Posts Tagged ‘non-prose’

One of those…

Posted: August 24, 2009 in my life, random
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Of the non-prose variety…The class was especially boring.. and we’d just watched an especially touching episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S… what else were we supposed to do…anyway go ahead read it..

One of those

Momma told me I was gonna get one of those;
She told me I was gonna be one of those;
They’re called friends…
She told me I’de walk up the street some day
And not see her but walk straight up to one of those
They’re called friends…

Oh and when I scraped my knee
up the stairs of your place;
And when you bruised your shin
from the cycle at my place;
We both didn’t know, we were bearing marks of our bond…

Oh and our sweaty hands clasping;
our shoeless feet dangling;
The sunlight felt brighter;
those days somehow warmer;
I never knew that all that time we were setting aside a place in our hearts…

See, momma was right.. you were one of those…

Momma told me I was gonna meet one of those;
She told me I’d leave behind some of those;

She told me I’d walk up the street someday
And see them there but walk past anyway;

See, Momma was right…You were one of those…

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man…we felt sooo soppy later, all goose-bumpy and huggy… Tj, Vr, Ys, Vn, Sz, Sh and me…all of us like that..

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Another Random *ahem* Poetry

Posted: March 16, 2009 in random
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The rat under my bed

The rat under my bed

to me it said

“well, hello there ma’am

i’ve been meaning to talk to you”

 

“to talk to you about something

thats been quite upsetting”

“Oh, hello back” I said

“What’s been so distressing?”

 

“the sky” it said

“the what?” me said

“the sky” it repeated

“the sky?!” me repeated

 

“You see, the sky in the night

it shakes and it talks

it shivers and it quivers

and worst of all it snores”

 

“snores?!” 

“yes, snores…” 

“and talks?”

“yes, talks…and the funniest thing is

it sounds exactly like you”

 

so said the rat under my bed

to me it said

“well, hello there ma’am

i’ve been meaning to talk to you”

 

“to talk to you about something

thats been quite upsetting”

and then was when I knew

what exactly had been so distressing.

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and if you want an interesting short non- prose on bathrooms, flush here.

To-ho-tally random non-prose

Posted: December 9, 2008 in random
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Don’t you wish you could use the bathroom

Just when you’re stuck in a traffic jam 

or when you’re in a meeting

or in the middle of your first cat fight

or about to go in but get an important call

 

or perhaps when you’re afraid to lose your place in a queue

or at a friend’s wedding when she’s about to say she does

writing a test; or just failing it because you can’t use the bathroom?

 

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Quick  Edit:

Oh my God!!!!I wrote this (ahem) poem fully inspired by my own need to use the bathroom at a very inappropriate time. And then somebody posted it on their own site…I haven’t yet figured out if they did it as if it was their own thing but there’s no credits so I’m feeling very up-in-arms right now… you can see it here.