patmanplus poems

No matter how much money you have for how long; you don't own it, you don't possess it, you are just borrowing it. Just like you're borrowing time. Until you get to the end of the line. They say some people are too nice. i can't say it enough times, I can't say it, I can't sa a a a ay, ca a a an an... Sign in to see full entry.

everything being born is dying everything being born is dying The Dead Sea is dying while we are all thriving, not realizing, that we are all lying. We are all lying, while the Dead Sea is crying. It wants us to hear, that our own death is near. The Dead Sea is dying, AND WE ARE NOT TRYING! We take... Sign in to see full entry.

Freudian Nightmare The gods Rule! imu Oh waiter, There's Soup On My Fly (The) Doltish Lads Nice Day If It Don't Rain- Sign in to see full entry.

Depression hurts. Life goes on (and on and on and...) But... NOT FOR YOU!!! not for you. you stay here, in the same place, staid, in a peculiar way. you are allowed, to think what you want, you are allowed to have hope. But you are NOT allowed to fulfill your dreams! And, you are...allowed to be... Sign in to see full entry.

People that look pretty, don't have to be kind. People that look ugly, could have a beautiful mind. People that look strong, might not try very long. People that look weak, have to be on their guard. People that look happy, can cover up being sad. People that look good, can always be bad. People... Sign in to see full entry.

i remember not being depressed at all. i remember waking up early. i remember walking to the mailbox. i remember enjoying the sunshine. i remember breathing the fresh air. i remember enjoying mailing the letter, even though it wasn't really important. i remember walking further I REMEMBER THE... Sign in to see full entry.

(The) Flip Top Heads---(The) Assless Aliens---Unknown Variables...Zero Times Zero...The Big Fat Meanies...Foul Wind...Stupit Stupit...Multitudinous...The Unknown..(Way) Past Your Imagination...Just Da...Extremely Flammable...Way Now!...Way Over The Edge...THIS IS IT!...Fantastic Ending...I'm In Your... Sign in to see full entry.

Cowards run like blizzards snow. i'm usually in the dark, the sun i don't know. my life is like a pancake that doesn't flop. i don't know what that means... yea, that's what it's like, Jazzy Baby. On the edge. i don't get it. i don't believe there is anything to "get". Hopefully, temporarily. OK,... Sign in to see full entry.

If life is precious Why does shit come out of our assholes? Is shit precious? Is murder gold? Is gold trustworthy? Murder happens constantly, so why not stop it? Oops, the authorities. Death is the answer to life. Life doesn't have any balls. Death, THE ALL... Sign in to see full entry.

When the death poet speaks the audience is unmoved. For the truth is not heard when not listened to And yet it lingers in the air in the unconscious in the cosmos in YOU. When the dead come to life noone knows it We can't be bothered... just another try. The children are playing and then DEATH... Sign in to see full entry.