I need to rant
A really long rant
I need to make your day
Making your day,
Makes my day.
This will be a rhyming rant
Okay, it might not rhyme
But it may have some
Poetic phrases
That would just tickle
Poets to pieces
I am a poet
And I didn't even know it
Okay I lied, I did know it
I don't know anything,
But I do know, I am a poet
Maybe not even a poet
But a rhyming raven
Maybe not like that either
Ravens are breathtaking
Rhyming is something
I have failed to do so
One thing that keeps me up
All night, to wonder about
Why exactly, is a raven
Like a writing desk?
How could they be?
Together, when they have
Nothing in common.
Ravens have nothing
In common with a writing desk.
Writing desks have nothing
In common with a raven.
Are writing desks
Still writing desks
If you don't write in them?
Are they just desks?
Or are they both?
Is there a drawing desk?
Or a sleeping desk?
What about the ravens
Why are they called ravens?
Why are there feathers
Called the color raven?
Is that even a color?
It needs to be made a crayon if so
I need to color all my ravens
With a raven crayon.
I like to draw, I do.
I draw silly things
Like hearts and stars.
And creatures and guitars.
My heart may just be broken
It is decided, and determined.
Or maybe it has just fallen
Into my stomach
I can't find it in there anymore.
Like you couldn't fine me
If I sat on the sofa
Cause I sink into it
I hope my heart can swim
And I hope I can get out
Of this couch.
I like sofas.
They are very comfortable
Much more comfortable then desks.
Like I would sit on the sofa.
In Mr. browns room.
But Alyssa and Cody,
Had sex on it,
And got caught.
By a student teacher.
I am so lost and confused
When it comes to things like that.
Not things necessarily.
But sex in general
Yes I know the acts of
And how everything goes
But when it comes to emotions
And feelings, I am lost
Completely and utterly
Lost. Like a lost boy in never land.
Moo cows have udders.
I wonder if they have ever used the term
Utterly, in there heads of course.
But still they would chuckle
And think how lame,
But yet still make
Silly cow jokes.
A couple days ago.
My friends little sister.
You is at the tender age of six
Had come up to me, out of the blue
And said "how now, brown cow"
I stared at her, scared, and confused.
She walked away, a smile upon her face.
My friend just said "she learned it on the bus"
It is equivalent to, "how are you, what's up?"
It worries me, it really does
I don’t know which is worse.
Everything worries me, everything
Little things, tiny things, keep me up
All night, every night, it's driving me insane.
From what I can recall, really, I can't remember
The last time I have slept, even just for a few hours
Have been three and a half days ago
But I'm not sure. If passing out counts
Is passing out the same as sleeping?
Can you dream when you're out cold?
That’s another thing, keeping me up to
The last dream I had, that wasn't a nightmare
I can't remember, not at all, not a single one.
Well not recently anyway, I still remember one
Clearly, I do now, even though, it was so long ago
There was a boy standing next to me.
He wasn't a regular boy either, he was glowing.
Literally, he was glowing and beautiful
And everything had seemed, bright, blinding.
Everything was beautiful, but it seemed, blurry,
The background seemed blurry and bright
Everything seemed hazy, out of focus, but, not.
The boy had me by the arm, tugging softly,
He was saying something, my name I think
But it wasn't my name, but, I responded to it.
They weren't even words. They were something else.
It wasn't lyrics, or chants, or anything, something new
I responded, and understood his language
I don't know what language, or if it even is one
But he wanted me to follow, so I did but hesitantly.
Why was I hesitant, I don't know why.
I have not a clue why I didn't want to follow, but I did.
I followed him through a field, almost.
The grass was to green, the field had been perfection.
But I still followed, and then I became intrigued.
I asked, in foreign tongue, but yet, I knew what I was saying
"Where are we going?" I asked out of curiosity,
As I stumbled gracefully behind him
He just turned and smiled at me, glowing even more radiantly
"A special place" he breathed, but not out of breath.
I smiled and followed along again, satisfied with the answer.
But, then, as quickly as I was content, I became sad.
I spoke, this time a frown upon my face, I could tell
By the way the boy looked at me "This place is already special"
He frowned, but immediately bounced back, beaming.
"We are going to a place where everything is perfect."
I knew my mouth formed an "oh" but I could not feel it.
By the glowing boy's radiant and anxious vibes,
I started to get anxious to, for what, I do not know.
Abruptly, we stopped. I looked down, expecting to see grass
All I saw was the edge of a cliff, brown, radiant still, but no green.
And I looked ahead of me, all I could see, in that blurry tone was blue.
Sky blue, with puffs of cloud in the distance, breathtaking like the boy.
The boy, was ready, he was bouncing, he was wanting.
I could tell that he wanted to go, where to, I didn't have a clue.
He looked at me, and said in his own words, apprehensively,
"Are you ready for perfection?" and without my reply,
He pulled my arm, gently, but with great strength.
Off the cliff I could not breathe, I thought we were falling.
Then we flew.
I woke up from that dream
Flying through the air, no soaring
And wanting, wanting to go back, to where I had been
In a land of perfection, beauty, and possibilities.
Maybe this rant.
Wasn't really
To make you feel better.
But for me to vent
For me to realize
That I can fly,
To this day
I still don't have a clue
What exactly the dream told me
But it keeps me going, it does.
p.s. the answer to the riddle is, Because they both come with inky quills.
p.s.s. im sorry my rant sucked, I hope it made your day anyway, I hope it was okay.
p.s.s.s. this is four pages in Microsoft word.
Rhyme my Rant
October 8th, 2008 at 02:25am