Oogie Boogie songOOGIE BOOGIE-Oogie Boogie song11 years ago in Typographical
You're jokin', you're jokin',
I can't believe my eyes.
You're jokin me, you gotta be,
This can't be the right guy.
He's ancient, he's ugly,
I don't knoe which is worse.
I might just split a seam now
If I don't die laughing first.
When Mr. Oogie Boogie says
There's trouble close at hand,
You'd better pay attention now,
'Cause I'm the Boogie Man.
And if you aren't shakin',
Then something's very wrong.
'Cause this may be the last time now,
That you hear the boogie song, ohhh
Ohhh, i'm the Oogie Boogie Man.
Well if I'm feelin' antsy,
And there's nothin' much to do,
I might just cook a special batch
Of snake and spider stew.
And don't ya know one thing,
That would make it work so nice?
A roly-poly Sandy Claws to add a little spice.
Oh, yeah, I'm the Oogie Boogie Man
Release me now
Or you must face the dire consequences
The children are expexting me
So please come, to your senses
Depressing PoemsSorry --Depressing Poems8 years ago in Other
What if she died?
And at the funeral her parents told you,
"You could have saved her from herself."
How would that make you feel?
And that night you went home
Sat in your room alone
And killed yourself
Just to be with her again and tell her
Why do people try to help me?
Do they care?
I guess they do
But all I do is hurt them
She keeps trying to help me
But all I do is push her away
She's my best friend
Why can't I just let her help?
What if I died right now?
How would you fell?
Sad, depressed, torn apart?
Or would you feel nothing,
But an empty place that can never be filled again?
losing everything i never hadit's an early morning as the sun is rising, stepping into my mother's room and moving towards her bed, careful not to disturb the dark shadows on the walls, or the lulling silence that's filling the steps between us, i ask her when she wearily opens her eyes, "why was i born?"losing everything i never had6 years ago in Surrealism
her face held no expression, and she didn't reply
she didn't reply
i might as well not have gotten out of bed today.
i might as well be -
and sometimes as i'm sitting in the passenger seat, i lose track of where i'm headed. i lose track of the fact that i'm moving, i'm moving somewhere slowly across a map. i'm moving with the world, and i'm just one person out of so many. so fucking many. i watch the rode beneath the tires blur passed us. i watch the clouds drift along with us, the trees look like ghosts. i feel the time move along with us, as the sun falls to the floor and gives up letting the stars take it's place. the moon has painted my skin white, just as i sputter out my words and let them fade
This PainTears roll down my face,This Pain12 years ago in Other
As I cut myself,
To release the pain.
It hurts so much,
But feels so good.
The pain is draining from me,
In drops of blood.
As I watch my pain leave from me,
"How can this be,
That I have so much pain
When I'm only merely 16?".
Then I remember the past that I've had,
Memories of yelling,
all the awful scars.
I've cried too much,
I've hated so many,
That I don't think people will ever get me.
I come back from my world of thoughts
And realize that I've bled too much,
It's all over the counter,
It's becoming messy,
But I don't care.
I just want this pain out of me.
I'm starting to think that I can't go on,
That maybe I should cut deeper
Till there is no more pain or blood,
But then I remember,
That I may have a future.
I'll just have to wait out this pain
And let the blood dry up.
The stormCartilage-smooth azure extendsThe storm7 years ago in Surrealism
above bent heads.
Furrows s t r e t c h b e y o
the edge n
_Cipher__Cipher_11 years ago in Cyber Poetry
by: Vanessa Mason
[section 2.0 / version 2.1]
I / O
to find your mind
in cybernetic binds
with point(.) and line(-)
in code and sign
You find your body left behind.
a symbol, a cipher
a code of opposites
in this transcendental space
base instincts find themselves replaced
or superseded by the interface
from flesh and float
the graphic stimulus
is face to face in case
you need to pray
to the human race
it's closer than you'll ever get
your body sleeps
in semiotic dreams
from your self
you have become
you have been
you can't feel through fabrictonight the rain becomes the earthyou can't feel through fabric7 years ago in Other
falling from hidden spaces in the sky and swollen clouds
i hear it make mud of dirt, and lovers of friends
and ask, quiet, where are you going but down?
im not all there in the head
youre not all there in the head, my mother says
im not all there in the head i repeat
sometimes im there in my toes and fingers and heart as well
and now - in this downpour moment- i lie on the street
so warm that i think well thats where loves gotten to
but where is your shirt n? oh someplace else
and is that a light flickering in the house across the road? hide!
i rush in soaken with rain i watched fall (like stars)
am i poetic enough yet, yet?
leaving rain-prints on the carpet but mother wont mind
mind you she never minds anything if its mine
but then it stops a quick shut-eye stop
(i wonder) is it dew now that it sits like jewels upon the grass?
the wind is lovely in my ear, voice like rushing water
Fall.Fall9 years ago in Typographical
We always fall
with each other.
