Secret

There is a secret that I must share.
It may be a surprise or you may be aware.

Secrets are best kept hidden away.
When secrets leak out they come with dismay.

Call

Lets call it a day,
it's been long and tiresome.
Nothing went my way,
selfishness is super dumb.

I should let it go,
but somehow bitterness flows.
People do not know,
when my hidden hatred grows.

Complaints

Complaint, complaint, that is all I hear.
Don't do it even if it is out of fear.

Complaint, complaint, they are all the same.
In the end you're the one who gets the blame.

Complaint, complaint, lets write them all down.
We could make a book with a snobbish crown.

Complaint, complaint, embarrass yourself.
It just makes you a fool without wealth.

Complaint, complaint, you have no respect.
Your words have no meaning or decent affect.

Complaint, complaint, stop at this instance.
Be done with the lies and give truth a chance.

Some

Some things stick and some things don't.
There are flowers and there are thorns.
People are nice and people are mean.
Life can be good and life can be bad.

People depend on other people for help.
They don't realize they are better alone.
Friends always come and friends often go.
In this world we are rarely in the know.

You say what you mean quite the opposite.
It is confusing and it is now predictable.
There is one thing there will be known.
We are all in this despite where we live.

Fatigue

I feel so tired but I can't even sleep.
My day was so weird and I can't hit delete.
I can't ever be around people for too long.
It makes me act weird and not get along.
When I'm like this I never have a good time.
I just want to leave but I sit and stay.
Next time I'll escape much more quickly.
You won't know the exact time when I left.
For when you notice I will be long gone.
There will be no time to begin to suggest.
Forget about me and I'll forget about you.
Too bad it can't be that easy for us to erase.
I don't want to forget when I've forgotten.
But now that it pains me I want all of nothing.
Go away bad memories, no not those memories.
Weird and awful anythings that come and go.
Sleep is what I need to survive another moment.
Good rest will take me out of this sweet misery.

Sleepless

Sleep deprivation is never sweet.
It makes me eat when I'd rather retreat.

Without good rest I always feel weak.
My organs ache and my life looks bleak.

Mindlessly I struggle to survive.
Something is giving me an unwanted drive.

Time goes on and I feel no better.
My taste buds are getting even wetter.

Food is never what they crave.
Sleep they demand and then they'll behave.

Too much to do with too little time.
That is the cause of my sleepless mime.

Boys

Annoying pious boys is what I do for fun.
Making them think I like them until I run.
They might have ponce but most are a bum.
Sometimes they think I'm far from a nun.
They are mistaken about me quite a ton.
When will I stop pretending and be done.
It becomes more like I am the one to shun.
Will there be a man that shines like the sun.
One who makes me laugh at most every pun.
Since I am not looking I have found none.
Maybe being annoying has been outdone.
Perhaps a new focus in life has now begun.
As with all things the past cannot be undone.
The race for change was started with a gun.
Don't stand and stare for you all have won.

Days

Quiet days have gone away,
simple things will never stay.
Please promise and truly say,
that you will surely come today.

It has never been your style,
to stay longer than a short while.
You always can make me smile,
even during a hostile trial.

Imposer

The great imposer is quite the composer.
He writes his songs like Chinese bongs.
He sits in his tower like he’s filled with power.
There he waits to meet a foe he can openly beat.

The biggest inflicter has a sound predictor.
He waits for the imposer to give him a disposer.
He gives the penalty without thought to disagree.
There another victim lies in everyone's demise.

Showers

Once a week I take a shower,
the extra time gives me power.

Too many showers are a waste,
same with too much tooth paste.

Too much excess prevents success,
this is a situation you should assess.

Since it doesn’t make me smell,
everything goes mostly well.

The downside is a wicked prick,
because my hair decides to stick.

Hairspray buildup is the culprit,
if I only could make it all submit.

White spots form up in my hair,
they look like a dandruff affair.

They however are definitely not,
chemical reactions tied in a knot.

Slimy and oily my hair is a mess,
only my cats can I humbly impress.

The time I save is worth this craze,
this shower rebellion is just a phase.

Perhaps it might become a standard,
unless all at once I am slandered.

Then my odd shower routine may change,
it will no longer be considered strange.

Oil

If the squeaking gets the oiling,
then why is their blood boiling.

They complain to the graveyard,
always they act like a retard.

More than is fair they receive,
it is they who plot and deceive.

Greed and lust lives in their heart,
making them farther and farther apart.

Not a thought towards another,
leaves them with only a brother.

Their friends have now abandoned,
without a thought in their head.

Gone like they wind they vanish,
making their memories also banish.

Cruel and thoughtless the live,
never giving a moment to give.

Selfish, arrogant and unruly,
they are malefactors most truly.

