Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Drunken Brain Boxing.

Like most famous writers, I suddenly feel the need to post my feelings now that I am heavily intoxicated. Here goes.

Why are you reading this?
Why aren't you out doing something?
Something that will make you feel good about yourself?
You could be seeing things, meeting people, but here you are reading this bullshit.
Go on an adventure.
Take a flight with fate.
Wherever your feet may take you.

Sunday, April 18, 2010

The Joker.

A short, uninteresting poem I wrote entitled "The Joker."


I'm a common reminder of those kids you once knew,
The ones back in high school whose maturity never grew,
Really smart but no one expected much,
Rumor is his mind's a bit out of touch,
A joker in person,
A fighter at heart,
Writing down curse words,
And calling it art,
Reciting his works,
He reads to an empty hall,
They don't bother to listen,
They don't know him at all.