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.

I'd start a Procrastinators Anonymous group if I wasn't too busy watching stupid youtube videos. (Also, I should probably see about finishing those texts I want to write first...)

Don't think outside of the box. Take the box and make it into a castle. Or a boat. Or a tree house. Or fill it up with stuff. Or use it to stand on. Boxes are great for lots of things.

Ode to the one thing that makes life bearable

Ode to the one thing that makes life bearable
The sun on your face,
From where the curtains don't close,
Find your way through the maze,
That the sandman chose.

The night is long over,
New dawn broke hours ago,
You try to turn over,
But know a lost case when you see one and so;

Turn over one more time, roll over the edge of your beloved bed,
Warm feet hit cold, cold floor,
The tone for a new day is set,
And you stumble through your bathroom door.

Spray of hot water,
Right onto your sleepy (sleeping?) face,
Waking up will have to happen later,
For now everything remains a sleepy haze.

Down the stairs and set the kettle,
On the stove without a thought,
By the table now you settle,
Thinking that you really aught-

A sharp whistle tears sweet silence,
Of your early morning haze,
Breaks through thoughts with early morning violence,
And for the first time, brings a smile upon your face.

As you breathe in the stream,
Of today's first cup of tea,
For the first time it would seem,
Today might actually be a good place to be.

Today, I'm breaking up with you. I have a date with Tomorrow and it seems way more promising than anything you have to offer me. Please just leave me alone! I mean it! Don't contact me again, Today!