They squeak like a hateful bird,
their words are as a caustic curd.

Oil never stops their squeaking,
all the while they are seeking.

Quietly they search for an escape,
but their old life sticks like tape.

Baggage

Leave your baggage at home,
lock it up inside a dome.

Never spread it out like butter,
don't even take the time to mutter.

Drop your worries and don't complain,
if you carry them you'll be a pain.

Secure the lock and lose the key,
now sit down and drink some tea.

Flavor it up and start to relax,
don't let your worries start to tax.

Forget about your old stinky baggage,
throw that binding key off the ledge.

Grades

My parents are quite fantastic,
They never do anything drastic.

They don't worry about the grades I get,
It never puts them in a terrible fit.

Then of course if I should fail,
great discourse would then avail.

Story

Be discreet and like a lamb,
then all at once give a bam!

People will listen to your story,
now tell it with all your glory.

Stink

Be a stink among the roses,
stay at the door until it closes.

Part the water like good old Moses,
cover your ground like watering hoses.

Wait until everything clearly discloses,
don't snobs stick up their noses.

Advice

Never listen to what people say,
they just want you to get out of their way.

Of course there are few to hear,
but be careful what they put in your ear.

Advice is necessary for success,
sometimes it can be a bigger mess.

Discern and choose between ideas,
remember who decided when it ends.

Be responsible for your actions,
blaming other people never wins.

Be careful with what you say,
one day you could have to pay.

Words can be critical and vital,
negative words and make you mental.

Positive words can make you succeed,
even though you used to heed.

Break the heeding lull today,
acknowledge every warning and dismay.

Flowers

Flowers are a charm,
men can use them to bring harm.

Give them to a girl,
they will surely make her heart swirl.

Petals are quite precious,
ripping them apart can make a mess.

Slowly flowers bloom,
then the wind sweeps them away like a broom.

Flowers are delightful,
they always touch a woman's soul.

Libraries

Libraries were meant to be quiet,
no sound, peep, or evil tyrant.

Where I sit is loud and rude,
distractions put me in an ill mood.

Much work have I yet to do,
if only my loud enemies did too.

Stomach

The stomach my body contains,
cannot stop giving me pains.

Everyday I sit and wait,
hoping my pain will soon abate.

Medicine only makes me worse,
in research my mind will immerse.

Ginger ale goes down so smooth,
maybe it will make the pain move.

Spider

A spider fell in to my tea.
He was minute and hard to see.

If I take another two sips.
Down my throat the spider slips.

Weight

The weight I carry is not obese.
My bones don't protrude with ease.

This makes the plump like me.
Their laziness is quite easy to see.

If I was not lazy I would not know.
My skin would be tight and glow.

Boys would like up for a look.
All I would give was a purity book.

The body is all men see clearly.
The heart is often left to be lonely.

Proportion is important to men.
Skinny is always better in bed.

Accept women for who they are.
Do not devalue them in a bar.

Eyes may attract, but they fade.
What matters is the time you wade.

Love is connect to everything.
Weighty people will love on a fling.

Hoping this will break their deep misery.
Only to be burdened by more hurt to carry.

Help people be content with their condition.
Be thankful for your given situation.

Food

Eating makes my stomach ache.
My body wants the food in another place.

Starving in not healthy so I continue to eat.
Food must taste good but not be too sweet.

My cat is bulimic and very weak.
One day the nauseousness I feel may peak.

Overeating makes me require more sleep.
That is why food is not what I keep.

Food is not what I live or die for.
It makes me sick so I ask not for more.

Why

Why is it that when I try to run from my fears, that I end up running into something that I fear even more.

Why is it that when I try to make justice and peace, my world becomes more unjust and less peaceful.

Why is it that when I try to be kind and friendly, that is the time when I meet the worst social devils.

Why is it that I can be so nice and so mean to the same person and visa-versa.

Why is it that when people flatter and compliment me, I don't want to hear it; but when they don't, I long to hear anything.

Why is it that fleeing from evil can end up leading you straight to a greater evil.

Why is it that the Christians act like heathens and the heathens live like Christians.

Why is it that everyone attacks the good in a way to defeat it, but leaves the bad alone.

Why is it that people prefer to bring someone down rather than to build them up.

Why is it that I can try so hard and accomplish nothing, but then not make any attempt at something and succeed.

Why is it that having a purpose is a good thing even though sometimes we believe they are impossible.

Why is it that the world is so corrupt and cruel, that people see meekness as weakness.

Why is it that in this world sin and evil reigns, but in the end they will be destroyed forever.

Why is it that your best friend can be your worst enemy when you least expect it.

Why is it that jealousy can ruin the lives of two people; the one who is jealous, and the one who is envied.

Why is it that doing the right thing is difficult and it receives the least reward, but doing the wrong thing is easy and generally accepted.

