Mad Libs Madness

September 30, 2007

Here's to the absurd ones, the chapsticks, the dinosaurs, the ceilings.
The tall pegs in the well-endowed holes.
The ones who sweat things differently.
They're not fond of pens, and they have no stomach for the status quo.
You can push them, twist with them, thrust them, catch or run them.
About the only thing you can't do is dance them.
Because they tip-toe verbs.
They read. They write. They throw.
They elongate. They karate chop. They attack.
They kiss the dictionary forward.
Maybe they have to be crazy.
How else can you sing at an empty toe and see a work of bread?
Or sit in liquid and pulverize a paper that's never been ate?
Or sweep at a red teeth and see a mouse on wheels?
We make buildings for these kinds of people.
While some may see them as the legs, we see tractor.
Because the ones who are beautiful enough to change the birthday, are the ones who play.

[It was a Mad Libs based on the Think Different Apple ad campaign, lol.  I do love some of the absurdity, though.  Like tiptoeing verbs.  Or kissing the dictionary forward.  Or seeing a work of bread.  Or the ones who play.]

Emo

2006? 2007?

I am emo;
My hair is in my eyes.
You say hello,
And all I’ll do is cry.

My pants are tight,
And my shoes, they are flat,
You don’t know plight:
In my heart’s where it’s at.

I am emo;
And my wrists, they have bled.
Watch it all flow,
It’s so emo and red.

[LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL!  The best part is my complete lack of memory concerning this piece.]

There She Sat

May, 2006

And there she sat.
And there she waited.
She knew her time
Was measured, fated.

Her heart she gave
For him to hold,
A treasure more precious
Than mounds of gold.

But with her he was
So quickly done,
And in place of her heart,
There now was none.

And so she watches,
Afraid of life.
She doesn’t hope,
She just expects strife.

Until, one day,
A new boy came along.
He taught her to love;
He made life a song.

Now together they stand,
And together they wait
Unafraid of pain,
Destiny or fate.

[Similar to the Receipts one.  I also guessed when it was written... Give or take a few months.  This one is sort of emo, though.  I guess it has a happy ending, though, and as Sophie says, that's all that seems to matter.]

And So It Happens

May 21, 2006

And so it happens that we fall;
We get confused about it all!
And do we hate or do we love?
Sometimes it’s all of the above.

Who is it now? Who can it be?
The one who is in love with me?
Will I get hurt? Should I still try?
What if I have to say goodbye?

I can’t ignore something so big!
Into my heart I have to dig,
To find the answers to it all.
And so it happens that we fall.

[This is basically how I feel now, only written almost 2 years in advance.  Hey, look at that!  I'm psychic!  But really, I like the voice in this one.  There are just a few forced rhymes and such.]

Just Write Me

July, 2007

Write, write, write, write
Yes, no
Dark, light
Up, down
Side to side
Back and forth
Black and white
All the time
Day and night

Confusing feelings
Fill my head
Bread, lead, tread
Tread on water
Don't dare to sink
What to write?
What to think?

Forget the form
Forget the perfection
Bake a poem
A sweet confection
Drizzle honeyed words a-top
Sparingly let phrases drop


[This is something I just found that I wrote in July... And I vaguelly remember sitting down at my computer and being frustrated, but I don't remember the words. So, naturally, rereading this was a very confusing ordeal for me.  Anyway, I like how disjointed it is.  I sort of think of the ending stanza as separate from the rest.  And who knows?  Maybe it is.  This is literally just words flowing from muse to mind to Mac.]

Heated

May 20, 2005

It's too hot for tough love.

But peace don't come too easy.

Descending like a white dove?

That ending's far too cheesy.

[There's technically more, but this is the only part I really liked.  The rest is forced and therefore not included.  Besides, I like the limerick-y quality.  So there.]

Puppy Love?? (I need a title)

March 7, 2008

I forgot about the butterflies your smile could seem to bring.

I forgot about the shock of your touch, jolting shoulder to ring.

I forgot about my heart pounding yet flying like a dove.

I forgot what it feels like to be in love.

[Another corny one, but this has an interesting memory attached to it.  I was about to fall asleep, when suddenly, this came to mind.  Nearly fully formed and bursting at the seams of my mind, and it was begging to get out.  If you saw it written, you'd understand.  It's sloppy, written by the light of the lamppost outside.  I actually drew a butterfly rather than write the word.  It's on the back page of my notebook, where I never write unless I'm desperate for paper.  And this is the result.]