There once was a girl so depressed
she could not deal with her life so stressed
she cut herself with a knife
therefore stealing her life
now she lies in infinite rest
Daily Poems of Crap, written by me, Miss Kyoko, every day or praticaly never.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Addicted to my bed
Every morning i say
'I don't want to get it up'
but i never get my way
I can't wait to be in a coma
'I don't want to get it up'
but i never get my way
I can't wait to be in a coma
Monday, October 13, 2008
The Bus
I hate riding the city bus
smells i won't even discuss
don't think because i sit next to you
I want to hear what you've been through
I'm sorry i just don't care
My stop, are we there?
smells i won't even discuss
don't think because i sit next to you
I want to hear what you've been through
I'm sorry i just don't care
My stop, are we there?
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Math = Love
Let L equal the amount I love you
and let C equal the amount care
M equals the amount i will miss you
M=CL^2
and let C equal the amount care
M equals the amount i will miss you
M=CL^2
Friday, October 10, 2008
Don't think this is about you
There isn't anything left to say
these words are extinct
the passion; flown away
once it was but then we blinked
The space between us grew
forever we said, oh what a thought
but we hardly knew
that we were nought
these words are extinct
the passion; flown away
once it was but then we blinked
The space between us grew
forever we said, oh what a thought
but we hardly knew
that we were nought
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
i'm not a puzzle
you might not decode
this which I have bestowed
it's important though
I really do love you so
the future, is not to know
sometimes i'm afraid
where we'll be in a decade,
by then will we fade,
what lies down this road?
this which I have bestowed
it's important though
I really do love you so
the future, is not to know
sometimes i'm afraid
where we'll be in a decade,
by then will we fade,
what lies down this road?
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Not to talk about
what was left of the sun,
peaked through the curtain
we were laying there undone,
am I to leave? I felt uncertain
for once what the time was
didn't seem to matter
we didn't wish for it to pause
in silence, our souls were left to chatter
My eyes traced yours in mine
I can't write this line
peaked through the curtain
we were laying there undone,
am I to leave? I felt uncertain
for once what the time was
didn't seem to matter
we didn't wish for it to pause
in silence, our souls were left to chatter
My eyes traced yours in mine
I can't write this line
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