Old Poems

two old poems about the happy things in life..

Cure The Boredom

No riot sounds in quiet towns
No thieves, no noise, just trees and toys
The excitement’s up to us

The endless hunts for friends and blunts
The hol, the mall, it’s really all
We’ve got to entertain

There’s no gain to go sane, try cocaine
It won’t bite, just don’t fight, it’s snow white
Just a little stronger

Stronger than weed, not longer than speed
But the sight of the height makes it right and it’s white
Like most of us pretend we aren’t

Fast cars get rid of boredom, but we can’t afford ‘em
Only kids with rich daddies get caddies, but fatties...
Leave the rolling up to us

We go with the flow, we know and we grow
We do not conform to the storm of the norm
Exhaustion, we’re too cool to sleep

The music defines us, the rubric designs us
Try to sleep quicker, and seep thicker, with cheap liquor
Anything to cure the boredom


This Is Real

Lying, crying, and dying
Definitions we’re defying

Fading, aiding, debating
Destructive dangerous dating

Abusing, bruising, losing
Readily reluctant, refusing

Poor whores need more scores
Stealing stealthily at stores

Ingesting, molesting, infesting
Angry and always arresting

Deep diving, driving, surviving
The thrills they’re constantly thriving

Not admitted, acquitted, he did it
Blew the breathalyzer, his tounge, he bit it

Planet abandoned and stranded
Strictly speaking, I can’t stand it

Deaths, threats, it upsets the rests
But every one eventually forgets

It’s all real.

Poetic Ramblings 12/13/08

Pink

I was dressed in a completely inappropriate shade of pink
I've been made to think that pink is the only color
I must dress to fit in , I sit in piles of light red and
Due to the fright, dread blue jeans and tshirts on my body
No hottie will like me if i dress slightly boyish
Girly is the way, but surely today I feel most out of place in dress
This feeling though esapes the rest, they're dressed in white and black
Despite the lack of boy-like clothes I'm embarassed, I fade and shrink
I'm at a party for black and white in a bright hot shade of pink


Infidelity

When I said I did, well I really didn't
I'll admit it 'till death do us part
I won't lie anymore, I'll no longer sit in
The pile of deceit in my heart
Yes Charlie was lovely, and David was too
Mark's wife had a tear in her dress
As my stilettos rolled over the rip in it grew
Though Mark was not even distressed
These men were amazing, way better than you
Which is perhaps why I went to them then
Then stumbled on home, and you never know
Compared to you they are actually men
You finally found proof, it was about time
Of course I don't wear boxer briefs
This may seem strange because they aren't mine
But I wanted a token for keeps
So now will you divorce me? I've been waiting so long
Do you feel you've been played with and toyed?
Now that you end the marriage, you think you are strong
But the prenuptial agreement is void

Per Stephanie's Request

I created this blog mainly because Stephanie Chin told me to and I guess I am her minion of sorts.

If you like to read poems created in ten minutes that contain rhyme and some kind of meter then stick around.

I hardly ever revise poems which is why they may seem uncontrolled, but that's how I like them.

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