Why is it that the truth is tough to come by, and when we hear it, we don't easily want to believe it.

Why is it that pain can motivate and change a person, but usually after they taste the sting of pain.

Why is it that I seek perfection, but disapprove of people who are perfectionists and desire to make flaws.

Why is it that my reputation means so much to me, and that is the very thing that gets attacked.

Why is it that when people make assumptions, they trick their self into believing them.

Why is it that there are countless unanswered questions in the world when there are suitable people to answer them.

Why is it that people disrespect one another and then expect to be respected by those who the disrespected.

Why is it that healthy people die and sick people live; and that young children die and aging adults prosper.

Why is it that people believe that abortion is not wrong, and that they deny murder consciously.

Why is it that people lack knowledge and refuse to know anything that would alter their personal decisions.

Why is it that the uneducated mock and disregard the educated while the educated are drained from helping them.

Why is it that the conscience convicts a person, but it's not enough to change them.

Why is it that smart and perfect people cannot understand the suffering that the mentally feeble live with daily.

Why is it that the people who are falling apart appear to be the most put together.

Why is it that distractions are a bad thing, but they appear good when they are first introduced.

Why is it that a person can hate without a definite reason - can that impression of hate actually be hate.

Why is it that men can sleep around and defile a dozen women, but then expect to have a virgin wife be forever faithful to them.

Why is it that people can hate children and conscientiously forget that they were once a child years ago.

Why is it that I can see the answer so clearly, but be unable to make others understand my mind.

Why is it that I can know that people are jealous of me, and allow it to cripple my life.

Why is it that I am more comfortable with being rejected then accepted.

Why is it that I can defend something I'm fighting against because of the way my own people are making foolish judgments.

Why is it that people complain and worry when they should put their energy into solving the problem.

Why is it that people can be cunningly sarcastic without caring if it hurts or affects anyone.

Why is it that I know how to motivate people to do great things, but I struggle to get motivated.

Why is it that people expect so much or so little of a person depending on their perception of them.

Why is it that people stereotype the quiet person as bad, but they are actually the only ones who are quiet enough to listen.

Why is it that we can get ourselves into a bigger mess when we are trying to flee from an issue.

Why is it that when we need to be cheered up that people decide to bring us down even lower.

Why is it that the warmest person can have the coldest heart and shoulder and make use of both.

Why is it that I'm here to disappoint you and you are the ones who have been disappointing me.

Why is it that the mean people have the same face, but different bodies.

Why is it that we can see our problems in others, but not in ourselves.

Why is it that we say we love when we really hate.

Why is it that we show more kindness to people that are intolerable than to the people we find tolerable.

Why is it that a person can give up when they are so close to finishing.

Why is it that we can look and judge on the outside when the inside is what truly matters.

Why is it that we can flatter to control and manipulate people who are better than ourselves.

Why is it that we are utterly confused but express our confusion to others as truth.

Why is it that we believe our enemies and make them as friends.

Why is it that we allow people to concur and destroy wonderful things.

Why is it that we pollute the pure and regret being polluted.

Why is it that I find myself writing these questions when I already know the answers.

Why is it that I know the answers, but do not apply them.

Why is it that I brag and then feel a deep disgust for myself afterward.

Why is it that people always have to one-up you.

Why is it that we have trigger words and succumb to their irritation and affect.

Why is it that we have deep dark secrets and then openly share them.

Why is it that people believe me when I'm blatantly fibbing and then think I'm sarcastic when the truth is shared.

Why is it that people don't think and expect others to think for them.

Why is it that many seek to destroy what is good and build up what is bad.

Why is it that I can wear my best poker face when I'm actually crying inside.

Why is it that we can hold a grudge and refuse to let it go.

Why is it that we believe things that are bogus and that cannot possible occur.

Why is it that I cure my love obsessions with finding the fault of the ones I secretly adore.

Why is it that people always use the same set of compliments and are absent of variance.

Why is it that the person who understands me the most is not meant to be my lifelong partner.

Why is it that a person can inspire to aspire but still lack inspiration.

Why is it that people judge and criticize without full knowledge.

Why is it that we are judged more for our reaction to praise than to critique.

Why is it that many people live hopeless lives, but will not accept hope when it is offered to them.

Why is it that we all remember our tragedies but fall into them again and again.

Why is it that dreams are more interesting than life but rarely realistic.

Why is it that people lie and the lie that they didn't lie.

Why is it that people can become very depressed but enjoy their state of misery.

Why is it that we waste our lives making our lives shorter than they were meant to be.

Why is it that I break so many hearts without touching them.

Why is it that I like how new pain takes old and annoying pains away.

Why is it that some things that are minuscule hurt much more than gigantic things.