Poems

Here's where I share poems I have written. I'm not the best writer in the world, but I still enjoy doing it.

A Meaning I’ll take to the Grave.
There’s something special about a song
That suddenly stops but never ends
There’s something blue about a melody
That takes awhile to put a cleanse.
Where the music comes to start,
But never truly leaves a mark
At least not anymore,
As seen by the new shores
That we throw garbage and trash away
While they are similar, they aren’t to mash anyways.
And that’s a meaning I’ll take to the grave.

The birds outside fly overhead
Throughout the night, the flies never leave my bed
That those things I see aren’t fair,
But nobody ever cares.
We see the world as nothing new,
Just repeated delusions with nothing to lose
At least not anymore
As we’ve seen so many times while dragging chores
That they give up so easily
While there’s hardly a difference in people, we ridicule anyways
And that’s a meaning I’ll take to the grave.

People must understand
That the people who run it are as terrible as the land
The planets of Venus, Neptune and Mars
We aren’t going to make it too far.
So there’s a star beyond the universe who asks,
“Who’s going to make the last dance?”,
Song and melody
And rhythm and remedie.
So whatever, we whatever anyways
And persevere through the hardest days
Rotting food and meat
While they force us to beat
Each other up and die
Dominating the world we see and lie,
But apparently, it doesn’t matter anyways
And that’s a meaning I’ll take to the grave.

Oregon Guy
Bye, Bye
Mr. Oregon Guy
Who showed we will connect in times of dread
Who lead us to victory in moments of wanting to go to bed
Hi, Hi
Mr. Oregon Guy
You sparkle and shine
You never committed a crime
Morning, Morning
Mr. Oregon, we’re mourning
We are in a state of sadness and war
We are in a world of pain and other painful mores
So today’s the day the world dies,
Goodbye, Goodbye
Mr. Oregon Guy.

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