What happens to the ones
You can't keep close by?
Do they fall, do they leave,
Do they drift to the sky?
What about the people,
The ones closest to you?
Are you going to lift them up,
Or are they going to fade too?
I think it all comes down
To what's important in your life.
What is it that you want,
A friend or a wife?
These are lots of questions
That will leave you thinking.
Is it too late to come back?
WTF was I drinking?
Life is full of changes
Relationships are not exempt.
Maintain them or they disappear.
Loneliness leads to contempt.
Remember the Kool-Aid Man?
He busted through the wall.
No one thought any less of him,
But he busted through a f*ckin' wall.
What about the Pilsbury Doughboy,
what happened to him?
Last time he was seen
He was drinking a bottle of gin.
It's tough being beautiful.
It gets thankless after awhile.
I mean, you're making the world look like a better place
Who cares if you can't run a mile.
When the good things in life
Hit you like a wave.
Soak it all in,
Take it with you to the grave.
Things look pretty good
When you see the bright.
Let the bad roll off,
Don't take it to your night.
Jesus says,
I am with those of 2 or 3 that gather here.
Are you gathering in His name,
Or sitting back drinking beer?
Some people find fun
Through things that are destructive,
But what if your life is so bad,
The negative becomes productive?
I'm going to tell you a story,
It involves a pirate Jim,
And he had a parrot,
Who's name was Tiny Tim.
Now Jim was a swashbuckler
A life lead very strong.
Tim was a parrot,
Who's beak was pretty...long.
They were as different as can be,
But they belonged together.
Jim taught him to fish,
Tim sang "Hiding Inside the Horrible Weather."
They became best friends when they met.
They weathered all the storms.
They would come out better than ever,
They would beat the pirate norms.
But then one day
Tiny Tim flew to an island
Jim was stuck on the boat
With no way to reach the highland.
The moral of the story is:
Not every where you go, can you be followed,
And not everything you drink
Should be swallowed.
I hope I don't see that
Happen to you.
I'm gonna miss our times
But you do what ya' gotta do.
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My favorite lines:
"The moral of the story is:
Not every where you go, can you be followed,
And not everything you drink
Should be swallowed."
I think it's because you shouldn't be the one to lead in the first place. *nudge nudge* Go Jesus! =) Haha.
dude, this, was awesome!
wow, thanks =)
i really like it when people tell me what they think of my writing, especially when they try to figure out what i'm saying. =) keep 'em coming
Steve, this sucked.
Kidding. We should collaborate some time. You can write lyrics, I can do music.
It's interesting how poems are known for their rhymes, but not many people on Scribbles use the patterned rhyming technique often. I enjoy reading your poems, though. The message in the story is a bit sad, but I like how it still has a positive touch to it.
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i would LOVE to co-write with mark. that would be awesome! as for rhyming, i like it because i think it adds something dynamic. you want to read the next line because you want to know it rhymes with. and it kinda adds a softer tone to serious subjects. i wish i had a "gooder" vocabulary though =P
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