OMG I found some old poems so i posted them - the spelling errors
Don't ask me what i think even i don't know
Ice cream
Melting down like ice cream
The taste ever so sweet
This delectable morsel ever so juicy
A feeling so overwhelming
That few ever speak it's name
For it is only a feeling
A simple yet complicated feeling
Like a banana split ice cream
A child without a name
Who is it to say it's sweet
Or bitterly overwhelming
Or unwelcomingly juicy
It flows freely this juice
Caused by theses feelings
By these thoughts that overwhelm
Like chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream
I know it is sweet
This thing without a name
I could speak it's name
But it would lose it's juiciness
It's so fewly spoken sweetness
Then it would be only a feeling
Of vanilla ice cream
But still so overwhelming
Ever so overwhelming
That I can't speak straight to say its name
Strawberry sherbet and chocolate sherbet ice cream
Making me want more of this juicy
Unholy torture of a feeling
So bitterly sweet
So agonizingly sweet
To hate this overwhelming
Swelling feeling
Screaming my name
Filling me with it's juice
The melting ice cream
Save me from the ice cream
This overwhelming
Feeling without a name
Hi-Ku-s
The butterfly goes
Squish under my feet like peanut butter
Yum
Bushes of flowers
Sit in the sun weltering
Waiting for the rain
Lemerk
There once was a girl named Hairy
Who had to carry things quite scary
The bag broke and fell
She damned it to hell
And now she has a date with Larry
Beautiful Oblivion
Love is an empty shell
Waiting to be filled
It can overfill and overwhelming
And when it runs dry
One must look for someone
To fill them again
A heart so cold
A touch so warm
Come together
To make something
So destructive
Yet so lovely
A beautiful Oblivion
A powerful tornado
A still reflection
Of watery garden
A reckless fire
Burning brightly
Fames dancing
To an unheard song
The beat of her own drum
When the destruction
Fades and beauty dies
All thats left is black
Ash a former figure
Of what was
The beautiful oblivion
Untitiled
We are free to speak our minds
behind closed doors and blinded eyes
to scream at the top of our lungs on mute
and express our anger in things so cute
to think simplistic not to break those ritualistic
are my thoughts too complex for the realm
too authentic for the administrate simplistic
too radical for the video
we all free to speak our minds
behind the beeps and bells that tie behind the controls is that obstruct our justice our truth our sincerity
by our regulation it is punishable by death
may our horde twist the turn table
and give them the freedom to speak their minds
with open doors and opened eyes
Ice cream
Melting down like ice cream
The taste ever so sweet
This delectable morsel ever so juicy
A feeling so overwhelming
That few ever speak it's name
For it is only a feeling
A simple yet complicated feeling
Like a banana split ice cream
A child without a name
Who is it to say it's sweet
Or bitterly overwhelming
Or unwelcomingly juicy
It flows freely this juice
Caused by theses feelings
By these thoughts that overwhelm
Like chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream
I know it is sweet
This thing without a name
I could speak it's name
But it would lose it's juiciness
It's so fewly spoken sweetness
Then it would be only a feeling
Of vanilla ice cream
But still so overwhelming
Ever so overwhelming
That I can't speak straight to say its name
Strawberry sherbet and chocolate sherbet ice cream
Making me want more of this juicy
Unholy torture of a feeling
So bitterly sweet
So agonizingly sweet
To hate this overwhelming
Swelling feeling
Screaming my name
Filling me with it's juice
The melting ice cream
Save me from the ice cream
This overwhelming
Feeling without a name
Hi-Ku-s
The butterfly goes
Squish under my feet like peanut butter
Yum
Bushes of flowers
Sit in the sun weltering
Waiting for the rain
Lemerk
There once was a girl named Hairy
Who had to carry things quite scary
The bag broke and fell
She damned it to hell
And now she has a date with Larry
Beautiful Oblivion
Love is an empty shell
Waiting to be filled
It can overfill and overwhelming
And when it runs dry
One must look for someone
To fill them again
A heart so cold
A touch so warm
Come together
To make something
So destructive
Yet so lovely
A beautiful Oblivion
A powerful tornado
A still reflection
Of watery garden
A reckless fire
Burning brightly
Fames dancing
To an unheard song
The beat of her own drum
When the destruction
Fades and beauty dies
All thats left is black
Ash a former figure
Of what was
The beautiful oblivion
Untitiled
We are free to speak our minds
behind closed doors and blinded eyes
to scream at the top of our lungs on mute
and express our anger in things so cute
to think simplistic not to break those ritualistic
are my thoughts too complex for the realm
too authentic for the administrate simplistic
too radical for the video
we all free to speak our minds
behind the beeps and bells that tie behind the controls is that obstruct our justice our truth our sincerity
by our regulation it is punishable by death
may our horde twist the turn table
and give them the freedom to speak their minds
with open doors and opened eyes