Aight so I prolly have some mental issues but idk and it's prolly really bad too so sorry in advance. For some context on this one, it's based off a rough portion of my life when I thought I wouldn't hurt anyone as much if I just didn't interact w/ others so I was basically isolating myself. Needless to say that did not help. It doesn’t really matter, hen But you lost your soul You lost your friend The chickadee, he had no heart! But he was the timid, lost, frail sort The rooster lays his head to rest The chopping block shall be his nest The hen wasn’t even that smart She did it all for a lark She’d like to think that, yes sirree But she’s just as timid as the chickadee She’d sacrifice her head for less Than just to sit a while and rest And if afterwords, she should awake Just to find her friends all baked A chicken pot pie just for her She’d vomit up in a dark, dull blur Her wings and feathers come to rest And she stares up at the moon instead
Hiii I'm gonna try and post more so here we go. I remember some people posting poems and I recently found a Google doc full of some of mine that I last wrote in maybe a month or two ago. So I figured why not post them here as I am too scared to give them to people I know irl. Also I wrote this one at an ungodly hour in the morning. The photo is mine and was taken at a local park a while ago. Sorry for all the yapping lol
