in too deepdon’t raise your headdon’t even breathedon’t stir the seaof waves we weavefill your handa twisted knifemade sharp on bonesof wasted lifeon creeping sand‘neath coward skieson borrowed timeof daily liesa pauper’s bedthe very leastlips whisper coldof gasping ceased
i ammy name is judgeda shadow stands behind meborn in chainsmy daily breadmy age is just a momenta stone's breathborn in wintertame but deadmy eyes see silencea river in my handsborn in wasted yearsthe coldest redmy voice is trusta stone's reachborn in ironmy mouth unfed
quietlyi am subtlety and feari'm the words you long to heari'm the end you'll never seei'm the best you'll ever bei'm the sky without the suni'm a moment just beguni'm the truth you'll never knowi'm aflame yet weakly glowyou're the rope to tightly bindyou're the lost i'll never findyou're the surface up aboveyou're the strength to weakly loveyou're the science to my faithyou're the body to my wraithyou're the desert to my seayou're a slave and i am free
thinkseas shifthands holdwings lifthearts coldsky blueblood redwhite liesplay deadsee mestand tallshort breathlong fallso small
humilityyou can hide in plain sightand pretend you’re asleepyou’re just under surfaceand still in too deepand you know you’re a sinnerand still you want moreyour mind is so tiredyour muscles so soreand there isn't much moreto your life than a breathyou began with your birthbut you won't end in deathand i know that you’re scaredbut my son, you are freeand you mean so much morethan the ocean to me
freedom that won't be ignoredlittle blade who lifts and cutswho raises high and worries dustoh softest knifeoh sliver’d feara lofty lifea river clearquietly you raise your edgeand wordlessly my crimes allegefeast, my little weightless burdeneat, consume the gloaming skyne’er forget where you beganand so your birth do not denya throne you seekyet e’er you flya sea divides usyou and i
when what's in comes outstep on the earthand give birth to the sunyou’re so full you could burstand you weren’t meant to lastnow you have to go firstand your eyes see the starsthough they’re faded and weaklike the lies you’re convinced ofbut too scared to speakand you may not be normalbut you know you’re no freaknow look up at the wheelsand forget where you standcome to know that your mindis not tied to the landor the worth that she feelsand the sky takes your handand the wound in you heals
eyes face the fire, backs face the doorin flame-lit hallson starless nightsthe elders sitand dream of sightsof ancient wondersfrozen lightsthe north has holdas cold as boneher eyes like snowher voice like stoneand time comes onwhen men will foldere too longthe old ones seekgreat futures darkand deeply splitthe currents weakand parts togetherstrangely fitand deeply wrongthen speak they wordsof bitter depthand long rememberedsecrets keptof time when timehimself had sleptand winter hidand fiercely wepther glowing tearsthey’re dark tonightthey hide and keeptheir wilting lighto’er head of mountaincloud and homecare not theyfor man or throneand know theywe are each alonevast in voidlike those abovein howling silenceweakly lovebut deep in winterflickers lightthe elder’s firegranting sightbrought you hereby secret guidesthis empty spherethe heart abides
perseus and medusaold chaos spits from her gazethrough night and creeping fogyou stand blind and silentiron still and desperately heldthe worth of you weighed falsein the glittering scales of her eyesher voice a wondrous discordantcalls you brother, free and equalyour brothers lie graven behindand you must find peaceand loyalty worthy of namewhen in strength you kneelthe greatest hoary mountainrose in fire, storm and furyand the deepest river is a swordthat bends and splits the earthbring to hand that selfsame gracebless the one who bows and scrapeswho whispers even as her body fallsand her face is lifted toward heaven
Instructions to be a poet.Instructions to be a poetFirst of all don't get in a whirlrhyming is a criminal mastermindDon't fret if rhymes shoot you downtake revenge and write a lineReading your rhymes is worse to cometake your time and sing the words as if you been singing from three.Number two is here with one of two statementsSaying you can write care free wordsas long as it matters to youand yes words make up linesfor you to rhymeso never the less it worksStep three towards a soup poetor maybe a super poetis to check the words before you share Nobody want's"Tinny Die's" from "Tinny Pie's"in a family friendly poem of suchFinally four has arrivedand lets keep this one formallet your creativity grab hold of youand begin to write You'll surprise yourselfhow much of a rhyming champ you areor notso don't hassleeverybody knows their a poet But for some rather keep anonymous.
JealousyNext time that big green monsterRears its ugly headMake sure you get your sword outTo wipe that bad beast dead!For envy Isn't prettyAnd jealousy's not niceSo before thoughts grow like topsyEngage your brain - Think twice!
