playing with words again

Scream no one can hear

Come undone no one can see

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Dream screams; no one hears,

they’ve lost their ears.

Stab wounds, there is no blood,

no scars, no love.

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Why, why, why.

Do you think you

need to know why.

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Spread your arms, flap and run,

perhaps you will take flight, like a penguin.

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I am a balloon. I float above the town, a renegade.

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Beer, wine and a bottle of whiskey.

Marlboros, a joint, just you and me.

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TODAY-RIGHT NOW!

I HATE LIFE-

SORRY BUT IT’S THE TRUTH.

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No smiles, just tears, no hope, just fears. No, no, no, no, no…

 

featured image by BLT

Staring (Part Two)

I’m going to write a happy rhyme.

Imaging “magic” words in line,

about life, so glorious and true,

filled with love, laughter and a cold brew.

I’m going to my happy place.

Where there is always a smiley face,

round, yellow, with an upturned line,

to show the joy in this heart of mine.

Yes, I’m going to write a happy rhyme.

Let the contentment fill my mind,

as I try and share the fantastic feeling

I get when I’m staring at the ceiling.

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(have a beautiful day, I say)

Throw Some Words by ifiweremeagain

You ever just throw some words together?

Words that will fly like birds of a feather.

Words that will capture a moment in time;

Words that thrill and at the same time rhyme.

Words that will reveal your deepest thoughts,

Words that will leave one’s stomach in knots.

Words that are brilliant and witty and wise;

Words that are real and easy on the eyes.

You ever just throw some words together?

Spider Hunter Master Blaster

A summertime spider crawls into my space;

my eyes grow large, a sense of panic, heart race…S.O.B.!

Spider moves like a race car across the wall;

I am not in the mood, for a spider hunt, at all.

I move, the spider moves; I move faster, the spider moves faster;

I am now the spider hunter-master-blaster.

It’s the same ol’ story,  most know it well,

the shoe meets the spider. What’s left to tell?