Pslightly Psycho Poems

rain

psychopoettess — Wed, 28 Jul 2010 06:23:25 +0000

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refreshing and depressing

the rain falls

and falls

giving life and drowning

the rain floods

and floods

everything wet and musty

except when washed clean and revitalized

Even the rain is contradictory in my world

Even bad poetry is good, she tells me

psychopoettess — Wed, 28 Jul 2010 05:32:31 +0000

Thanks to Jingles for the award. I don’t know many poetry-type blogs yet, but I guess I’d like to spotlight schmutzie’s schmoetry (the title is in reference to this article, not to schmutzie’s poetry!)

Escape Reality

psychopoettess — Mon, 19 Jul 2010 04:19:15 +0000

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Since I can remember

drawn to the story

of a little girl who falls

down the hole

and escapes reality

where animals dispense wisdom

and flowers stop to chat

where the humans are few

and far between

First Time

psychopoettess — Sun, 18 Jul 2010 05:38:10 +0000

Squeal Here

My very first time

I’m so excited

but afraid I won’t

measure up

surely he’s had

better girls than I

the only thing

I’d improve on

is that I want to

share the experience with

Miss Gypsy

Now get your mind

out from the gutter!

’tis time again to play around with tec

psychopoettess — Sun, 18 Jul 2010 00:41:04 +0000

’tis time again
to play around
with technology
excuse me
I think my geek
is showing

desperate or mature

psychopoettess — Fri, 16 Jul 2010 06:09:01 +0000

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fame and fortune were once my desire

now I’d settle for a few friends and a couple dollars

either enough to keep the roof over my head,

or some to help me move after the next eviction.

can’t move a couch by yourself, after all.

I can’t decide if my standards have fallen

as I fall further and further into desperation.

Or if I’ve matured and settled down.

alone

psychopoettess — Thu, 15 Jul 2010 06:48:26 +0000

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heavy loads bearing down

heavy thoughts wearing down

tired and worn out

used up and thrown out

no one left to stand beside her

no one left to stand behind her

no one left to pick her up

higher and higher

psychopoettess — Wed, 14 Jul 2010 06:55:53 +0000

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The world seems brighter

and softer, slightly blurred

fuzzy at the edges

everything more friendly

through the haze

I barely hear the words you say

floating off the ground

while sitting on the couch

Unanswerable

psychopoettess — Mon, 12 Jul 2010 00:09:41 +0000

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Sweet sleep called to him

An end to problems

Endless nothingness

More appealing

Than the current turmoil

Though no amount of talk

could have stayed his hand

He choose to deny the chance

Left behind, they stand

holding question after question.

Unanswerable.

Boxes

psychopoettess — Tue, 06 Jul 2010 03:57:41 +0000

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My life is contained in boxes

constantly ready to pick up

and go.

A few that are the first to unpack

and the last to be packed

Some that haven’t been unpacked

since 2004