There's a time to sow,
And a time to reap, but I
Just don't have the time.
When running ragged
Every single day, a nap
Would be so sublime.
It's raining tonight
And I might listen to some
Knytt Stories music
Airpods are charging
Then what will I listen to?
What calls the loudest?
I like weird people
Weirdness is like innocence
Once it's gone, it's gone
I'm just one of those people still on the path of getting themselves out there in the world. If you're confused by my mug below you haven't read my profile. I point you to it.
Beautiful sunshine,
pissing wind. British April
just get the fuck out.
At 4/25/24 01:10 AM, RepriseAgain wrote:Beautiful sunshine,
pissing wind. British April
just get the fuck out.
My condolences;
I hate when it gets like that
Over here as well.
Someone please help me revive my clubs
At 4/25/24 08:50 AM, Thetageist wrote:At 4/25/24 01:10 AM, RepriseAgain wrote:Beautiful sunshine,
pissing wind. British April
just get the fuck out.
My condolences;
I hate when it gets like that
Over here as well.
Shit, 8 syllables
On the second line right there
I am not awake.
Someone please help me revive my clubs
Fuck this stupid place.
I wish I can escape now.
To far away now.
What a dream last night
Jimmy Neutron's Ms. Fowl
was singing Bad Boys
I'm just one of those people still on the path of getting themselves out there in the world. If you're confused by my mug below you haven't read my profile. I point you to it.
It is delicious.
Finally, some good fucking
weather. Bring on May.
I wrote a haiku
It is two in the morning
why do I do this
Dumbass
(I)ncredible love
(L)ike a bright light smouldering
(Y)elling from above
*xin laugh*
Head filled to the brim
Thoughts almost ready to spill
A flowing river
I think this is my first time ever posting in the Writing forum, and the first haiku I've written since I was a kid
At 6/6/24 01:51 PM, DrunkGecko wrote:you deserve to die
raped at 4, haunted for life
no one hears you cry
as you reach for help
spirits drag you back to hell
blood is a vile smell
trauma will linger
for the rest of your damned life
just kill yourself now
many spirits are
waiting for you in the dark
gagging final breath
you are now at peace
from your body you are freed
you can't hurt again
Welcome back, Gecko!
How have you been this Summer?
All of us missed you.
I'm just one of those people still on the path of getting themselves out there in the world. If you're confused by my mug below you haven't read my profile. I point you to it.
Gleaming amber eyes
Soft black fur, warm to the touch
You are missed, my friend
Emitting white noise
Poor reception, no HD
Nothing but static
Fuzziness clouds me
Struggling to load properly
Broken aerial
I'm enjoying writing these haikus, dunno how long I'll keep this up for though
Why do we have so
Many labels when it's so
Very limiting?
I'm not just one thing.
Can we be summed up in just
A couple of words?
Labeling ourselves
Only serves to do more harm
Than good. So, then...why?
*sips tea, introspectively*
My teeth are itchy
oh god please help me it burns
I am a go-cart.
*spills cup*
If you read this, you get a virtual cookie
At 6/13/24 05:09 AM, Tangerine wrote:My teeth are itchy
oh god please help me it burns
I am a go-cart.
*spills cup*
How could someone's teeth
get itchy, that's like if your
hair started to hurt
I'm just one of those people still on the path of getting themselves out there in the world. If you're confused by my mug below you haven't read my profile. I point you to it.
I see the mirror.
Stranger looking back at me.
He is very sad.
Ticking like a bomb
Impending detonation
Waiting to explode
Increasing heart rate
Fuse shortens by the second
A deafening boom
Pursue your passion.
If you don't then you will die
Before your heart stops.
At 6/14/24 11:32 AM, AceMantra wrote:Pursue your passion.
If you don't then you will die
Before your heart stops.
They say, "If you do
What you love, you'll never work
A day in your life."
It's Saturday night
But there's no fever tonight
It's pretty cold out
At 6/13/24 12:57 PM, art-dude wrote:At 6/13/24 05:09 AM, Tangerine wrote:My teeth are itchy
oh god please help me it burns
I am a go-cart.
*spills cup*
How could someone's teeth
get itchy, that's like if your
hair started to hurt
Don't give God ideas
Nobody should feel their hair
That sounds horrific
*unspills up*
If you read this, you get a virtual cookie
One hand grips the wheel
Distracted, right lane hugging
Hurry up and merge
Some people need their driver's license revoked
At 6/23/24 03:42 PM, DrunkGecko wrote:Wellness check, midnight
Bloodstained rope holds my neck tight
Addict, there's no light
I am sad to hear
Despaired friends bring me to tears
Their demise I fear
I'm just one of those people still on the path of getting themselves out there in the world. If you're confused by my mug below you haven't read my profile. I point you to it.
