TBT: Night of Decadence

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Poem I wrote about prom 20 years ago. Cracks me up to read poems from high school me.

Pretty, glowing, cheerful girls all in a row,

Well dressed, handsome gentlemen ready to go,

So many soft, elegant dresses white as snow,

On her ear his soft breath softly blows.

A night under the clean bright stars so high,

Their bright light gleams radiantly in the sky,

Down below in the rusty dirt of the Earth,

The night gave way naturally to evil’s birth.

Dazed and confused and driving too fast,

In a bloody and morbid instant, part of the past.

Fair maidens too ignorant and too young,

In nine months must to the hospital run.

But have fun, please have fun,

And hope it’s not horribly glum,

For on this night your life could be done.

So soon will your beloved presence be forgotten.

Beware the date, the dance, on the night of decadence


TBT: Petting the Dog


A hunger deep in the bowels of his stomach burns
He’s begging, for a tiny doggie treat yearns
Whining and whimpering he sadly cries
His owner pats his head and clears the sadness from his eyes

Cold and wet the dog sits in the pouring rain
Sad and alone he sits in immense pain
The master abusing the creature for endless years
Calms him by softly scratching behind his ears

Beaten and bloody after another drunken rage
The dog didn’t want this to be just another page
With the sent of blood and memories of the past
He bit his master in his fat lazy ass

TBT: Too Much

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I know, it’s not Thursday. But high school throw back nonetheless

You say “I love you” still mist I request,
If yours is truly love substantially laid.
Methinks your love so shallow you have made,
If I had dove into your love at last,
My skull would I have cracked in half; so see,
To me is love a special thing, untouched.
I once had loved and found what love could be.
I long to love, have love returned as such.
And I would die to have such love from thee,
So stop, a little more could be, too much.


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Good to see I had some confidence back in high school lol

How grand it is to be me.
I live my life happily.
My soul and mind are free.
I have a good personality,
And I’m not too ugly.

TBT: President Kid

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If only the world was run by children.
Children are worth more than a billion.
They are honest,
And so very pleasant.
I think I want to elect one president.

TBT: All You Need is Love

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another poem from my youth, cheesy but cute, and yes, I was a huge Beatles fan

To not have to worry about money or wealth,
To never have problems with sickness or health,
If food was free, and there was plenty for me,
If the world was at peace, and there was oil in the East,
It would be nice.
But everything is literally uncontrollable.
It is a nice dream, and an immense goal.
It’s not something that will change overnight.
Hopefully someday we can live in an utopia,
But until then we must survive,
And keep our hopes alive.
So to walk down the long and winding road,
All you need is love.
Everything else is lace on the tapestry of life.

TBT: A Poem

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This was definitely a high school assignment. Why we were supposed to write a poem about poems I surely don’t know. But here was mine…

A poem is an element of wonder,

Such wonder is hard to describe.

A poem is never good, and never bad,

It cannot be graded on a scale.

A poem is any group of words,

In any order that seems fitting.

A poem can be as simple as breathing,

Or it can be as complex as dating.

A poem is a seed planted in the mind of the reader,

With proper food it can grow to be a great tree.

A poem can cause a tempest of the mind,

Or a melody of the heart.

A poem can bring out the best in you,

Or unleash the worst.

A poem is a language,

That speaks to us all.

A poem is a teacher,

From whom we all could learn.

More than anything else,

A poem is,

Whatever you want it to be.

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