If the earth was flat
If the earth was flat, cats would have pushed everything off by now. If the earth was flat, middle aged drunks would have accidentally wandered off the edge. If the earth was flat, an abundance of Americans would have jumped off when they found out Donald Trump was our president.
The Empty Glass
A faded glass it's contents none
Covered with fingerprints and sharp cracks
The object tainted as it's heart is done
The pure water it sure lacks
Now he walks in with a jug
From the back of the cupboard he pulls out the glass
Ignoring all of the polished cups and mugs
Why he decides to pour it in there instead one may ask
He pours in the water slow
But it leaks out from the cracks
Until the jug also empties one may know
That no supply lasts forever in a world of black
Maybe the glass just can't be filled
The pourer will pick another glass
But it wants that sweet water still
Before it breaks as the time shall pass
Will the glass that's been through every endeavor
Be empty for always and forever?
When life gives you lemons, you chuck them at people and hope the juice gets in their eyes.
YELP Review on Sandman: 1 Star from Sleepless Jim
Okay, I get that we all go a little bit crazy when bad shit happens to us. Believe me, I get it. But when it starts affecting your business and your customers, you better shape up.
I don't CARE if Beachman divorced you. I mean, I guess I'm sorry or whatever that he hooked up with Palmtreeman, but that ain't my problem.
Ever since you went batshit, Sandy, you decided to give everyone NIGHTMARES. Thanks to YOU, my little Timmy can't get images of David Bowie's crotch bulge chasing him all because he dreams about it EVERY NIGHT.
Not to mention how I keep having dreams about spiders, clowns, my ex-wife, ghosts, the inevitable heat death of the universe, monsters, penguins, my drunk uncle Kevin, haunted houses, dolls, Donald Trump, psycho killers, and airplane peanuts.
It's been a LITERAL NIGHTMARE!!!
Sorry Sandy, I will now go to Dreamy McDreamface Incorporated for my services.
PS: I don't blame Beachman for dumping you. Who'd wanna keep you around with THAT haircut?
PSS: Enter Sandman by Metallica is no longer my favorite song.
First things first, and most important. Without this, these tricky words are as meaningless as the red orbs outside every Target store.
You have to mean it. You can't just say "I love you" to get in someone's pants. You can't say "I love you" just to hurt them intentionally later. And, the most tricky, you can't just say "I love you" just to gain their infatuation that you can't return.
People misuse these three words so often that they are becoming less and less valid. Trust gets lost in these trusted words everyday by lies, cheating, and leaving supposed "loved ones" in the dust.
If you feel you truly love them, and not out of jealousy, toxic attachment, or lust, then your words shall come from the heart. So stand up straight, look them in their beautiful eyes, and say the words. Go get em, Tiger.
I bet you didn't like poetry
Because the teachers made you pull each poem apart
Instead of enjoying them
The rhythm and the cadence
The humor and the tragedy
The rhymes and the repetition
All overshadowed by the need to pull
These pieces of art apart until they are torn
I bet you didn't like poetry because you saw
Too much of the meaning
Instead of creating your own
Find a poem.
As you read it,
Simply feel the words flow through you
Like an endless breath of air
Let the pattern of words surround you
Let the rhythm sway you away like your favorite song
Don't tear yourself apart coming up with a meaning for it
The best things in life don't have one concise meaning
Just enjoy it
And perhaps your mind will change
The Unforgiven III
"How can I be lost if I've got nowhere to go?"
I don't know where my destination is. I don't know who to turn to. So I'm just wandering aimlessly in no direction
I treasure your cat. Let me take it home. NO, I don't meant THAT kind of cat, Karen.
I mean that fat tabby that always sits on your doorstep.
It was a tiny fib
That's all it was
It paid me off well
So I tested the risky waters
Once again to stretch the truth
It started off as exaggerations
That turned into full blown lies
They all piled up like rotting garbage
That just sat and grew
With no truth to pick up the pieces
The person you see is not really me
The person you see is made up of all of lies
As the piles couldn't hold themselves up anymore
The truth became distant
It hurt too much to face
So I let the garbage of these lies bury me
Until I can't breathe anymore
Bad Boy Names
Hoped that helped :)