that's hard to cover up.
T ree cut for
I nsertion of nose or
S anitation of any or all
Snot that is running out and
U nderneath your nostrils that just needed to
E xit your nasal cavity resulting in cleaner air filtration
Lovers hold hands
So instead let’s hold feet
Hands can let go
But feet chain us free
We’ll walk about town on our
Blistered black hands
But we’ll never stray far; our ankles
Made friends
There was a young man from Nantucket
Who, probing deeply, found a large nugget
Being pious to a fault
He locked it in the vault
'Til Sunday, when he took it to Church in a bucket
When I first found out,
There was a monster under my bed,
There wasn't a doubt,
I was scared half to death.
I tried counting sheep,
And counting to ten.
I was still losing sleep,
There once was a womanizing lord
Whose wife was terribly bored.
And said she one day,
As he started to stray,
Come, be still and lay in my arms;No one can resist my many charms.I'll keep you warm and you can rest your headYou'll never want to leave me, for I am your bed.
Hopping hormones rage. Don't be silly, wrap it up. But some do not care.
Some things are said,
Some just thought,
Some are read,
Some I have sought.
Some things are brown,
Some can be blue.
But everything comes crashing down...
And I still love you.
The Sky is blue,And full of poo,falling, spiralling, down,from white and brown-speckledcreatures They call seagulls.
And the moral of this story is-Shit happens.
Feeling is so overrated.
So I've decided not to do "that" anymore.
"That" is like licking the pages of a cookbook,
Stupid and silly.
Before nothing mattered. But for many, their worlds have shattered. So different to this kind. Same age, different mind. No shows with real people and actors. Cartoons are the only thing I can factor. Maturity is such a silly thing. So what if pl
Brows,
They live there with grace
just over my eyes, below my forehead.
And they seem to be laced
much higher than
other features of my face.
And I sometimes wonder
What’s a dream when it only lasts until you wake up? And there’s never a way of knowing if it will ever come true. If only we can choose when to experience déjà vu. Then I would choose to relive every moment with you.
The man proclaimed he was a genius:
they scoffed and asked for proof.
He looked them straight in both their eyes, said:
"Sirs, the first from you."
There are all kinds of mustaches
With different character and purpose.
Some are grown as thin as eyelashes,
Others look like little squirrel corpses.
Whether they are long and feathered
Or small and grotesque,
“Greetings friend,” said I.
“Do you need help?” asked my friend.
“Oh, no thank you,” was my reply,
So my friend said, “this will only meet a bitter end.”
“I’m here by no accident,” I explained.
“Greetings friend,” said I.
“Do you need help?” asked my friend.
“Oh, no thank you,” was my reply,
So my friend said, “this will only meet a bitter end.”
“I’m here by no accident,” I explained.
I drink from my cup. I lift it right up. I drink water, juice, and milk. They all go down smooth like silk. Oh, how I love my cup.
Silly girl
You were once so
Driven by your past
Your daddy would get high
And your mother would cry
You wanted out of that life
Then you forgot where you came from
And partied like the ones before
