Kevin's Watch

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Poetries about bees.
Poetries about bees.
By the quiet melody of K.

I did not write two or three
poetries about bees. poetries
about bees.
and of snacks and fakes.
and birds poetries about
nature and life in
New England.
I write religious poetries
and eat roots. if you like poetries
about bees you are inside for a feast.
when I obtain nervous,
I obtain hyper
and bump into people.
I read with them what maps
I gave round during then.
inside breeches of enquiring of mom
for help to narrow the bottom work.
of words, of things. I am too stupid
to be able to make my free space
or points
if you like criticism that works in your
thereafter. with this itching of theory,
of words,
of disorder, of chromosomes.
It has a responsible congratulations.
Your woods are full with police forces.
cut out the men of wood that can see
hearts at night but warriors, considering
gray dreams for clothing appreciation.
impossible on ice,�more death as if
your hands were hollow. and sequently a
large soprano turning over to his church
because his insane French mom. and
nobody knows why the creationists
are subjected to a washing of brains
but never yodel.
who will attract a merry echo of an
I hate you, and dig, and write poetries
about the bees and of words.

La la la la la!!!!

Mopey Poem

I'm Ugly

Created by Caydeh

Tagged:toriedrew, caydeh
Created by Caydeh on Monday, February 06, 2012

Trust me, my little self is
This one girl says

Can I break that mirror?
So my uglyness won't be any more clearer

I ask myself in that mirror if I'm pretty
It screams no, it gives me rabid pity

How come I can't be pretty like Ariana?
Or Anna?

In everyone's mind, they scream
Ugly!, I'm just a molden old rock in a stream

Everyone thinks I'm ugly, I know they do
There's no way I will be able to get this through


I say, forget about me
And when I say that, I mean "Don't forget about me".

Neptune!

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Rainbow
rainbow
rainbow
I said to
the child
who was seeing
a rainbow
for the first time
and she pointed at the
rainbow
she spoke to the
rainbow
and the
rainbow
became brigher
and brighter
until it was gone
but the child kept looking at the sky
to see a
rainbow
rainbow
rainbow
for the first time.
rainbow
rainbow
rainbow
rainbow

Stars at night bring me down
Until I realize the moon,
seems so distant,
yet I felt it pass right through
And I see what I see the old world is over me
So I will reach up to the sky
And pretend that I am a spaceman
In another place and time
I guess I am looking for a brand new place
Is there a better life for me?
Subtle wind blow me gone
Let me rest upon your move
I trust I will end up sleeping cradled in my room
And I feel what I feel
I can not grasp what is not real
So I will get myself real high

And imagine I am a spaceman
In another place and time
I guess I'm looking for a brand new place
Is there a better life for me?
I remember in my mind
They say I'm daydreaming
Is it all that it seems
Or am I all the things I am looking for?
And I see what I see a new the old, the sky
And imagine I am a spaceman
In another place and time
I guess I am looking for a brand new place
I remember living in a different life
Is there a better life for me?