And later, when
out of love
under her spell)
from the pedestal
you'd put me on.
from cloud n
Let's Hate Age 11Let's Hate7 years ago in Other
We met in a room full of crowded people
who knew my name
they knew my face
and they knew things I didn't
Most people there knew his parents
and that was about it; the knowledg
You UnderneathYou Underneath9 years ago in Surrealism
brushing the willow,
swallow many branches, while
brushing the willow
they hear the
scratch, the bark
at the back of your throat.
Scratch the bark,
they hear the
brushing the willow,
They hear the
scratch, the bark
at the back of your throat;
scratch the bark
they hear the
brushing the willow
Feeling Adventurous?Oh God...Feeling Adventurous?8 years ago in Other
He's about to pass me,
about to brush me,
about to touch me,
I'm about to die.
He's about to move,
about to look,
about to smile,
I'm about to die.
He's a God.
he's a fever,
he's an ache,
he's a healing,
he's a break,
all I want,
are those lips,
all the time,
come to me,
and let me be,
just a little...
But only if you're feeling it,
the way I feel it too,
all I want is you,
come to me,
let me be,
just a litle crazy.
Put my hands in your hair,
put your hands on my waist,
hold me close,
pull me near,
then I'll know,
that you're sincere,
it hurts me,
not to have you,
can you feel my heart beat?
It beats for you,
all the time,
Your laugh is my music,
your smile my light,
your touch is my daytime,
your absence my night,
you stare through my shelters,
you break down my walls,
and I'll beg until you feel this,
my dictionary definitionhow not to be disappointed:my dictionary definition6 years ago in Other
never expect greatness from me;
stamp it from my thoughts
the moment it crosses my mind;
read me my own words, saying
i would like to be
good at everything but ex-
cellent at nothing;
know that haiku is irrefutable
evidence to my sorry head.
how to make me see sense:
slap me in the face
until my eyes are crooked
but my mind, spine, and morals
how to understand my inferiority complex:
i don't know what else i could ever give you-
you, the ever-saturnine stunner;
me, the never-beautiful slattern-
a placeholder at best from the start;
i will know this and never dream of leaving until
you tell me, "go."
how to touch me:
use heavy hands on my face
and gauze on my hips;
kiss my shoulder but know
that i will pay tomorrow for this;
look me in the eye
until i cry so loudly that the
neighbours call the police.
how to hurt me:
show me your heart;
prove that it beats;
tell me i am not enough
and i will tell you
you are right;
tell me the truth.
how to know me:
.- Blood Lust -.His hand, cool against my skin..- Blood Lust -.10 years ago in Surrealism
My warm breath carresses his neck as he leans back.
I hold my body close to his, pressing our warmth together.
Is this love?
I pull him towards me, and open my mouth wider.
His eyes flash towards me, shock showing in them.
I move closer to the warm flesh on his neck, my mouth aching to taste the blood running in the veins underneath...
Is this lust?
My teeth sink into the skin on his neck.
I hear him groan in pain, watch his eyes roll back.
His blood trickles down my chin, and it flows downmy throat.
This is bloodlust.
InsanityINSANITYInsanity9 years ago in Other
Some one is
to me-I swear-
All the walls
I watch you
up the phone-
"Too late," I
I Am BoromirI Am Boromir12 years ago in Typographical
I am the sun upon the dawn
the lighted beacon in the night sky
the star that shines the brightest
I am the jewel of the kingdom
I am the freedom of the land
the wildness of the mountain range
the serenity of the ocean
I am the spirit of the sky
I am the lover of peace
the silence in the air
and the quietness of the dusk
I am the flushing of your skin
I am the keeper of the city
born with sword in hand
blessed son of Gondor
I am Boromir
The Breath of GodI.The Breath of God9 years ago in Other
My bones have been like cabinets;
the hinges all dust, wood punctured.
Breathe, hope, stamina (the grains wheat enough to take on
absence, sweat, and nausea) were misplaced.
Their dearth rearranged my skeleton in certain places,
and I stuck out heresunk in there.
The nonexistence was pushy
bored with the fractures,
ignorant of setting the bone.
I was ignorant of setting the bone, too.
Mirrors were poor reflections,
wasted glass, unable to diagnose.
I was intact. It appeared
that way. The angles spoke of it
they expressed the wholeness of body. Sure they did.
It spoke of other images, too, the one image, mine
like silverware sticking out of me obnoxiously,
unkempt and gray and sharp, with no regard for
But I was still fleshstill, I had
eleven ribs, eight fingers, two kneecaps.
