I Keep on floating like a rootless weed,
like a animation that's played on repeat.
Every time I come across a half-forced smile,
Reminds me of the cracks on a temple's tile.
Staring at the mirror there's the useless me,
Feeling like a sailor drowned by sirens at sea.
Casted away into the sea,
I heard Wilson call to me.
My reflection had been gone for a while.
Like a bad song on a radio, I changed the dial.
Now, this positivity I try to play on repeat.
I grow and grow planting new seeds.
Parodies count as poems, right?
Hi dear, can you please put on your cloth? (on cloth)
Let us go and take a nice walk (nice walk)
You so butifull when you wear your diaper
Put on your pants too, now you're looking dapper
I must say, I am surprised there was nothing about procreation.
You didn't even include anything on masturbation.
You did bring up things about children,
And I am not surprised there are diapers again.
Hello dear
It's been a long time
I've been trying to reach you
About your car's extended warranty
(I am just going to repost my scammer poem here.)
I tried to call you about your student loans,
But you wouldn’t pick up the phone.
I tried to scam you yesterday,
But you hung up right away.
I called you from my call center,
But you wouldn’t answer.
Pick up the phone, and I guarantee,
We will talk about your car’s extended warranty.
See that boy upon the stair?
Is it strange he wasn’t there?
That boy not there? That was me!
Don’t forget what you cannot see.
I’m a secret agent from Utopia
Holy man wandering Dystopia
Keep your head, smile right
Don a mask, move at night.
I'm just an agent of Utopia
Utopia…
Moving through the halls of power.
Coming upon the assassin's hour.
Try to find my four oh four
Knives will flash. Think no more.
You’re a secret agent from Utopia
A holy one wrapped in Dystopia
Pray to the god which you upload
He's trademarked, bought and sold
You're just an agent of Utopia
Utopia…
Work toward what’s just and right
Wear a soul black as night
Supplying your martyr need
Whispers plant a poison seed
We’re secret agents from Utopia
Holy ones crusading in Dystopia
If they ask you, why you fight
One answer is always right...
I fight for the nation Utopia
Everyone is fighting for Utopia
We’re all on the side of Utopia
Just a bunch of secret agents from Utopia
Utopia…
Utopia.
Words of an Eldritch God,
The enigmatic enters my mind.
Cursed letters otherworldly, enter the plot.
But still I find,
The gentle hug of the void caresses me another time.
The soothing poetry of an abomination still shines.
FLUFFY
Feast your eyes, for this is glorious stuff.
Like all good things, there's never enough.
Underrated by many, and that's no bluff.
For those that miss out, they got it rough.
For crying out loud!! I want to give a huff!!!
You
know you want to touch it, the fluff.
Vampires are friends of the fluff lovers.
Again, I shouldn't have expected any others.
Miraculous words from a Stealthy Enigma,
Pondering about the fluff stigma.
Imagining huffing it all as you sit there.
Respond, I do, from my crimson chair.
Endeed, you are fluff aware.
Like nails on chalkboards I will share my rhyme,
Dissonant, dreadful, decidedly bad,
But I expect you'll tell me it's sublime,
For you are kind and would not make me sad.
And so your kindness I'll try to repay,
With lines less dreadful I wrote yesterday.
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Why I Write
I do not write for money,
And even less for fame,
I write because I have to,
It's simply who I am.
I'm a jack of many trades,
And the master of a few,
But they do not define me,
They are just the things I do.
What I write will not endure,
Much of it will not be read,
Little of all I publish,
Will survive long once I'm dead.
I'd write if no one read me,
In ink, on sand or in blood,
As long as reason abides,
I know that I will not stop.
It is so for all of us,
Who are writers at our core,
Writing is our very essence,
It is who we are, no more.
Thanks for sharing your writing story.
This poem is amazing for me.
We all try to do our best to put us down.
Still our words fill pages we bound.
Write your heart out, and deliver
True words from the Victor.
