Devious Journal Entry
the sadsRolling down the street, so nice; just nicely strolling, always going. Never stopping, halting is the thing of danger see? And so I'm always moving, grooving to the life thats given me So many ups, and downs, and side to sides and hopes 1,2,3,4 and 5. And as i'm strolling, trolling, rolling down the street so nice, Theres are always sads, and those sads upset me. They upset me so when they make me think Bad. always stopping, those sads, always stopping and stopping; Always ceasing to move those sads are. Always halting the line, always stopping the flow of thethe sads
Ups so sad to be stopp
The Pokingthey haunt my dreams,The Poking
they haunt my thoughts,
they sit there in the meadow grass.
they sit there. always sitting there,
poking me with shards of glass.
these shards of glass, they pain me so.
they will not go away.
these memories, vile, putrid memories.
they never stop,
always poking me.
Coming of age with The ManThe one man said, so deep in my head: "Hello there, young child. would you like to play a game?"Coming of age with The Man
And I said: "Sure one man, I'll play your game. What is this game you speak of?"
"Its called Here and There child. I have a Here, and I have a There. You must pick a spot between them if you can."
"Thats easy," I said, "what do the Heres and theres mean sir?"
"Well," he said oh so placidly, "One is happy, the other sad. The trick is to find a way to the middle. A maze if you will, child."
"Well, why can't I just be happy all the time?" I had asked so sweetly.
"IT'S AGAIN
The Inner-WorkingsDear Joel, Why the long face? Your very pretty, and your good at what you like to do.The Inner-Workings
Dear Joel, I'm not pretty. And neither are you. I'm horrible at everything, I don't know what your talking about.
Dear Joel, Pssh! Your not horrible at EVERYTHING. Look at walking. Your good at that. And breathing?
Dear Joel, Oh Boy! Thanks Joel. I'm ever so glad that I'm so skilled in the arts of unconsious motor funtions and natural means of transportation.
Dear Joel, Come on, cheer up Emo kid... haha. Life is funny once you think about it. See? Ha Ha Ha Ha....
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Why There is no SunMy eyes are open, but it's still dark Somehow my life has missed its mark As i look back on all the wrong i've doneWhy There is no Sun
I realize why there is no sun The world is doomed that's all there is to it No one can help it, life is just shit I listen to children as they play You wouldn't believe the hateful words they say This is our innocence, our only hope No wonder they are turning to dope Our nation preaches we're all the same But when we leave the womb we have to earn our name All the world is fighting What about all the bombs everyone is hiding The world is doomed
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Wanted to say Thanx for the watch and the favourite.
I really like your stick figures. That's some righteous humor! I haven't seen stuff like that in a while.
I'm looking forward to seeing more, and you're a poet?
That's awesome, I love poetry! Keep at the cool stuff!
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Somedays, it's a good day to die. And somedays, it's a good day to have breakfast.
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