This is my poem
I’ll use the word phloem
To make it rhyme
I also would like a lime
It’s got vitamin c
Which might be good for me
I wonder if I have plans for today
What is the way
Is there a way
To go to bed and chill with my cat
But he just likes to lay on the mat
To make this poem a poem
I’ll include a phloem
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I wrote one earlier today hold on ill type it 
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Roses are red
Violets are blue
I’ve got schizophrenia
How about you
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What happened to the poem.
I love to walk
I don’t often talk
I eat with a spoon
Not with a fork
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I like eating with a spoon. It gathers food better sometimes
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It just rhymed
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a poem about a poem
but what does that mean, pholem?
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ahhaha you cracked me up
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I remember that word from secondary school. It’s something in a plant that transports things
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Reflections by the water
you stirred it up and made a face
they say that life’s a losing game
i hope that i don’t lose my place
a flickering flame he wont extinguish
a broken reed he wouldn’t break
he treated us like sons and daughters
and bound us up and payed the stay
the world is decrepit and quickly decaying
were looking for shelter and somewhere to stay in
where looking for something; were looking for life
don’t live for tomorrow, only live for tonight
it will be enough, i promise i swear!
by the moon and the stars he will always be there
never give a care, always be prepared
and store up grain because they days already here
are you hearing me? the word that i echo
the gesture and chuckle are only helping me to let go
how heavy the shekel that sits in the caravan
of merry men who carry it and then…
by wings of a dove we fly in the sky
or we fall and we sink in the water quick
the depths of its heart and its farness from light
oh to ponder it makes me sick
it is not worth it, were made for a purpose
and without messiah our sins will resurface
he paid for the debt that we owed when we hurt him
he hung on the beam and the curtain was opened
to expose the deciet of philosophy
if the truth is before me then what is it stopping me?
this is a proof that my pride is a property
chained to the weight of this world by my own hand
what a sham! repeat. what a defeat.
Jesus please help me to weep at your feet
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I already posted mine it’s not a poem but a song, it’s incomplete. i’ll post again
[with my own rags on
i’ll be
free to roam
I haven’t ate for days
I can
feel my bones
yeah with my own rags on.]
the words used to mean something to me. a lifestyle I wanted to lead. now I fear I’ve just gotten fat on meds. the words ring a little hollow now…im not living as close to the lyrics anymore
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I’m going to be careful what I say
so as of naysayers like to say bad things about me and ruin my day
but hey I can’t just lay here and let him win I got a lot to do now and then
it’s not like I’ve ever been so low that I can get up
cuz someone carries me through cuz he made me that’s just the way it is
so I got a buck up
there up under it
is what it is that’s the way I look at it
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I don’t write poems, but I have one that I think of as “mine”. I can’t post it here because of the ending, but everyone in the poem thinks the main subject is excellent and has it all, and it turns out they are wrong.
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I’m posting in a poem thread
Not sure if it’s going to get read
Smoking a cigarette as I read the ones here
Smoke hits my eye and I shed a tear
I should probably quit chain smoking
I’m tired of the coughing and choking
Here’s one about things running through my head lol.
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I sit and sit
Glued to my chair
Frozen in fear
Of the unknown
Knowing
What tomorrow brings
I just want
To stay in bed
And forget the promises
I need to keep
Waiting
For the phone to ring
So yet
I can send the call
Into outer space
Praying
The voice mail
Stays empty
I wish
They would leave me
Alone in my solitude
My mind keeps churning
Inside my head
Pressure building
Words escaping
My heart pounding
Trying to persuade
Myself that all
Is not as it seems
Trying to let go
Of the evil
And trying to live
Today has its own worries
So i sit and sit
Glued to my chair
Tomorrow is
A long time
Away
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I nominate @FatMama as best poet
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Aw thank you.
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