A Collection of Poems 3

Poem Collection 3

- Immature -

I remember those good ol' days,

When there were no fights or frays.

No one was a whore or slut,

You were you no matter what.

Now we're all grown up,

And there's plenty of drama and break ups.

It may seem that this is normal,

But this time I'm not gonna be formal.

I hate this new world I'm in,

People hate and sin.

I seem to be the only kid standing,

Everyone else is mature and demanding.

Is it really that hard to relax?

Sanity is definitely what I'm lacking.

I wanna be back in 1st grade,

Back then I had it made.

Everything was easy as pie,

There was no drama and I didn't have to try.

What is so important about life?

It seems everything just ends in strife.

So why do people make a huge fuss?

We yell at each other and cuss.

Sure, call me immature.

But I'll be happier than you, that's for sure.


- Fire Crotch -

Ohh there you are!

I can see you from afar.

I see your hair from down the hall,

It is bright red after all.

Ginger is a common name,

And for some reason it puts you to shame.

I think you should be proud of your hair,

And treat it with love and care.

You're not a common sight,

But let's just say red makes me tight.

Those freckles and curly red hair,

And your skin, oh so fair!

Your hair is sexy to me,

Because its easy to see.

Its so cool to have red hair,

Especially in your private square!

Like a burning forest it lights me up,

And I really wanna get a closeup.

Like a birthday candle I wanna blow out,

I wanna see what you're all about.

So please my red haired man,

Light me on fire, see if you can!


- Depression -

Ah here we go again,

It's been a while my friend.

Depression how are you?

Oh yes I've missed you too.

What happened this time?

It started from a kiss this one time.

A guy who I no longer wanted to date,

I guess you could say it was fate.

He took my first kiss,

And the feelings of love I began to miss.

Slowly the warm shivers came back,

And I remembered what I once lacked.

I missed loving him this way,

And it was making my every day.

But then I revealed my feelings to him,

He reminded me he was taken and my hope began to dim.

Then I found you again,

Depression thanks for taking away the pain.

You fill me with an odd dose of love,

I can't figure out what you're made of.

For some reason you make me happy to be alive,

I think love is why I thrive.

And I know one day he will lose her,

Because I will be the one he prefers.

And that will be the day dearest Depression,

When you lose my possesion.

The day he is mine,

Is the day you will be fine.

Depression you won't need me,

So leave me be.