twisting through the brain's canals,
dancing through the mazes before,
i'm having the time of my life,
you see,
i'm not really all that strange,
you see.
i'm just having my
time,
it's a party
you see.
with all my friends
who gather around
and politely chat
while i hide in the corner and
hyperventilate.
hear my voice,
i am over the moon,
and every other cliche
for the happiness i feel.
i'm tapping my foot
to the lively beat
with the biggest grin across my face.
until i'm lying on the floor,
and i'm crying out for more...
more to life,
before i die,
before i stand up
to join the party.
the pretty colours make me sing...
it's a party!
they seem to think i'm crazy...
A contest entry
- Funky Titles by Morrigan Trinity.
450 points, ended June 10, 2007, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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lines.....put very well together
makes sence to me in a way...
by the way... good luck in the contest
love hippy -
This is great! I emjoyed this. Good luck in the contest!
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I likes it! It makes me laugh. I enjoy poems about total wack-jobs; that's why I made that title. There arnt nearly enough crazy poems out there for my liking. Thanks for the entry. Luck!
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thankyou! glad you enjoyed, and yes i agree, there needs to be even more strangeness in the world...
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