Aw crap i left the toaster on!

Never told, only written

Never written only whispered

Never whispered only laughed

Never laughed only cried

Never cried only fell

Never fell, only cried

Never cried only laughed

Never laughed only whispered

Never whispered only written

Never written only told. 

Never told, never cried, never lived, only died. 

WHAT IS THE ABOVE POEM ABOUT? TELL ME WHAT IT MEANS TO YOU!

Why is it so easy?

Why is it so plain?

Why is it so simple?

To bring to others pain.

Why can't we be healers?

Why can't we end strife?

Why is it harder to be the bandage

than the knife.

Why is it so easy

to wash away the pure

When we find it difficult

to wipe away the tear

Why can't we be peace makers

in a war of black

Instead of soldiers with long guns

Tied onto our backs.

Why is it so hard to conjure

The words to a melody

Yet so easy to forget

A soft and lovely memory

Why can't we admit our song

is one that we are singing wrongs.

So ya!!! I was thinking last night, and when i think, strange things happen. Strange, unexplainable, terrible things.These poems are an example of those strange, terrible things!

Hey! I'm a poet and i didn't know it

I can crack a rhyme any time!

I can sing song all day long

and........uhhhhhh 

cat/hat.

genius. 

Seriously. Maybe i shouldn't post right after i wake up. 

I'm getting some baad vibes maaaaaaan. Peace out, my groovey blogger buddies. 

O look! a canary on a sugar high! 

(if you didn't get that last line, refer to the post before this one)