Some misery can only be expressed by truly bad poetry

Really Bad Poetry

Sun oh sun,
How could thy betray me so,
The morn was filled with promises,
That upon me your rays you'd bestow.

Sun oh sun,
How could thy hurt my fragile trust,
By letting raindops (teardrops) raindrops,
Fall down upon me with such lust.

Sun oh sun,
I would attack thee justly as a lover scorn'd
If, sun oh sun,
I were not too distracted by the internet to give you the beating you so earned.

When I grow up I'm going to be an absent-minded professor. I'm just practicing.

Als ik later groot ben wordt ik verstrooide professor. Ik ben gewoon alvast aan het oefenen.

My Happy Ending

My Happy Ending

This is not the movies,
And it's not some corny book,
It is not some pretty daydream

That you dream when you can't bear to really look.

Please just listen when I tell you,
Happy endings, they don't work like this.
They're not tearful reunions
Or even true love's kiss.

Happy endings aren't about forever
And most certainly not about right now.
Happy endings aren't about winning every battle,
No matter how much I might wish that was how-

But happy endings are the balance,
That you make up when everything is done,

And you wonder if the sacrifices that you made,
Are really worth the prizes that you won.

So please let me decide my happy ending,
Please let me put value on the things that I give up,

Because in the end it's me that has to make up the balance
And decide if I came out on top.

My happy ending,
The one that's only mine to live,
Can after all only be built on the sacrifices,
That are only mine to give.