And my marrow
had air pockets.
Chalk OutlinesChalk Outlines10 years ago in Surrealism
Hold my hand.
and together we'll walk into darkness. side by side.
not to be torn a part.
our dreams trying to lead us into different directions.
We let them die.
like our stories. our friends. our hopes. our wishes.
they got old and worn out. We'd do anything to be together.
(We are a puzzle.)
the 2 of us.
leaving the world around us incomplete
like a big puzzle that's lost it's pieces.
(We were a puzzle.)
we outlined ourselves in chalk. again.
to keep us safe. to stop the outside world from drawing us back.
drawing us a part from each other.
To belong to something that didn't rightfully deserve to
so we came back
and killed it.
everything was alright.
at least for a while.
then he came.
Sunday in the Kitchendear mother,Sunday in the Kitchen7 years ago in Other
i ask you how far we are from heaven.
hunched over the sunday paper like a patient gargoyle.
your eyes blinking too often, and tongue snaking
around in your mouth, as if the answer is hidden between your teeth.
you hum holy bars in the kitchenette.
say "hallelujah means praise yahweh, praise the lord"
say "angels must rest on the tongue of that word"
say "angels, oh angels hallelujah, hallelujah, rest in me"
but you haven't slept in weeks.
i hear you sob sigh into the night like a prayer.
like your table lamp is the closest thing to heaven-gates.
sometimes i still wish i could pray with you.
pluck off our sorrow feathers and
watch the angels carry them through the ceiling.
hold your hand like a steady branch
and breathe free.
but i know i'd either start laughing, or crying.
and both are told to be inappropriate during prayer.
what rests upon your tongue, but the paste of morning?
the old words, of dead men. the wet remains of one thou
Degrees Warped By FragmentsDegrees Do Worse Warped By FragmentsDegrees Warped By Fragments10 years ago in Surrealism
I sit among a contingent of fresh-faced athletes doing mostly
Reading a book on the crosses of cosmogony when I feel a hand
On my shoulder. I turn around like a toddler's wind-up toy and
No face to match the arm suspended in space by something unseen
Faces of clocks abound on every wall I sit across from, next to or
It makes no sense to me. Half an hour will pass before I have slept
Hours, and yet exhaustion always accompanies me, even during the
Rush of excitement I feel when the clocks cease ticking.
Library books are beginning to pile up, most of them long overdue
On shelves read less than twice, ones never even cracked open for a
At their lively entrails, innards I normally would be happy to gorge on.
I sit in the dark and wait for hunger to take me somewhere new.
Game shows are on and I have to buy a vowel to finish the conversation
Are having at the dinner table.
How to kill a writerInk on a blank sheet, suck dry a bodyHow to kill a writer6 years ago in Other
through the pen sitting between a finger
and an open vein, he won't last longer
than the emptiness written about she.
Words to enlighten the path leading your
spark to the edge of the world, it's futile
when you're already falling, it's obscure.
we're losing him.
Paper to walk on like a white tile
ready to be broken by many she.
It's too late.
Used to live but forgot when he
It's too late,
satan threw me a slumber partyim tiredsatan threw me a slumber party6 years ago in Surrealism
of you, and
im tired of
im tired of OCD,
im tired of poetry,
im tired of counting
and miscounting sheep,
im tired of losing my mind
to cosmetic con artists who make
more money than banks,
who make more sense
than a vending machine;
who make their mind up,
not minding their dirty,
oh, how i envy those poisoned Disney Princesses
im tired of blitzkrieg alarm clocks that snooze louder than me,
im tired of vinyl pinups (un)dressing up my hypnophobic lids
im tired of the poltergeist who keeps fucking up cushion clouds
im tired of my revolving eyelash nightmares opening too soon;
and im most certainly tired of the technicolor monsters
living six feet under my bed
the ones that scream me caffeinated lullabies,
beneath bedlam bedbugs, to scare me awake,
so i can daydream of dormancy
the next morning.
the crows have risen,
and the roosters snore
until i wake u
Hello, Dear Knife.Hello, my friend.Hello, Dear Knife.11 years ago in Typographical
It's been awhile.
Why, hello! How have you been?
Well, lately I can't
Seem to smile.
Sit you down, and let's begin.
So sorry to disturb you,
Hush hush, let me just make you bleed.
I crave the comfort of
Sit still, and just relax my love.
I know exactly what you need.
It's your comforting
Sting I seek…
I knew that you'd come crawling back…
I know my self-control
…For what I offer's what you lack.
Slice me up, let my
As you wish; I will comply.
For the hole I drown in
Is far too deep.
All bloodied up! Now look…Oh my!