ClaudiusThe cat Claudius is known to fewAnd should you find him, then now youShould have found yourself a memorable cat –Why few know of him, I know not that.For Claudius is a cat of styleHe keeps his whiskers trimmed and neatHis handsome mouth tastes never of bileBut every dinner of a rare-cooked meat.His black top-hat always goes wellWith a blue tailcoat and an aftershave-smellAnd Claudius’s fur is orange-and-whiteOf which never a hair has been harmed in a fight.It is Claudius, as you might like to know,That invented the concept of afternoon snackHis favorite being a finger or toeOf a delicious half-cooked or well-done barn rat.So Claudius, you might care to seeHas not five toes per foot, nor four, but threeThree toes on one foot, five or four on the restHow Claudius lost it (of this I don’t jest)Was in a horrible fishing incidentIn which Claudius fished well for a dayBut a hook caught on one of his digitsAnd took it right off, and into the lakeBut f
I Have Zhe Kritz!Ze crimson substance flows outAs I heal and save you from dyingDon't yell and blame me forNot alvays coming soon- I'm trying!I have zhe Kritz!So don't call it quits!Let me boost my ÜberCharge bar and-You! Schnell! I am fully charged!You and I are invincible for a vhileOur powers are two times enlarged!I have zhe Kritz!Ve are amazing vith zhis!Don't fool around and let me do my jobZen everything vill go as I saySchweinhund! You are trying my patience!My team, don't get in ze vayI have zhe Kritz!Let's go get some Kritical hits!Admit it Dummkopfs, you are nozhing wizhout meBy my Kriztkrieg, nozhing can stop ze powerI am ze best, your powerful almighty Übermensch!Your defeat is coming, now go ahead and cower!I HAVE ZHE KRITZ!
Sharing LoveI want to express thingsBut the words are all wrongIf you'll be the lyricsCan I be your song?Could you be the reasonI feel like a winnerIf I get the food inCan you cook us both dinner?I know I can’t swimAs I’m frightened I’ll drownBut if you were my lifeguardI'd never let you downIt’s a wonderful feelingTo know we both careSo when it comes to our loveI think we should share!
The Wood Chopperwritten by Paul Brostedited by Ian BrostEdited Version: Edited to add punctuation and connect rhyming coupletsThe Wood Chopper No.5Into the Forest, his ax in his hand,Jogged the wood chopper Jacques, To the land where trees sTand.Into the Forest - into this wood; -He wenT To chop trees Like a good wood chopper should.He chops in the morning, And all through the day,He even chops Trees When the suns gone away.No time to resT While trees are sTill up,He only takes time To drink From his cup.But when he gets tired He takes a quick nap,Or iF he gets hungry He eats Flapjacks with sap.And then he planTs a new tree To Fill in the spaceWhere once grew the ForesT In sylvanic grace.Original layout as it appeared in the notebook:The Wood Chopper No.5Into the Forest his ax in his hand,Jogged the wood chopper Jacques,To the land where trees sTand.Into the Forest - into this wood; -He wenT To chop treesL
LimericksLimericksSickOh, I can't go to school today.I've gotten sick in the worst way.I haven't made this up.I tell you I'm- what?It's Saturday? Goodbye, I'm going out to play.Upside-uʍopWhat a foolish writing utensil!Who would dare make such a pencil?With the lead on top,and the eraser just not?Why, that person is an imbecile.SleepLord, as I am about to sleep,A promise that You must keep.No more of the nightmares,But most of all I dare:From my younger siblings, not a PEEP.
War of Eleventy-sevenIt seeps between cracks and bleeds out my pores,Eleventy-seven marching across moors,Then with green shoes beat upon crashing shores,And thrash in the waves chasing out golden boars,Who then in return broke the wooden oars,Which beat on their heads and called them old whores,The hogs scaring the soldiers with terrible roars.Over the din of this fight, the jubjub bird soars,Turning over again to complete its chores,Of snatching and dropping men in the hall of doors,Making red splatters across its polished floors,Where jabber spawn munch on their succulent cores.And so they were fought and won and lost these wars,The veterans all becoming grey Eeyores.
Breakfast for DinnerThey say that I'm crazy, and I've got a few quirksBut it's my own life, and I know how it works.I like my coffee black as the heart of a sinner,for every single meal I want breakfast for dinner.Butter n' biscuits, rye toast and jam,I know it's supper time. Don't judge what I am!I've eaten so many donuts that Ich bin ein berliner!Cause that's what I like for breakfast for dinner.They say I'm sweet as syrup, New England gold,and like a cup of Folgers, I'm hot, rich, and bold!Forget spaghetti or tacos, cause I've picked a winnerEvery single day it's breakfast for dinner.I hear that I'm a bit of a tough egg to crack,But there's nothing much to me, I just need a snack!I'm feeling more happy, but getting no thinner,cause every meal I eat's just breakfast for dinner.
chocolate cakethe earth can shakemy bones can breakbut i'll never give youmy chocolate cake